#Im going straight to hell

[daemon-in-my-head]

Do you ever see a post you're in total agreement with but also you just feel the overwhelming urge to add the horny to an otherwise normal post cuz it's just one of these days?

Or is that just me?

[haystack4854]

So my family just peer pressured me to eat vegemite mixed with tomato sauce. Straight. WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME ITS KINDA GOOD?

[fake-russian-chick]

I fucked up. I’m already on stage 3.

the three stages of teddy bagwell fangirling

[imsuperfuckingqueer]

holy fuck, i want to be fucked in a church. bonus points if its the church we were baptized in

[ck90]

Ever look at a person and just think, "I want to lick them" or is that just me?

Why yes, I have been drinking. How could you tell?

Still would lick him. Buzzed or stone-cold sober.

[paincaat]

ok so i was going to shitpost about how i cant imagine alastor kissing anyone even if he wanted to cause of his permanent ass smile and i was going to include a crack staticradio visual as a joke and i got too carried away help thiswassupposedtobeastupiddoodle

original post idea for reference of what i was actually going for

maybe its just my aroace ass speaking but i've seen a lot of ship art with alastor in it floating around and my brain physically cannot comprehend how this bambi wannabe mf could ever kiss anyone properly while maintaining his smile??? i swear he'd either have to make the stupidest duck lips or the other person would just be kissing his teeth like he is not built for kissing

alastor might hate this but vox is definitely into it though

edit: holy shit 1k notes thank you guys

just to clarify im aware he can close his mouth and probably could kiss if he wanted to. i also think alastor would try to maintain as big of a smile as possible if he does kiss so it would still look goofy haha. i admittedly wrote this with a bit of influence from my own experience of aroaceness - i can't picture myself wanting to kiss anyone even if i wanted to (im aware it's different for everyone) hence why alastor isn't even trying to do it properly in this post

[rosaleendhu]

If you are watching FMA, perhaps do not get too close to large fluffy white dogs?

Sys Watches FMA

WHO IS LETTING THESE UNATTENDED CHILDREN DO FUCKED UP MAGIC

[vcrnons]

user vcrnons' last straw.zip

[glitterfish1272]

Can we start from zero, and be friends again? We never stopped being friends, Kieran

[alexit00000]

hi im alive and i deliver this, i did it really fast so its just a doodle, but how are u doin sidlink natiooonn???

this has nothing to do with the other one but i post it anyways

[puuuders]

Me when me when I when I when me when

Tender — Terzomega Oneshot

2.3k words ~ smut

Tonight, Omega is the one beneath his Papa.

you guys thought my last oneshot was sweet?? i have been STARVING you guys for tender terzomega content. if ur one of my readers desperate for some love with a side of smut, i think you’ll like this one~

and yeah, the desire to write a subby omega came from a certain prominent artist often featured this blog. you know who you are. at least, you probably will when you read this.

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Before him was the ghoul, his hands affixed to the bed frame by a belt, kneeling on the ground, back turned.  He wore no clothes. Vulnerable. Trembling. 

But it was not fear. 

Two lively, vibrating bullets were affixed on either side of his throbbing cock, a teasing, unending bliss that was almost unbearable. He hung his head, though it was not obvious whether he was staring at his situation or shutting his eyes in concentration.

His back bore several sharp stings. Slap. One more. Terzo spun the crop in his hands, then gently ran it down his spine.

“Terzo…”

He tilted his head at the unsteady voice. “Hm?”

Omega paused, as if gathering the strength to speak. “May I cum? Please?”

Terzo smiled. “How sweet. I did not even have to remind you of your manners. But really, ghoul, are you already finished?”

Another sharp slap. Omega rolled his shoulders, hunching slightly. His fists tightened, wrists straining on the rope tied to the ornate bed frame.

“You are a big boy, si? You do not have to listen to me, do you?”

Omega shook his head. “I… will listen to you…”

“Then do not ask.” Slap. “Be patient.”

“Yes, Papa.” Omega shuddered, lifting slightly, tensing. Holding himself back.

“Perhaps I will let you cum if you say how many times I have hit you.”

Omega’s mind was foggy, focused on ugly, unsexy things to keep himself from disobeying Terzo. Polluted waters. Insects. Stenchful waste. There was no room for counting.

“I… I don’t… know…” he responded slowly, helplessly, moaning between his words.

“Disappointing, cucciolotto.”

Terzo touched him with the crop, which made Omega flinch heavily, but no sting came. He released a sigh of relief.

