#arse in that it was actual shit

[walshball]

I awake covered in sweat, gasping in the dark. A terrible nightmare, that I followed a club called “the Arsenal” in the clutches of a psychotic Swedish man. It was so real… but no, just a dream. I turn over into the arms of my dear wife and fall into a peaceful slumber.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[good--merits-accumulated]

white cis gays hemming and hawing about not wanting to vote because every party is "basically the same" might actually be my mortal enemy

[auspicioustidings]

Breeding w/ Soap

-your wife 🫶

"Beautiful boy" Rudy mumbled.

Alejandro had to agree with his pack mate. They were a two alpha pack (although at one time perhaps they had thought they might have a third, a female alpha with a kink for chaos and beautiful brown eyes) and had never dreamed of this scenario. The omega of the 141 pack presenting for them, sunken into the nest he had made in their home, his hole twitching at Rudy's praise and his back stretched deliciously for them to see every muscle with his face pressed to Ghost's mask.

"Are you sure?" Ale asked, hesitantly crouching over and running his hand through Soap's hair, earning a purr which went straight to his dick.

" 'course I'm sure. You've saved my pack's lives more than once, we want tae dae this for ye. And Price disnae have much love of having a pup, but he is desperate tae see me swell with one. Gaz says when his sister was pregnant she was barely oot her nest, always gaggin' for her alphas."

Ale about held it together, but Rudy couldn't hold back the bark of laughter. It was so very like the 141 one to go this far for one of their Captain's passing fancies. And it was very telling of Soap's own desire to spend 9 months getting his soul fucked out that when he spoke about it slick started drooling out of his hole. Ale being crouched by his head couldn't see it, but fuck could he smell it. Weirdest omega scent in the world, the smell of gun oil, engine grease and fire.

"Did your alpha explain what we needed?" Ale asked.

"Just said ye wanted a pup. Think I ken how it works Ale."

"We want the pup to be ours."

"Aye."

"Both of ours."

"Should think so."

"Ale is trying to ask if you can take both our knots at once Soap" Rudy said, too hard now to watch Ale take so long talking about this.

The burst of scent and slick was too much. Rudy groaned long and low, finding himself buried in Soap's cunt to the root before he had even realised he had moved. It was so wet, so hot and tight. There was nothing like omega slick, nothing like an omega pussy strangling his cock. He was going to tear this creature apart, sink his cock so deep in him that it would fundamentally change him.

He didn't know how long he had been hammering into Soap when Ale's barked order finally had him slowing.

"Enough Sergeant! You knot him without me and I'll whip your ass raw!"

Not stop then. He could accept that. He could wait, help Ale get situated beneath the squirming and whining omega so he could start pressing in beside him. Soap bit into Ale's peck, not a claiming bite, but one meant to try and muffle the keening noises that were spilling from him.

The stretch was unlike anything he had ever known. Why hadn't they done this before? Fuck when he was back home the first thing he was doing was getting on his knees and begging his alphas to fuck his cunt at the same time. Could he take all three of them in his arse? Three knots tearing him apart while he'd no doubt be straining against the cage on his own cock (because anytime they tried something exciting and new Ghost would lock it on him and revel in how he cried over it).

The idea was hot sure, but as Ale growled and pushed past the resistance he thought he was going to fucking die at the stretch. Fuck. His poor pussy would be gaping forever.

"Fuuuck Ale, his ass is trying to suck me in. Mierda, I can feel you throbbing" Rudy moaned, hips pistoning.

"You can take it can't you omega? You're a good boy who's going to take our knots hm?"

Soap didn't even have the energy to bite anymore, instead just laying limp against Ale and drooling on his chest. He was a good boy, a good omega, the best.

"Ye'll tell my alphas?"

"Yes sweet boy, we'll tell them how good you were" Rudy purred, moving one hand from Soap's hip to pet his hair and delighting at how he tightened up at the praise.

