#SOMEOBODY HELP ME

[ox1-lovesick]

HOLY FUCKING FUCK

[kanene-yaaay]

Hi hi !! ❤🧡💖 for the ask game? :D

From This Ask Game

❤ what is your favourite tickle trope

Oh gosh, there are just so much to choose from! Currently I am all over the place thinking about a ler using tickles to make the lee say something nice about themselves. Or tickles as a reward. It's just so good, cute, and playful <3 <3 I AM WEAK

🧡What is your favorite tickle spot

Okay, okay, I am going to be honest here so put the rocks away. My fav tickle spot of all the times is feet BUT lately I have been just.... thinking about back tickles, bruh. It's just. So perfect. For both soft and rougher tickles it's just aaaaaaaa

Also it gives u the opportunity to hide ur face when you're being tickled and to draw and tease the bean in a lot of ways when you're tickling. Fabulous. Win/Win.

💖How did you know you liked tickling

So, here's the thing: I kind of always knew that I liked tickling a bit more than the others around me, like, all my fav movies DID have at least one tickle scene that I couldn't stop rewinding so dfghjukiijhgfdfghjk B U T ! I only realized that I really REALLY liked tickling when I found a tickle fic here on tumblr, read it and had the entire realization of: "..... damn, I like this topic so much that I would literally read AN ENTIRE STORY *just* about it"

That was the moment that I had this mind blow (Around 2017) and now I am trapped here someobody hELP ME- (/j)

[cerealkiller4ever]

PRIDE MONTH IS COMING!

Hello fellow people, it is my time to say that pride month is almost here. I would love to say, I CAINT WAIT. There going to be parades and sadly I have to miss them beacuse I’m busy that day 😭😭😭😭

So please, spread the cheer and it’s going to be there month. And if anyone’s says anything homophobic, tell them you can’t cus pride months coming and when it’s pride month tell them they can’t. 😘

See y’all later, and please, someobody help me with what I need to write, cod and kotlc

[gothamite-shenanigans]

HELP ME HARLEY JUST YELLED BACK, "SPEAK YOUR TRUTH!!!" AND SOMEOBODY ELSE YELLED, "NO!" LIKE WOULD YOU LIKE TO FIGHT ME MY FRIEND

*takes deep breath* THE GRINCH DESERVED TO BE A HATER UNTIL THE VERY END

[thank-your-lucky-stars]

being insanely bored at work means I’m just sorting my tumblr queue and schedule stuff and I’m like wedding week and beyond and it’s like omg??? what will life be like post 21st feb?? post 23rd feb??? where will we be at in this crazy world??? will robron be okay??? will they be married???? will aaron be in jail???? will they be okay?? will WE be okay????

I feel like I’m creating a queue for a life that doesn’t exist yet, a whole new world where robron will be in a different stage, a different place, having started a different chapter........

it’s just so sSCARY and exciting and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed about it tbh

[yappaccino]

so uhhhhh I drew too much stuff of specially fall morty so I’m dumping it all here. congrats to fall morty for being allowed to (kinda) come back. finally someobody let him out of his cage!!

this probably the longest post I’ll ever make here enjoy lmao

the moon has it’s dark side....

I came up with yet another au (cue people booing). Gist is that fall morty is morty’s evil alter ego yaddayadda he takes ho-oh from silver and ho-oh becomes shadow ho-oh yaddayadda morty does evil things.

moving on to eusine’s role in this au...I honestly couldn’t decide what it should be. I don’t think eusine would ever chose anyone or anything over morty (this is not up for debate) but eusine won’t help morty destroy anything or reset the goddamn world either. I just pull a “porque no los dos” and just make eusine an unwilling accomplice.

aka this is the sacredshipping section 

so uh fun fact about me. I listen to music while I draw and when I hear a lyric/verse I really like I just write it on the canvas, doesn’t matter if it’s related to the art or not. I actually forgot to erase the lyrics in this case since I mostly sketch on one layer lmfao. song in reference was Siouxsie and the Banshees’s “Night Shift” and I actually wrote the misheard lyrics but that’s unimportant lol. 

(just do me a favor and pretend eusine’s hair is down in the above pic I forgot that morty untied his hair at this point lol) 

“I’m not evil” proceeds to burn everything. but its ok he’s the just cleansing the world of heathens who refused to believe in mystical power. this is fine.