He chuckled. “Settle down. I will count for you.”

He gently glided the leather across his skin, counting each mark, slowly, from his shoulders down to his ass cheeks. Terzo bent down and slapped his ass himself. 

“Mmm…” Omega groaned, folding into himself.

“I believe there are eleven. How many should we do?”

Omega shrugged half-heartedly. He looked over his shoulder, finding the sight of Terzo a welcome one. He was still entirely dressed, though he was sporting an obvious bulge, and he wore a look of confidence and power Omega only saw during nights like these. He regretted looking, for now his concentration on the undesirable had been shattered by the sight of his delicious Papa.

Terzo grabbed his head and spun it forward, slapping his cheek a bit too forcefully. Omega shut his eyes tightly, close, so close, holding himself back with everything in his power. His nails dug into the wood of the bed frame, splitting into the wood.

“Please…” he moaned, almost a whine.

“Use your words.”

“Please… please, Terzo… let me cum…”

“Hm.” 

Omega heard his steps behind him, approaching him. He felt Terzo kneeling down, felt his hands suddenly feeling his torso.

“I will count for you,” Terzo said. Omega could hear the smile. “You do not finish before I reach one, and if you are late, I will not let you cum at all.”

Omega nodded, desperate.

“Ten.”

Terzo’s fingers slowly caressed his stomach, the V in his hips, one hand slipping down to cup his balls.

“Nine.”

Omega went stiff. Terzo played with him. He let out the faintest whimper.

“Eight.”

Anything to get his mind off this. Terzo was killing him, feeling his body in just the ways he liked, massaging him, pushing him to the brink.

“Seven.”

His hands moved upwards. Omega shuddered.

“Six.”

He held onto every number, trying to ignore his hands.

“Five.”

Terzo rubbed circles into his nipples. Omega flinched, falling forward slightly, releasing a pained grunt.

“Four.”

It was too much. He could feel Terzo’s erection on the back of his thigh, and it drove him crazier.

“Three.”

He was afraid he would snap the belt. 

“Two.”

So close. So close. Omega released his stranglehold on his own pleasure slightly, anticipating the end. 

“One.”

Omega panted, moaned, his tongue falling out of his mouth. He gave up control, relenting to the vibrations in his cock, to Terzo’s fingers, to his alluring presence, to the erotic stings on his back, to everything that drove him wild. He jolted violently, the bed creaking painfully as he yanked his body against it. He came on the ground, twitching harshly, emitting a short, tortured yell like he would burst into tears.

He looked over his shoulder. Terzo kissed his cheek. The bullets did not turn off.

“Terzo…?”

Terzo stood, smiling. Omega began to whimper. He hopped on the bed, stomach down, peering over the edge of the mattress, almost eye to eye. He kissed him, then slowly, ever so slow, he undid the belt holding his wrists to the bed. But by the time he was free, Omega could not do anything except fall to the ground, shaking, holding his own dick as it continued to vibrate painfully.

“Terzo—!” Omega gasped, tears pricking his eyes. He curled up, sobbing, overstimulated.

“Yes, carramio?”

“I… Mmm… Turn it off…”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please… Haah… Turn… it… off…”

“As you wish.”

Terzo fished the remote from his pocket, and in an instant Omega was granted relief. He gasped, his muscles slowly relaxing, still feeling ghosts of vibrations all throughout his pelvis. He shut his eyes, panting, gathering himself.

“My Omega ghoul… You did so well,” Terzo mused, squatting over him and pushing back his hair. Omega looked up at him helplessly. His hand rested on his cheek.“I love you.”

Omega inhaled slowly, a smile blooming on his lips. He reached up to grab his hand, kissing his palm. “I love you too.”

“Are you finished for the night?” Terzo asked gently.

Omega shook his head. “I haven’t satisfied my Papa yet.”

He took a deep breath and got to his knees, now eye to eye with Terzo. They leaned in, kissing sweetly.

“Tersoro mio, you are so good for me,” Terzo smirked against his lips, nipping them slightly.

“Anything for you.”

“Anything?” Terzo tutted, drawing to a stand. Omega looked up at him, completely enamored, entirely submissive. He nodded eagerly.

Terzo rolled his neck, then threaded his fingers in Omega’s hair. “There must be some good use for that mouth, hm?”

Omega leaned forward, rubbing his head against Terzo’s bulge. He pressed his mouth against it, licking the fabric.

“Aren’t you excited?” Terzo chuckled. “What is it that you want?”

