#IM SORRY IM GIGGLING
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STOP POSTING ABOUT KHAN DOORMAN. I'M TIRED OF SEEING HIM. MY FRIENDS ON TUMBLR POST ABOUT HIM, ON DISCORD IT'S HIM
i was talking to @electronix-arts, right? and ALLL HE WAS SENDING ME WAS JUST KHAN DOORMAN
I TOOK A PICTURE OF MY DOOR, I CLOSED IT AND I SAID "HEY EMILY. WHEN THE DOOR IS DOORMANNING" AHAHAHAAA I FUCKIN LOOKED AT A PRINGLES CAN AND WENT "THAT'S A BIT KHAN CODED"
DOORMAN? MORE LIKE DILFMAN
AAAAAAAAAAAA-
#lennyrambles#murder drones#IM SORRY IM GIGGLING#he and i came up w this together#this whole post is a joke#khan doorman?#nah nah nah#khan dilfman#based on that amogus copypasta if that wasnt obvious
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tearing apart his prefab hamburger as if it was meat and he was a lion and the meat was a freshly killed gazelle and he was the king of the fucking savannah
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sorry guys they finally showed me peak fiction . Its called “phantom of the paradise”
#phantom of the paradise#potp#winslow leach#swan potp#nightmaretheater#these were all done on the same canvas and i spent over 20 hours on it. Its just that good you know#Sorry this movie is making me VICIOUSLY IRREGULAR. its just that good. You have to watch it Now#i hope you dont mind the billion belts i have gifted winslow. she deserves them#lalalalal i love redesigning characters a little teeny weeny bit#Honestly. I want to draw swan more. I hate him so much but hes like really interesting. Im going to put him in situations#I miiight have changed a few details . giggle#…:i just had to give him a cool mark & blonde eyelashes Giggles#anyways i love ur shiny metal teeth winslow *thinks about the metaphorical implications and dehumanization for 10 hours*#So hard to draw her helmet sometimes… But i will willingly struggle . It is Okay!#anyways. Watch this movie now or suffer my curse
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finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants
#xmen#xmen comics#cherik#professor x#magneto#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#erik magnus lehnsherr#the kids are here too but i aint taggin them vaeLKEVJKLJ#snap sketches#posting this now and not obsessing over the details i need to SLEEP#please click/tap and zoom to read anything im sorry theres so much dialogue#i thought i was gonna finish this sooner but i went grocery shopping with my bro today and that took longer than expected !!!!#ALSO CHAT. if youre up to date on My Lore via my tags ... my prof's lettin me submit my assignment ... life's so good...#speaking of life being good i was giggling like stupid while drawing this . i named it 'this is stupid' and i stand by that#this is so unserious im gonna make myself throw up ITS SO CORNY i make myself sick with what i draw <- will continue to do this#only god knows if this is even how that power of his works i just saw an opportunity and ran with it#the trick here is he doesnt even have to use any 'power' he can just do that to charles by default#however im making them be obnoxious about it. i am making them obnoxious over dramatic grandpas because i can#my only crime is loving the utter cheese and corniness of the 60s comics like God. anyways bye !!!!!!!#maybe one day ill finish that other comic i sketched for this weekend but i fear i wont have time to so next weekend me thinks ....#for now i hope you all enjoy this. goofy as hell nonsense jLAKJVEKLVJ
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"but your lore just got really sick"
#disney#art#artist on tumblr#doodle#fanart#my art#digital art#meme reference#meme#brother bear#ber bros#kenai#koda#i was giggling sm while drawing this#kenai looks so cursed im#i cannot draw tears sorry
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biker!simon (ghost) riley x fem reader
!! smut - minors dni; mask kink; D/s; off-screen scene discussion (like power play); dacryphilia; extended foreplay; petnames; mean simon // 2.6k words
biker!simon mlist
it is carnal. desperate. pawing hands finding each other, trying to get rid of the leather.
you fall on the bed with a huff, body bouncing as the mattress ripples, soft sheets tickling your bare skin. you look up, blinking past the haze, watching as simon gazes at you – clothed. helmeted.
there is something that stirs in your stomach at seeing the disparity – you, naked and bare for him; him guarded. shielded. like he is a mere spectator of your body. like you are made to have you served on a silver platter for him to nip at your flesh and to etch his passions on your skin. like all that you are is his to enjoy – a one-sided servitude.
you tremble with need, watching as he fiddles with his belt, metal clanking together when he goes to unbuckle it. you bite your bottom lip in anticipation, following the way his thick fingers pinch his zipper to tug downwards, giving you a glimpse of his black boxers. then, he reaches for his helmet.
