#I’m actually gonna start crying

[ladydisharmony]

i think abt this everyday genuinely

[kickstheclown]

My life is over btw guys

[pixlokita]

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[countfagula]

In a flare and watching stranger things so here’s a Steve headcannon:

Steve suffers with chronic pain after everything not just migraines but bone deep pain that just nags at him until either Robin or Eddie convince him to at least try out a mobility aid and of course he’s hesitant at first. He’s so used to being the big strong protector of the group and he feels like the aid is a sign of weakness but after much convincing (and nagging on Robins part) he finally gets a cane and it changes his view completely. He’s actually able to move without too much pain,he able to keep up with the kids again something he’s been struggling with since Vecna and most importantly he has freedom again. Honestly I just need Steve with a mobility aid <3

[allmyhomieshatelawns]

Hiiiiii everyone I’ve become obsessed w Trolls, and by extension, several of the AUs here. In particular, @djmurphy ‘s Hypno Pop AU has had me in its clutches. I couldn’t stop myself so I wrote a lil somethin’ in between working on my Feral!Branch AU.

Bit of a warning, it’s def unreliable narrator, and yes, it’s supposed to be kinda creepy. I hope y’all like, please do not copy or post to another site. Lmk what y’all think!

"Hee, hee, hee, hee, heh, heh, eheh…" It wouldn't stop, no matter what I tried, nothing would make it stop. My face hurt, my entire body hurt if I was being honest. It was getting harder to do that. My voice wasn't my own, instead spewing false, toxic positivity that made me want to scream. It was hard to be honest even inside my own head when the compulsions wouldn't leave me alone either.

Keep Smiling. The compulsions hurt, but it hurt worse to try and resist. Like my nerves were being burnt. The compulsions made it easier to go about my day-to-day. I always knew what I was supposed to be doing, and how to be a good troll like everybody else. It was comforting to have a safety net.

Keep Singing. This one was harder to obey, but somehow even more painful to try and ignore. Whether I obeyed or not, it felt like liquid fire in my veins. I watched it happen over and over and over again. Every time I opened my mouth to sing, I saw her push me out of the way instead. It was painful fighting to go grey. My vocal cords always felt shredded, and they had lost a lot of their angelic body, sounding raspy, damaged.

Go To King Peppy. My numb feet carried me to the King's pod that he shared with his youngest daughter. I wasn't supposed to talk about Viva either, which was wrong. Poppy should know about her older sister, even if she never got to meet her. I knew a little about my parents, even if they had been taken before my egg hatched. At least I knew my parents existed. I wonder what my brothers are up to…

Part of me yearned to have them home still, that same part I was scared was getting dependent on the string. I would feel my feet quickening as the power of the string would begin to fade, heading to King Peppy's door, knowing I wouldn't skip. It was horrifying to think part of myself actually liked being like this. I still remembered resisting, or trying to, hating every moment of this prison. I remembered trying to scream, trying to get anyone to help me and I couldn't make myself do anything. Oh after the first close calls King Peppy had made sure to put in the compulsions to 'never alarm anyone'. Now people didn't panic when they saw me, and it was all thanks to King Peppy!

I reached King Peppy's office, knocking politely and entering the room as he bid me. King Peppy helped me when no one else could. He was the only one able to help me get rid of my greyness, the only one willing to do what it took to make me normal. I owed him everything. My smile was blindingly painful.

"Ah, Branch, perfect timing as always." King Peppy smiled broadly, opening his arms for a hug.

I leapt into his arms, the contact feeling like licking flames.

King Peppy held me for a moment, before setting me back down. He reached into his hair, pulling out a nearly-empty lyre, with one glittering pink string on it.

My heartbeat quickened seeing it, eyes tunneling to focus on the horribly beautiful string. It glowed with its own light, drawing me in and re-thickening the haze over everything I saw. I felt my shoulders begin to relax as the haze crept further, like a wild animal with its eyes hooded.

A few plucks of the string, and I felt my mind wash away in a comfortable haze. All of the anxiety and negativity bleeding away to the innermost recesses of myself. It was such a relief to not have to deal with all of those pesky emotions! Now I could just be happy and sing and dance and have fun like everyone else!

I smiled, my face comfortably numb from the fresh effects of the string. "Thank you, King Peppy! I feel much better now!" I chirped, hardly able to see him at all through the haze.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Branch! Now, I've still got some work to finish up, why don't you run along and find someone to play with until you're called for dinner?" King Peppy chuckled as he suggested it, placing the sacred string back in its spot, safely in his hair.

