#and screaming into teh void

[bitchlessdino]

Dearest friend (m)

pairing: bsf!seungcheol x afab!reader Genre: angst, smut Word count: 2.8k tags: unrequited love, mentions reader in heels and wig, mentions of TOXIC romantic relationships, public kisses, unprotected sex, please let me know if im missing anything Summary: When you're in a toxic relationship, there's no way of understanding that right away. There's typically much trial and error, such as Seungcheol and his unsuccessful relationship with his on-and-off partner that he keeps getting you involved in. In one of the countless schemes to get them back, things take an unexpected turn with you, his best friend, who does something that may change their dynamic forever. author note: I'm back lovies. hopefully for longer this time. teh wedding planning has honestly kept me very busy but i've finally got back in tune with writing again. let's see how long this last.

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @6969lilithcat @wonuhour @camisun93 @emmmui @toruro @jeonride @novalpha @nvmrljk @feat-sun @himbocoups

He had been with them throughout high school. Throughout college. Into their mid-twenties. Before anyone could realize it, a decade had passed.

You were friends, his specifically, and you lived through every suffocating second while trying to balance your own lack of love life. Night after night, bouncing from body to body, one candlelight dinner to another, and for nothing to come out of it. You weren’t one to judge the relationship coming apart and sewn back together redundantly.

However, this on-and-off relationship had become a constant in your life–one both annoying yet entertaining depending on the circumstance–as well as their mind games that they constantly used to get back together. And they wonder why it never fucking works (you’re practically screaming it into the void).

This was their off period and for Seungcheol one of the most terrifying periods to have. This instance in particular because it’s the rare occasion that his ex was actually out on a date with someone. That’s when he conjured up a plan, a despicable one. One that not only would so-called ‘help’ his long-time former lover to realize what they’re missing being apart from him but would put you in a deeply comfortable situation. 

You’ve been a part of of schemes before, but they were usually surprise events, mitigating, or simply becoming the one end of Newton’s cradle, providing collision and causing friction until the balls lose momentum. This assistance unfortunately required more participation on the field, and you preferred being behind the scenes, but Seungcheol had forced your hand.

“You look awkward. Stop slouching.”

You offered the man a quiet, but deadly, middle finger at your waist as you struggled to stand in the tight outfit he deemed necessary for the plan to work. 

It had been a while since you’d seen his ex, enough time that they wouldn’t recognize you, especially after the extreme makeover Seungcheol decided to bestow upon you on a random Friday evening. You can’t emphasize enough that what you were doing wasn’t by your own will. Your best friend just really knew how to push your buttons. It was as if he had the manual of the ways you operate. Now you were wondering how you had yet cut him out of your life because of it.

“Fuck you, you blackmailed me into a pair of heels and a wig.”

His lips tugged up at a single corner, pulling you by your waist as he noticed his ex’s eyes flicker towards them. He mused in a smile as his lips drew closer to your ear intimately, fanning his breath against your cool cheeks. “The eagle has landed in the coup,” he whispered, blatantly ignoring your complaints.

“This is so…stupid.”

He erupted in boisterous laughter–emitting feigned warmth and life–as he trained his eyes on you. “You’re so cute,” he tucked the locks of the wig behind your ear, softly hurting his teeth as he spoke through them. “Laugh.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha.”

He scoffed lightly enough that it couldn’t be detected from afar, caressing your arm to maintain the facade. “That was awful.”

“Well you’re unfunny and this is an unfunny situation.”

“But it’s working,” he retorted, giggling to himself. “They can't bear to take their eyes off of me.”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to pay attention to his hand softly stroking your waist. You’ve managed to get past its initially ticklish sensation until it became as natural as breathing. You sighed exaggeratedly, causing him to brush against you closer. He sharpened his features, stern written all over his face. “Take this seriously or they’ll see under our ruse.”

You scoffed. “It’s so painfully obvious. They’re not an idiot.”

The tip of his nose brushed against your cheek, and he could practically feel the rage radiating off his target as they too pressed closer to their date in plain sight. You felt his smile against your skin, festering body heat until it was seething. “Tell that to them who’s giving me sex eyes right now. God, they look amazing.”

“Really? I’m right here,” you said light-heartedly, trying to joke in the awkward situation.

“Shit, why do they look like they're trying to leave?”

“Uh, maybe because they’re in the same room as their ex? Seriously. Think, Cheol.”