“no!” you yelp, scrambling to stop simon from removing the gear. you don’t even register what you did or how the word ripped through your lips until it resonated in the room, your chest heaving when the realization struck.
simon’s head cocks to the side slowly, looking animated with his helmet. it makes you clench your thighs close, putting pressure on your throbbing clit, and you watch with bated breath as simon’s head dips down to follow the length of your legs.
there is something in not seeing his face that has you aching, desire creeping in from the base of your spine to the tips of your fingers. something that simon must have felt too because he unhooks his hand from his chin strap to continue shucking his cargos just low enough that you can see the chub underneath his boxers.
“like what you see?” he asks, his crooning voice muffled by his helmet.
your legs squeeze tighter, your arm unconsciously coming up to cover your tits. you do not answer him, too caught up in watching as he slowly palms himself through his boxers, cupping his hand around his tent like he’s reminding you what he’s packing.
like he’s showing you what he promises he’ll give you.
but your silence makes him snarl, his hand falling to his side before he stalks towards you. his shins bump the edge of the bed, then he bends forward, his big frame towering over your trembling figure. you feel like a prey caught before him, naked and grappling with the desire that chokes you because there is something addicting at being so powerless before him.
simon laughs, something faint and mean, like he knows what got you spiralling. like he understands.
he reaches a hand out and pushes your hair away from your face. “i should’ve known that y’r a slut for this.”
the words are whispered, barely breaching the mouth guard of his helmet, but they pierce through the building static between the two of you and you couldn’t help the whimper that falls from your lips nor the willowy gasp of his name.
simon breathes in sharply before surging towards you, his gloved hands reaching to tug your arms away from your body so he can see you again. you resist with a little pull on your end, your mind buzzing with a building fog, but simon’s hold only gains strength as he tightens his fists around your wrists.
“show me,” he grunts, pulling you towards him.
you glide across the sheets easily, simon’s overwhelming strength stirring your desires even more. shamefully, you feel your cunt dampen, slick gathering at the lips of your pussy just at having been manhandled by your lover. you want to press your face on the inside of your arm and hide how affected you are by simon’s display of dominance, but his hands are already sliding down your sides, hooking by your hips, before stopping just at the meat of your thighs.
you tumble backwards, head falling to the mattress when simon kneels between your legs, slotting himself there like that is his rightful spot; like that is where he has always belonged.
then, he stops. you think you know why.
“oh, sweetheart,” he croons, folding himself towards you just enough to make it easy for him to peer at your glistening heat. “look at you leakin’.”
you tear your eyes away from the ceiling to peer down at him, your cheeks burning at the attention he pours into your cunt, only to freeze, your breath getting stuck in your lungs.
because how could you even forget?
the expanse of your wet cunt is reflected on his visor, the details stark and clear, and you hiccup, ripping your eyes away from the image and thrashing to curl into yourself. shame unfurls in the pit of your stomach, snuffing out the rumbling want that had just overwhelmed you, but simon holds you down to make you stop.
“you have nothin’ to be shy about, kid,” he says, easing his hands away from your wrists to grip your hips. “look at me. i said look at me.”
you sniffle as you gaze back at him, flinching when all you see is your face reflected back. simon pauses at your reaction, his hold on your hips going lax.
“do you want the helmet off?” he asks, genuine concern now lining his voice.
you blink, twining your hands together now that simon isn’t holding them. yes please tickles your lips but you hesitate, battling with yourself because-
because you still want the thrill of this – the brief imbalance of power between the two of you where you are simon’s prey, and all that you are is at his mercy; the temporary display of his darkness, stretching over the horizon as he bears down onto you, diminishing your very being into nothing but his to use for pleasure.
because you ache to feel small.
so you shake your head slowly, steeling yourself as you continue to look at simon’s visor, trying to see past your reflection as though you can catch a glimpse of his eyes if only to show him that you still want this.
but more than your want, more than the hunger you have for simon, you want to show him that you trust him.
and when you feel simon’s hands spasming from where they are gripping your hips, you know he understands.
