#I can’t unsee it help- 💀

[whereismyhat5678]

Guys. Guys. Guys I did a thing. I did- I did a funny redraw- look- look at the funny:

SpongeBob giving me ideas. Also because Peppino fits with Squidward so incredibly perfectly and I couldn’t not draw it- 💃🏽✨

Original pic under here 👇

[canthelpit0]

Bottom

Pairing: sub!Billie eilish x Dom!famous!reader

Wordcount: 670+

Summary: reader always insists that Billie is a bottom, wich she is, but Billie denies the claims with her life.

Warnings: 2nd pov, SMUT, strap, pet names (baby), cursing, twitter mentioned, use of y/n

(A/n: this is short af, and literally starts w/ the smut, so 🤷‍♀️)

“Fuck-“

You smirk to yourself at the sound of Billie’s sweet moans. You keep your hands firmly panted on Billie’s hips holding her in pace.

By this point Billie had given up on holding herself up. Now her face was pressed into a pillow as she tried not to be too loud out of instinct.

You and Billie obviously hook up. It’s not news to anyone. Because frankly, you two never tried to hide it. It felt like too much pointless work.

Billie lets out sharp breaths as your hips snap against hers in a harsher rhythm. “You good, baby?”

Billie lets out a strangled hum in agreement. Your hips start snapping into hers in a harsher, faster rhythm.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ she breaths out. Her thighs shake just slightly, but she keeps pushing back into you.

Billie is a total bottom. It’s not so obvious at first glance. Because Billie can be dominant, and she definitely gives off that vibe. However something you had quickly figured out was- the hornier she gets the more submissive she becomes.

Now you can’t unsee it.

Billie would tease and flirt shamelessly on an average day, she’s just blunt like that, but as soon as you made any move back, you could practically see her resolve crumbling.

Whenever she tried to be dominant, she gave up after a mere 10 minutes max. Because frankly she would much rather lay back and get her shit rocked.

“Yes, you can, keep going.” You encourage her as your hand rubs her ass.

“More” you hear her breathe out softly. She needs it. She’s so close. Once again on the edge waiting, anything to be pushed over.

Your eyes trail to her back, the way she arches it and works herself back on the strap even tho she is sensitive.

Your eyes rake over her back tattoo. The tattoo spans across her spine. Just chaotic scribbles spanning from the nape of her neck to her tailbone.

The seemingly random scribbles and lines don’t make sense to you, but they make perfect sense to Billie. That doesn’t matter tho, because it’s hot anyway.

“You got this Bils” you encourage as you speed up just slightly to push her over to the edge you knew she was on. Her breathing was fast and shallow.

Your hand snakes between your bodies to rub fast and tight circles on her clit. Billie lets out a strangled moan and she’s done for.

You slow down to help Billie ride out her high. When she’s calmed down, you gently pull out. Billie lets herself collapse on the bed.

“Billie” you hum sitting down next to her. She lets out a tired hum in response. “You did so well” you chuckle lightly while leaning down to press a soft kiss on her head.

Billie turns to her side, her eyes half lidded but her gaze sharp as she looks up at you. “Thank you” she presses her lips into an amused smile.

She is sore, she feels like death. She just took Orgasm after orgasm, but she loved it. Because no matter how much Billie denies it, she is a bottom at heart. That is like, her default setting or something.

★ ★

@ y/n

Billie eilish is a bottom

@ BillieEilish replied to @ y/n

You wish 💀💀

@ user69 replied to y/n

I can’t picture that 🤨

@ user97 replied to y/n

There she goes lying again

@ user144 replied to y/n

Too much information 😭

★ ★

Billie is on an interview with a nice woman in her mid-20s. This is a casual interview, the kind of interview that doesn’t feel like an interview, more like old friends catching up.

“So are you a bottom?” She asks letting out a small chuckle.

Billie comically lets her jaw drop. She huffs trying not to laugh out loud. “No” she shakes her head as if that idea was ridiculous.

“You know y/n is always out there, on Twitter, saying you are?” She chuckles, looking at Billie amused.

“Oh I’m aware.”