The village was still bustling even at this hour, people skipping about and holding hands and singing and dancing. It was amazing.

My whole body felt like it was floating, like I was only connected to it by a tiny string. I waved and smiled at everyone who greeted me, even if I couldn't tell who had spoken to me. It unnerved me not being able to see more than a couple of troll-lengths away at best. No shadows to see a hand reaching down for–

"Hey, Branch! There you are! I was just looking for you!" Princess Poppy's cheerful voice broke in before a compulsion could correct my thought.

My head whipped around to her voice, my smile still painful, but a little more genuine. Princess Poppy was a sweet girl, even if she was annoying. She was perfect and would make an excellent queen one day.

"Princess! What can I do for you today?" I asked, kneeling down in front of her. She wasn't that much shorter than me, but I would take any excuse to get off of them. I had to stay fresh for more dancing, after all!

She beamed at me, somehow making it look effortless and completely sincere.

"One of the performers for my party tonight had to backout last minute. Would you be able to fill in? I don't need a full set or anything, just a couple of songs." Her voice was pleading, eyes big and pouty. She should know by now I can't say no to her.

"Of course, what's the theme for the party?" My grinning kept up, my lips not allowed to turn down in her presence.

"Thank you so much Branch you have no idea how much this means to me!" Poppy rushed out in one breath, leaping at me and hugging me tightly. I responded automatically, not having to think about hugging back. That was the nice thing about being a puppet in your own body at least.

[oreolesbian]

my cynical nerd ass is in shock that the mcu actually managed to faithfully adapt one of my favorite comic book characters of all time - especially after they fucked up so many others of my favorites

[sevikasenby]

idk why but the thought of either you eating sevika out under her desk while she’s trying to work or her doing it to you has taken over my brain the past few days.

like one, just imagine her tall ass trying to fit under a desk just to eat you out. two, imagine you’re slipping down your chair but her face buried in your cunt is the only thing keeping you in place. three, she probably makes you put your legs up on the desk so she has easy access to you.

four, imagine you have to get through a couple papers and sevika’s absolutely not helping you out in any way but every time you tell her you’re done with another paper, you’re rewarded with her tongue licking a single stripe up your cunt.

five, your chair is absolutely soaked by the end of it with her spit and your arousal because she of course did not let you cum just yet and will give you the rest of your reward at home :)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@dollsuguru pspspspps……….. the teeniest tiniest sneak peek just for u ………………..

[matty-bear]

GUYS IM SOBBINGGG

my merch came in earlier than expected AND I GOT THE POSTCARD !!! AND NICK PUT A LITTLE HEART ABOVE THE I IM LOSING MY MIND 😭😭😭

[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

She’s convinced that a nearly forty year old rock star is going to marry her when she’s 14 because it’s legal in Germany

WE DON’T EVEN LIVE IN EUROPE

And to make it worse, it’s one of those mafia celebrity x reader fics

IT WAS WATTPAD

SHE’S STARTING ON WATTPAD

STOPPPPP

well she has taste

kind of

[honeypleasejustkillme]

the phrase “i’ve never felt more alone in my life” feels more true with each passing day

[fujii-draws]

Hey, been meaning to send an ask like this for a while now, but your art and ideas are great and are always cool to see on my dash. It was your blog that actually inspired me to join tumblr.

I thought it'd be fun to attach a little Dadnoir drawing with Aimilios and Ribbons! Hope you don't mind.

IM SQUEALINGGGG. OMG OMG OMG OMGOMGHHGHGJFJJFJGJG?:!:!;!; HOLD ME BACK. SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK.

[bbloveseevees]

Last week my mom said we weren’t gonna stay for my newspaper class anymore but she’s making me go today and I think it’s really unfair

LIKE BITCH WAS THAT JUST A ONE TIME THING??? THAT “ONE TIME THING” WAS ONE OF THE BIGGEST RELIEFS I’VE EVER HAD

[pixlokita]

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[amnestyliketaz]

i haven’t read the book the outsiders bc i wouldn’t be able to handle it. not bc of the death or anything just if i think about ponyboy too long i get an unending maternal urge and i want to cry and hold him in my arms. and i think reading the book from his point of view would just destroy me

[spicyicymeloncat]

Crying about mao mao and how I’m never going to see that incredibly traumatised cat again