“okay,” he says, nodding. his bobbing head almost makes you giggle. “but tell me when you want to stop, alright sweetheart? remember your safeword?”
“mhmm,” you hum, writhing on the bed to get closer to him, sighing when your greedy hands finally get to rub along his abdomen. “cake pops.”
he cups your cheek, the leather smooth against your skin. “that’s right. cake pops.”
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“please,” you sob, trembling in desperation as simon continues to tease his fingers along your slit. he has yet to give you a taste of what you want even when his cock weeps, staining the fabric of his boxers. you want to commend him for his self restraint but you know he is doing this to tease you. to drive you to insanity.
simon remains unmoved, pushing down on your stomach when your squirming turns erratic, before scooping out a glob of your slick and rubbing it along your hardened clit to make a mess out of your weeping cunt. you squeal, clawing at the sheets when his fingers pinch your clit, the muted pleasure razing into something that stings.
and yet it is still not enough.
“simon pleasepleaseplease,” you babble, blinking bleary eyes at him and shivering when all you’re met with is the sight of your tear-stained face.
you look like a wreck with your hair sticking to your damp face, your lips swollen from the way you have nibbled on them to bite down your sobs and whimpers whenever simon ripped his fingers out of your cunt every time he felt you tighten up.
“no cumming without my permission, doll,” he crooned, all mean and playful.
then he’d repeat the process – fucking his thick fingers into your pussy, pumping them with a broken tempo so that you’d never get use to the stretch, crooking them just right until your back arches off the bed with a broken scream, only for simon to push you back down again with a faux disappointed sigh.
“stay put or y’r not cumming.”
it isn’t like it mattered anyway if you had followed his commands, not when simon’s too familiar with your body; attuned to the way you react when you’re near your orgasm. and you know this is all a play to him – something that gets him off as he pulls you to the edge of your euphoria only to drag you back down from your high, crooning words lilting and fading into the background as your ringing ears struggle to grasp the sudden loss of your peaking orgasm.
he plants his hand on your belly, rubbing soothing circles as a sob racks your body. “y’ve been so good f’r me,” simon murmurs. his other hand swipes at your cunt again. “gonna reward you now, princess. gonna give you what you need.”
you sigh, a happy contented sound, and simon laughs at your reaction before lifting his hand up to cup your jaw. the action is tender and soft even when his thumb traces along your bitten lips, wiping away at the thin sheen of spit that pooled at the edge of your mouth.
you watch it all through his visor, feeling breathless at the image you make. at the image that simon reduces you to.
simon notices. of course he does.
“pretty, aren’t you, baby?” his head falls closer to you as he says this, purposefully encompassing your full visage so that your teary eyes could see your wrecked self.
you feel faint watching as his thumb finally dips into your mouth, pushing past your plush lips until the pad of it bumps into the front of your teeth. you move to suck at his finger even when he doesn’t ask, cataloguing the way your lips wrap around his thumb or how your cheeks hollow when you begin suckling.
you look erotic. sinful.
simon groans like he is thinking the same thing, his helmet bumping your forehead.
“christ, sweetheart. y’ve ruined me.”
you giggle softly as he nuzzles his helmet on your sweat-stained forehead and squeezes your jaw for the last time before pulling away. he leaves you there on the bed, your eyes blown wide as you watch him tug at his boxers to finally free his pretty, pretty cock.
the moan that leaves your lips is pornographic and carnal, and simon jolts, his hand coming up to fist his cock as the sound ricochets in the room. you see his chest heave and, had your mind not been reduced to a needy mush, you would have realized that he’s gripping his cock to stop himself from cumming just from the sound you made.
“spread y’r legs f’r me, baby,” he growls, his hand still gripping his cock.
and you do as he says: your hands ball on top of your chest as you spread your legs spread apart, the soles of your feet rustling against the sheets. cool air hits your dripping cunt and you mewl, feeling and seeing how exposed you are before simon.
“so pretty,” simon groans as he shuffles close, lining his cock against your cunt. “an’ it’s all mine, yeah?”
you nod, you think. you honestly don’t know. not when your attention is rooted to simon’s visor, watching with stuttering breaths as he moves to rub his cock along your folds. the first touch makes you squeal, the rush of pleasure jolts you into closing your legs. it’s only simon’s hand pressed on the inside of your thigh that stops you from doing so, the pressure he’s putting on your leg gluing your muscle onto the bed.