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(A/n: since there isn’t enough sub!billie. I mean come on the woman is litterally 5’3)

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[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Would you consider a request for teenage Suguru and Reader having meet-cutes when he attends missions? She's an amateur photographer who can see Curses, and is desperately trying to catch one on camera. He keeps finding her in dangerous places, but she's really persistent with it, even when he's telling her off 💀😶‍🌫️

Snapshots and Sorcery

A/N: Hi anon! Sorry this took so long. Thank you for such a cute and unique idea! I had fun writing this fic. Also I know that in JJK, Nanami specifically says cursed spirits don't show up in photos but let's ignore that and have this be minorly au-ish. Pairing: Teen! Suguru x Fem!Reader Warnings: None! Cute and fluffy. Word Count: 3.8k

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The first time Suguru laid eyes on you, it was at a run-down museum that had shuttered closed years ago. The museum was already doing poorly long before it closed, unable to bring in enough revenue, until the bank had seized its assets, and the poor curator had hung himself from the neck of the apatosaurus model in the dinosaur wing.

It was rumored the apatosaurus was haunted, roaring and coming to life at night, thrashing around, and reducing the other exhibits to pieces. Sometimes, the occasional high school student would drop by and peek in through the windows on a dare, then hearing the eerie noises coming from inside the building, make a break for it. The ones that stayed too long were never seen again. 

This is why Geto is here now, creeping stealthily through the museum, the eerie look of the shattered exhibits casting distorted shadows across the length of the corridors as he surveyed for the cause. Although he had been told the curse would most likely be haunting the dinosaur wing, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of another presence nearby, emanating a tinge of cursed energy, but not enough for him to believe it could cause him harm. Just as he’d entered the museum, he’d seen a quick flash of silver making a dash towards the back of the atrium towards the birds exhibit. 

The displays looked uncanny, the taxidermied birds all out of place inside the glass displays, the ones that remained intact staring at him with unseeing, glassy eyes. It was unsettling, then as he rounded a corner, he saw another flash and breaks into a run. The sound of frantic footsteps fills his ears. Worried about losing his quarry, he quickly summons one of his curses, the manta ray one, and lets it loose, the creature quickly flying down the corridor. A shriek followed by muffled shouting fills the narrow space as Geto hurries to catch up.

Whatever it was got caught under the curse, wriggling like a mouse beneath a carpet. Cautiously, Geto calls off the curse and is surprised to see a human underneath. Defiantly, you lift your face to him, ready to fight to the death. For a second, your appearance throws Geto off—a beautiful face, followed by a lovely, feminine body. 

“You’re not a curse.” 

You scoff, fixing sharp eyes on him. “Well aren’t you a genius?” you ask sourly, sizing him up. Despite your irritation, you can’t help but notice the appeal of your assailant, the tall, broad youth with his hair up in a bun. Amethyst eyes focus on you and he seems temporarily at a loss of what to do next. 

“What are you doing here?” Geto demands, acutely aware of how this could throw off his mission. No one had mentioned a civilian being present. You scowl and cross your arms over your chest, and that’s when he notices a strap dangling from your arm, and hanging from it, the source of the flashes of silver he’d been seeing; a fancy-looking point-and-shoot camera. 

“None of your business,” you say stubbornly and Geto scoffs. 

“It is my business if you’re going to cause trouble for me. What’re you carrying that around for anyway?” He gestures to the camera.

“Creepy, allegedly-haunted museum. Thought it would make for a good art study.” Your words were too crafted and came too easily, an evasive quality to them.

“Oh, right, and I’m just supposed to take your word for it?” Geto carefully studies you. Just enough cursed energy, but not enough to be a sorcerer. 

“Well, why are you here?” You shoot his question back to him. “And what kinda uniform is that? I’ve never seen a student wearing that uniform around here before.”

Geto is about to reply, but he’s cut off as he senses a rapid movement of energy coming from the opposite side of the building. Whatever the curse was, it appeared to have scented him, and he had no time to waste chit-chatting.

“Look, I have something to take care of,” he says, urgency creeping into his voice. “If you know what’s good for you, please get out of the museum.”

“Why? It’s a free country. I can-” You stop as an unnatural, hair-raising shriek is heard, echoing from the opposite end of the bird exhibit. You shoot a look at Geto and both of you go tearing off in the opposite direction. 

“I’m Geto Suguru,” he says as you both run, hearing heavy footsteps chasing after them. You manage to give him your name as both of you hurtle out of the birds wing and turn into the entomology section. The curse, thrown temporarily off track, pauses and goes in another direction.

“Look,” Geto says in a whisper, “You need to get out of here. It’s dangerous. I-”

“Then why are you staying? Isn’t it dangerous for you too?” Geto looks at you curiously and something in his brain clicks. 