Impatience was never Seungcheol’s favorite activity. He was as jittery as a child with sugar. “Kiss me.”

You squinted at him accusingly. “Excuse me?”

“We need to really push them to the edge.”

“Yeah, but is kissing necessary?”

He determinedly nodded. “Yes, absolutely. Just do it.”

“Now hold on, let’s think about this.”

“You do it or I will.”

“Fine!” Your hands reached out for his collar, tugging him against you to crash into his silky, pillowy lips.

Even after his persistent pestering, the kiss came as a surprise to Seungcheol, who found the pleasantry in record time. His once stiff hands on your body simply melted around your figure just as your lips have and the warmth both comforting and delicious. Arousal pooled between your clamped legs, your hands tightened their grip on the cotton of his shirt. You could feel every muscle of his firmly wrap around you like a safety blanket, while his jaw engaged in following your pace. You flushed under his touch and your knees were losing strength as they buckled, nearly falling to the ground.

Seungcheol picked you right back with his palm flat over the small of your back, feeling the thud of your unresting heart beneath your clothes. Your hand crept against his cheek, his teeth softly pierced your bottom lip and pulled in his direction, muffling your whimpers between his lips. The position of his hands, squeezing your flesh shocked you back to consciousness and finally you jerked away, meeting his eyes long enough to see the darkness in them.

Your gaze fell to your feet, the whisper of his kiss lingering on your skin. “Are t-they gone,” You asked in a flustered hush.

For the first time, his eyes are finally on you. Truly in you, as if you were the only other person in existence. “Why did you pull away? Why did you stop?”

“I-I don’t know. It felt right to stop.”

“Well, it wasn’t.” The crook of his finger pulled you by the chin and brought you right back where you were, enraptured by the spell of his lips, somewhat more intoxicating than the first instance.

Your fingers combed through his hair as the small gap of your mouth is filled with his presence. Your vessel vibrated, tingling in the dryness of your throat as he moved against you starved, not at all bothered by the marble bar counter rearing in his lower back. His grunts were addictive, drunk without the substance. Without fearing doubt, you swallowed your pride–and Seungcheol’s lips–you fully took advantage of the current circumstance.

A fire kindled in Seungcheol’s stomach, instigating a roar that could only be tamed by the furnace of your body clenched to his sides. The mumble of his name on your lips was mistaken for a moan, and maybe it was, revving Seungcheol’s engine until determined to take you here and now, in the middle of a crowded bar where anyone could see.

Before the moment could prologue, your hands flattened against his chest and shoved him, gasping for air while he was frustrated to have been interrupted again. He met your eyes, ready to scold you, until he registered how shakey your presence was with eyes barely able to level with his. His watch softened at you as he reluctantly let go, overwashed with a sense of shame. “Hey, I—“

“I’m gonna take a second in the restroom. Please.”

He nodded, guilt seeping into his throat, droughting what was inside. “Okay.”

The second the door stall closed behind you, you took a deep breath and tightly shut your eyes. You rubbed your hands over your chest, feeling it pulse under your palm. Inhale and out. Shallow panicked breaths escaped the narrow gap of your lips, trying to relive the overwhelming pounding.

Right about now his ex must be throwing themself at him and they're seconds away from being sewn back together. Just like always. You expected this. You’ve accepted this. This was how things always were.

Why aren’t you over that by now?

You mustered whatever courage you had within and forced your feet out of that restroom, facing exactly what you expected, Seungcheol’s ex on him like a wild animal around fresh meat. You tore away from the scene immediately retreating to take the closest Uber out of the bar as soon as possible.

You abandoned your disguise near the door, hearing your wig fall limply to the ground. A sound of relief escaped your lips as you trodded off to the bathroom to wash away the grime of sweat and embarrassment. Your tears fell in sync with the shower head that enveloped you in desirable heat. Heat that you wished belonged to a body instead of a body of water. Your hands felt your face as you sobbed, knowing it wouldn’t escape past the bathroom door, or your apartment being alone, once again, like you always have been.

After the night you’ve had, you’re ready to go back to your regular routine and forget the mental break of indulging in fantasy. You were only meant to ever help a friend and now that friend is back where he should be: in the arms of someone he actually loves. 

As toxic as their dynamic may be at least there is something romantic about it. You and him have been and will always be just friends, a side plot to the main story in his life. You are simply a pawn in this twisted game of chess and you have no one to point blame on but yourself. You let this happen.

