#I uwued out loud

[fereldanwench]

You should not have returned--You will die here with me! You can thank me later!

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[thistledropkick]

Despe:

I just realized that since I didn't win Best of the Super Juniors, I can't take Chris out for dinner!

I'm sooo sorrryyyyy . . . .

Chris:

i'm sad 🥺

Despe:

eek!

Chris:

so sad...（´・ω・｀）

Despe:

Chris, how are you this cute...

[wraithsoutlaws]

"Fuck you," he says again, but this time the words are cinched between a smile.

[daedelweiss]

rottmnt screenshots i can never look at the same way again after writing "life mission: save my brothers"

posted this on twitter so why not here uwu caution, this is a long post 👀

look at the missing torts 💔

i’m not providing context on this one-

the Traumatized by Big Mama Duo™

yeah, that’s how they feel about big mams in general

no context-

donnie’s arc without context :3

honestly, seeing the twins just makes my heart break but also cry in “AWWWH LOOK AT THEM-”

you all remember this moment, right?

wishing LM!big mama to back the fuck up from best boi or i’m throwing hands

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the gang that we started with

used this as a reference for the 2nd set of pages for “the buried memory”. leo hid his drawing and sticky note behind this poster for 3 years.

mikey with two sides of his family~

this comes up but not in the way you think and not in the movie arc 😗

ahahahahahaha- 🙂

lastly, this. oh, if only i could tell you the context of this scene in life mission- :)))))

hope that piqued your interest  i'm mostly okay "spoiling" what happens in life mission because the story kinda follows the show/movie anyway so there's no point hiding some big moments like shredder coming back, etc.

also i'm the type of person who doesn't care too much about spoilers. i like the anticipation of the moment rather than not knowing what happens  still like being surprised though!

and ig the biggest reason why i'm okay with spoiling "life mission" a little is because... well. a magician has to show the audience one hand to hide what the other's tricks are :) hope y'all enjoyed!!!

also, if you're wondering, i've technically finished planning and "writing" ALL of life mission already. i just haven't broken down how everything happens to the detail yet. so far now, i've finished detailing half of mikeys arc

[miasmaghoul]

will u ever write again ?

I showed this to @forlorn-crows and the following conversation occurred:

10/10, real knee slapper material right here.

[remix-of-your-guts]

sorry i literally cannot stop thinking abt that post that's like "tboy music is soft ukulele indie bugs and tgirl music is mean and loud and abrasive" cuz i legitimately cannot think of any music that fits those stereotypes except cavetown and against me!... which granted are arguably the two most widely known trans artists/bands but like. come on. tell me you don't actually listen to trans music without telling me you don't actually listen to trans music. two single examples does not make a pattern even if it follows patriarchal and transphobic stereotypes my friend. broaden your horizons and move beyond "trans men are soft uwu babies and trans women are mean and scary"...... i promise you there is a beautiful world out there of transgender music and transgender people breaking stereotypes.

[feralghxuls]

dorito. dorito.

BLEASE

ask and ye shall receive <3

contains: sub mountain, dom dew, spanking, pet play, implied temperature play

words: 1,152

He'd lost track of where he ends and where Dew begins a long time ago. He's been in this room for years. His knees are sore. His ass stings. He's bent over a dresser, struggling to keep his eyes focused on his reflection because Dew told him to. He can't quite manage to lift his eyes to his own face, instead staring at the blurred dark streak of the collar around his throat, the bruises and bite marks framing it, trailing down his chest, across his shoulders. His brows draw together as his eyes track over the marks, fighting to remember what he'd done to earn them. 

The collar tightens around his throat without warning, pressure against the front as Dew pulls hard. His face appears floating over his shoulder, and in the space of the seconds it takes him to drag his gaze up to look at the razor-sharp grin splitting his face, Dew's palm cracks across his ass, makes him jump and groan. The sound is disconnected, far away, but he knows he's the one who made it because it reverberates in his chest. 

"Mountain," Dew growls, his voice rough and low right in his ear. "I asked you a question."

Did he? He's struggling to parse meaning from words. The name Mountain feels so distant. It does on the best of days, but especially now, when he doesn't feel even remotely tethered to reality. Only the pressure on his throat and the insistent burning sting of his skin feels real. 

I– he starts, pressing the word into Dew's head. He's interrupted by a sharp strike across the back of his thighs, a yank on his collar. 

"Out loud. Words, Mountain." Dew's tone is sharp, and all he can do for a moment is groan unintelligently. He works his heavy tongue in his mouth, trying to remember how to form voluntary sounds. He's drooling. He manages a slurred, barely coherent version of the heavy growls and clicks of ghoulish.

"I don't–"

Again, Dew yanks and strikes. Simultaneously this time, making his body jolt and slump forward with a soft groan. It only puts more weight on the collar; Dew offers no give, no mercy. 

"English. You remember English, right?" He sees the sneer on Dew's face out of the corner of his eye and just groans again, something deep in the pit of his belly tightening. "It's a simple fucking question." 

