#SCREAM AT ME FUCKERS

[ninaninato]

IM SURE WE CAN FIND A WAY TO GET FREAKY FR AM PLEASE😭

[negasonik-teenage-warhead]

little rats

[egophiliac]

swipes everything else off of the table to yell about diasomnia flower bookmarks

(I gave Silver one too :D)

[somethinginthemyste]

I just saw some idiot on TikTok say "Markiplier hasn't uploaded anything in 3 weeks. Long time viewers will know this isn't normal." BITCH THIS MAN JUST CAME BACK FROM NOT UPLOADING FOR A MONTH THE FUCK YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T NORMAL. This Man Who Owned Five Ovens habitually erases himself from all of existence for weeks at a time. This Short Ass Motherfucker could be in fucking Korea getting blood drained from his eyes and won't be back for 2 more weeks. This Squirrel King is the same asshole who promised us four times to upload something every day and broke that promise the very next week.

The fuck you mean "long time viewers" BITCH LONG TIME VIEWERS KNOW HOW NORMAL THIS IS. Long time viewers know him uploading every day ISN'T NORMAL. If we get a couple month of content it's awesome! But those are so few and so far in between. Do you really think this isn't normal for the man who legit had people impersonating him on his own channel because he took a hiatus for like half a year. That lucky flannel having motherfucker disappears constantly, then reappears with some unbelievably AMAZING FUCKING QUALITY CONTENT LIKE WHO FRAMED MARKIPLIER OR A DATE WITH MARKIPLIER OR FUCKING IN SPACE WITH MARKIPLIER.

THE MAN IS MAKING A FUCKING MOVIE AND HAS DISAPPEARED FIVE TIMES ALREADY BECAUSE OF IT WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T NORMAL.

[swagliostro]

Me kissing evil supercomputers because I want them and I know I have the power to fix them tbh

[whorrorfix]

and what if i was his personal fleshlight. what then

[robotcannibalism]

Big monster eating your cunt while its cock drips and it humps the air. Your whining and every attempt to move away or push them off is met with growling and a calloused and clawed thumb on your clit. When you finally cum it gives you no time to recover, thrusting into your cunt as your clenching and overstimulated, fucking you through your tears and incoherent noises

[puppyeared]

If you know what this is about I’m so sorry

[vhoorlpool]

based off @slightly-knot-insane’s sexy af werewolf drabble… (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ muahaha!!

(nsfw under the cut— monster referred to as him because I love being a slut on this website /j)

trepidation, repugnance, utter disgust— your monster mate is only used to being seen as something to be feared and abhorred in the eyes of humans.

claws rip and tear into your captor, leaving a spray of blood and gore in replacement; a raw, sickening pink to red clumped in fleshy piles at his feet. you’ve taken his heart. rearranged the broken pieces left within and gifted him with something easier to understand. where he sees nothing but mistakes and regret stained under his sharpened nails and in the lines of calloused palms, you see refuge— a safehaven in the form of a hideous beast.

you were supposed to be with him today. he was supposed to be helping you inside and tucking you away into his home with your bags in tow, nesting with him in preparation for this season’s rut. instead, his heat is in full force; and you’re broken and bruised before him just because some fool thought they’d like to take you for themselves.

“damn it—! you alright, sweetheart?”

dirtied hands hurriedly cup your clammy cheeks as he looks you over, gaze worried and voice saccharine as he pulls you close. “look at what they did to my girl,” he castigates to himself, clicking his tongue in distaste as he swipes his thumb; gentle in the way he rids your face of mud; though smearing blood on the apples of your cheeks in accidental exchange. “out here thinkin’ they could take you away from me. look at where that got ‘em.”

he’s hard. achingly so, being so close and smelling your flowery scent that’s like solace turned aphrodisiac to his weary body and tired mind. his cock chubs; twitching in his pants as he breathes you in. “do you hurt anywhere? did they do anything to you?” and when you shake your head, it’s like he can finally rid himself the weight of a thousand worries off his back. with a low groan, he molds himself against you; big hands sliding down your back and settling on your waist instead. “smell so fuckin’ good, baby. god, you worried me to death out here.”

seeing you laugh as he gives the globes of your ass a soft, teasing squeeze has him chuckling along; the sound raspy and growly as he licks a wet stripe up the column of your throat. he’ll never be used to this— the devotion in your eyes and the warmth in your heart that’s all for him. he’s used to being the one who heels, the one who is shunned and scorned; and yet you’re knelt against him with your arms wrapped around his neck like he’s the next greatest, oversized plush you’ve got your hands on. saying he loves that is beyond an understatement.

“mm… ‘s it okay if I take these off?” he murmurs lowly in your ear, palming at your shorts with a look that’s nothing short of heated. “can’t help it, baby. when you look at me like that… fuck, makes me want you so bad—“ he’s hungry, but tender in the way he helps you shuck them off before helping you into his lap; letting you curl up against his chest. rough palms find the fat of your thighs as he spreads them slowly; making you straddle him before he’s playing with the wet heat between your legs like it’s a stress reliever. (but let’s be honest… it absolutely is.)