“fuck, sweetheart,” he croaks, still slicking his cock along your folds, the sounds so filthy as they filter through the air. “so fuckin’ wet f’r me.”
god, this is torturous. you need him so desperately, it hurts.
you break into sobs as you reach out to grasp at his arms, feeling untethered as your sanity slips under the fog, feeling it grow taut like a band that’s about to snap when simon’s cock rubs against your clit. he tilts his head up just enough that you know he’s watching you, his beautiful eyes roving over the devastation on your face.
knowing that he’s looking eggs you on – desperation clawing underneath your skin, needing to be itched. “inside, please! simon, please-!” you hiccup. “i wan’ feel you! i wan’-”
you scream, your words petering into a garbled wail when simon finally sinks his cock in you. your head falls back to the pillows, your eyes rolling back to your skull. but he keeps on sliding, keeps on thrusting in – his cock is so long, it feels endless.
you’re babbling, moans slithering into a noiseless squeal when simon’s pelvis finally bumps the inside of your thighs.
he’s in. you realize with a tremble. all of him, in you.
your ecstasy bloats, peaking, and your toes curl when it explodes, razing through your sanity until all you can feel is a buzz. you go numb, your ears ringing with a growing static and you fall lax on the bed. a marionette with strings cut.
“fuckin’ hell, princess,” simon hisses, almost like a happy purr. a muted thump somewhere beside the bed tickles your ears. “you jus’ squirted.”
what?
he laughs, the sound so giddy as it spills from his lips. lips which, you realize amidst the satiated thrums spreading throughout your body, you can see.
oh, you think with a start. his helmet’s gone.
“si?” you murmur, voice hoarse and rugged.
“i’m here, sweetheart,” simon replies, burying his face on the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. “y’came so good f’r me. so perfect f’r me.” he presses a kiss on your skin as he says this.
time stops becoming a blur for you and it trickles back to you in bits, starting from the buzz underneath your veins and the satisfying weight buried in your cunt.
oh-
“simon, i’m sorry-”
simon kisses your lips and devours your apology, his tongue licking into your mouth, claiming with such ferocity. you moan, feeling the expanding warmth running from your throbbing lips to your fluttering cunt; not yet satiated. needing more.
you gasp when he finally pulls back just enough that his lips hover above yours, ghosting a touch. clingy even when you are wrapped around him.
“y’came like a good girl,” simon murmurs, his breath tickling your spit-smeared lips. “my good girl.”
you let out a happy sigh when simon draws out, the drag of his cock slow and delicious, before he’s pressing it back in, filling you up once again. you feel the wet patch on his pants and his boxers, and your cheeks burn when you catalogue it as your mess.
but god, you want more.
“harder, si,” you mewl, weak hands coming up to tangle in his messy hair. “i want it harder.”
simon braces his arms on either side of your head, his nose rubbing along your damp cheeks until he’s pulling back just enough that you see the way his eyes are blown wide with his lust.
“anythin’ for you, sweetheart.”
he kisses your cheek – the last of his gentleness for the night.
“anythin’.”
#suns.f#biker!simon#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley smut#ghost smut#simon riley smut#suns#giggles and runs away in shame#his bike isnt mentioned at all im sorry 😭
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context is a social construct
#digital art#fanart#dead plate#dead plate game#giggling foolishly rn#im sorry ok??#ok baiiiiiii#dead plate rody#dead plate vincent#rody lamoree#vincent charbonneau#vincerody#i guess??????