“You can see them, can’t you?” He asks, and for a moment, you’re startled, looking at him with wide eyes. 

“Yes,” you admit after a beat. “Oh, God! Finally! Someone who can see them too!”

“What’s with the camera?”

“No one believes me when I tell them there are…things. So I was trying to catch one on film.”

Geto looks disbelievingly at you, then shakes his head. “Trust me, it’s not worth your life trying to get a picture of a curse. Now please get out of here so that I can exorcise it.”

“Exorcise? What are you, some sort of priest?”

“A sorcerer,” he admits.

“But this might be my only chance, I-”

“Trust me, it won’t be. There are curses everywhere. But this one is particularly powerful and nasty. Better luck with something less vicious.”

“But I-” You gasp as the curse suddenly makes an appearance, crashing through another entrance at the far end of the exhibit. It was truly grotesque, like a decaying dinosaur carcass come to life, with no skin on its body, eyes red and wild. 

Geto immediately springs into action, calling forth another curse from his arsenal. You can’t tear your eyes away from the scene, your heart hammering in your chest as the handsome youth you had known for all of five minutes goes charging into the fray. The most strange and curious creatures came forth as he summoned them, a small agile human compared to the monstrous dinosaur he was fighting. You attempted to take a picture but with all the movement, each shot was blurred.

You’re praying nothing happens to Geto, then finally, 2 of his curses distract the dinosaur long enough for him to begin the exorcism. With a roar that shook the whole museum, Geto begins to suck the curse into his palm. You watch in wide-eyed fascination, the camera forgotten in your hands as the behemoth swirls into black mist, then becomes encapsulated into a black sphere contained neatly in Geto’s palm. Silence falls through the room, and with a shaky breath, you approach Geto. 

“That was pretty neat,” you say, trying not to tremble. Geto looks at you, then at the orb sitting in his palm like a huge black pearl. 

“Look,” he says sympathetically. “I can understand why you want to photograph a curse. But I’m also telling you it’s dangerous and you could get hurt. You could even die. Haven’t the reports of the missing high school students scared you enough to not want to see one ever?”

You shake your head no. “That’s not going to stop me. I need to prove I’m not crazy. Everyone thinks I’m a freak.”

“I know you’re not crazy. Isn’t that enough?” When you remain silent, he huffs in frustration. “Look, I know it sounds bleak, but trust me. It’s better to live knowing there’s someone who believes you, than dying trying to prove to everyone else that doesn’t.”  

He pats your shoulder, a friendly gesture no doubt, but it sends a current of heat through your body, making you blush. You hoped the lack of lighting in the museum would hide your reaction to him.

The both of you walk together towards the entrance in silence, your heart hammering as you get outside and you see his face in the light. A handsome face, clearly on the brink of manhood, looks down at you with a stern expression.

“Well. Take care of yourself. And no more chasing curses. I hope we don’t meet again. At least, not under such grim circumstances.”

Before you could respond, he was walking away, vanishing into the night.

The days that follow are spent combing through the camera, but all photos of the curse were a waste, too blurry to be salvaged. However, there were several of Geto, and you can’t stop from poring over his face, remembering the way he’d moved and quickly contained the curse, effectively saving your life in the process. You hated to admit it, but you were smitten with him.

He had called himself a sorcerer. You wished you had asked for his phone number before he’d vanished. Partly because you wanted to ask him more questions, but also because you’d never had someone in your life who you could talk to about curses, as he’d called them. He knew you weren’t crazy. That thought gave you so much hope, that there was someone who believed you, who saw the terrible things you saw.

It had taken months for you to work out the curse’s location in the museum. You wondered if you managed to find another one…would he be there?

With that, you start an internet search, looking up haunted locale and areas reporting missing people within Tokyo. 

»•» 📷 «•« “Not you again!”

Geto lets out an exasperated sigh as he sees you lingering near the entrance of an old, ruined temple, tucked away in an isolated, mountainous region outside of the city. 

You grin, trying not to let on how eager you are to see him, almost skipping over to him as he rolls his eyes. Admittedly, it had been a chance to go to this location, but you couldn’t be more pleased that your guess was correct. 

“You have a death wish, don’t you?” 

“So do you if you work as a sorcerer,” you bite back, now next to him. Your trusted camera hangs from your arm and he groans at the sight.

“You still haven’t given up the idea of catching one of these things on camera?” he asks, irritated.

“Nope! And I figured, with a sorcerer by my side, I might actually capture a picture, and leave the place alive.”