Gathering your pathetic self to your room, you drowned in your duvet, cuddling up next to your pillow and burying your face in the fabric. After some time of thinking and crying, you at last find slumber, determined to erase any and all thoughts of your best friend.

As though this night couldn’t get any worse, someone else had to ruin your sleep too.

Annoyed, you rustled out of bed to head to the front door. Your heavy steps move with reluctance, fisting over the door knob as it swung open and suddenly you’re wide awake. He stared back at you, eyes glistening, shoulders falling at your comforting site. “Hey.”

“Hi,” You greeted back softly. “What—What happened? You and—“

“They asked me to come back.”

You blinked at him, stretching a faux smile on your face. “That’s great. That’s amazing! That’s exactly what you wanted…So why are you here?”

“Uh…” He closed the door behind and you let him step inside, placing himself dangerously close to you. “I said I’d think about it?”

“What? It’s all you’ve been wanting the entire time you were apart. The system, Seungcheol. The system.”

“I don’t know. I just wasn’t sure anymore after…”

You waited for him to finish for as long as you could. His steps towards you only resonated louder, prouder. Everything in you told you to back down, yet you stood your ground and met his eyes in anticipation. “After…?”

“Yeah. That.”

“Well, what does that mean…Cheol?”

Suddenly, it was so much harder to breathe and his body got only closer and closer, tightening your airways and overwhelming your senses. You didn’t push him away when his lips daringly landed on yours, hands finding purchase on your cheeks as you softly caressed them like fine china. Your torso lined up with his as you tossed your arms around his neck, deepening your connection.

He parted briefly to reassess the situation, the tip of his nose timidly tracing over the bridge of yours. “It means I want to…explore this more. Whatever it is.”

“And them?”

He shook his head. “They’ll have to keep on waiting because I can’t stop thinking about you since that kiss and by the way you're looking at me…you can’t either.”

“Seungcheol…”

“Don’t tell me I’m wrong,” he begged, “Please.”

“You can’t tell me you aren't still madly in love with them.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I was. Do you think I would be here if I didn’t have doubts?”

“… I don’t want you to end up doing something you’ll regret…forever.”

His hand clasped against your cheek, adoring the vulnerability that glows in your gaze. He admired your soft features, drinking in the quiver of your kiss-bitten lips as the flutter on your delicate lashes shielded from his bold light. He held you closer, drawing his lips nearer, and he breathed a breath of defiance. “I don’t think I regret a single second I’m with you.”

The kiss you shared didn’t express a moment of doubt, only flurries of passion as your clothes found their way to the ground. He kissed down your navel, balling fists of your flesh, nipping at your skin, inhaling your clean scent. You said his name in a swoon, bounded to him like warm clay, melting into one another with no points of separation.

Your hands roamed up his upper back, palming at his shoulder blades. He softly winced as your nails dug into his skin, his tongue lightly licking at a spot that emits the most sound from your lips. Your name on his lips comes in your ears, churning your stomach, burning your thighs. Your legs clamped to his side, feeling the brush of his cock as it twitched in your direction. 

You ached to be filled, climbing his build in desperation. His familiar tufts of hair found their way between your fingers until you pulled, eliciting his starved moans. You beg and beg, meeting his eyes with much desperation. He was kissing your body, embracing you with so much love, but you knew you wanted more. More of him.

Seungcheol seemed to be a mind reader as he was already positioning himself. He towered over you with gratitude in his eyes, gratitude for the trust you gifted him. The vulnerability you finally gave into. The body and love that you once hid. He would appreciate it and not waste a single second to do so.

With a single hand caressing your face and one on his cock, he watched your eyes change as he plunged inside. He felt your thighs come up to the sides, hooking around his torso. He jerked his hips, memorizing the shape of your walls, and how they massaged him well, squeezing every inch of him until you were filled. Your head knocked back into the sheets, your nails now clawing up his arm. “Cheol…”

“I’m here,” he whispered.  “I want to take care of you,” he admitted, “Let me know if anything goes wrong.”

You nodded back, accepting his kisses as they became signs of worship. He would touch every inch of your body, fill your warmth until it was coated in thick, sweet arousal of your own doing. He whispered your name, moaning sweet praises. “You feel so precious in my hands…I want your body and soul to bind with mine…I don’t think I could ever forget what this feels like…”

He moved faster, his hips buckled harder, and your fingers indented into the smooth texture of his back. He kept thrusting deeper and harder inside you until it was a blissful pain but you don’t remember ever replicating. With his sweet cherry-shaped lips on yours, you feel your sweat mix into a cocktail of pure delicious nectar. He mouthed a flush of your skin, clutching you to his body like a man getting mad, unwilling to give up his most prized possession. 

