#Can you tell I like complaining?

[sneezarify]

hayfever makes my chest so tight, I can’t breath.

[collophora]

"Let's fix this drawing" *redraw the whole thing*

[bonicedemandarina]

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Shotout to Leona and Cheka for singlehandedly getting me out of the worst artblock I've had in months, love these guys

Tbh I just wanted to draw Cheka doing that one thing kids do when they treat you like a climbing tree, I have other drawing about that but it's a work in progress, it was supposed to be animation practice but Ibis got some crunchy quality on the canvas if you don't pay so. Yeah. Also Grim is here bc why not

[tiffanyachings]

it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)

[skitskatdacat63]

Vettonso complaining about each other not respecting schrondinger's track limits on the radio compilation + Seb's commentary that made me a bit feral

Must include these sexy ass pics okay, it makes me feral how hard they race each other.

Also SO upset that we got this vid and there's also pictures(and presumably a vid out there somewhere) of Fernando, back then, ALSO debriefing this race. And yet we never got them together?????? Evil. Fucked up.

Imagine seeing them complaining about each other but also having to (begrudgingly if you're Fernando) compliment each other IN FRONT of each other. Maybe its a good thing it doesn't exist, bcs then I'd have a heart attack.

[macdenlover]

we don’t acknowledge enough how dee used to be a pageant winner when she was a kid and how much damage it did to her. she worked her ass off and got recognition for being pretty and talented at a young age and it was the only source of self esteem she could garner in a family that constantly berated and talked down to her. she sought after that external approval because it was the only way she could prove everyone around her wrong. her dream of being a performer didn’t come from a self-aggrandizing delusion— she genuinely showed a lot of potential when she was younger. but she went through an unflattering puberty and her spinal condition got worse and that natural talent she had as a kid plateaued way too early. the “former gifted kid” dilemma. she slowly lost the thing that promised her that she was good, but she was so desperate to keep holding onto it that she tried anyway. again and again and again no matter how much people made fun of her because it was always about proving them wrong. but after a while she couldn’t jump anymore without anticipating the way it feels when she hits the ground face first. self-sabotage became her way out, choosing to rather live in the fantasy of her own unrealized potential and blaming those around her for her lack of success, than having tried and crashed again. she’d rather buy lottery tickets over and over and never scratch off the numbers than to see that she lost. that self-sabotaging behavior bled into other aspects of her life too, from friendships to relationships to therapy. her own short lived success is what made her grow into embodying the cycle of failure.

[year2000electronics]

people whose posts where they’re bitching and complaining accidentally get into tag searches because tumblrs tag system is stupid and will drag every mention of a tag onto that tag’s search: i forgive you. and i love you. your post made me mad but that is your right to post on your blog. that is your Hater’s Sanctuary and it is just unfortunate that our paths have crossed like this.

people who bitch and complain and then put posts directly in the tag on purpose: i’m going to get you.

[eobsinj]

✨ marco bezzecchi - assen 2023 ( twt | ig | fb )

[sergle]

my god I try not to talk abt it here, because yall follow me for the Good Stuff and not the Negative Stuff, but eating disorder geared social media is coming back in a MAJOR WAY and I feel like I see wayyyy more stuff that's like, harkening back to thinspo / pro-ana tumblr, But Worse, and everywhere, and it is very concerning

[t4tadrienette]

She likes to act like she's annoyed at Shinichi for being a "Holmes otaku," but at the end of the day, she does listen to him, and even remembers the things he says to her. That's so cute

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hello hello! This is Relating to the prison au and the idea suddenly came to me but how would it differ if the mc was a a lot younger like an intern? I tried searching more if it was even allowed to be a med student intern in a prison but I dunno I just thought it was a neat idea, like if she appeared like an optimistic platonic younger sister more than a romantic interest? Aaaa sorry English isn't my first language I hope the idea got through ^^'

I want to congratulate you, anon... you're the first person in a long time to ask something related to prison au that has never been asked before!

Sans: Unfortunately, he'll be even worse. More manipulative, more possessive... more evil. With an older Mc he might see her as easy to manipulate, but he still absolutely views her as her own person- he'd do bad stuff but he (at least) would still respect her opinions and choices. When she's young, he does not respect her opinions and choices. She's just a kid who doesn't know better, someone who needs him to make the big decisions on her behalf.

The worst part is, once he attaches, he sees her like a little sister. It really fucks up his mind- all of those messy, dark, painful feelings about Papyrus, all that unresolved grief from losing one younger sibling... he doesn't care what happens to anyone. Or anything. So long as he doesn't lose any more family.