“so pretty,” he coos, using the pads of his fingers to rub slow, soothing circles into your ever swelling clit; his foe’s blood and your slick making a delicious, wet friction between your nub and his digits. he grins like the devil when he feels your back arch like a woman possessed. “atta girl. I’m gonna add more, yeah? keep your legs spread for me, princess.”

gentle. he’s gentle in the way he spreads you open with one finger before it melds into two, thrusting sloppily into your fat cunt as he uses his free hand to rub at your clit again. feeling you squirm makes him laugh; delivering a benign slap to your pussy that makes you let out a delicious little squeal. “will your noises be just as cute once I mount this pussy? tell me, pretty girl, do you want that?”

tired of his teasing, your answer is given when you turn in his lap to push him down onto his back; his hands coming to grip your hips on instinct. seeing you on top has never made him teeter on the edge of creaming in his boxers so quick— he almost has half a mind to feel embarrassed before you’re pulling them down and lining himself up with your entrance. as soon as you’re sinking down on his cock, his poor little brain is turned to mush.

so much for that.

“fff-fuckkkk….” the haze in his mind swirls like leaves in the wind as he thrusts up into you; helping you bounce on his fattening cock; wandering hands groping at your tits before he’s gripping your hips and speeding up his movements with a gutteral growl. “gotta breed you. gotta fuckin’ breed you so bad— please, baby, please. please, please, please—“ he feels like he’s losing his mind. as soon as you give him the okay, he’s rutting up into you like a man starved and you’re the closest thing to a full course meal he can find. “gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore. you want that? yeahhh, you do. want me to knock you up until you’re swelling with my brood. god, you’d look so—“

with a hoarse whine, he can’t keep himself from panting before he’s painting your insides with a thick, creamy white; letting you milk him dry before your tight pussy leaves him dead to the world. huffing, his chest heaves with every ragged breath as he absentmindedly rubs your hips; nuzzling his face into your chest as he peppers sweet kisses across your sweaty flesh.

“…that’ll teach anybody from tryin’ to steal you away again. so… how about a round two, hm?”

[hooked-on-elvis]

July 1970. Elvis Presley during rehearsals at MGM's Studios in Culver City, CA. "Elvis: That's The Way It Is"

[heynhay]

you know i got halfway through this before realizing i probably subconsciously ripped the concept from an old tumblr post sorry

[queenerdloser]

i just finished dark heir

[griancraft]

Hi guys, this is sort of my official "please, for the love of god, listen to Skyjacks with me” post because I’m losing my mind and all the content I can find is from the latest stuff right now, and I don’t want to spoil myself. I want to be able to talk about this with people!!!! I will make a watch (listen) party discord if there is enough interest. Just give it a chance; you won’t regret it. Also, some information may be wrong or outdated. I’m on episode 11 out of over 200.

Skyjacks is a ttrpg podcast about sky pirates in a world where there was a catastrophe about 200 years ago that left the sea unsafe to sail and maybe even damaged the entire world to the point where civilization is scattered and in small groups. There is very casual queer rep, and it’s casual to the point where it really just fits into the world perfectly.

A brief summary of the premise of the first episode will hopefully get you hooked. I’m really bad at summaries, but I promise it’s a billion times better than how I talked about it here:

Captain Orimar Vale is dead, and a mutiny will be on Gable, Jonnit, Travis, and Dref’s hands if they are unable to keep up the ruse of him being alive. To do this, necromancy (deeply forbidden magic) is performed by the Dref, the ship's doctor, to turn him into a semi-functional zombie. Captain Orimar is famous for his abilities as a captain; to replicate this will take great skill.

As they run out of supplies, they make a desperate decision: port on the land of one of Orimar’s scorned lovers or deal with the growing uneasiness of the rest of the crew. They haven’t seen their captain healthy in months, and whispers about his health are starting. However, greater danger will await them when they take to the skies again, lurking just beyond the clouds…

And more propaganda as to why I think you guys will like it:

There are unique and interesting gameplay mechanics they use to tell a really cool story, and if you like Hermitcraft or any other sorta storytelling-based SMP, I promise you’ll like it. Like. If you liked Boatem from Hermitcraft 8, you’ll love the characters in Skyjacks. The players are exceptionally good at playing their characters, their humour is unmatched by anything similar I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, and the story is prioritized, which I think is an amazing choice.

Best part? It’s still ongoing after, like, 5 years. Some people have left, but a good chunk of the OG cast has stayed. Not that leaving is bad, because holy crap, 5 years is a long time, and stories have to end at some point! It’s a good way of getting into something and knowing there is still a shit ton of content to be explored.

The music is good. The story is good. The characters and humour are amazing. The lore of the world is sprinkled throughout, and as you learn more about the world, the more excited you get. It’s incredible so far, and if you decide to listen to it, I will actually love you forever and ever. My boyfriend is on episode 190, and he finds it so funny every time I go. Oh my god, this is so cool.

Link to the podcast, but in a playlist (up to 180). So it’s in order and easy to find, since it’s a part of something else from the oneshot network:

[clara-licht]

I spent the last few nights reading multiple bakudeku fics and this page just

it made me wailed as I clutched my phone to my chest

seriously. I actually did that.

[ask-am]

only good am blog. thank you

CAN YOU GIVE ME ADVICE ON HOW TO BE WORSE?

[sansxreaderbraindump]

Player to Kris: "I miss my husband Kris, i miss him a lot :("