His groans became ingrained in your brain and you felt waves of arousal stagger you, paralyze you. Your mouth dropped. “Oh god…” Your hands trembled. Your toes curled. “That’s so good, more please.” You begged and begged and begged and begged—

A knock at the door. A panicked one that.

You rose from bed, empty, cold alone. Your hand ran over your head, feeling the clammy, distressing remnants of your wet dream. Overwashed with guilt, you reluctantly pulled the covers off and got out of bed, dragging your feet towards the door, ignoring the wig that stared back at you in your peripheral. It swung open the familiar way it does, and déjà vu hits you.

Seungcheol stood before just like once did in the dream. He walked closer towards you, and word seemed to halt in your throat.

“They asked me to come back.”

Having already rehearsed this in your mind, you stretched in another fake smile, finding its chirp through your tired voice. “That’s great. That’s amazing. That’s exactly what you wanted. So why are you here?”

“I-I don’t know…I just thought I should tell you. Um, thank you.”

You nodded solemnly. This was reality after all. “Glad I can help as always.”

“You really are a great help. I’m lucky to have you as my dearest friend.” He grinned, not quite reaching his ears as if holding back something secrets he couldn’t bear either.

You didn’t think much of it and smiled. “Of course. Dearest friend.”

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

HELP PLEAES I NEED THE POST OF TEH KPOP MAN LOOKING AS HIS DRINK MISSES HIS CUP POST !!! ITS VERY IMPORTANT I NEED IT ive been scrolling through your blog for ages looking for it but im blind AAAA anyway hi how are you today

so I actually had absolutely no idea what post you were talking about lol, so i’m very glad you were able find it!!! (also could you possibly tag me in it, if you don’t mind??? now I want to find it too lol)

and yesss scream into the void as often as you’d like, it’s quite fun !

[sleepyfan-blog]

Rescue

Author's note: Mer-Tallis' debut! Next

Warnings: none

tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel

Summary: Tallis comes to your rescue, during a warp-storm.

“Please someone… Anyone… Help me!”

Tallis heard the terrified wail of a baseline human, your voice cracking in fear. He swum swiftly through the void sea, his psychic gifts granting him the ability to change the currents to allow him to move faster to where you were screaming, clinging to a piece of flotsam. Technically, if he was doing as he'd been ordered to by his captain, he would be hunkered down in one of the protected coves that Lord Magnus had made for his sons to shelter in, during tempestuous warp storms, such as the one that had caught the merchant ship that you had been unceremoniously flung from, and into the swirling chaos of the Warp. But he, like all Astartes, had been created to protect and serve mankind, was he not? And you had been so bold in teh way that you had watched him and his brothers swim and play fight around the merchant vessel, rather than cowering away from the windows like the rest of the mortal crew.

And you had asked for help. It would be rude of him to ignore your plea! Especially since your panicked calls and thrashing might attract the attention of something… Larger and more dangerous.

He croons out to you as he approaches, saying "I am here to rescue you, miss. Please do not resist. I can take you somewhere safe." He could also bring you back to your ship - but given the way that the warp storm was starting to constrict around the ship… The churning, violent currents that were swiftly dragging the main ship further away… That would likely mean your death or worse.

"… You… You're one of the… You're an Astartes, right? One of the space merfolk, who sometimes help humans? I… I don't have much to give you right now, but… But if you can get me to safety…. Out of the warp I can repay you, if you can get me to an Imperial World." You manage out, eyes large, even as you gratefully reach out to this large, mysterious being.

"We were created to serve and protect humanity, yes. And you needn't worry about paying me back, not right now." Tallis soothes, letting out a soothing purr as he pulls you in close, tucking you against his armored chest. One of his hands come up to gently comb through your hair.

"Thank you, lord astartes." You murmur.

"Call me Tallis, if it pleases you, my lady." Your mysterious crimson and gold clad rescuer answers. You can hear the playfulness in his tone, despite his voxcaster removing much of the emotion from his voice.