He's kind to her; oh-so-kind, a sweet and goofy older brother figure who makes terrible puns and chats to her for hours about her favourite videogames. But he's a terrifying empty creature, and he's absolutely going to use her youth and inexperience to his advantage, to make her trust him more than everyone else. Nothing is off the table.

Red: Red adores her. Much like Sans, he ends up in something of a 'big brother' role- the difference is that Red's connection with her is a lot healthier and gentler, with a decent amount of friendly 'fighting' (tossing harmless insults at each other). He turns into a different person around her; he minds his language somewhat, he manages his temper better, although he teases her his teasing never has any venom and he'll drop jokes that upset her. He was built to be a big brother, and he misses his Papyrus a lot- it feels good to have a bond like that with someone again.

(Speaking of Papyrus- he loves Mc too. He sees the effect she has on Red and he absolutely wants to encourage the positive growth. Also... he always wanted a younger sibling.)

Red makes jokes about giving her contraband or getting her in trouble, and her presence in his life has put her firmly on the inmate no-touch list. Red may be a criminal, and he may associate with people who have done terrible things... but he reserves the worst of the worst punishments for those who hurt kids, and his family. Let alone both.

She's been adopted by the mob.

Skull: Skull's intense feelings about Mc in the prison aus aren't really specifically romantic or platonic in the first place. It's his Soul crying out for love and connection after so long alone. They're just Skull Feelings- so a platonic Mc would see the same degree of insanity, desperation and clinginess from our darling cannibal as her older nurse counterpart.

But... I think he would be a bit better with her, overall. Mc being noticeably younger, in his eyes, makes her more 'fragile'- both emotionally and physically. That nagging thought of i need to be careful and responsible would centre him a little more, make him more aware, gentle and slow. In the same way he wouldn't want to frighten a small child, he doesn't want to frighten her; he moves like hes trying not to spook away a small animal. He'd be better at smiling.

... He would still get moments where he can't help himself. Moments where he snaps out of restraints and grabs her, moments where he attacks other staff for getting too close to her. But he tries.

[forcedhesitation]

astarion origin playthrough worth it just for all the extra moments where he does the "sad wet cat" face

[mostlyghostlyy]

dale is such a freak I hate him sm I want him to corner me and grope me while i have a panic attack and can’t fight him off (idc if he’d be unaware or just don’t gaf) sorry. sorry

Something similar, I've had this cooking up for a while.

Imagine you’re out in a public place, maybe a mall with a few of your girlfriends, just planning on having a good time and spending a shitload of money. Walking around bags in hands, when one of your friends points out a man sitting on one of the benches. He is just staring into space, mouth opened and muttering. The three of you start mocking his appearance, trying to contain the giggles at whispered jokes. That is when one of your friends dares you to go up and flirt with him. They’re looking at you expectantly, so you shrug and go along. It's just a joke after all, no harm no foul.

You stroll over to his bench, “This seat taken?” You motion to the bench. He looks up at you as if awoken from a trance, smiles and shakes his head. You sit, and he leans away from you to get a better look. Your friend's snickering in the corner, but he doesn't seem to notice all of his attention drawn to you. “Shame to see such a handsome man sitting all alone. You waiting on a wife or something? Maybe she's in one of these stores trying on a pretty dress to impress you.”

He blinks dumbfounded, smile frozen on his face. “Wife?” His hands fidgeting with the ring on his finger. “No….. no…. wife, I-,” A little breathless laugh. You rest your head in your hand, eyeing him amusedly, while he tried to form a coherent sentence. This was easier than you’d thought it would be, usually it takes at least a few lines before they devolve into muddled messes. You tap him lightly on the shoulder, and he lets out a small moan at your touch. You stifle a giggle and continue. Putting on your best flirty voice, “Whats your name, tiger?” Pushing the hair from his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Dale,” he responds lightly, still nuzzling into your hand. You pull it away disgusted, but quickly regain your composure. “And what’s your name, Angel?” You let out a chuckle and lean close. He smells musty and sweaty, you wonder when was the last time he showered. Whispering in his ear “You can call me whatever you want, baby.” You feel his whole body shutter, his hands slowly coming up to caress your face. A glance down would reveal his growing erection, wet spot now gracing his pants. You lean in, as if to kiss him. He shuts his eyes, ready to receive the act bestowed upon him.

