#I'M SO SORRY LMAO

[just--a--vessel]

He/him pronoun bracelet broke, call that fragile masculinity

[galactic-rhea]

I learned that Palpatine was 20 years younger than Dooku, and of course I ran with that information, and Tumblr (and the fandom) isn't ready for any of this

and I'm sharing it only because my partner said it was a shame to not share this with Tumblr lmaoo, and i was too lazy to actually write it all so i just share the screenshots sorry

[darkshrimpemotions]

[ranaeley]

I lost my best friend.

I love Greek Mythology, so of course I couldn't resist drawing this scene from @edbydraws's lovely Gorgon Crowley AU

[hi-itsbonny]

Close enough, welcome back Baji Keisuke

[meownotgood]

btw. once you start touching yourself in front of aki. pressing your fingers inside yourself while he watches with his hand around his cock. he tries to draw things out, he stops touching when he's close after only a few moments, and he takes his hand away completely. but he still manages to cum, finishing all over his stomach, mumbling a quiet swear to himself, while his shaking hand jerks his cock and tries to work through the remaining threads of dwindling pleasure

[pagingdork]

dog evan you will always be famous.

[chriscornellsbread]

updated and new grunge ponies! ^_^

bonus: old chris cornell and eddie vedder wedding ft. fred durst

[carpediemma]

So... this is just my life now, here is another awesome Dead Boy Detectives edit out there in the either.

since I apparently am on a mission to spread by hyperfixation

Made by @thisgameissonintendo

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Kalim Angst

Apologies, it gets Rough, tw: gore?, SH/hemomania (the urge to drink your own blood upon sight), feelings of euphoria, childhood trauma/poison/drug/kidnapping, strained relationship with Jamil/Jamil is villainized more (not sorry) /lh, scabs, picking scabs, etc. ..... hahaha...aha..haha...this is really not a happy post, PLEASE scroll if you don't want to read.

It was never supposed to come to this. But by Seven did it feel good. The initial pain had subsided and as Kalim raised his arm to his lips, he closed his eyes a little, the imaginary sound of Jamil's voice chiding him.

You're gonna get an infection if you do that. You need to stop Kalim. You could die if you do that, stop it! A giddy little giggle spilled from him as he licked more blood up from his forearm. If only. Jamil could pretend to care all he wanted, but even in his denial, Kalim knew that the boy he saw as his closest friend would only be crying crocodile tears at his funeral, forced to be there by obligation.

Not that it mattered. Most of the people Kalim saw as family didn't see him that way back- they would also attend his funeral out of a sense of obligation, or duty. He was competition, he was a target, he was a nuisance, he was in the impediment in other people's pursuit for success and happiness-namely his aunts and uncles. Despite the attempted kidnappings, the drugging, the poisons- he chose to keep a positive outlook on life. A positive outlook- yeah...that's how other people saw it...how he made them see him. While it was true he didn't want to live in constant fear and suspicion of the people around him, it didn't mean he was happy. It was easier not to feel anything, and just slap on a happy face. With all his younger siblings, it wasn't like he didn't do it all the time anyways. They didn't need to know what their parents were doing to him, and he was glad it was him dealing with the backlash rather than any of them. None of them would think to do what he'd learn to do anyways. He could feel he dizziness kicking in, but reached for the small dagger he had brought with him and sliced two more small incisions each on his arms, kicking his feet a little and licking up the rivulets of blood eagerly. How ironic was it that the dagger had been a birthday gift from his father meant to be used to defend himself? Instead he was using it to cut himself open, the pain barely recognizable at this point. He'd been doing this so often it was always just the first cut that hurt now. The first time he hadn't done it to himself. It was after one of the kidnapping attempts. Honestly he didn't remember much of it. He was sitting in his room, but he could hear his father yelling outside of his room, a tone he had never heard from him before. He was disoriented still trying to process that he was in his room rather than...where had he been taken? It didn't really matter. The point was he was in his room...and he was alone... He hugged himself a little, gasping softly in surprise as his fingers brushed over a rough feeling patch of skin near his elbow. He turned his arm curiously to find a scab forming on his arm, though at the time he didn't know what it was called. All of his "boo-boos" were always magicked away- he could only assume this had been missed by accident. Thinking back, it would have been funny if it was left there on purpose. As if the person who had intended to hurt him was in kahoots with the doctor, taunting Kalim with a realm of possibilities and ideas with exposure to....with the reminder of pain.

Because he'd never had one before, he didn't know any better, itching at the scab until it came off, making him squirm in disgust as it laid half peeled off his arm. Given that the adults still seemed tense, he didn't want to call for help. Instead he screwed his eyes shut and gave it a small tug, whimpering a bit as the scab popped off his skin and he could feel wetness on his arm. He studied the scab in confusion for a moment before setting it aside on a tissue and trying to look at his arm, where the wetness was, to no avail. He tried to touch it again, eyes widening slightly as his fingers held just the smallest bit of blood on them. The red liquid was fascinating, and without thinking he brought his fingers to his lips. Though it was only a few drops, it scratched an itch in his mind that he didn't know needed relief.

And from there it had been a slippery slope. He hid injuries from the nurses, he found ways to heal himself if he ever went too far, he started using other tools to reopen or widen or deepen his wounds just to fill his mouth with the coppery taste of his own blood, making his mind go fuzzy and happy like it was now.