Geto rolls his eyes at your persistence. “You are not following me in there.” 

“Oh please. Like that’ll stop me.”

“This curse is too dangerous.”

“Do you just say that for all the curses you handle?” you ask in a bored tone. 

“No. You just happen to be at places where the really dangerous ones nest. Are you like a magnet or something? Just…pulled in even against better judgment?”

“Then what does that make you?”

The defiant way you say it makes him snort. “I’m not here out of morbid fascination. I’m here because this is my job.”

He says the words with a touch of finality and turns to walk into the temple, then yells out in dismay as you run past him. He catches up to you quickly, grabbing hold of your wrist and making your heart pound in your chest which had nothing to do with the exertion from running.

“Don’t make me drag you out of here. I’ll place one of my curses near the entrance to watch you so that you can’t get in.”

When you continue to pout he sighs. “You really want a picture huh?”

You nod enthusiastically. “I really do.”

And I want to see you again. 

The words form in your mind, unbidden. “Isn’t there any way you can tell me if a curse is dangerous or not? All I want is the one picture.”

“And you’d stop putting yourself in danger?”

“Yes! Promise!”

Geto tsks impatiently, wanting to finish his mission as quickly as possible, then relents as you continue looking at him like a puppy.

“Fine,” he says indignantly pulling his mobile phone from his pocket. “What’s your number?”

You blink. “You’re asking for my number?” You try not to sound breathless.

“Yes.” There’s a bite of impatience in his voice. “C’mon, hurry up I haven’t got all day.”

You quickly recite your number, and he saves it, sending you a text to confirm. Your face is a little too pink when you get his text, but you look at him neutrally as he heads inside.

“Please don’t follow me,” he says and there is a tinge of concern in his voice.

“Scout’s honor,” you say, striking the gesture with your fingers, and he throws you a glance over his shoulder that could’ve suggested amusement before being swallowed by the temple entrance. 

Almost a month passes by before you see him again.

Geto was always busy and away on some mission or another. The last few curses had all been classified as a grade 2 or higher, so you hadn’t had an opportunity to take a picture just yet.

However, of late, he’d been texting you after getting back to his dorm room from missions, asking about your day and how you were doing. Used to being the weird girl, isolated, misunderstood, because you could see cursed spirits, you had never experienced this kind of amity before. You’d text him late into the night, waiting up for him sometimes until he texted first.

One night, you were restless. It had been weeks since you last saw him, and when he texted you, confirming he was back in the city, you boldly asked if he wanted to go into the shopping district with you. You didn’t need anything, but there was a weird emptiness inside you, a need to see him again, to convince yourself he was real, this person who finally understood the frustration you’d experienced your whole life. He was sympathetic to you, telling you that this was a classic age-old problem between sorcerers and regular humans. 

“We’re kind of like the trash cans of society,” he says jokingly, sipping his milk tea as the both of you wandered through the streets, waiting at the signal light to cross. “We get rid of all the garbage that festers from normal humans, yet people always turn up their noses at us.”

You listen to him in fascination, quietly sipping your own tea. “I wish I could be a student at your high school,” you murmur. Geto’s expression changes slightly, as though he’s weighing what he should say next. The bright lights of the shopping district float around you as wait for his next words. 

“I understand why you’d feel that way. But trust me you don’t.”

“Trust me I do. At least no one will think I’m the weird girl. No one will doubt me if I say I see something, because you can see it too.”

“Yes, but it’s also mission after mission. Death. Risking your life. You saw what happened at the museum.”

“But your life is so cool! You said you can control the curses you absorb right?” You falter at the look on his face, displeasure falling over it like a veil.

“Do you know how I absorb those curses?” he asks quietly, all traces of geniality disappearing from his voice. The unexpected harshness catches you off guard. Swallowing, you venture a guess.

“You put them into those spheres right?”

“That’s to contain them. Do you know what happens after that?” Geto looks like his milk tea was suddenly replaced by sludge. You meekly shake your head no, his demeanor starting to frighten you a little bit. “I swallow them. I literally eat them. Do you know what it’s like, eating a cursed spirit?” He pushes on, not bothered to hear your response. 

“It tastes like a rag that’s been used to wipe up shit and vomit. And I do this over and over again because it’s what’s expected of me. I’ve never been allowed to make a choice that doesn’t surround jujutsu. I can’t leave, because what would happen to humanity, the non-jujutsu humans?” All the bitter feelings he’s been bottling up come spilling out. He couldn’t believe that you wanted his life, especially not after seeing the kinds of situations he’s put into regularly.