No doubt his pack made him earn praises, but it wasn't their style. Ale and Rudy loved pampering him, loved how easy it was to make him melt and tighten and slick for them with just a few words of adoration. Poor thing, they shouldn't spoil him too much or Ghost would have a field day with him when he got home. Although maybe that was the idea.

"W-want it! Gie me knots! Both of them! Fuck it's so much."

"Shh carino, you just sit pretty and let us take care of you. Let us give that pretty pussy what it needs" Ale said.

And then they let him fucking have it. It hadn't felt like they had been holding back before, but Soap suddenly felt like their cocks were tearing a hole straight through to his fucking womb and trying to settle in his guts. He could barely breathe, just having to sob and whine and try gulp in oxygen while they ruined him.

And then he felt the hard knots of them pressing for entry. The pressure broke, their knots pushed inside and Soap came harder than he ever had in his life.

"Good boy, fucking good boy" Rudy growled, straining as his knot locked in jammed next to Ale's and they both drowned Soap with their cum.

He collapsed on Soap's back, glad that they were pupping a male omega and not some soft female who he'd have to be careful not to crush.

"Did so well Soap, fuck you took us so well."

"I'd save your breath Rudy, he's out" Ale chuckled.

Rudy shifted and looked to find that Soap was, in fact, fully out. For a moment he was worried before Soap gave a small contented chuff, mumbled something about puppies and then started purring up a storm.

Beautiful fucking boy.

[seypia]

"stop talking, you're only going to upset me"

[thepunkmuppet]

decided to grow my shitty ass ratty ass hair out. gonna blame gerard way and his pesky gender when it inevitably looks god awful for a good couple months before I can start to look cool

[tarraxahum]

Piracy discourse is always so incredibly funny to me as someone who learned to pirate almost instantly upon starting using the Internet. Well, okay, maybe a couple years later. At most.

'Well I don't want to support this service but how will I watch my favorite show without a subscription' Torrents go brrrrrrr I dunno what to say to ya

[nikolai-alexi]

Some Homophobic/Transphobic Arsehole: *harassing Regulus after he’s outted* what are you? a boy or a girl?

Regulus: *unphased and petty* do you wanna do a questionnaire so you can find out or kiss and figure out how you feel afterwards?

[plantsjustwannahavefun]

Yeah, Izzy can be a right dick sometimes most of the time. But you know what? He's NEVER made fun of another character's name. Whenever he hates someone or is pissed off with them, he'll cuss them out, use every swear word in his toolbox (which isn't a very large selection, but who needs variety when you're capable of growling out twat like he does?), hold nothing back.. but he'll leave their names alone. Not once did he call Stede "Steve" or "Baby Bonnet" or another nickname he thought of himself, even though Stede called him "Iggy" right in his face. It was always just "Bonnet". He saved that informality for Stede alone, everyone else he always called Mr Last-Name, like the stickler for professionalism that he was. He humoured Pete's "Black Pete" moniker, even though it was clearly a reference to Blackbeard and Izzy barely even considered Pete to be a real pirate. He even respected Jim's pronouns.

All the while having to listen to people call him "Iggy", "Izzy the Spewer", "Jizzy" and "Dizzy Izzy" to his face. The only person on the ship who didn't treat his name as a joke was Ed. His own nickname for him, "Iz", was meant to be affectionate, not mocking. In turn, Izzy loved being the only person allowed to called him "Ed" because he felt like he'd earned it. Names were important to him, they meant something. Being the only person allowed to call Blackbeard "Ed" was one of the things he'd cherished most about his position. Having Stede barge into Ed's life and "steal" the nickname Izzy saw as his, without earning it with decades of loyal service like Izzy had, felt like the worst kind of betrayal. And then the crew started doing it too in ep. 10, and that was just too much for Izzy. Names had power, and the name "Blackbeard" was Ed's armour, his protection. And he just threw it away. That was the last straw. That's when Izzy finally snapped. If Blackbeard was now just "Ed" to everyone, then Izzy wasn't special anymore. Their relationship wasn't special anymore.