“You…”

“Which part of me?”

Omega swallowed, looking up again. “I want to taste your dick, Papa.”

“Only because you are so polite, hm?”

Terzo let go of his head, slowly undoing his pants. Omega stared desperately. He moved to reach up, to help him, but Terzo took a step back.

“Be patient, cuccilotto. Hold your hands behind your back.”

Omega complied, turning his head away shamefully. Terzo stepped forward again, unzipping himself mere inches from his face. Agonizingly slow. Terzo reached in the partially open zipper, rubbing himself, bumping Omega’s face slightly. In response, he looked up pathetically.

“Please, Terzo. I want to be the one pleasing you.”

“Ask again,” Terzo glared down at him viciously, smiling.

“Please…” Omega begged. “Let me blow you…”

“What pitiful ghoul this is,” Terzo laughed, roughly grabbing his hair again, yanking it back to force him into looking up. “You beg for me to fuck your mouth.”

Terzo yanked down his pants with the other hand, and finally the prize was dangling before Omega.

“Open.”

Omega did so, his lips parting, tongue poking out greedily. Terzo slapped his cock on it a few times. Omega lifted his tongue, wanting to catch it in his mouth, his head still held back by Terzo’s tight grasp.

Terzo finally let him have it, shoving himself in Omega’s mouth. He hummed, partly in surprise, partly in satisfaction. 

Then, he was struggling to breathe.

Terzo laughed, holding up the remote that controlled the bullets still tied against his dick. He had turned them on, which had made Omega falter, spit dripping from his mouth, moaning at the sensation.

“I will turn them off when you make me cum,” Terzo said mischievously. Omega whined, glancing upward.

Determined, Omega took Terzo in his mouth again, falling into a bobbing rhythm, focused on his mouth and not his own cock, which was now twitching and growing into a measly half on from the stimulation. He felt precum dripping on his thighs, just as he tasted it from Terzo on his tongue.

Omega struggled to continue, his moans vibrating around Terzo. His hands moved to hold his dick, not to remove the bullets, but in a futile attempt to lessen the overwhelming pleasure. It brought no relief. It simply looked pathetic, him whimpering as his throat was pounded by Terzo, gripping his cock like it would cease to bring tears to his eyes. Indeed, he began to cry. 

Terzo moved to grab him by the horns, better able to thrust his hips into his hot mouth. Omega breathed harshly, the air from his nose blowing against Terzo’s body just to hit him in the face again. He struggled to inhale. He gave up breathing. All he could do was focus on his Papa’s cock, not his own, hoping that his efforts would bring relief.

Terzo grunted above him. “Good ghoul…” he huffed, “Good cucci… You feel so good…”

Emboldened by his praise, Omega was determined to keep going. He shut his eyes tightly, thinking of nothing but his love. How he wanted to please his love. How he wanted to swallow his cum. How he wanted to suffer beneath him always, just so he would pick him back up again and tell him that he did a good job.

Though, perhaps those lines of thinking were a mistake. 

Overwhelmed and infatuated, the thought of Terzo’s love in the aftermath had made him cum again, all over himself, still holding tightly to his dick. He tried to scream again, but he could hardly breath in the first place, let alone get the cry through Terzo’s cock destroying his throat.

“Did my pet get too excited?” Terzo moaned, tilting his head down. Omega ventured to peek upwards, his vision blurred by tears. “Too bad… I’m not finished…”

Omega felt like his body was floating, disappearing from him, his cock so numb from the pleasure and vibrations he hardly felt it at all. His body was so tense, but he kept his jaw loose. It would be soon, he knew. Terzo always loved the sight of him cumming too fast.

Terzo suddenly ripped himself from Omega’s mouth. Omega gasped, coughed. Terzo kept stroking himself furiously.

“Open your mouth,” he barked. Omega complied, his chest heaving, staring at his cock, waiting. Terzo jerked quickly. His face was erotic, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. Omega looked at him, crying, yet unable to stop himself from smiling. 

Terzo moaned, and ropes of hot, white cum smacked Omega in the face, making him flinch. The first few spurts managed to reach his tongue and lips, but some stray drops hit him near the eyes. His tears mixed with it, mercifully preventing it from stinging his eyes.

Terzo slowed down, angling his pelvis forward and squeezing the last few drops out on Omega’s tongue. He licked his tip gently, cleaning his Papa, swallowing it down between gasps. The toy was still on. But he would bear it for his love.

Terzo finally held up the remote, turning it off. Omega sighed, relieved, slumping in on himself. 

