#Fuck you Benjamin

[funsize-cenobites]

Not to be cringe but free on main but in a crossover between my favorite creepypasta era stories- 'Tales From The Gas Station' and 'EverymanHYBRID' -

Habit and Spencer would hunt one another for sport.

Vinny and Jack would be No SSRI's, Raw Dogging This Mental Illness, "Best Friends".

O'brien would think they were all idiots except Jeff. Well. Ok. Also Jeff. But at least he's a little better than the rest of you.

Rosa and Stephanie get to commiserate over The Horrors.

And Jerry would chase down and fist fight God Slenderman.

[taviamoth]

They screamed and screeched and shed alligator tears about their 40 imaginary beheaded babies.

Here in this video is a baby without a head. No empty claim to demonize a resistance group. Just stark reality.

Make no mistake, the 'soldiers' killing these babies aren't gritting their teeth and doing something that is unpleasant to them. They're laughing and having fun. They're genuinely happy because to them the headless baby in this video was a future 'terrorist' (person resisting their occupation).

Their allies are sleeping just fine.

Many are shrugging and saying "I don't care about politics".

Death to the zionist entity. Death to america. Death to you if this made you happy. Choke on your own shit.

[transmechanicus]

The audacity of well established bands to only sell merch for their most recent album. You bastards, you fiends, your peak popularity was in 2007, sell me a tshirt with old album art for the love of god.

[youngpettyqueen]

I know the decision to have Julian's parents have him augmented was made on the fly but imo its pretty obvious from early on that Julian has Family Issues because he avoids talking about his family like the plague and I think they should've incorporated this into the Julian and Sisko dynamic right from early on because I think it would've made for some really compelling stories and moments and could've set up a REALLY interesting Julian and Jake dynamic which they kinda started to do but never fully went for

[mysmuttyy]

LISTEN; MATTHEO RIDDLE SMUT

stalker mattheo knows a lot about you, stuff nobody else knows.

MY BACK IS PRESSED AGAINST A TREE, thick book resting in the palm of my hands, pages flicking over in the wind. I haven’t been able to focus for the past five minutes, all I’ve done is stare out at the water, watching the leaves move with the wind.

The wind blows against me, fly aways falling into my eyes, repeatedly. I huff, tugging the strands behind my ears, but it’s no use.

I get close to getting up and leaving, but the sound of leaves crunching a little behind me steals my attention. Not many people know about the black lake, which is pretty odd because you’d expect the exact opposite, right?

My eyes focus on a tall figure, curly hair, muscular body. I can’t quite pinpoint who he is - til he gets closer, not noticing me under the big tree closest to the water.

I exhale a deep breath, about to get up and leave, again, but he steals my attention away. Slipping his black shirt over his head, tossing it by my feet.

His back muscles stare right at me and I can’t help but slam my thighs together, hoping he didn’t hear the slap of my skin. I breathe heavily, eyes wandering down his well toned figure.

Thick thighs stand out to me, sending wild thoughts running through my brain. A wet patch forms on the front of my lace panties, clit throbbing for him.

Mattheo Riddle, the dark lords son, someone they say is extremely dangerous. One they avoid in the halls, never daring to make eye contact with him. In my honest opinion, I think they’re over exaggerating. If he was a dangerous person, he would’ve done something by now and he hasn’t.

He keeps to himself and minds his business.

It kinda breaks my heart. He doesn’t have any friends, because people would rather judge him than get to know him. Stuck up rich kids with slyly torment him, trying to rile him up, but he ignores it.

“Are you done staring at me, y/n?” His deep voice speaks, making my stomach flutter with a flock of butterflies. That’s the first time I’ve heard him speak in two years.

The last time he spoke, he was apologising for getting in my way. If he was so dangerous, why would he apologise?

He clears his throat, pulling me out of my messy train of thoughts. “S-Sorry..Um, I’ll leave!” I exclaim, but he shakes his head at me, running his wet hand through his, now wet curls.

I push my thighs together once more, my face growing red at the way his stare makes me feel. “Did I say you had to leave?” He asks, raising his brows at me.

My heart beats even faster, so fast I fear it might pump out of my chest. “Well what do you want me to do?” I question, trying my best not to sound scared of him. It’s not that I’m scared of him, he’s just incredibly gorgeous and it makes me nervous.

Too nervous to speak.

“Take your shirt off.” He smiles, crossing his arms over his chest. My breath hitches, eyes widening at his words. His brown eyes stare into my blue ones, something glistening in them, something I can’t figure.

“My shirt?” I test, raising my brows, a smirk crossing over my face. He laughs, looking down at his chest. My body lifts, back no longer pressed against the painful back that was digging into my skin.

I slowly pull my shirt up, over my head, dropping it on top of his. He looks back up, face growing red when he looks at my cleavage. My smirk grows as I put my hands out, waiting for him to help my body into the water.

He takes my hands into his, turning me into liquid with just his touch. All of my confidence evaporates, on the spot, hairs that lie on the back of my neck sticking up. “T-Thank you.” I mumble, looking away from his gorgeous face.

Now that I’m in the water, the wetness of my arousal is easier to ignore. Mattheo and I’s hands are still touching, intertwined. The tension between us quickly grows, his eyes flickering down to my lips.