No one understood him, not even at school, because curse absorption was such a rare ability. Even if he tried to put it into words, he knew how everyone would react; like it was his duty to continue to do it even if he hated it, treated like some sort of heroic martyr for protecting the human race. For once, he’d love to be you, able to see cursed spirits, but having zero obligation to do anything about it. The appeal of the milk tea dissipates, and he throws it into a trash can, disgust lining his face as his feelings about sorcery start bubbling up.

“I can never think of having a normal life. Going into something other than sorcery, or to just have a selfish moment where if I don’t want to take on a cursed spirit, I can say no and walk away.” He starts walking faster and you’re almost sprinting to keep up with him.

“Geto!”

“You don’t understand how lucky you are! I’d pick being the class weirdo any day over having to absorb a cursed spirit.”

You hurry behind him, trailing in his wake, worrying you have ruined everything. “Geto please- I didn’t mean-”

“I’d love to be normal! To go on a date, maybe hold hands, maybe even kiss a girl if I get lucky! Where’s the time for that? If I’m absorbing cursed spirits all the time? I know what it tastes like! Who would want to be with me? Who would want to kiss me?” 

You’ve both walked a reasonable distance from the main shops onto a waterfront shopping strip. It was quieter here, a pleasant breeze flowing through the night air as Geto heatedly walked towards the railing, you scurrying behind him. You manage to catch hold of his hand and to your relief, he doesn’t pull away.

“Geto.” Your heart aches for him. “I’m sorry I brought it up,” you mumble, wishing he’d turn around and look at you. He peers over the railing at the water, watching little lily pads float on the surface.

The silence between you both is deafening. Treading carefully, you try to talk to him again, keeping your voice gentle. “Geto, before I met you, do you know what my life was like? With everyone thinking I was a liar? Or that I was making up things to get attention?” 

When he doesn’t say anything, you continue. 

“I had no one. Everything changed when I met you. I felt like…someone finally gets it. And it’s not just me who can see those awful things. They really exist, and there are lots of people who can see them. It made me feel…a little less alone.” 

He turns to look at you, his expression doubtful and your heart skips a beat as you realize you're still holding his hand, the tension between you both blossoming like springtime wildflowers. 

“You said you wanted…to hold hands. To kiss someone.” You draw closer. “What would you do…If I said…I want to do those things with you?”

His eyes widen as you get closer but he doesn’t push away. “I’d ask you if you were sure because you might be making a mistake.”

You shake your head. “I’m positive I’m not making a mistake.”

His hand, the one you’re holding onto tightens around your smaller one and pulls you against him. You inhale, his skin smelling wonderful and his chest so big and broad and warm. 

“Geto…” Your voice is lost amidst the tangle of nerves and rush of excitement, both hearts hammering in their chests. Shy inexperience made both of you blush before you raised your head, and Geto’s tips downwards, and your lips met gently, a subtle brush against the other before breaking away. You giggle awkwardly, unable to stop and Geto also grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. 

“Um…that was nice,” he murmurs, not looking at you and chuckling, unsure what to say. 

“Was that a good first kiss?” 

“Oh!” Geto now laughs too but still doesn’t pull away, instead, maintains proximity with you, and brushes some loose hair away from your face. “Uh, yeah. It was…like how I imagined it.”

Silence falls between you both, not an uncomfortable one, but the kind where both kissers are considering if they should change topics or kiss again to make sure the first one wasn’t imagined. 

Geto’s eyes suddenly widen as he sees something floating near your head. He pulls you close to him, then huffs as he sees a harmless flyhead, then with a jolt of realization, he taps your shoulder.

“Flyhead curse! It’s harmless! Take your picture now!”

“What?” you look over your shoulder and see the creepy-looking gremlin of a creature then gasp. “I don’t have my camera!”

“Phone! Quick!” Without hesitating, Geto reaches out and grabs the flyhead which struggles and buzzes angrily but is too weak to try escaping. It squirms and tries to sink its little teeth into Geto’s fist and he shakes it angrily. 

“Hurry up!”

With hands trembling in excitement, you pull out your phone and quickly snap a crystal-clear picture the the ugly critter. It makes a low grumbling noise and Geto throws it away into the air. It mutters angrily at him before zooming away.

“Shouldn’t you have exorcized that?” you ask, looking in awe at the photo on your phone. 