"As you wish, lord Tallis." You answer as you allow yourself to relax in his grip - your ship has been swallowed by the Warp Storm, but by some miracle, you've been rescued. You blink as the post-adrenaline exhaustion crests over your body and mind, as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

[yallmakemyassitch]

hai, itz teh lee!void anon from b4, i waz talking about teh tickly alphabet list!

Just gonna assume you're talking about this alphabet list so here you go!

Headcanons✨

B - How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

You're both very brave and foolish if you attempt to restrain A.C Void of all people. Of course it won't work since he's at his most powerful and can just "consume" whatever you had planned for him. Now that you're powerless, not like you had a chance against him anyway, A.C will slowly approach you... Suddenly see this black smog surround you and you feel heavier, heavier and heavier... Soon enough you collapse from the gravity and you can't move a muscle, to make matters worse, you look up and see A.C Void looking down at you deviously. It doesn't matter what position you're in, he'll keep you there just as he wants. Needless to say, he doesn't care how much you're screaming, he will keep going until you're unconscious. Of course, being the one to cause you this won't affect him and he can just casually brush aside your limbs to get to your worst spots. To make matters worse, he will ask where your worst spot is. Politely. It's in your best interest to tell him honestly since there's a very, very small chance he won't attack there. Yet. Void will know when you're lying no matter what, so if he catches you slipping then prepare to not be able to breath for a very, very long time

D - What is their most ticklish spot?

Kinda insane how you weren't spagetified in that instant but oh well. Now before you get socked to Narnia and back, if you make a lucky guess then that would have to be the back of his knees. They're the only spot he can't stand being touched, even in his non-consuming form, where he's much more ticklish. You won't hear laughter but rather a shaky growl before he turns around and turns you nonexistent

R - Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

A.C Void generally finds tickling to be a waste of time and childish, he has a universe to consume after all! But if he happens to get extra mischievous, yes even in his all-consuming form he can still feel mischief, he's a 100%, through and through ler. He adores the power trip it gives him and will milk it for as long as possible until the victim falls silent. Such a foolish mortal trying to tickle the A.C Void? Oh he'll have lots of fun with you~

W - What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

He can say it no problem whatsoever. Void will most likely say it once discovering someone was ticklish? He will ask about it in the most condescending, snide voice that will either get you flustered or angry depending on who you are

L - What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Then again, he doesn't laugh when being tickled in his A.C Void form. But his overall laughter is so deep, it could make spiders crawl up your spine. But there's a richness to it that adds to it; if he did laugh while being tickled, you'd become so entranced to it, it's hypnotizing. It makes your mind go completely stupid and you can't help but keep exploring his weak spots before everything goes to shit

T - Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

Goodness gracious. Could you really call it teasing? Not at all, it's more crude insults and taunts with the situation you brought to yourself, he didn't tickle you first, moron! It's more analytical, he will narrate his findings to fluster you all the more.

"Oh, right here's bad?.. I thought so..."

But at the same time, he would be coldly insulting and scolding you for even trying, drilling and kneading into your most ticklish spot so you're practically putty in his hands, unable to respond as hysterical, wild cackles pour out of your mouth. He loves seeing you like this, it's so much fun for him

"TRYING TO TOUCH ME, MIDGET?! YOU ARE THE EPITOME OF STUPIDITY, HOW DUMB CAN YOU BE?! Like i'd ever let a short stack like you win... Now I have won, you're gonna stay here for as long as I want. Maybe for all of eternity as punishment?"

Rip 💀

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Anyways that's all, it was fun to get back into the thick of it! Been a while since I've done og headcanons myself :p

[joehillssimp]

Holds my mic up to you, "In light of recent poll results, what's the general mood? Did you believe your candidate would make it this far?"

Well you know when I first nominated Joe Hills for MCYT Tumblr Sexy Man, i figured Mr. Hills would get a few more nominations, but likely wouldn't even make it onto the bracket.

After all, at the time, despite Hermitcraft being One Of if not THE biggest Minecraft Servers closely followed on this HellSite(affectionate), he was certainly one of the less popular, considering his sub count in regards to others such as Scar.

Not to mention the behemoth that was the DreamSMP.

Now, as someone who frequented the fandoms of both of those major servers, I knew the power and the Sexyman-ness of Wilbur, Scar, Technoblade, and Quackity, and i had figured that one of those more major players would take center stage as the Definitive MCYTblr Sexyman.

Seriously, if you asked me to put money on it, I would have picked Scar to take it all.

