#SCREAMING IRL RN

[hellshire-harlot]

Jacob, emerging from a burning building covered in blood and soot: Something very bisexual just happened to me Evie

[gossamer-green]

WHAT WAS THAT WHY DID HE JUST BURST INTO FLAMES !?!

“if i fail, i’d like to draw a card” BIZLYYYYYYY

[captainfern]

hellos!! i’ve been missing ghost :( maybe this boring but i just need some nice soft smut w him! maybe sprinkle in a breeding kink if you feel so inclined.. love you fern ❤️

requesting a breeding kink ?? ily more !!

18+, fem!reader, hashtag balls deep and breeding babyyyyy (sorry)

the weight of simon on top of you was always something you loved. to feel the sheer mass of him press down against you, to have the soft ridges of his belly and chest against your own, was something you cherished.

and when he was balls-deep inside the tight heat of your cunt? even better.

he had your legs spread wide, revealing the sopping core of your cunt to him in the darkness of your bedroom. you didn’t know what time it was, nor did you care— you woke up in the middle of the night, horny as fuck, and needed your husband’s cock. right then and there.

and he was more than happy to do so.

he had sunk into you with a guttural groan, your pussy already slick with arousal. you let him in so easily, the way your gummy walls stretched to take his thick cock. he never got over the feeling. never will get over the feeling of your sopping cunt opening up for him and clutching him tight.

he buried his face into the crook of your neck when he bottomed out, grinding his hips against yours. he groaned into the soft skin of your throat at the feeling of you clenching around him. he could feel the softness of your belly and tits beneath him, his large arms caging you under him. heaven on earth.

“s’that feel good?” he asked you, nosing at the pulse below your earlobe. simon canted his hips forward, starting a pace of thrusts, the head of his cock finding that perfect spot within you in seconds. “s’that good, baby?”

“yeah,” you whined, nodding as his big body shunted you up the bed, but the weight of his body atop yours kept you anchored. he was reaching so deep inside you with this angle.

your hands rubbed up and down the wide expanse of his back, grappling at the soft muscle there. your legs kicked up and locked around his thighs, holding him impossibly closer to you as he pushed his cock in and out of you. each thrust of his cock drew wet sounds from your cunt, causing heat to ripple through your body and pleasure to settle deep in the pit of your stomach.

“simonnn,” you dragged out through a moan. the pleasure in your tummy was building, sweat accumulating between your pinned bodies.

simon grunted and groaned into your neck, lips attached to the soft skin there. he sucked and nipped between sounds of pleasure, focused on the rock of his hips against yours and the deep plunge of his cock near the plug of your cervix. his soft belly pressed to yours, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to all the possibilities. the possibilities of filling you up— getting you pregnant.

the thought made simon moan, loud and dramatic. the sound had your pussy clenching hard around his cock, arousal dribbling from where it was split open over his cock. the pleasure in your stomach twisted tighter, tingles beginning to set in the base of your spine.

“i love you so much,” simon suddenly said, picking his head from out of your neck. he looked down at you with a soft gaze. but there was infatuation in those dilated pupils. “‘m gonna get you pregnant, baby.”

you moaned, back arching off the bed, sweat gathering across your skin. you were burning up as he pushed you closer to release.

“yeah, you like that?” simon lilted, smiling down at you as his thrusts rocked the bed— and you. “‘m so deep, aren’t I? so deep in this pretty tummy. just wanna fill it up.” he added, slipping a hand between the two of you to pet your belly, but only for a few seconds.

“how’s that sound? you want me to come inside you? you want me to get you pregnant?” simon continued as your body slowly began to shudder, pleasure bubbling inside you, static bursting in your nerve endings. simon leaned down and kissed you. “yeah, i know, baby. i’ll come inside you and stuff your pretty tummy full.”

“simon, fuck, m’gonna come—” you mewled, clutching on to him in the fear that your orgasm would make you lose your hold on him.

simon kissed you again. “you can come for me, baby. then ‘m gonna come deep inside this pussy and make you a mama.”

you came with an explosion of stars behind your eyelids. your body jolted and shuddered beneath his, orgasm wracking through you. your cunt pulled tight around the thick of simon’s cock, gushing with each twitch of your legs. you moaned and whined, whimpering his name as he fucked you through the entire thing.

“make you a mama…” simon repeated in some kind of delirious whisper, before he was grasping and moaning out your name, desperately and with a rasp to the syllables. he stuffed himself to the root inside you and came up against the base of your cervix, moaning the entire time.

you felt the warmth fill you, your body hot and sweaty. as his cock emptied inside of you, twitching with the last of it, simon kissed you gently, smoothing his lips against yours.

“i meant it, you know,” he said quietly, cock slowly starting to soften inside you.

“what?” you smiled. “that you’ll get me pregnant?”

simon chuckled and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “no, not that. i mean, that’s true, but that’s not what i meant.”

“no?”

“no,” he said, kissing you again. “i meant it when i said i love you.”

you smiled against his lips. “i know. i love you too.”