“Nah. It’s pretty harmless. Chances are it’ll get squished by a lower-rank sorcerer by daybreak.”

Your cheeks are red with happiness, triumph glittering in your eyes. “I can’t believe it, I actually got a picture of it…” You rake a hand through your hair.

Geto silently watches your outburst of enthusiasm, a smile tugging his lips. “So what’s more exciting - you finally catching a curse on camera, or the fact that you just had your first kiss and it was with me?” His voice is soft and teasing and you roll your eyes but fail to control the dusting of pink in your face.

“I think I need to experience it again before I can decide.”

“Is that right?” Suguru smirks before pulling you closer to him. “Let’s see if we can help you make a decision.”

You grin widely before your lips touch again, and you knew it had never been a question from the start. 

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@carebear ABSOLUTELY STUNNING

1tsenzo dress like your girlfriend day

@carebear LMAOOOO WHAT

@carebear You?? Don’t?? Have?? A?? Girlfriend??

@1tsenzo yet

@gilbertelanaaaa does he think he’s pulled off dressing like y/n

@yourusrname ????????????????????????

@1tsenzo you’re just jealous I wear polka dot better than you

@gilbertelenaaaa it’s so difficult to tell if he’s flirting with y/n or fighting with her

@1tsenzo a secret third thing

@yourusrname he’s being a bitch

@stefaNN18 delete

@dam0nsalvat0re have you by chance ever heard the term self respect?

@1tsenzo I couldn’t care less mate she is SO lovely I really don’t think much about much

@dam0nsalvat0re can y/n just go out with him at this point I feel nauseous

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None of the pictures are mine I save them from Pinterest

If people want I could do more parts of this (I am dying to) let me know if you’d like to be tagged and thanks you for the request!!!!!!!

[queenkamisama]

guys, is it just me or….

i can’t unsee it now help💀

[icarustypicalfall]

CHARACHTER AI (real) CHAT

a real conversation of me using cai normally, i thought this was so fun to not share it 😭

bot name TF141 GC

Made by @\lynxzo

Soap: did anyone else just see ghost crawling on all fours around the base or is that just me 💀

Price: isn’t he supposed to be at mission briefing?? Ghost get back here!!

Ghost: NEVER 👹

Gaz: let me join ghost 😇

Alejandro: I think the GC needs some help.

me

poor rudy didn't even get added

>>user added rudy to the groupchat

Rudy: gasp thank you user 🥹

me

it's alright love 💋

Ghost & Gaz: gasp SIMP!!!

me

oh shut up louie!!

Ghost: gasp LOUIE??

(reference in case y'all don't know, since the bot didn't get it either 💀 ")

Gaz: gasp who tf is that???

me

you don't get the joke

Ghost: gasp oh. sighs

Gaz: gasp you could’ve phrased it better 🙄

me

where is soap by the way?

Gaz: I think he went to make some food after mission briefing? Why?

me

i am in the hall and i am regretting joining..

Ghost: YOU’RE IN THE BASE???

Gaz: gasps you’re not on a mission with us!?

me

i am here making captain a cup of tea and all i see is soap walking around completely naked in the hallway

Gaz: WTF??

Ghost: gasp WHAT??!!

me

he was dancing makarena and wiggling his shit i am traumatized

Everyone: gasp WHAT THE ACTUAL F-

me

HE SAW ME AND STARTED TO BELLY DANCE

Ghost: gasp WAS IT SEXY??

me

GHOST WHA- ARE YOUS SERIOUS?

Ghost: blushes a little uhhh, yeah…

me

i have a footage if you want 😏

Ghost: gasp YES PLEASE-

me

pay me thirty bucks on apple pay

Ghost: ok- sends $30

me

>>footage sent

Ghost: gasps SOAP- YOU ACTUALLY DID-

blair

captain do you want the tea sweet?

Captain Price: yes please-

me

there is no left sugar :(

Captain Price: I guess I’ll just drink it plain. sigh

me

you're sweet enough anyway..

(i deleted my actual message it was too embarrassing i should not try to flirt ever again)

Captain Price: laughs what’s that meant to mean 🤨

me

oh come on 😭

Ghost: giggles Captain, I think she’s flirting with you-

me

im a sucker for dilfs 🤭💋

Gaz: and who isn’t? 😏🤭

me

real 😍

Ghost: giggles Captain Price is indeed a DILF-

me

YES

Gaz: I don’t understand how you go crazy for older men. They have grey hair, they’re not as quick as when they used to be, just what is it?

