#annoying fuckers

[rtfics]

Because AMC knows what musical theater fans are like.

The AMC movie theater chain is telling musical theater fans to NOT sing along when they see the movie Wicked.

Because they, like me, know what y'all are like.

Y'all always think that if you break out in song on the bus, in the park, in the line at Chipotle, everyone is going to be charmed and awed and so very, very grateful that you brightened their day by sharing your amazing talent.

When 99.9% of everyone around you is annoyed as fuck. But you don't even care about that, because y'all luv ya some Drama. Seeing "haters" scowl as you belt "Gravity" in the Mall food court makes you feel superior over the Neanderthal Normies.

As someone who's worked professionally in the musical theater world, let me assure you that most of you aren't as talented as you think you are.

So you won the lead in your Senior High School production of "The Sound of Music." You college Voice Teacher says you have "remarkable promise." Your family and friends assure you that you'll be a star some day.

You:

Everyone else:

Until you are a Star (good luck with that, sweetheart), spontaneously singing in public makes you nothing but an Attention Whore, and everyone wants to punch you in the mouth. And in this day and age, someone might.

[acelessthan3]

"Hi I'm calling down from Victoria, Canada, wondering if you had..."

NO ONE ASKED AND I CAN TELL FROM THE CALLER ID

[king-of-havoc]

"Once this post hits X amount of reblogs, I'm turning them off lol teehee enjoy it while you can" Nobody likes you

[batgeance]

the wayne brothers are that meme “i’m shaking get her some brown contacts please”

[catgirltitties]

"____ heritage post" accounts weak asf

[dazaleu]

pro-tip play an fps on new years so fireworks and whatever that have been going off since 6:30p make the game more immersive. 

[hell-garden]

Stop using the term Boymodding! You're annoying, you suck, you're setting the trans community back a million years!

A woman can be butch and have facial hair and still be a woman, you aren't "Boymodding"! Curb your internalized transphobia or dress femme if you really want to but either way shut the fuck up!

[purrvaire]

they're so in love im gonna throw up real quick

[onnahu]

Bats on the road

Clark: Bruce that's illegal!

Bruce: there's no one else on the road, what do you want?

Hal: how is it that he doesn't have powers and yet drive like a suicidal maniac!

Oliver: Well bold of you to assume he's not a suicidal maniac.

Diana: that was reassuring.

Donna: oh for the love of gods, Grayson, stop that!

Dick *sprawled over 3 different titans eating the batburger and making a mess*: stop what?

Titans: Ughhhh...

Dinah: i'm gonna puke. If you don't stop this,i'm gonna puke right on your lap and i won't even apologise because it'll be your fault.

Barbara:

Barbara: you know what? Fuck you too. And i can puke on call, so don't think i won't get back.

Barbara: *speeds up on a switchback*

Jason: you stupid bitch, don't you see we have right of way?!?!

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Jason: we're on a fucking highway! Stop driving like you're next to a kindergarden, you fucker!

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Jason: what a dick! We should just hit him. This baby can take that!

Artemis: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Roy: i hate to do that, but I agree with her

Tim: oh my god it's a... (insert a rant about a very specific model of a car that Tim dreamed of having as a 13 years old)

Bart: ...what?

Cassie: yeah, i have no idea what's going on too, buddy...

[skybristle]

rbs > likes [tags appreciated!

my dms skinpack is live!!!

this was like two weeks of work LOL. heres the sprites in game ANDDD all the NEW designs together [+ sliver and moon lol]

individual drawings under the cut as well! [anyone is welcome to draw my designs with credit]

[saetoshi]

itoshi sae can’t sleep well when you’re gone. he’s too used to the feeling of your warmth next to his on the bed.

he spends his nights lying awake, a frown on his face as he rolls around to your side of the bed. he gets a wink of sleep before his alarm goes off. his brows furrow as he contemplates throwing his phone against the wall. (he never does—he hates the thought of not seeing your face pop up on his lock screen more than going another day without sleep).

his phone buzzes in his hand, an incoherent grumble leaving his lips before he rolls out of bed. he glances at the screen, disappointment bubbling in his chest when he sees the text isn’t yours.

he goes through the motions when you’re gone—his eyes lingering a little too long on your bottle of soap on the shower’s shelves. his hand subconsciously reaches for your shampoo, his heart swelling when the fresh, fruity scent fills his senses. he doesn’t linger for too long when brushing his teeth, his eyes actively avoiding your missing toothbrush.

sae can’t stand going to practice when you’re away. somehow, he gets more irritable than usual. he gets pickier with the passes he gives—even pickier with the way his teammates receive the passes. it’s bad enough that his coach sends him home on days like these. (it’s even worse how his manager lectures him on the way home).

he expects emptiness when he opens the door to his apartment, a sour look on his face. he kicks the door closed, a loud slam echoing through the place, his eyes shut closed as he tries to calm down.

“what’d the door ever do to you?”

his eyes snap open, his head whipping to the side. his annoyance melts away almost immediately—the corners of his eyes softening the longer he looks at that grin on your lips.

“nothing,” he breathes out, kicking off his shoes in a hurry before closing the distance between the two of you.

a smile worms its way onto his lips when you stretch your arms out. he walks into your embrace, hugging you tight until you’re patting his back and telling him you can’t breathe.

he rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes drifting to your suitcase next to the couch. “when did you get back?” he asks, his voice soft.