He's not sure if Dew means his thinly veiled insult, or the question he doesn't remember being asked. He drags his eyes up in the mirror to meet the reflection of Dew's gaze, watches his lip curl in distaste. 

"You don't even know your own name right now, do you," Dew mutters, wrapping the leash around his hand, once, twice, a slow and deliberate movement. He’s mesmerized by the movement, and it’s the only warning he gets before Dew yanks hard, down and back, makes his back arch and his head drop back, a wrecked sound punching out of him. He can't breathe like this, the ceiling swimming above him. Dew's upside-down face fills his vision, rolling his eyes at him as he pulls him back even more, forcing him off the dresser until he's standing unsteady on his own two feet. 

His vision starts to go dark and distantly, he hears Dew huff a split second before he releases the pressure on the leash. Not all the way, of course not, but enough. He sucks in a lungful of air, eyes wide and wild, hands reaching in front of him to brace against the dresser. He catches sight of his own cock in the mirror, hanging hard and heavy between his legs, watches it twitch as Dew's hand splays against the front of his throat. His palm is hot on his skin. His cock kicks again, drooling, and all he can do is moan, a wanton sound high in his throat. 

"Dumb slut," Dew murmurs, his tone neutral, almost sweet. Like how poisonous plants paint themselves bright, enticing colors. He licks a long, hot stripe up the side of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine, settling as heat coiled at the base of it. "Come here." 

Dew doesn't give him time to comply on his own, or try to figure out where 'here' is supposed to be, simply tugging on the collar, jerking him to his feet again. His hand stays at his throat as he pulls him across the room, stops him just in front of the bed. There's a metalic snick from behind his skull, and the pressure is gone. Dew appears in front of him, his expression focused as he clips the leash onto the ring at the front of the collar. It morphs into a dangerous smile as he looks up, gaze boring directly into his soul as he slowly lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed. 

His thoughts are thick syrup, unable to predict where this is going as he watches Dew lay back, spreading his legs, tail relaxed and flicking lazily between them. "Well? You gonna just stand there, or are you going to do the one thing you're good at?"

It's a lot of words. They sink in slowly, a little jumbled, and he's struggling to untangle the meaning. Dew props himself on his elbows and wraps the leash one more time around his hand, pulling it taut and forcing him a shaky step forward. 

"Mount me. Like a fucking dog," Dew says, the last word punctuated by a lash of his tail, the spaded tip whipping up to snap against the underside of his balls. He bites back a moan, knees threatening to buckle. He understands these words, his body moving without him telling it to, nearly falling forward onto the bed. He kneels over Dew, feeling taller than he should. Instinct takes over and he's watching his hands reach down and grip his waist and a thigh, neatly rolling him over. He takes a handful of Dew's tail, right at the base, dragging his hips up. He's jerked down by the neck, that leash still in Dew's hand, still controlling him, but he pays it no mind. 

He's focused, hands on Dew's ass, spreading him open and sinking into wet heat, listening to Dew's harsh exhale as he buries himself balls deep. His own voice startles him, a low, gutteral growl as his claws sink into Dew's hips. He plants his knees wide, bracketing Dew's legs between them and braces against the pressure of the leash, leaning into the weight at the back of his neck, even as Dew pulls harder and harder. He has orders, and he's going to follow them. 

His hips snap forward. Dew yanks on the leash. He buckles forward, has to shift his hands to Dew's back before he faceplants. Just in time to hear Dew hiss out, "Brat."

[vaugarde]

not to rehash this conversation again but ppl arent even trying to not be transphobic abt nonbinary characters in video games anymore huh

[tyranitarkisser]

I havent truly sat down and read all of the epilogues yet but i will admit i skimmed through candy looking for all of gamzees dialogue and ignoring everything else and what i love about it is how it completely demystifies him as a character. Everyone is always like ooohh hes so enigmatic and doesnt make any sense, i liked him better before murderstuck when he was nice to his friends and its like no.. hes always been this way lol he just was holding back and high

[fairysylveon]

rubbing my temples a little thinking about tim takes

[measuresderepo]

Walkie talkie’s kind of a silly word. I wish we called all military technology silly names.

[butchkaramazov]

is it just me or do y'all hate people who read for the aesthetic

[heliianth]

the thing abt my voice dysphoria is when im talking normally i sound fine like maybe theres some stuff i would change in a character customizer or whatever but its not worth me putting effort into it or feeling bad but then when i talk to any stranger ever my pitch shoots up and i talk like im asking them to pretty please not pull the trigger mister and i dont know how to fix this without sounding like a weirdo who is purposefully making my voice deeper when i talk to them

[bisaster-energy]

ik canonically cas' only interaction with a cat was an interrogation but i literally don't care everyone can benefit from a cat. he cared about the whole world because of dean he can care about a cat somewhere in there let me have my tfw cat au. go in peace

[jacobglaser]

People will come on here and just say anything

[pbpsbff]

every day i am glad that i got over my being 11 and romanticizing mental illness in fanfiction phase but at the same time it’s like. i got the mental illnesses i was glorifying. at least i write them accurately now???