Dale’s eyes shoot open when he hears you start to laugh, starting as a giggle and upgrading to a full guffaw. Your girlfriends run up, equally as in tears as you are. Snickering and holding each other upright. “Oh my god, did you see his face?” one giggles “He totally would have cum in his pants if you kissed him, just look at how hard he is.” Dale looks away ashamed, tears welling up in his eyes. “It was just a joke!” You croon, “We were just trying to have some fun! Don't act like you didn't enjoy it.”

He gets up and walks away, his face a shade of scarlett as he curses you under his breath. What was to be expected for him? He should’ve known this was some kind of cruel prank, no doubt the angels of heaven sent you to make him more miserable than he already is. He finds a quiet and secluded place, he is still revved up from your touching him. He jerks off until he is satisfied. Deciding that he wants to find you again to teach you a lesson.

He watches as you waive your friends off, you’re stopping to use the restroom. Its a single stall, wonderful. Nice and private. Entering you walk up to the mirror and do some makeup touch-ups. Startled when he starts pounding on the door. “Occupied.” You hiss, and continue. The knocking gets louder and more aggressive, you groan. Rolling your eyes “There is someone in here, dipshit. Find another bathroom.” It continues, you reluctantly but angrily walk over to the door. Swinging it open “Look asshole-” A hand flies over your mouth and you’re pushed backwards into the room. Realization hits you, it's the same man from earlier.

“Okay, Angel,” He huffs “Im going to remove my hand, but if you scream, I will cut out your tongue and make you eat it. Understand, beautiful?” You nod, and he pulls his hand away. You start begging for your life, forgiveness. Threatened apologies trickling out of your mouth in shuttering gasps. Of course you have no choice but to ask him what he wants. “I want what I was promised, Angel. You cant just treat a man like this, and expect him not to come and claim the prize.” He has you pushed up against the sink, hands stuck out behind you grasping the cold plaster. Your face turned away and eyes tightly shut. “And most of all, i want a real fucking apology.” With the last word, he tears your shirt open.

Your skin prickles at the unprotected air, he enjoys watching you breath in and out panicked. You wince when he reaches under your bra. Nipples already perked up from the cold air, he pinches and fondles them. One hand traveling up to grab at your throat, squeezing softly. “Im sorry, im so fucking sorry.” You rasp. He snorts. “Try again later, Princess.”

Yelping, he grabs you and flips you around. Your ass to him, and now you’re facing the mirror. Black streaks of mascara stained down your face, complexion both pale and flushed simultaneously. He tears down your pants, relishing your cries for mercy. Mocking the appeals for pity.

“Relax, Angel. Aren't you having fun?” He hisses in your ear before yanking your panties down. His erection fully grown and painful for him. No more teasing. He bends you over the sink, lining himself up and slowly moving his hips to fully lodge himself inside. He does this on purpose to make it as painful for you as he can. You scream and grit your teeth as he begins grinding into you. Your hands and elbows digging into the white of the sink, you begin feeling nauseous. Head drooping down to stare at the drain. Dale notices this, and yanks your head back with a fistful of your hair. Giving you no choice but to watch yourself in the mirror. Observing how his head flies back with every thrust, and how his hand keeps roaming over your body as if it cannot find a good perch. Watching as he rails you without mercy, pace brutal and bruising. Hitting deep within you, and probing your cervix. Involentarly letting out a moan of pleasure, arching your back. Unconsciously letting your hips thrust to meet his. “Do you like that!? Do you like that!? Do you like that!?” He screams after every thrust. Words starting out clear, then getting jumbled the closer he gets.

His whines ratchet up, and you've been with enough guys to figure that he's getting close to orgasm. Begging him in your mind to pull out, not to cum inside you. As if he could read your thoughts he climaxes. Hot strings of cum coat the inside of your womb, leaking around his cock. He leans on you, panting heavily. Peeling his sticky skin off yours. Watching as you sink to the floor in dismay, he laughs. “Relax, Angel. It was only a joke.”

[buggiebite]

Long Day at School

Daddy! Peeta makes my heart melt. Figured everyone needed some of him to withstand the winter.

[ziggydabiggy]

love how for this one cutscene in the entirety of the peter pan section in disney's villains revenge they give hook a glove. he literally doesn't have one on in any moment leading to this scene. the glove doesn't even do anything like i'm pretty sure you don't even put the glove on but for whatever reason they decided to let hook wear one for this cutscene in particular

(i am looking far too hard into this but whatever)

[originalcontent]

I can't find art of my ship anywhere so I GUESS that means I have to make it myself, here are some doodles.