“not too long ago,” you reply, gently rubbing circles on his upper back. you chuckle when he pecks the crook of your neck, giving him a small squeeze. he huffs, his arms tightening around you before he kisses your clavicle.

“i missed you,” he whispers, the words muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

“i know,” you say, patting his back in a soothing manner, “i missed you too, sae.”

“don’t leave for long ever again,” he adds, pulling back just enough to look at you. he frowns when you laugh, bringing his hand up to flick your forehead.

“i was only gone for a week,” you grumble, rubbing the spot he flicked. your eyes scan his face, your brows furrowing slightly. “you’ve been gone for longer.”

“it’s different,” he murmurs, the tips of his ears flushing. “because we’re on different timezones.” (it makes ignoring the distance easier, he wants to add. but he won’t—not today, anyway).

you sigh, faintly shaking your head. he tsks, pouting as he rests his forehead against yours, “it’s not the same when we’re in the same time, but in different places.”

his hands gently pry yours from his back, the corners of his lips quirking up into the hint of a smile when he laces his fingers through yours. his eyes find yours, a soft hum leaving his lips. “don’t leave for too long ever again,” he repeats, his words hushed.

“it was just a week,” you murmur, your eyes softening in amusement.

“a week too long,” he quips, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. you open your mouth to reply before he cuts you off, “don’t ever leave for too long without me ever again.”

you puff your cheeks, softly sighing before you nod. “okay,” you say, shaking your head when he smiles. he can’t help the laugh that escapes his mouth when you call him a spoiled brat under your breath.

“good,” he says, giving you a quick peck.

“good,” you echo, leaning up to give him a peck in return.

a soft hum leaves your lips, your eyes warm as you gently tug him into the bedroom. (neither of you choose to say something about the way he grabs your suitcase as you drag him away).

he doesn’t complain when you shove him down on the bed, placing his head on your pillow before leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“i’m too old to be tucked into bed,” he says, his eyes following your movements as you pull up the comforter to his chin. (still, he can’t help the grin growing on his lips when you smack his knee).

“just go to sleep,” you say, hoisting your suitcase on his side of the bed to unpack. your eyes flicker to his, a teasing smile on your lips, “you look uglier with those bags under your eyes.”

“i hate you.”

“whatever you say,” you stick your tongue out at him.

“i missed you,” he yawns, his eyes struggling to stay open.

“i missed you too,” you reply, your voice full of affection when you glance at him.

“you better be here when i wake up,” he murmurs, yawning once more as his eyes close. there’s a smile on his lips as he drifts off to sleep, his heart lighter than it’s been for the week.

“i wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

[nametakensff]

Whilst I am currently not in any position to record new wavs, please have this video I didn't feel like posting because of all the stupid bg noise I didn't notice at the time, since I was wearing my headphones 🤡

I'd taken some Chhinkni but wasn't fast enough setting up my phone to get anything but the last of that fit, so I teased out some more super relieving sneezes with a hair pin 😚 The first minute or so they came easily - the second half of the video I really had to hitch and struggle and tickle my nose to get out the last two I knew were in there. Felt really good when I finally got them out 💕

[bunnis-monsters]

If you comment stuff like “erm actually ☝️🤓, that specific thing isn’t possible” under a MONSTER FUCKER/fantasy post you’re annoying!

Newsflash, NONE OF IT IS POSSIBLE! Monsters don’t exist! It’s fantasy, fun stuff! Let people have fun!

[microtyalm13]

there could be grammatical errors here 'm sorry i wrote this at like 2am. there's a pretty brief mention of fingering but overall vague description of getting hot'n'bothered & dicked down while watching at yourself through the eyes of a godly creature in a form of a.. i dunno? hypnosis? anyways have fun :З

he hovers over you in the deafening silence of the empty room, his palms holding your face. the eyes on his little wings slowly roll back and close as the feathers twitch faintly... the sight would be haunting for anyone else, but not for you. finally, he bares his countenance and whispers:

"let me into your mind."

and with a simple nod of your head, you let him in. you let him see through your eyes, and in return, he lets you see through his own. he loves to get inside your head, making you watch how he gets you worked up. your mind already left your body by now, but you can still see and feel yourself. even if there's not a single though in your head, just a white noise in the background, you can still feel how he presses his whole body against yours while his hands roam all over your smaller frame. it's suffocating, yet somehow hypnotizing.

you know you're not helpless right now, you can snap back to reality at any point. he doesn't want to overwhelm you too much or do something you wouldn't be comfortable with. but you choose to sink deeper anyway, further into his touch, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and exposed to the creature before you.

he takes it slow at first, allows you to watch how he stretches your pretty cunt with his fingers. the look on your face, combined with your dilated pupils, was so feverishly mesmerising. timid, but so shameless and obvious in expressing your own desires and needs, you writhe weakly on your bed, lips parted in a silent plea that doesn't go unnoticed by gavriil.

by the time he's done with you and carefully leaves your conscience, he's already admiring you from above again. your hair, now messy and tangled, your flushed, sweat-soaked skin. there's nothing more pleasing to him than helping you come back down from your high. as if it wasn't him who stripped you away from every bit of your guilt and shame, ravaging you so intensely immediately afterwards, he gazed at your face with such an affectionate look in his eyes. everything about you felt so raw and real to him.

everything felt right.

[alexalblondo]

the energy this has

[brainrotcharacters]

If I knew "Hey Hugh, you wanna play Wolverine one more time?" "Yeah. Sure, Ryan." Would lead to this I would've jumped on the bandwagon sooner