#My fucking head is killing me

[starstrucksleuth]

MY HEADACHE HAS OFFICIALLY LASTED 48 HOURS!!!

i am now so fucking nauseous i can't take it i want to cry, painkillers don't work and i want my body to either stop hurting or start making sense

[moisette]

Okay.

This has happened twice. When the Killer downs me - I immediately spam right mouse button and I escape. I will take that escape since I got Tombstone'd in my first chase of my first match xD

This is the longest match I have had in a while. It is not super duper long but it felt like at least 30 minutes xD I tried to die so maybe Thalita got hatch but we can't have nice things apparently Bu Would you believe I played against another Knight the next match :D I don't like this Killer. I really don't. Playing against him feels like a chore. It feels like no matter what I do - I get fucked xD I would never be mean to anyone that plays him but I heavily considered going next the match after this one. I stayed in it because I love Jesus uX (the Jeff's name was Jesus)

Could you imagine if pallets did spawn like that xD

Enduring + Spirit Fury and Brutal Strength + Fire Up. Nice. I like his build xD I wanted to tell him I was a fan of his build but thought he would likely not see it because he might have been console...

He was monitoring the hook I was on and intercepted Yun-Jin when she came to save me. I fully expected him to go for me but he chose to hook Yun-Jin instead. I don't know why he would ever do that but it was nice of him xD I still died but that was a fun match. I've never really cared about playing Freddy or playing against Freddy - he seemed super fucking boring. It's still probably too early to tell but I've played against several new Freddies and it has not been boring - it's been pretty fun. I think it's because his power is interactive - you can react to it and try to dodge it. Kind of like Pyramid Head's power, I guess. I love playing against Pyramid Heads that try to go for snipes and I can try to dodge. That's just fun to me. Even if my reflexes are sluggish xD;

I also went on a ramble about not knowing what the yellow add-on was. I was like "Ladies, if any of you know how to use a flashlight - I have one where I died. It has...Well, that's a lightbulb and the other one... It looks like that one Silent Hill 2 monster... Was it James' wife? Yeah. I have a flashlight with a bulb and James' wife 8u

[spoopdeedoop]

king and harbinger, old and young

[starsandwriting]

Me listening to magp 8: What a fascinating spin on a Lonely statement that asks what if it was the Place that was lonely, so hungry that it desires to quite literally ea- WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK WHAT WHAT WHAT THE FUCKKK WHATTTTTT FUCKING WHAT WHAT COME AGAIN HUH WHAT FUCKING WH

[ID: Cartoony art of people who look comically shocked, terrified, and overwhelmed, with their eyes bugging out and their mouth open, sweating in shock and trembling. End ID]

[Plain text: Multiple variations of "What the fuck" and "come again" written in caps lock. End PT]

[Thank you to @princess-of-purple-prose and @ryutarotakedown for the id's :] I hope it's ok to merge the two!]

[heartorbit]

catch us if you can! ☆

[spitinsideme]

KILL YOURSELF !!! (endearingly)

(comedy horror au)

[backpackevil]

One last game to end them all

+ lost potential of what could've been

[aria-greenhoodie]

I fucking HATE them.

Click for Quality!

[starry-bi-sky]

(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

[arolegos]

the father who stepped iup ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[teddybeartoji]

toji fucking your throat always ends up in such a big fucking mess; you're crying, you're slobbering all over yourself and him, his pre is mixing with your spit and it's dripping down your chin and your neck and his balls and it's somehow even on your thighs – it's a lot.

but it's all only making him harder.

you gag around him and he rasps out a row of curses, his lust filled eyes fixated on your pretty face. you can't even look back at him, your mind set on trying to breathe through your nose – you feel so fucking full and it's getting so hard to breathe, your head is dizzy and your knees are starting to hurt, but you refuse to stop. the moans and groans that spill from toji's scarred lips are what egg you on, what gives you the strength to keep on going.

with his fingers wrapped around your neck, toji feels himself move inside you and it's driving him fucking insane. he's swimming in a daydream, he's having a rough time believing this is really happening – you're taking him so well, and you feel so good and you look so pretty and fuck, the way your throat keeps clamping down on him as you gag and the filthy fucking sounds that you're letting out. he thinks he really might be in love.

"shit, sweetheart..."

the petname has you humming around his cock, which in return makes him instantly force himself as deep as he can; his heavy, spit covered balls are flush against chin and at this point, all you can do is sink your nails into his thighs for support.

"look at me."

it takes you a second to even register what he said, your all mind fuzzy and gone. but then you do so anyway – glassy eyes and tear stained cheeks, toji reckons you look like a fucking angel.

his knees nearly give out when you shake your head ever-so-lighty, just enough to rub your nose against his pubes, just enough to push him over the edge.

he spills his load deep down your throat with a loud groan and lets his head fall back as you swallow around him. he almost misses the way you tap his thigh, his body overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure rushing through him, but when you do it a little stronger the second time, he's quick to pull you off of him.

you swallow another time, but cum still dribbles from the corners of your lips – there's always so much of it and you're still trying to get used to that. wiping the rest of it with the back of your hand, you crane your neck to look at your lover once more and knot in your stomach tightens just a little at the sight of him; covered in sweat, red in the face, disheveled hair and a stupid lovesick grin – you, too, think he looks like a fucking angel.

with a sniffle, you try to keep yourself from falling over but you're so tired, your body and mind both numb after all of your hard work. but before you can even think about climbing onto the bed with him, his hands are reaching for yours.

he pulls you to him with one swift move and cradles you against his chest, completely ignoring the mess you've made for a moment. he doesn't take his eyes off of you as nuzzle your face into him – he knows you're about to pass the fuck out, you always do, but he thinks it's cute.

toji wipes a thumb over your cheek to rid of the drying tears and then leans in closer to press a kiss to the very same spot. he lets out a breathy laugh when you push at him, murmuring something about 'being dirty'.

as if he fucking cares.

he presses another kiss to your nose and then to your lips. and then he's smearing the remnants of his own cum all over your cheek.

but just as you're about to bite at him from being ridiculous, he's already got a shirt in his hands, ready to clean you up.

he ignores the way you glare at him with a sly little smirk on his face and simply continues to gently wipe your face, your neck, your chest and then your thighs – he takes his time with you, he doesn't rush it at all because he really does feel proud of the mess you've created together and he won't hide it either.

by the time he's all done, you've already dozed off. skin on skin, you've always felt the safest like this; you melt into your lover and with one last kiss to the crown of your head, toji lets you get your rest. he'll stare at you for a few more minutes before joining you in dreamland.

skin on skin, he's always felt the safest like this.

[hintzy]

tragedy of the athlete

1. post by @tamaupogi

2. tags on a post by @coppermouth

3. the wounded achilles, filippo albacini

4. the old catcher considers the failing of his knees, devin kelly

5. temporary job, minnie bruce pratt

6. this post

7. this post

[strongtowerluxuryapartments]

figueroth and sandra lynn faeth; daughter and mother // dimension 20: fantasy high

fantasy high: junior year - a very merry moonar yulenear // lady bird, 2017 // ijeoma umebinyuo - questions for ada // alexuma // wych elm - susan smith // joan tierney - the elektra complex // fantasy high: sophomore year - hellbound // imma_slytherin - fig the unfaithable and the summer sads // nora kasten // honeytuesday // fantasy high: junior year - untapped rage // ethel cain - family tree (intro) // lynn emanuel - single girl. one room flat.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?

[keferon]

How to draw Mirage’s head…..how do you people do it….

Don’t mind me I will sort it out at some point I just need to be dramatic first haha

[deoidesign]

I met the me who made different choices