“Oh, my poor cuccilotto, are you alright?” Terzo squatted down again, once more pushing his hair back to meet his gaze.

“Yeah.” Omega nodded, smiling. 

“Let us take good care of you now, si? Can you still walk?”

Terzo stood and held out his hand. Omega took it, slowly rising, towering over him. He felt unsteady, yet capable. He slung his arm around Terzo as he supported him by the chest, and was led to the bathroom.

Omega sat on the lip of the bathtub. Terzo ran the water and stripped. Omega watched contentedly, always enjoying the sight of Terzo in the nude.

“Let’s remove these silly things.” Terzo knelt in front of him, gently pushing his legs wider. He carefully took off the bullets, revealing two indents in the flesh of his soft cock. Omega rubbed the tender skin lightly.

Terzo chuckled. “Do not worry, those will not stay.”

After rinsing them in the sink, Terzo disappeared out of the room to put them away. By the time he returned, Omega was already sunk in the tub, one arm slung over the side next to his tail, his head leaning back against the tile wall. The water steamed around him.

“The water must be burning hot.” Terzo sat on the lip and dipped his finger in, nodding. He shut the water off, then teased, “Are you a fire ghoul?” 

Omega grinned, grabbing his hand. “It feels nice. Get in.”

“No, thank you. My skin is sensitive.”

Omega snatched him by the waist and pulled him in, water splashing around them and on the floor. Terzo yelped.

“You are spilling! It is hot!” 

Omega laughed, sitting up and burying his head behind his neck, holding him tightly. He did not care. He only cared to feel him, to smell him, to have him in his arms. His Terzo.

Terzo sighed, settling down. “You are mopping that up.”

Omega hummed affirmatively. A soft sound, one that drew on long enough to sound, perhaps, like a purr.

“I love you.” Terzo leaned back, caressing Omega’s strong arms around him with delicate fingers. 

Omega’s heart melted. Now, he really was purring. This was his Papa. Nothing else mattered to him.

“I love you, too.”

[puppyeared]

you are umasou

[cl-0v3r]

Im going to be really upset if MelJay does break up.

But I'm not worried about the breakup itself, but rather how insufferable THOSE people will be about it.

Considering how much this fandom loathes this ship and acts like it's venom, its safe to say they will be celebrating the breakup like there's no Tomorrow ESPECIALLY if Mel was the one to initiate the breakup, Jayce hate will fly through the roof and Mel will be mischarecterized to the power of 60. And not to mention the toxics will be annoying as fuck to MelJay lovers. Like, there's countless posts defending s1 Meljay right? Talking about how its not problematic and all of that, i know these mofos will come back to rub it all over your face if just the slightest bit of distancing happens between them.

I don't like most of the fandom very much, I've had similar experiences to this over on tiktok and I've seen it happen in twitter (of course) and discord and I wish not to see that again.

I don't want to see MelJay break up, or have relationship issues, because they're literally the loves of my life, my babies I swear. but I won't really deny it if it does happen, its the writers choices and there's going to be a proper reason why (its lowk not looking good for both of them so) i will PROBABLY eat everything up either way, and I won't stop shipping them, like, i can probably just stay focused on the s1 version of them or something.

But the people man, the people scare me so much, I'm not ready to fight for my life like I did s1 😭

So like, If I see the slightest bit of attitude, i'm blocking. Dramatic yes, its a fictional ship, yeah, I know, I don't care.

Also; no I will not be defending either of their actions if they had actually done something horrible (neither should anyone), and if they are toxic or become so, i will not glorify or try to excuse anything. I will try to enjoy whatever is given, a wrong stays a wrong even if I (or you) doesn't like it. I cannot change any outcomes.

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of Riz Gukgak from D20 fantasy high from the waist up. He looks like he's holding onto sanity by a thread and is covered in blood as he attempts to sew a finger back onto Biz's hand and says, ha ha, oopsie! End ID]

Damn man being 14 sure is tough... It's all just pimples this, brutally shooting off a classmate's fingers before figuring out he wasn't the mastermind and then immediately regretting it that...

[riverofjazzsims]

Let me go on and set this up cause I came with no damn sense and im still hollerin!!! @cinamun

foreshadowing its finest...

( in my bruno mars voice)...

Smokin' out the window ... Singin', "How could she do this to me?"🎵🎵

Oh, I thought that girl belonged to only me (mhmm) But I was wrong,...🎵🎵

[siriusly-the-best-bi]

Ya know what’s curious to me? In Episode 2 when Crowley asks Aziraphale in the cellar whose side he’s on, Aziraphale responds “God’s, of course!”