OH YEAH I headcanon that eusine wears a clear bell as a ponytail holder and that morty wears a ho-oh feather on his choker. I don’t think I ever mentioned that here? lmao.

ok who cares about some dumb au plot. let’s move on to 🔞la desnudez🔞

this is purely artistic nudity. there’s no nuts so don’t go nuts.

I feel making eusine an angel and morty a demon is pretty self-explanatory. believe it or not there’s even more fricking art for this au but its way too high effort for me to post here. if you know where else I post art you’ll see it soonish.  

ok let’s end this post with a haha funny image since it’s too long :)

ok that’s enough cringe I’m logging out bye!!!!!!!!

[dbizzy1989]

I have a theory about Buck and Eddie. It’s been floated around already but I hope that the two of them were quarantining together and the “powers that be” don’t want to spoil anything in the promos. Wouldn’t it be nice to find out that the two of them had been living together this entire time☺️☺️☺️☺️

I’m just not sure how Christopher fits into the mix but maybe someobody can help me out with that!

[arsnovacadenza]

I really enjoy shipping Jeanpoleon while tightly brOTP-ing Jean with Mozart, who’s paired with MC (Mozart x MC being my favorite SuitorxMC pairing at the moment).

So if someobody dares to fuck up Mozart and MC’s relationship, Jean and Napoleon will step up together and threaten the unwanted party with 100+ intimidation factor. Nobody will even try to THINK about coming between Mozart and his bae.

I can’t tell if I’m being defensive about my pairings or just have too many complex feelings about the character dynamics in Ikevam. But all in all I’m perfectly content with what I ship and how I interact with fans of different ships.

Holding on to this raft is kinda lonely at times, but that’s okay. Snickering together with other Ikevam BL shippers, reading reader-insert fics that catch my attention, and just having a darn good time with other people isn’t that hard to me. Supportive mails from anons also help me quite a lot.

[mysteryofcharmie]

I don't know what to do, this is too much, I'm freaking out right now! So much Armie stuff! Please help me, I think I'm losing my mind right now. So much Armie, so much Charmie!

THE FUCKING BASTARD IS TEASING! HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS THAT'S ARMIE KINK. AND ARMIE WAS THERE THAT NIGHT. WITH HIM. HE SAW THAT. SOMEOBODY PLEASE SEDATE ME.

*Agata has left this dimension*

[bcdtouch-a]

@redestrc​ plotted starter :’)

               Everything bad that could have happened to someone happened.  The smell of destruction and decay --- blood; it filled the air with a thick copper scent amidst the earthy aroma that it so easily choked out.  There were no sirens, no heroes, no one.  No one was left.  Just him, and the chaos he caused.  This was his fault... 

                 Vibrant and shaky red eyes stare out, vision blurring in and out of focus as they tried to take in his surroundings.  The events that had just occurred only minutes ago.  The poor boy shook like a leaf despite how still everything was now.  

                 “...Mom.” pitiful cry is croaked out between bleeding lips.  It almost hurt to talk with the gash that ran vertically across his mouth.  Everything hurt.  Emotionally, physically...  He just wanted to bleed.

                                               Why---?

                                                           “....Mom...!” he cries again, a small hand reaches out to where his mother was only a short while ago, now only a pile of bloody remains.  Her embrace that never fully reached him --- something he desperately wanted now.  He wanted her warmth, her love, to hear her say again that everything was going to be okay. 

                  Instead, he falls over on his side.  Cheek pressed against the cold blood-stained ground and hands laying awkwardly infront of him.  Afraid to touch even himself, thinking maybe if he did, he’d meet the same gruesome fate as his family.  He felt sick, his stomach twisted violently, causing him to lurch forward and empty what little he had in his stomach. 

                                         “...S... someobody help me..  Please...” his sobs are choked, strained.  He’d finding it hard to breathe. 

                                        He can’t breathe.