Kalim laid back against the roof of the dorm, panting softly and letting his arms fall to his sides, his chin and arms glistening with blood under the full moons illumination. He could feel himself on the verge of passing out, reaching blindly for his pen as he breathlessly healed himself before the pain would make itself obvious, letting himself come down slowly from his happy state of mind as he licked the blood clean off of himself, small giggles slowly turning drowsy.

As the dizziness began to ease, he forced himself to sit up. He needed to get back to his room to clean up any mess that would indicate what he had been doing before Jamil would come in the morning to wake him up. He took a few shaky breaths as tears finally started to well up in his eyes. Even with the blood, with the one thing that made him feel sane, nothing compared to the amount of guilt and loneliness that came from remembering the way Jamil looked at him when he overblotted. From the things he said. Kalim looked down at his arms again, and then to the dagger within arms reach, his fingers moving faster than his mind as his vision went blurry from tears. He wasn't ready to go to sleep yet. Just a little more, just a little more he whispered under his breath as he plunged the knife deeper than before, something between laughter and a wail leaving him as mania took over and the crimson stain of his blood cascading down his arm and painting his mouth red as he chased his feeling of euphoria.

[cartelheir]

@sharpsuite :   As CLEVER as Chishiya might be, even he can’t come up with an excuse or explanation for this situation that doesn’t sound as lame as any teenager’s excuse. ( He is, at least, thankful that Niragi didn’t seem to be aware when he’d pulled away with some grumble about bullshit to deal with. Chishiya didn’t doubt there’d be threats of brains splattered against a wall if he had. ) It doesn’t mean Chishiya doesn’t rapidly try to sort through any possible excuse to offer for why Chishiya and Niragi had only been centimeters apart and hidden away in an otherwise empty place. And Niragi’s hands had definitely not been kept to himself – admittedly Chishiya’s had been buried in silk but there’s one benefit to tall assholes and that’s hiding. Even so, he comes up with very little. There really isn’t any good excuse though, is there?    Chishiya just stares at Pat in uncharacteristic silence while he decides the quickest route to escape from the situation. Maybe she didn’t see anything? Though he doesn’t have a good explanation for the lack of yelling or arguing even if she had seen absolutely nothing. Niragi invading Chishiya’s space with threats was something most people saw. This however… “ Pat. “ He manages to slink back behind his usual inscrutable expression, trying to force his shoulders to relax rather than be tense. He was fine, right? It’s a fight to not try to check himself somehow to make sure there were no signs of anything amiss. His hands curl in the pocket of his hoodie. “ Impeccable timing to avoid Niragi. “ He has to fight down a sigh because he’s fairly confident that is not going to work. ( I have sat here giggling through this mess, I leave it up to you to how much she saw or suspects. )

it feels like they've been staring at each other for hours, completely silent. it's uncharacteristic of her; and even chishiya, who's generally more quiet, is more talkative than this with her. she's still processing the image she'd just run into; clear and, unfortunately, unmistakable. and she has the urge to run away from the scene, like she was the one caught doing something wrong. she feels like she could stay right here for years, leaning against the wall and staring off at nothing, and she'll still need longer to figure out how on earth those two had arrived from point A to━━ well, this.

is she pissed? maybe a little bit. not that it's any of her business, but that's the one close friend she has in this place and the guy who almost got her killed not even three days ago. they've miraculously reached a truce, at least for the time being, but there's still a deep bruise on her wrist under her golden bracelet from the previous game. but mostly, she's just surprised. she looks at him when he says her name, doesn't know what to say or if she can say any words at all without laughing. she doesn't think chishiya has realized there's a huge red spot on the side of his neck, for sure to bruise later.

" yeah. " it's like she finally remembers how to move her hands again, and she immediately lights up a cigarette. kuina's journey to quit had been inspiring to her, but maybe pat just doesn't have the same willpower. " it's hard to avoid conflict with niragi, isn't it? always throwing insults, punches, bullets, and, " only then, she allows herself to openly stare at the mark on chishiya's neck, " ... love bites? "

[gofflesworld]

@spaciebabie's anthro springtrap bunny has been living in my head rent free y'all ◕_◕ The urge to pet him is fhfdslkglhgksdhgz

lol oops

[kevin-sedai]

Messenger: What did you call your friend?

Fitz: Everyone at King Shrewd's court just called him Fool.

Messenger: What did you call him?

Fitz: Da- Beloved.

Messenger:

Fitz:

Messenger: What were you going to say?

Fitz: Nothing, I said I called him Beloved.

Bee: No, you didn't.

Fitz: *beet red* Yes, I did!

Messenger: It sounded like you were going to say something else.

Bee: It sounded like you were about to say Daddy

Fitz: *very quickly* No.

Bee: *takes out her dream journal* Then why did I dream of you yelling "Daddy"?

Fitz: I don't know.

Bee:

Fitz:

Messenger: It's not a big deal if you did, I just have to know you're the right person for the message.

Fitz: Fine. I called him Daddy. Once. By El and Eda, you telepathically suck someone silly once, and all of a sudden, you're lovers.

[countdown-to-the-end]

g'day, mate💥💥💥💥💥💥 (british pipe bomb in your mailbox)

why is my wife mailing me pipe bombs (for legal reasons this is a Joke)

[sadthixx]

kaito is a baby rat