But then the Nomination round went on... And on... and On a little More...

And Joe got 3rd Seed Overall.

And Oh Man I Got Shoved Into Maximum Overdrive

We had a chance. And not only a chance, but a Mother Fucking Top 3 Seed. I coulnd't have dreamed of even being seeded that high. But that is the Joe Hills Difference isn't it?

Now, since this was before we saw the bracket, I had hope, but I wasn't about to set my expectations too high, for all I knew Joe would get Scar or Technoblade or someone in the first round and Boom, all my hopes and dreams would be crushed before my eyes.

And then the bracket came out.

And not only did our High Seed mean we'd skip the Wild Card Round, but that we wouldn't be in the same Bracket as Scar(who let's face it was in a pretty hefty Bracket, probably to offset being #1). And not only were we not in the same Bracket as Scar, but out first 2 Rounds were Easy Victories.

And this was when I shoved every part of myself into Watching This Showdown.

And I will admit that I still didn't expect us to beat Scar. I was hoping for a nice and clean, 2nd Place.

But as we can see now

That isn't what happened.

Joe didn't get eliminated in teh preliminaries.

He didn't go down to the Sexiest Living (RIP Technoblade I hope you're making the afterlives/immortalities of whoever you're with rn an absolute hell and loving the shit out of it) DSMP Sexymen.

He didn't even fall to the Bisexual Queen herself Zombie Cleo.

And honestly, this IS, "The Man Who Conquered Death" afterall.

Why would we as a community believe that he could be defeated by anything less than Death itself! (or herself I think Miss Trixtin was in the first couple of rounds i don't remember though I was kind of busy screaming about Joe)

And here we are. After a long hard battle.

After Days of Voter Fraud,

And Discord Planning,

And Art Making,

and Horribly thought out campaign promises...

With Joe as #1.

And let me tell you...

I'm hella terrified I'm going to have to spend the next who knows how long working to animate a Sexy Joe Hills to Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" because that's what Joe has done and it's going to be a lot of work that hopefully will be worth it in the end.

If you wanna watch me Draw/Plan/Storyboard/Animate the Joe Hills Sexy Back Animation then come check me out at twitch.tv/anablazebanana

At 10pm PST where I will be livestreaming quite a bit of the process. I'm mostly doing this because @theminecraftbee said they were going to hold me to it so i may as well have tangible progress reports semi-daily.

So ya know, at least I have something to do now that all this is over and my life won't feel like an empty void without something big happening.

[warriyorcat]

Who teh fuck needs a follower count when you can just scream into the void

how do you see someone's follower count, how do you know if you should feel better or worse than them?

[millylotus]

Alien Force: S1 E12

Kinda feel bad for the DNAlien, he looks so defenseless 😕

His screams haunt me now

NEW PLUMBER KIDS!!!

Manny & Helen the duo

Is this Pierce kid dead?

Oop he dead

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Oh goddammit Manny listen to Helen

OKay so they think they're not naturally aliens, or they're literally mutants like the rat kid

Manny needs to fix his attitude like damn

Kevin can cover others in elements? Nice

Kevin: Not my ride! *get's fucking body slammed by his car*

Out of all the trio to kidnap they take the one most likely not to talk amicably

Manny you black-codded and you racially profiling people please stop

Have they just killed all the aliens they've come across, have they been killing innocents, my god they have been

Ben & Gwen are so twin sibling codded

Gwen's getting angry and more expressive I like it

Kevin keeping coins in his pocket makes sense

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Ben is so concussed

Manny & Helen are officially my least favorite plumber kids

BEN'S IN TEH NULL VOID!!!

And he's out thank god

Manny definitely deserved that

Okay so they are alien descendants

Ben having to be the peace maker

Time to go collect some plumber kids!