[crxzydixmxnd]

i have cried at this video and blasted it in school someobody help me

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

God that anon who asked about how would Claude react if their s/o was a serial killer and how you reacted so nicely?? And even if it were against the rules you?? Were so kind ilysm damn 💖💜💙💘💖💖. Glad the requests are open don't flood yourself :(. Write this whenever you can or you don't even have to! I just like this idea lol, maybe Sebastian having a crush on someone who works for the mafia? They even have one of those love/hate relationships?? Headcanons sound nice :)

That was all true, though! Thank you anyways, I’m doing my best in being nice and it’s good to know someobody notices that, also 😊You message was really cute, it honestly made me smile, I hope you enjoy those 💕 

Sebastian:

He will be absolutely thrilled! It will deeply fascinate him, knowing that you won’t be afraid to work on such a dangerous field, clearly being self-aware of your own strength and abilities. This is no business for people with weak will, after all, and it will only make him long for you, wishing that he could get to know you better and learn more about your personality.

If you will neglect his affections, you will only activate his predatory mood, the one which will be responsible for him starting the chase. He won’t be able to simply let go of you since you will be so interesting in his eyes and it would be a huge shame to never get closer to such a fascinating human.

Eventually, he will become part of the mafia group you will be in, like, one way or another he will just do it. There is nothing that could stop him, just like he will soon become your partner in crime somehow. Feel free to curse and push him away, it will only make him long for you more, like an annoying demon he is.

He will be your company wherever you go but only for the business related things. Sebastian may be quite nosy sometimes but he will still have manners and will remember about the need for some intimacy, that is why you won’t have the reason to call him your stalker but more of a really annoying co-worker.

The way you will be doing your job will both amuse and fascinate him, partly because he will know many things ahead of you, partly because he will enjoy watching you struggle. Still, your morality will be a complex thing for him, the one which he would like to learn about and understand what made you be in this place and time. What happened to you in the past that you have decided to choose such an unflattering career.

Surprisingly, he will be quite helpful from time to time, especially since he won’t let anyone hurt you but will always wait for saving you until the last second, just in case you had everything under control. He won’t try being your knight in shining armour, much more preferring observing you take the lead and save your own ass, unlike any damsel in distress. In the end, you may or may not find his company somehow pleasing and him fun to be around, despite his personality and comments.

He will totally make you save his life at least once, just to see how you will react and if you will even do it.

[yikeshit2021]

Woah I miss venting here. This is a lot safer than facebook or twitter since I nobody really knows the existence of this acc and nobody really knows who I am in here. SO ANYWAYS

That’s it. I’m really just upset and feel so unsafe with everything. I don’t feel safe in this house (emotionally safe and mentally safe) I don’t feel good, I feel so uneasy and probably always at the brink.

My Mom is constantly pressuring me to do more, oh and I actually have work already and that’s where I’ve been getting all my money.

Yet somehow, because I have work. My Mom expects me to provide for my own needs and it feels like I’m being rushed to become and adult??? Idk it just feels so wrong.

Like? I have missed my childhood (according to my memory) and now I’m missing my teenage years for some bullshit depression and disorder and now you want me to hurry up and maybe sooner pay for them fucking bills????

Idk if it’s just me but I feel so out of place and sometimes I also feel like my Mom and her (new) boyfriend just wants me out of the picture so they could create a new world and life where it’s just them and (probably) their new kid.

Like okay??? I feel like a total outcast??? Am I ungrateful because of these dumbass feelings??? Or maybe I want to delete myself and that’s why I’ve been feeling uncomfortable lately since I am living at her boyfriend’s house and I certainly don’t feel at home.

I have been to many houses and have lived and adjusted to different environments yet whenever I feel alright and finally at peace I just had to live somewhere else again?? And I’m supposed to just be okay with it??? Like okay I get it, I should understand that if it’s hard for me then it is also hard for you. But am I not allowed to have emotions just because you’re going through much worse than mine???

Since when has been feeling bad a competition???

And there was one time I wanted to focus on my studies and did assess on my studies. My Mom got mad at me and said “What are we gonna eat if you become a member of the student council?” (Nonverbatim) and I stood there confused as fuck like “oh woah so I gotta work to feed us all? Don’t you have a partner for that? I’m suppose to study at my age so we can have a bright future or atleast have a home someday.”

WOMAN I AM DOING MY BEST AND GIVING IT MY ALL JUST TO GIVE YOU THE LIFE YOU WISH YOH HAVE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THATS THE ONLY REASON WHY IM STILL ALIVE.