[jen-with-a-pen]

I just wanna go home and rot on my couch and write fanfic about fucking that old man and read fic about fucking that old man and just rinse and repeat for a whole week

[timey-acey222]

haha. gareth david lloyd shook my hand. he knows my name. im not over this btw i will not shut up about it ever

[reestallized]

The guy in the dream woke me up

ok so first of all i had a dream about tumblr user @/doodlejoltik making a post about a new story event where Rei was present and was analyzing a line of dialogue he said there. also in the cutscene he was in he was accompanied by someone (likely Cyrus) and Palkia, alongside Florian. Tik mentioned that whatever Rei said sounded kinda lesbian and when i was looking at the screenshot of that line i noticed Florian and i screamed so loudly it woke me up. dream me woke the real me up by screaming.

[tothepointofinsanity]

Tearful Sayaka.

Some ramblings:

The doll was much bigger than I had anticipated. Well, more for my money's worth I suppose. I also didn't notice she had tears in her eyes when I made the purchase. Tragic.

Funny free gift that is the Madoka magnet.

Some thoughts/analysis of Sayaka below:

I really like Sayaka a lot (because that definitely wasn't obvious before already judging by what I draw) - she is not only love-themed (mermaid), but also angel and ocean themed. Aside from the metaphor that she embodies depression, Sayaka is like water itself. Volatile and moody... etcetera etcetera. Sayaka became a mermaid to survive the crushing waves of grief she felt, but by the time she realised she wanted normalcy and acceptance again, she had already traded her feet for tails.

Mirrors play a huge role in Sayaka's character without it being outright noticeable. In the show, she sees herself as a corpse, and believes that she is a magical girl that rouses only pity and disgust. Oktavia, her witch, lines the mirrors of her hall with memories of her former life, deemed so unbearable that she hides them behind closed doors (commence the sequence where Kyoko and Madoka enter the orchestra, where the doors open to them because they are both a part of this bygone memory). The mirrors are also reminiscent of the one from Snow White - the queen constantly summoning imagery of the princess, who was the object of her jealousy. While it can be interpreted that the "princess" is Hitomi, I think it is more appropriate that, in this case, the princess is the "old self" Sayaka once was; the peaceful life she had, once regarded without second thought, had became unobtainable, for never again would she be as fair (human) and desired.

The witch herself is an undulating armour of a knight, her face not freely gazed upon by anyone so simply. Sayaka also often shields her face out of habit in Rebellion, where it seems that she's crying into her hands during her own transformation, and deliberately hiding her face when singing the Cake Song. As opposed to just deducing this as Sayaka thinking she is ugly, she believes she is monstrous. Her self-loathing is intensified by the fact that her powers and motif revolve around water aside from music alone. Sayaka succumbing to her despair meant that she stopped trying to swim in an ocean, where she's surrounded by an infinite and spanning abyss reflecting her failed ideals. I think...much like Homura, Sayaka, once transformed, is sealed in a hell where the warden are themselves.

(If you made it this far, have a bonus picture. Here's Imposter Miku and a comically large Sayaka figurine lingering in the background.)

[grocerystoreanxiety]

when you can feel yourself starting to distance urself from the one (1) friend you still have left

(nooooo stop why do i do this)

[fantomette22]

SAINT TRINA!!!

THIOLLIER!!!

Ahhhhhhh

(Not gonna share dialogues but just pretty screenshot for now but wow i’m legit sad rn my heart 💔 ;-;)

[bi-disastersoup]

Shifters - Part 2

I realize it has been almost a whole year since I posted part 1. I did some experimenting to see if I could get it all into one post this time instead of having to do two separate posts. Hopefully the formatting goes through okay...

Also, this probably goes without saying, but this was all done pre-DT.

Part 1

God I hope that posted in the right order lol

Anyway, I'm trying to work on crossposting stuff again. Wish me luck.

(Part 3)

[makkie-is-screaming]

having a mutual you want to be friends with but knowing your the driest texter ever

[a-wondering-thought]

Do you ever just read a post about something in life, maybe about a small beauty or kind strangers or someone expressing their feelings about their love for life or a million others and just think like "woah, you captured the beauty of that thing perfectly, you put this enchanted feeling i get when thinking about this into words" yeah.. because i'll love those posts forever

[pearl-flower]

IF SOMEONE IS CAPABLE OF HURTING AN ANGEL LIKE ME THEY SHOULD BE PUT INTO AN ASYLUM OR SOMETHING CUZ THEY AREN'T SAFE FOR MANKIND CUZ LIKE IMAGINE HURTING AN ANGEL LIKE ME WHO WRITES YOU LETTERS AND BAKE YOU A CAKE AND FEED UR ASS AND TAKE CARE OF YOU IMAGINE HOW CRUEL A PERSON HAD TO BE TO HURT SOMEONE LIKE ME!!

[pealeii]

I STARTED MY DUOLINGO WITHOUT REALIZING I STILL HAD MY ASSASSINS PLAYLIST ON SO I TURNED UP MY VOLUME AND MY PHONE SCREAMED “I AM A TERRIFYING AND IMPOSING FIGURE” AT ME

[hardrockshrimp]

Found a copy of Head On (Samson) from 1980 and look at this picture of Bruce from the insert :3

[psi-chic]

saiki would be SO scared of fnaf