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imagine you, a firefighter of over a decade with paramedic training, have a treasured boyfriend who wakes up with blood on his face, and the first person he calls is. some other guy
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most attractive thing a guy can do is laugh
#╰➝ felix's yap session ☆#a little giggle? ive folded already im sorry#gay#mlm#gay thoughts#mlm thoughts#mlm yearning#gay yearning#mlm sfw#t4t yearning#t4t mlm
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an observation
#immortal she return to me.....#okay how the fuck do i tag this shit#joost klein#ski aggu#jonathan davis#fred durst#jd korn#korn#fred durst lb#limp bizkit#god bless my dear friend ola for showing me where the davisdurst kissing gif comes from yesterday#davisdurst#i guess?#its IMPLIED ALRIGHT... they be fuckin#the twinkification of davisdurst#also notice how i replaced fuck with kiss in the first one ITS CUS I WAS EMBARASSE DOKAY#JOOST I LOVE YOU DONT BE MAD#guys do NOT show this to joost i will CRY but if jd saw it id laugh and giggle#oughhh jon....#my nu metal poser era IGNOREEE#meme#im making this up as i go#next stop sex town#okay im gonna take a nap gnight gang and sorry this isnt mcsm related at all oops#fuck my stupid baka life
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Dmmd love interests ranked based on whether or not Koujaku would kill himself if they and Aoba got together
#Dmmd#Dramatical Murder#Koujaku#I should have put him in no and left never thinks about it empty that's much more accurate#im not tagging all of them you find this post or you dont#This was going to be a tiktok but I fucking hate tiktok so I made a shitty tier list#Suicide mention#im sorry this is really dark but I've been giggling to myself for half an hour
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hehehehe finally got these done!! Reboot is so fun to draw; I swear drawing him just bursting into laughter immediately made me feel so much better about literally everything 🥰 He has such a pretty smile, especially when it's genuine. I love him being silly and giggly 🥰 I want him to just be able to laugh and be happy .....buuuut at the same time I also want to put him through so many of The Horrors(TM), so maybe my wants shouldn't be trusted XD
As always, Welcome Home belongs to Clown (partycoffin), and Reboot!Wally/the Reboot AU belongs to @bloodrediscream!💖💖
#augh im just#him giggle#sorry he has. melted my brain XD#ohhhhh my heart QwQ#but fr i just#i wanna make him laugh really hard at really dumb jokes#LUCKY FOR ME I HAVE SEVERAL FUNNY THINGS IVE FOUND THAT FIT HIM AND ROSEMARY#SO GUESS WHATS NEXT ON MY BRAIN LIST OF DRAWING THINGS?? >:D#*cackles manaically*#(....stares at my actor au stuff that i really need to work on 😅)#also i really hope im not bothering BloodRed too much 😅#i know i @ them a lot 👉👈 but its because i draw him a lot!!#you gotta understand! hes a Very Pretty Boi (TM)!!#anon's art#welcome home#anon's doodles#welcome home puppet show#welcome home wally#welcome home au#wally darling#welcome home fanart#welcome home arg#reboot wally#reboot!wally#reboot wally au#welcome home reboot au#reboot welcome home au#reboot wally darling#reboot wally fanart#anon rambles in the tags
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he needs to be humbled give him a second
#hazbin hotel tickle#lee!adam#tickle art#tickle fanart#jettdoodles#i originally wanted this to be mean MEAN but im still trying to figure out how to draw him#was supposed to be a sketch for the sideblog but its ok i got another one in the works#giggling rubbing my hands together#im sorry guys i need him to be destroyed#anyways super rough sketch before i sleep bybey
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I'm not taking this sketch seriously at all but it's making me laugh
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#edward nigma#edward nygma#the riddler#riddler#i both hate and love this fjdjfjdjdjdhfdhdhdhd#my art#sorry the quality is questionable one again but im giggling and wanted to share fjdhdhshs
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alright so i was rewatching 73 yards bc i remembered that qr code that the camera lingered on and wanted to see what that was all abt and tho it didnt lead anywhere i got talking w @spooked-skull-studios and we're now going absolutely bannanas
SO. couldnt find anything on the qr code, BUT that means the real focus of this shot turns into kate's red nails
and of course, being the sane and rational peeople we are, we immediately connected this to the red nails in The Giggle.
ive seen some people saying that the felt kate was acting strangely in this scene and im inclined to agree. whilst im not sure EXACTLY what this implies, this feels like a deliberate connection, reminding us that she very well may have picked up that tooth. again, ive got no concrete ideas on what this implies for the rest of the season, but i thought worth pointing out (to silas, who then told me to make this post lol) and would love to hear where people think this might go
#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#73 yards#kate stewart#kate lethbridge stewart#the master#the toymaker#fifteenth doctor#rtd2 era#the giggle#posts by twigs#i think this is the first time IVE actually made a dw post instead of rbing one?#ruby sunday#forgot ruby tag ruby im so sorry
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