TELL ME, WHO IS IT REALLY THAT’S UNGRATEFUL? YOU OR ME??

Gosh I feel so bad ranting but YEAH.

Bro If I were to decide I’d literally kill myself in an instant like getting sick isn’t even making me wish to live, getting sick makes me laugh and relieved that I’m finally gonna die.

I’m honestly concerned about myself but heck I don’t know what to do at this point and all I’m relying to is the fact that maybe someday All will be well and someobody’s gonna need me in the future.

Like bro I need someone and help. I need myself. I need love. I need care. Yet it feels so wrong to voice all of these out cuz I got so used to being silenced and invalidated that expressing myself is causing discomfort to other and I’m suppose to value them more than me.

That’s totally fucked up.

I also need a hug, I also need a father, I also need a mother, I also have my own traumas, my own bruises, bro I’m literally so wounded and hurt that everyday, breathing feels so wrong and painful. That even if I have fun and appear to be having fun, deep inside I know something is wrong.

I also want to be seen and heard. But why does it feel like they should be put first? They should be understood first. It’s always gotta be them.

What about me?

What about me? Do I not deserve to be understood too?

Come on, even tho they had it worse than what I’ve gone through doesn’t mean I don’t feel pain.

We are all going through something, can’t they at least go easy on me when they won’t give me the warmth and comfort I also need?

I’m just as tired as you, I’m just as bruised as you, I’m just as dead as you…

If you feel like what I’m going through can’t be compared to yours then at least just leave me be instead of telling me I should feel grateful that I’m only experiencing minor things.

Because honestly it will never give me peace.

What you’ve gone through doesn’t give you the right to belittle what others are experiencing too.

[aswebothshook]

🌹

Okay so...not to be sappy on main... but you honestly do amaze me, Mino. The amount of talent you have (writing, musically, artistically, YOUR EDITS) is astounding for anybody of any age, let alone someobody who's FIFTEEN. When I say I couldn't trust anyone but you to start A-A with, I mean that shit. When I say you're like a sister to me, I mean that shit. When I say you need to post that Gentiana edit with the bomb ass flower border detailing, I MEAN THAT SHIT!!! Sometimes I worry that the world is putting too much pressure on you, and if you EVER need me to give you advice, help out or lessen the load, WHATEVER, talk to me. I got you, ma petite sœur.

[thegreatobsesso]

Reblogging because you’re talking about my life here and I have been thinking about this post for hours and I’m not sure if I can help, but I can share my experience. :)

The first thing I do to forge connections is a little exercise with small pieces of paper. I cut out a bunch of little cards and I write everything I can think of on them. Characters’ names, items, places, or just things I know. Or concepts I like. So some examples would be things like:

Callie

Enchanted pumpkin

Ken and Callie work together to build a safe room under Delaney

Simon

Simon’s certainty that there is more to Riley’s power

Discussion between Callie and Simon re: Grace

Miller’s extraction magic

Magical bridge between C + S’s minds

Hidden orblex

There was only one bed!

Like, literally every single thing I am thinking about that I want to include or have to work with. I write it all down and spread it out on the floor and then I start looking at the cards and pushing them around. Could these two connect up somehow? No? What about these? Hmm, maybe. Could THESE have something to do with each other? I start making little groups and putting cards next to each other and sometimes I just stare at them and come up with ideas that don’t even have to do with the arrangement of the cards because I just trick my brain into thinking a different way.

Now, if that doesn’t work?

Then I sulk and pity myself because I’ll never be a good writer, and my ideas are all lame, and I just have collections of scenes but no real plot, and blah, blah, blah. All my greatest hits that I’m sure you know too. I just marinate in them for awhile. Accept it as part of the process. Watch TV.

After that, I resolve to write down everything I know I want to write, and I string it together with the FLIMSIEST CONNECTIONS IMAGINABLE. Like, in a way that is so obvious I just wanted to write those scenes, and I just justified it however I had to to get there. It feels lame doing it. It feels cringey. It feels cheap and unearned.

I do it anyway and you know what? It sounds a hundred times better when it’s all written out than it does in outline/summary form. Sometimes it almost flows. Sometimes it makes sense.