Ya know why this is curious?

Well, for one, they’re talking about sides. Heaven and Hell. Their respective bosses. Crowley’s response of going along with Hell as far as he can makes sense, it’s what we expect to hear, but when he turns the question on Aziraphale, he doesn’t exclaim ‘heaven’s obviously!’ He immediately associates himself and his values with God directly.

Second of all, In episode 6, when talking about accepting the Metatron’s job offer as the new supreme archangel with Crowley, Aziraphale says “but heaven! Well, it’s the side of truth, of light, of good.”

For the entirety of Good Omens season 1, Aziraphale had always talked about following God’s ineffable plan, which was a noticeably different turn of phrase than those such as Gabriel used in heaven, always referring to it as the Great Plan. This is even the very thing that lead them to wiggling their way around Armageddon in the first place when confronted by Gabriel and Beelzebub.

Aziraphale has always made the distinction that he is an angel and does good because he believes that God is good and he trusts in their design.

Now I might just be loosing it, it is nearly 3am, but this sudden distinction and the choice of Aziraphale to not only discuss heaven in such a manner, but to refer to it as an entire Side, and use the adjectives he uses to describe heaven when we’ve only ever seen or heard him talk about God this way… it just all plays very intentional to me. It feel’s weird.

Especially once you take into consideration the flashbacks we’re shown of Beelzebub and Gabriel discussing the failed Armageddon in their little pub rendezvous. They never once mention their respect ‘boss’. Gabriel says “we are ready for round two.” And Beelzebub’s response is “as are we.” This we that they’re referring to isn’t God. It’s not Satan. They’re talking about the beings who reside in these respective places. The Angels and the Demons. And the conversation then continues with Gabriel admitting, “everyone in Heaven is all like, ‘Well, you’re the commander-in-chief, can’t you just make the war happen anyway?’ Like, I make the rules.” And whats Beelzebub’s response? “That’s exactly what my lot said.”

The pressure isn’t coming from God anymore. In the past, like seen in the Job episode, when there were divine tasks at hand they were dealt with by the angels for God, and God was directly involved in finding the outcome. There was no going through management or filing paperwork or monitoring miracles. And hey, I get it. As time evolves along with the humans, so does everything else.

My question is, is it possible that with these evolutions in the human world, that Heaven and Hell have perhaps learned a thing or two from humanity as well? Already they’ve mimicked the clothing, the office spaces, the entire design of heaven and hell down to the management hierarchy. Is it possible that these wars and these fights aren’t being started by God anymore, but an act of civil war amongst the Angels and Demons? We already see Michaels urge for power and control paralleled and almost foiled by Shax’s drive for control and power and both were the driving factors between any of the Major problems this season that lead to major conflicts between Heaven and Hell.

That brings us of course, to the Metatron. Who is he and where exactly did he come from? When did his position become necessary and why wasn’t he present as the ‘voice of god’ in the job minisode? Why suddenly are all of God’s plans, only being carried out by him?

Do you want to know why I think Gabriel was being demoted and not sent to Hell as a fallen angel? Because I don’t think they can. I think that’s something only God can do, but what kind of fear and control would that hold over all the busy bee’s? No, no, instead, let’s frame it as a Kindness. Heaven won’t cast you out because it will make them look bad! because it’s happened before, so they have no choice but to play a game of politics to keep everyone in check.

But here’s my question. Has there been a fallen angel since the great war? Why is it that after all this time, Aziraphale hasn’t fallen time and time again? Why is it that instead of an Angel falling from grace to join the armies of hell, the response to an act of rebellion is absolute destruction. The same could be said for hell. If you have demons walking around that are doing good, wouldn’t that simply just re-spark their halo’s? Why is it that they’d be destroyed by Holy Water instead of simply returning to Heaven?

It’s because God plays an ineffable game of their own design. They’re not playing with earth, or humanity. They’re toying with the Angels and the Demons. It’s why they’re placing bets with Satan.

When Crowley’s attempting to convince Aziraphale to run away for the last time, he doesn’t say Fuck God and Fuck whatever game this is, we don’t need to be a part of it. He says Heaven and Hell are toxic we need to get away from them.

It’s just so curious to me how this season has carefully and slowly taken us away from the idea of God and God’s Ineffable Plan and instead led us into this drama between Heaven and Hell, no mention of God whatsoever. No narrator.