[cigaretteparfum]

sumpah yallah aing capek banget. gacuma hari ini sama kemarin aja tapi rasanya semingguan ini tenaga cuma dikit. apa salah-salah karena tenaga gue semua dialihin ke nulis. tapi anjir ... gaadil banget gak sih kalau misalnya sehari gue cuma bisa milih satu hal buat dilakuin? kea, gabisa gawe + nulis + ngurus rumah atau kombinasi lain -- apa punlah, yang buat orang tuh dianggapnya "normal" dan sesuai ekspektasi. dan di sini balik lagi dilema lama aing. sebenernya bukan dilema sih, lebih mirip ke ... perang internal, i guess. di satu sisi, logika aing paham aing teh, yha, kasarnya emang cacat. disabled. mau dipaksain segimana pun juga gaakan bisa kea orang lain yang -- again -- normal dan sesuai ekspektasi. tapi di hati aing rasanya semacam mix garela sama gaterima. 🥲 agak susah sih jelasinnya, karena when i say "gaterima" itu teh aslinya less "gaterima aing bisa cacat" and more "aing gak boleh cacat". ngerti gak sih?? semacam denial tapi bukan denial yang gamau terima kenyataan, lebih ke tipe denial am denying meself something/being something. fak lah anjing sumpah rujit kepala aing mikir ginian tapi gabisa gak kepikiran karena setiap hari anjiiiiinnngggg.

ya ... intinya. aing capek. aing udah capek bertahun-tahun, udah bosen juga ngeluh capek, tapi kadang-kadang (kayak sekarang) rasanya gak ketahanan banget aing pen teriak, CAPEEEEEEEKKK TAUUUUUUUUU CAPEEEEEEKKK sekenceng-kencengnya dari atep rumah biar kedengeran sekomplek juga bodo amat. BAGUSlah kalau kedengeran sekomplek mereun mun kitu batur aya nulung atawa naon weh. jahat banget sih asli di hidup aing bener-bener tinggal w sama mak doang. orang lain gaada yang bisa diharepin lagi bukan sekadar "oh mungkin emang merekanya juga lagi kesusahan, gabisa bantu; maklumi aja jangan marah-marah" tapi ini mah asli orang-orang di sekitar cuma mau ngata-ngatain dan cela-cela doang; gamau bantu bukan karena gabisa tapi emang ... gaada niat. gak penting buat mereka. which is fine -- aing juga paham orang lain gaada yang punya kewajiban buat bantu orang lain. tapi kalau emang kea gitu, at least diem kek?? gausah ribut? gausah riweuh ngerecokin cuma sekadar buat bikin diri lo ngerasa lebih hebat, lebih beruntung, lebih bersyukur? aing hidup bukan buat jadi contoh supaya orang lain bisa ngerasa, "ah untung gue bukan dia" aing hidup ya karena emang hirup weh eweuh higher reason higher purpose lain. kontol babi anjing look at me curhat di tumblr. aslina screaming into the void hoping the void will scream back ulah stare hungkul. dan inilah kenapa aing masih sepet sama temen lama yang tiba-tiba ngilang gitu aja gaada kabar. capek gue sama lo; tapi kangen juga gue sama lo. dan hampir setahun kemudian aing masih bertanya-tanya apa lo putus kontak karena gue emang ada salah, apa emang gue udah gak bagus lagi buat lo, atau sekadar kebetulan hidup aja.

serahlah anjing aing sebat lagi aja.

[anna-neko]

there is a fantastic disconnect, innit

Lemme just keyboard smash feels very much like screaming into void. My monitor doesn't judge me, its gets teh damn words outta my head, chances are ain't nobody gonna read 'em (well, maybe skim thru, but not like read it) anyway and will simply smash that LIKE on autopilot and scroll on

VS

the terrifying ordeal of sitting... with them.... in teh same room. Seeing those eyes judging, or rolling, or hearing the lil inhale because you know she's about to say something to make you feel like a big giant liar drama queen even if she doesnt really mean it.... Or maybe she does?? She usually does...... etc etc etc

wow this is too intimate to share with my close friends or family let me put this on my tumblr blog for hundreds of strangers to see

[skyllion-uwu]

I am gona cry he is so fucking cute he looks like he'd be a foot tall and fit in my pocekt and eat cheese crumbs i pass to him

(ID in alt/below)

[Image Description: Screenshot from "Flash Facts", showing Plastic Man. His head and goggles are drawn more round than usual. He is shrugging and saying "Come on! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" /end ID]

[sirmix]

I will never got over Joels second episode huh

[defensivelee]

I'm sorry in advance

Clinton singing "Leaves from the Vine" at the site of André's execution

lord not today nOT TODAY

[madstronaut]

I-omg-COOL PEOPLE WHO? ME? WTF? literally did a lap in my apt blabbering MAUSY THINKS IM COO- all I do is scream at the top of my lungs and reblog into the void (and to my moots <3) on this utopiahellsite

I cannot tell you how this man has me down bad I think about him approximately 43 hours per day

I also yelled and then choked on my spit at I saw bale's arms and blacked out me every night tbh also A WHOLE ASS SHORT FIC INSTEAD OF HC??? please spare a thought for the confines of my enclosure????