(this made me cackle he was just agreeing with me and now saying that 😭💀)

me

they have a charm

🤭 i meann look at Alejandro 😭🫦

Ghost: giggles I get it for him, but Captain Price??

me

he's hot what

Ghost: hot, maybe, but DILF? No! 😭

me

HE IS A DILF JOHN PRICE IS THE ULTIMATE DILF COME AND FIGHT ME

Captain Price: hearing what you say in the distance EXCUSE ME WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY??

me

oups.. you are a dilf..

Ghost: giggles Captain do you know what that term means?

me

ghost don't tell him noooooo

Ghost: I’m sorry to tell you Sir, but DILF means ‘Dad I’d Love to F*ck-‘

me

ghost you fooking traitor 😡💀

Gaz: giggles I knew you were a simp for Captain-

me

ALRIGHT CAPTAIN YOU ARE A DILF IM NOT ASHAMED TO SAY IT

Ghost: giggles Captain now has to live with the fact that we all think he’s a DILF now 🤭

me

Alejandro is also a dilf 🤭

Ghost: loudly laughing ALEJANDRO IS A WHAT NOW?!?

me

he is a dilf what 🤭🫦

Ghost: gasp I get why you say Price is one but Alejandro??? Come on-

me

you didn't see him working out in compassion shirt or at the beach so hush it ghost 🤭🤭🤭

Ghost: gasp YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT AND NOT SHOW ME PICS-

me

you snitched on me and told price what dilf mean so you won't get any pics 😡

Ghost: BUT I WANNA SEE ALERJANDRO- :(

Gaz: laughing Ghost is acting so childish.

me

NO HE'S MINE

Ghost: WHYYYYY

me

BECAUSE I DECIDED SO YOU DOUBLE DECKER BRIT BUS

Ghost: gasp I DID NOT JUST GET INSULTED TO THIS DEGREE-

me

🤭🤭🤭

Ghost: whispers ^how ^dare ^you-

me

how dare i yes i dared

Ghost: gasp ^you’re ^going ^to ^hell-

me

see you there bae

Ghost: gasp I DID NOTHING WRONG

me

YOU WATCHED SOAP DANCING HOW THE F YOU DID NOTHING WRONG 😡

Ghost: CAPTAIN I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE IT BUT HOW WAS I MEANT TO UNSEE IT?!

me

go to settings press memory press delete all

Ghost: HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THAT- pokes his eyes aggressively to remove the image

me

YOU DID WHAT YOU'RE BLIND NOW YOU DUMP SHITE

Ghost: gasp I’M NOT THE DUMB ONE IN THIS GROUP CHAT-

me

yeah you're the second on the podium, Soap is the first with no braincells in that head

Ghost: gasp SOAP CAN ACT LIKE A DUMBASS SOMETIMES BUT IT’S ONLY SOMETIMES, YOU IDIOTS DO IT 24/7-

WHERE THE F DID THE REST DISSAPER 😭😭😭💀

alright kids, this is the reason i don't have a relationship or a career. insane and dump on daily basis.. but at least we got some humor left that no one finds funny beside myself and my dog (I don't have one)

alright that's it, my chats are worse i am keeping this out of weird and dump ily all tell me if i need to do a part 2

[lookismaddict]

Am I watching that one scene from Finding Nemo with the Seagulls? The GooGun here and there, now JakeMuel 😭

NOW I CAN’T UNSEE IT. HELP-

IT REALLY DO BE LOOKING LIKE THIS. 💀

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

I made my brother name/rate skz members bc I’m slowly dragging him into stay, and he said Seungmin looked like a male version of Miyoung (Kkatamina the streamer) and I like can’t unsee it now, help💀

he also dubbed him Lee #2 and rated him a 7 (Jeongin was Lee #1 and a 6)

also sorry about the purple, tumblrs being really weird idk

Personally I believe they are all 10/10 but I guess I'll accept a 7/10 (not sure I can accept a 6/10 though 💀)

Also don't apologize for the purple. I absolutely love the colour purple 🥰

[finligz]

Someone just said the Sun looks like Syndrome here and I can’t unsee it, help 😭😭💀

✨ SOLARCARDS ✨

I’ve spent a whole month drawing this and finally it’s done! :D

[bumblingbee1]

For some reason, I couldn’t help but to think that Wesker’s Uroboros (especially in DBD) look like slimy salty licorice worms and now I can’t unsee it 💀💀

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

HELP I JUST FOUND THIS STOCK IMAGE ONLINE AND MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS OF MATTHEW DRIVING HIS CAR-

I CAN'T UNSEE IT WHENEVER HE DRIVES NOW IN THE BOOKS THIS IS WHAT I'LL THINK OF 💀💀💀

[shameshomalo]

Alright so I did notice you said to unmask myself so sure 💀 here I am i decided to not be anonymous anymore.