“Fuck, this is bad.” I speak, bursting the silence. He raises his brows at me, tilting his head in confusion. The curls on his head flop to the side, making me almost giggle at how cute it is.

“What’s bad?” He asks, confused look quickly turning into a excited, yet evil look. “Maybe you getting wet at my muscles, slamming your thighs together in hopes the throbbing dies down?” He ponders, letting my hands go, stepping closer to me.

I quiver, eyes widened, face tomato red. “Or maybe it’s the fact that you want me to fuck you right now?” He continues, fucking with your mind.

Anger boils in your chest as you step forward, slamming your hands against his wet chest. “First of, fucker! It’s considered rude to invade my mind without consent!” I shout, glaring up at the man with audacity probably bigger than his dick.

He scoffs, grabbing my throat in his veiny hand. “You must be really horny to be thinking of how big my dick is, huh?” He laughs, leaning down to my face.

“You’re thinking of fucking my tits, Mattheo. Don’t act so fucking innocent.” I retort, glaring harder at him. He lets my throat go, a look of shock on his face.

The two of us remain silent, our eyes locked, deep diving into one another’s brain. I grow tired of it, leaning up to finally smash my lips against his.

He kisses back, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me to his chest. My breast press up against his chest, causing him to grow hard against my body.

“Tsk, tsk. You just got hard because of a stranger, that’s gotta be a little embarrassing.” You tease, not expecting him to say what he says..

“You’re not a stranger baby.”

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A/n; I really don’t know what this is, but I’m really obsessed with the quiet kid trope. Mainly because I’m obsessed with a quiet kid at school 😃😃

Anyways, please send in some suggestions for what smut to write and who it’s ab!! Should I do pt 2?

[nmoroder]

You know, I'm grateful, I appreciate

But in fact, it's baleful how I suck you dry

How I suck you dry

How I suck you dry

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

I’m only just on season four but I am very confident about these placements

Who’s Weyoun

[soulless-bex]

was listening to music while driving, as one does, when my brain, the silly little thing goes:

wouldn’t it be funny if dick grayson killed the joker (who stays dead because he deserves to be) for killing jason and goes through a whole breakdown over whether or not jason would approve of what he did, ultimately deciding that no, jason the happy robin would not be happy with his big brother, no matter how strained their relationship may have been before his death, killing a man out of revenge

cue jason as red hood, pre identify reveal, asking nightwing about what happened to the joker (because of course bruce had it covered up, because in his twisted little mind, a vigilante permanently taking out the mass murderer who is singlehandedly the number one cause of death in gotham would break the gothamites’ trust in them). nightwing admits, because since the joker is dead jason doesn’t have a reason to push the dramatics as much, he’s just fucking with the bats and keeping crime alley safe, and jason has his turn at a breakdown because he just found out someone actually avenged him

emotional reunion. everyone is happy. the end.

[that-cu-fan]

oh goodness it is completed

[thou-babbling-brook]

AC Unity jumpscare of Benjamin Franklin canonically witnessing Arno Dorian’s father’s death. What the fuck Ubisoft.

[chamom1le-t3a]

brendon sweetie, let’s get you some ice cream ♥️

‼️BLOOD WARNING ‼️

brendy just had a tiny accident 🤭

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context:

After another intense quarrel with Benjamin about how Brendon's choice of being a singer and songwriter are leading towards nothing but failures and how he should instead pursue a 9 to 5, just like him, Brendon locks himself in the bathroom.

He curses out a storm in rage, sobbing and shouting violently at his reflection, as if arguing with his own brother. Eventually, out of seemingly nowhere, he slams his head against the mirror and breaks it.

The realization only kicks in when blood begins gushing down his face, staining the mirror, its rim, as well as the sleeve of his hoodie.

[suugarbabe]

shut up, benny

[art-is-kayos]

Phone games

[doctor-octiddius]

I work at a cat shelter and the most fun part is when we get unnamed cats brought to us since I can think of goofy names for them. A while back we got a litter of five kittens who ended up getting named Kira, Jadzia, Miles, Odo and Sisko. They all found a home when they were very little, but no one wanted to adopt Sisko for some reason :(

BUT TODAY THAT CHANGED! AND YOU WOULD NOT FUCKING BELIEVE HOW THAT HAPPENED.

Two people came in with a small list of cats who they had been looking at on our website, and one of them happened to be Sisko, so they were sent into one of the cat rooms to sit around with the cats and see with who they clicked the most. They came out of the room 100% sure that they wanted Sisko and also ended up asking why Sisko had that name, clearly with some sort of motivation behind that question, and upon finding out that he was named after a DS9 character it turned out that THEY ARE ALSO DS9 FANS (well, one DS9 fan and the other who said as a joke that they "tolerate" it) AND THAT'S WHY THAT CAT STOOD OUT TO THEM THE MOST. SISKO FOUND A HOME IN A DS9 LOVERS HOUSEHOLD AND MAINLY BECAUSE OF HIS NAME. WHAT ARE THE FUCKING CHANCES.

[magpieandpossum]

POV: You are Sisko and just messed up big time with your crush, so you've got to consult The Council (The gays)

[leosgreyfringe]