I am blushing face red af reading about dmitry making a flustered sound cough anyway I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS TYSM <3 WELCOME TO BALE NATION WE SHALL GROW STRONGER BY TEH DAY AND BY BALE'S BICEPS (obligatory bicep photo for simpreference)

hello, I love ur blog <3 any dmitry bale and/or minotaur bale hcs? you can ignore if they're not ur cup of tea; thanks for sharing ur writings <3

HOW ARE ALL THE COOL PEOPLE FINDING ME??? WHO SENT YOU??? Legitimately, though, thank you so much! Being so serious I had no clue who either of these men were until I got this ask BUT NOW I DO HEHEHE

Ik you wanted headcanons but I saw bales arms and blacked out YALL KNOW HOW I AM ABOUT MEN WITH NICE ARMS 😫

Your head lifts slightly, the feeling of muscle flexing and moving under your cheek making you smile and open your eyes.

"You're doing it again." You tell him.

"No clue what you mean, куколка." He's already looking at you, eyes tired and amused as he smirks.

You let out a hum, as if to say "sure you dont". You relax your head against his arm again, only to feel his bicep flex moments later. You fix him a look and squint at him before you turn your head to bite into his bicep.

You don't bite him in earnest, just enough to feel the taut flesh squish under your teeth. Dmitry snorts and wraps his arm around your head to pull you into his chest, his lips splitting into a grin when you giggle.

You continue to playfully nom on him, pinching the fat of his bicep and the top of his chest between your teeth. You dare to let your hands wander as well, cheekily reaching down to squeeze his ass. Oh yeah, the military was definitely good to him.

Dmitry let out a flustered sound before laughing, his hand tilting your chin to pull your teeth from him and look at you.

"What on earth are you doing?" He asks you incredulously, the corners of his eyes creasing with the wideness of his smile.

"Shhh, don't worry about it." You silence him, unserious as you drag a finger over his lips.

He just rolls his eyes as you continue as you were, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. So odd, his darling is. You're lucky he finds it so endearing.

[she-toadmask]

Ok today has been a wild ride, and I’m not talking about in-person stuff.

There was someone on YouTube yelling about BEN shipping a while back and someone said it looked like he was fucking a table in some video and the person freaked out like ‘HE IS 12 LEWDING IS NOT OK’ and I’m just like... I mean the comment was kinda crude but seriously? The person has also said they will say what is and isn’t safe to ship which is mega yikes?

But anyway, ranting about canon ages to my friend led me to decide to look at AO3 for Creepypasta fics for the first time in a while, because hey, why not. I found a Jeff x Reader fic where, in the summary description, the reader character thinks that Jeff has ‘a killer smile’ which... I’m sure the story is great and the writer is enjoying themselves, but part of me just couldn’t handle it. I didn’t read it, I’m sure it’s a great story, but it had smut as a possible tag and that is not my jam.

But I kept going. I found a pretty interesting BEN x Monika (maybe?) fic that I’m planning on reading after posting this. But why I’m reading it now instead of a bit later? Uh, under the cut, it is not appropriate for all ages.

An x reader fic with Offenderman posing as a teacher at a university, appearing to take an interest in the female reader, and, well, doing what he does. And after the initial incident maybe the reader not minding his interest???

Like it’s appropriately tagged, all the specifics of what exactly happens I think, and the non-con, and the power imbalance, but it just reeks (through no fault of the author’s) of middle-school me, filled with bizarre knowledge without the wisdom to understand the implications.

No I did not read it, but the minuscule summary and informative tags told me more than I needed.

So yeah, I’m reading fic about BEN finding DDLC and taking a look himself, with all the angst DDLC entails, as brain bleach. Because Mr. Rose Fuck Man has a fic of his own for... probably the first time I’ve seen on AO3, but probably because I filter out Explicit content, but this one is unrated so it slips through the filter (because some unrated work isn’t sexy times and therefore may be a good fit for me).

So yeah, wild day!

[sadnessruns]

OOC---

Can we please get some Hugh Cul.ber development that doesn’t relate to Paul.... please? Can people stop pressuring him to be with Paul??? PLEASE????

[seaoreos]

I just read through the very very small taz self insert tag an im aaaa