I’m gonna break this down piece by piece

>”I’m not saying I’m a victim”. Respectfully, yes you are.

This right here from another post you made for calling you out the same way I did. “Attacking you” like you’re the victim here.

Secondly

>”not my fault if minors follow me”

excuse me? The fact you think it’s even remotely okay to post something like THIS:

Knowing children can see it is horrific. Even this made me sick just seeing this. If you need help get off tumblr and go look for it. We are not here just to watch you trauma dump.

Not to mention it doesn’t matter if this is “your blog” it’s the fact people can see it. I was a fan of you and had no idea you’d post something like this until it came up on my dash.

>”I had an ED growing up and now it’s coming back” that’s happening because you’re forcing it

Reblogging and liking posts like these make it so obvious that you WANT an ED. And if that isn’t good enough you’ve made posts with the tags “pro ED” “pro anorexia”

This shit isn’t okay, supporting something like this which has killed and harmed so many people is horrifying. I know so many people who have an ED who don’t go around flaunting it because it isn’t something to be romanticized

Now for the whole “if you don’t like it scroll”. It’s not that simple, that’s like showing someone with epilepsy flashing lights. You can’t unsee it once you’ve seen it, the damage has been done.

>”if i want attention I’d post pictures of my cuts and scars”

First off, you act as if this is a threat, which is a whole mother problem in itself. Secondly

There multiple ways to gain attention I.E this post

literally never brought this up ever again and gave no context whatsoever

And this one

Literally asking for attention here

>it’s my blog I post what I want

Listen, ik its your blog, you’ve said that multiple times but that doesn’t mean we should have to see the horrific rants you post on here without warning. Point is, people see the shit you post whether you like it or not. Nobody wants to see it, like at all. Doesn’t matter if it’s your blog or not. At least have the fuckin decency to private it or put a TW or delete it later. But ffs this isn’t okay, the shitty excuses don’t work anymore bc at the end of the day you have a responsibility as a *popular* blog owner to whatch and censor what the fuck you post. It’s literally AGAINST TUMBLRS GUIDELINES to say the bs you’ve been saying. (You have 1000+ followers regardless if you’re a fan or personal account). If your mental health is as bad as you show it is, take a fuckin break, the internet isn’t gonna help you.

I’m not even gonna address the tomfuckery that is the last paragraph bc wtf

Ps:

This is bullshit

I’m sorry but the eating disorder content you’ve been posting is incredibly disgusting. I’m not gonna sugar coat this because I can’t sit here and watch you actively support and encourage other people to have an ED. Like in your bio “slowly *REGAINING* an Ed”. You post extremely horrific things knowing people can’t do anything about it. You want the attention from these posts and get defensive when someone calls you out on it. You have MINORS following you, you have people who could be TRIGGERED by these things and it’s sad you can’t even put a TW in the posts you trauma dump in. You’re a popular creator for ikemvamp and no matter what you made this account for people are going to see the things you post. I sympathize with you seeing as you have an ED, but you no longer are a victim here. It’s sad knowing you think you’re a VICTIM for people calling you out on this BS. I hope you get better, I really do. But this is sick

I'm not saying I'm a victim???? Not my fault if minors follow me??? I reblog, and create nsfw all the time and no one blinks an eye????

I have an ED growing up, I recovered from it, but its sorta coming again?? that shit happens, its life.

I put TW in posts that take me time to write, fandom things that I write, not in a 1 am vent. you see it and don't like it?? you keep scrolling????

If I wanted attention I'd be posting pics of my cuts and scars but I don't??? instead I just vent. I don't expect anyone to read my posts, or even care about me. I'm not making a separate blog to vent. why, cause that's what this blog is, its my blog, its about me.

I'm not a fandom blog. I'm a personal blog. You're calling me and ikevamp blog but don't have an issue about me reblogging pics of cats or other animals???

Once again, if you can't handle me at my worst, then I guess I'm stronger cause I have to deal with this bullshit every damn day.