Sometimes it just doesn’t and that’s okay, because for me, I’m still in my first draft. But at least I let all the anxiety go enough to get past it and onto the rest.

If it still doesn’t hold water and I do decide I have to come up with something better in subsequent drafts - someobody else is gonna have to pick this up and help both of us, lol.

Hello, writeblr, I need help.

Does anyone have any tips on plotting and stringing scenes together in a cohesive way? I feel like I have all these floating pieces. Scenes and themes and developments I know I want to happen, but everytime I go to put them together I feel like I'm missing something...

Help!

[notforonesecond]

For @irisnsc (I have no idea if this is what you wanted but here it is)

Robert can just make out the glass panel doors through his swollen eye as his body gets carried towards them, a throbbing pain in his ribs.

He knows he shouldn't be here, no longer has the pleasure to call this place home, but he hasn't got the energy to retreat, feels weak and without any fight in him.

He refuses to let himself feel pity, knows it's what he deserves after everything he's done, everybody he's hurt.

The warm engulfs him as he feels the weight of his body be carried inside, a dizziness in his head.

“Robert, what the hell happens?” The voice comes instantly and it hits him straight in the chest, even after all this time. It's filled with worry and sadness and Robert inwardly curses that he's the cause of it once again, wishes he could just disappear here and now.

“I found him like this, didn't now where else to take him." The irritating voice of Gerry rings in Robert's ears as he lets his body fall to the sofa, and even when someobody is helping him, Robert Can't help but find a complaint.

“Rob, Robert, can you hear me?”

Aaron's hands are soft on Robert's face, his thumb caressing the starting bruise on his cheek bone and Robert can't help but wince, knows he doesn't deserve this.

“Thanks Gerry, I can take it from here.” Aaron's voice is so close to Robert's face and he hears Gerry call a goodbye and the door shutting before he raises his head, hands clutching at his aching side.

“Robert, what happened? Aaron questions as he crouches down in front of Robert, a cold wet clothes wiping at his face as Aaron holds it in place with his fingers on Robert's jaw.

“It's nothing.” Robert coughs out idiotically, because Aaron can see bright as day that it clearly is something as the blood trickles from his eyebrow.

“Who did this?” Aaron asks through gritted teeth and Robert can sense the anger coming from him, radiating like a burning flame.

“I deserved it.” Robert replies absentmindedly and Aaron hates they way he thinks that, like he deserves to be hurt.

“I- I've lost everything.” He cries, ignoring Aaron's question.

“What do you mean?”

“Seb, you, I have nothing.” Robert's voice breaks as his hand come up to cover his face, hot tears stinging.

“Robert, just tell me what happened.” Aaron sighs as he attempts to remove Robert's hands, tries to hold them in place with his own.

Robert recoils at the gesture, it's too soft and affectionate for what he deserves and he stands, moves out of Aaron's touch, pain caressing his body.

“Why do you care?” Robert spits, reflecting all his own pain and anger onto Aaron, pushing him away.

“Of course I care.” Aaron's pleading and he's trying to touch Robert, trying to calm him.

“No you don't, you've moved on.”

The words wound Aaron. He knows Robert's referring to Alex, knows he saw them together and he wants to scream at him, tell him it's the furthest thing from the truth. He hasn't moved on, probably never will.

There's a sadness in Aaron's eyes, he tries one more time to take hold of Robert, wants nothing more than to do all he can to save the broken man in front of.him.

He watches as the tears fall from Robert's eyes, his shoulders shake and he almost collapses just as Aaron's there to catch him, wraps his strong arms around him.

“It's ok, it's going to be ok.” He soothes, whispering into Robert's ear as his shoulder becomes wet and stained with tears.

Aaron pulls him closer, would gladly feel all this pain if it meant taking it away from Robert.

“I have nothing.” Robert mumbles into Aaron's body, a broken mess of a man.

“You have me.” Aaron reassures, voice soft and caring. “You have me.”

“Help me.” Robert's voice is lower than a whisper, muffled by quiet sobs and Aarons not even sure he hears right. “D-Don't let go.” He carries on, shoulders shaking as his voice mirrors one of a young boy.

“I won't.” Aaron promises as he sways Robert lightly in his arms.