I think after the toe scene and Ed's turn to "the Kraken", he didn't let Izzy call him "Ed" or "Edward" anymore. And it broke Izzy's heart. That's when he knew that he fucked up, truly fucked it all up. He never wanted this. When he said "I serve Blackbeard, not Edward", he was desperately trying to bring "Blackbeard" back, but he didn't think he would lose "Edward".

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

Cringe is dead! i was rereading town called malice and i realized that other than some wonkier than usual grammar and punctuation i was actually really happy with this- especially as a showcase for how people who dont know who cecio really is think about him, and fall for his lies.

When i first posted it to ao3 i did it quietly bc part of me cringed at doing oc & canon character stuff, especially when its someone Cecios worked his charms on, but fuck that<3 Leone Abbacchio can make the bad decision that is trusting Cecio and Cecio can make the not so bad [yet] decision to be kind and vulnerable for once. more pre slash than proper slash and nothing sexier than smokeing together on cecios bed happens.

Cecio says he's his mother's son, but does he mean the hazy memories of her, or Celia? Either way, he's just like Celia. Clawing his way to the top with everything he has, not caring who he steps on in his relentless quest for survival. Dragging others down just to get further up. But that's not what happens this time. This time, he’s just letting himself care, letting himself be soft- and even honest- for once. The man falls anyway. But that's getting ahead of ourselves, right now its a scorching summer afternoon, Cecio and Leone are just off work, and Cecio is about to share one of his greatest secrets and a carton of cigs with Leone.

[detectivenyx]

indie horror tier list but i designed it specifically to reflect my actual opinions piss off everyone

[dvilsdesire]

// As Haarlep proves in game, garments and clothes on fiends can just poof within an instant, so I'm just thinking devils are pretty much naked all the time and clothes are an illusion to just make them fit in and be socially acceptable X'D (helps when changing forms if it IS an illusion).

Also, ascended versions pretty much show they're monsters, so they only really need clothes when they're humanoid?

[bluebudgie]

Fun fact: 2 years ago Lou and I decided to play through the entire* FF series together. And liveblog it all on twitter. The plan worked just fine until we finished FF4 and made the grave mistake to play FF4: The After Years. We're still there. I want to move on. Forget about this mistake in gaming history. But my girlfriend is stubborn and wants to finish this pile of garbage. Like we could be playing FF5 right now but instead every few months we look at each other and go "we're still in the final dungeon of the after years". And then do nothing about it

I feel like we could have gone through the whole series during the time we stalled getting it over with this stupid spin off.

*possibly stopping after 12, maybe 13 if we /really/ feel it or find a way to play it (my ps3 refuses to read the disc. like it just blocked me from ever beating the final boss)

[captainshadowshifter]

I take it back can I just do the king trial again WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BOSS-

[hella1975]

there's this one girl at work who thinks she's the Waitress Supreme literally is convinced the goddess of waitresses shat her out and stuck her in a barely-functioning pub in the arsecrack of england and today i was soooo poorly and sickly and weak and feeble literally on death's door cough coughu oug h etc and still had to do a 12-10 shift bc i need MONEY, so safe to say i was not in the mood for her omd. like this girl is not a manager. she is not even a supervisor. she is a student that, while working full-time, comes and goes in regards to her studies. so tell me WHY she tries to give me orders as if she's not only in a position to do so but also like she's singlehandedly running the fucking military. 'that cutlery hasn't been polished yet' 'why are you making drinks for the chefs when there's tables to clear' 'B2 havent had their menus'. all incredibly valid points when you give each problem at least 2 minutes to naturally resolve itself AND the problem in question is in your section AND you speak to people with a friendly, helpful tone instead of the most patronising bitchy voice you ever heard. i wanted to kill her dead i literally had to just ignore her every time she spoke to me even if it did come across rude like it was either that or lose my job to an ABH charge.

[swagyna]

you guys im out here. and i wish i wasn't. i wish i could rewind to 15 minutes ago before remembering this shit.

it's all coming back to me. why, WHY am i talking to her still.