#been in my drafts for a while :]

[penisbutterjellytime]

Got bored n made anotha RDR oc, a few months or so ago, for funsies

The border Collie is one of the few she kept from the family dogs litter.

text in the first pic ⬇️

Minerva "Minnie" Acherman A small farm girl. Worked a lot in the fields and did a lot of physical chores when she was younger (field work, milking cows, digging, churning butter, washing / laundry, some building, etc.) so she can lift a considerably large amount of weight with no sweat. Picking people up bridal style or by piggy back, man or women for a few minutes is a party trick she does often. When in camp, she is often seen doing chores like cutting firewood or helping Pearson skin animals or pick up bags, and other such physically laborious tasks as that's what's shes used to and lets her go on autopilot. Joined Van Der Gang through a series of shitty events. Her Grandparents dying, Then her dad, The farm being confiscated, She hopped from working farm to farm, maybe a factory job or two, building, etc. Any job that needed muscles and would take her, she took it. With her farming background blood, guts, and gore, isn't that unsettling for her as her father showed her the the slaughtering process as well as how to protect the cattle from predators, animal or human. Loves to talk, can't shut up when she starts, but tends too keep her mouth shut as she can be a bit blunt for the average person. She may look busy and hyper-focused on a task when attempting to talk to her, but I promise that she is as equally attentive, maybe more, to the conversation as she would be if she was sitting down. May be a negative to her social skills but a benefit for the gang as she can easily eaves drop on conversations, who don't believe anyone's listening. friends/friendly with: The girls; Tilly, Mary-Beth, Karen (Around the same ages + She's enjoys the gossip, theorizing, and shit talk, also enjoys seeing Mary-Beth get excited and explain the plots and twists in the stories she's reading / writing herself ), Kieran (The camps horsegirl ... self explanatory. For some reason reminds her of a kitten the families Barn cat had, would be picking him up by the scruff if she could), Pearson (reminds her of a mix of her dad and grandpa, even if it's just a little bit), oh yeah and the chickens (self explanatory).

[plutoslvr]

bruce: tim how come you don't tell me anything? im your father you should trust me, you used to trust me instincivly, when have I ever betrayed you-

tim: my 16th birthday

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

i dont want him to slay

i want him to be slain

[piperslovebot]

decided to recreate my 4x22 comic

icon/gif/pic credits go to  @candyswiz @tvdiariesedit @dailyrebekah @screensland @vampierps @cmcclain001 and @vd-gifs

[naiad-r]

Cage me like an animal A crown with gems and gold Eat me like a cannibal Chase the neon throne If I could only let go

Death pact, fulfilled.

[basiltonpitch]

worst feeling ever is when i agree with 99% of a post but then there's that 1% that makes me want to set fire to op's blog

[enbygirlblogging]

dear jayden,

I feel like I have so much to tell you about everything that’s been going on. I started uni, for one. Can you imagine? Me, in university. Is that not insane? Anyways, that’s a bit beside the point. I have so much to tell you about recent events.

First off, I re-met this girl named ----- from my marketing class. Turns out she goes to --- ---------- -- ------ too, which I am forever grateful for, because if not for her, I probably would have thrown myself out the window already, which I’m strictly prohibited by the university from doing. Her roommate --- is also very sweet, and I’m excited to be their friend. I’m a little scared I’m too weird for them, but I’m like… the coolest weird kid, right? So maybe I can pass as the weirdest cool kid for a while. Not that I would call us “cool” by any particular standard, but… you know what I mean.

Even though university’s been going pretty well, it’s not been without its hitches. The first residence they put me in gave me heatstroke and sent me to the hospital. I’m doing better now that they’ve moved me, both mentally and physically, although none of the faculty in this university is particularly good for anything. I waited three weeks for a woman named ------- to move me to a new residence (despite my aforementioned hospital visit), and the first day she went on vacation, I finally got moved. Shoutout to ------ for being the only helpful faculty member at this university.

Once I finally did get moved, I put a nametag up on my door with my interests and pronouns. I worked really hard on it. I put all my social medias, and I was really excited to make friends. I guess no one else cared though, because they were torn down by the next morning. They weren’t even up for twelve hours.

Now my parents are fighting about whether or not I should even stay at the university. My father thinks I’m going to get myself hurt by being honest about who I am, and though my mom agrees to an extent, she thinks it’ll be good for my mental health and my character to stick it out and stay here. Is it awful of me to say I think I like it better out here? My friends try their best to respect my new name and pronouns, and everyone’s been doing a far better job than my family, who were supposed to accept and respect me with open arms. And although I kind of do wish I’d bitten the bullet and properly transitioned back in high school, I’m not upset with where things are now. I mean, I am, but not as upset as I thought I would be. Which I guess is something of a start.

That night when my parents were fighting, I ran away from home for the first time. I told my mom first, so I don’t know if you can call it “running away” but my original intent was to stay at a mental hospital or homeless shelter for youth until things blew over. It didn’t even really occur to me that I could ask for help until my cousin offered for me to stay with him. Ironically, it wasn’t that I didn’t want to turn to people for help, but that I forgot I had anyone to turn to at all. I just figured I would have to handle it alone, like I’ve handled everything else in my life.

He let me stay at his place, and my mom came to pick me up the next morning. She was pissed out of her mind, but she knew I was still fairly unstable and didn’t start yelling. Honestly, I probably would have bolted into the woods if she did. Sorry if this letter is worrying you. I don’t mean to worry you. I’m okay. I promise. I mean, I do kind of need a hug, but I’ll give you the biggest, best hug next time I see you. I promise.

Anyway, I decided I hate everyone on my floor, and I hope they all leave me alone. It’s not so much that I’m scared, but that I’m sad, I guess. People didn’t even give me a shot. They didn’t even consider being my friend before they started to bully me. I just wanted to make friends and they didn’t even want to meet me before deciding I was the weird kid. I never wanted to be the weird kid. I thought I would be able to shed the title like old skin when I moved here, but I guess it’s stuck on me forever. Maybe I should take a page out of your book and fake it ‘till I make it. Act braver than I feel, and laugh whenever I feel like I’m about to cry. Strangely, that’s something you taught me, even back when I didn’t really like you. You taught me confidence. Or, at least how to fake it.

I gave another listen to this song I really like recently. Could Have Been Me by The Struts. In a strange way, it kind of gave me hope for the rest of my life that I didn’t have before. I guess it just makes me sad to know that these are the years my younger self dreamed of, and now that I’m here I want nothing more than to escape them. I think it would disappoint her to know that she lived the best part of our life already. That she’d already messed it all up. I think it might’ve been too much for her to take, if she knew.

Ah, sorry to get dark on you again. I guess I just miss you. I think I’m going to sign off for now, since it’s past midnight on a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and I have a 10AM class tomorrow/today that I really should attend for the first time in a million years. My professor probably thinks I’m such a slacker. Pfft. Watch, I’ll say that and he probably doesn’t even know my name.

…Jesus Christ, I’ve been writing for four pages. Joel, if you’re having to read this out loud to Jayden, I apologize on both mine and Jayden’s behalf. I promise I’ll go to bed.

…Right after I pretend to text you, Jayden (good God I am lonely).

Okay, okay, seriously. Bye. I love y’all.

- Hale

[terrifiedtrinket]

i was just talking to my dad about this the other day(a while ago now)

it’s genuinely so wild to me but also somehow i’m not surprised

people with bad media literacy are stinky

any xmen fan who is any type of phobic or ism has never read or watched any xmen content and clearly just hallucinated an entirely different plot with some characters they saw on the internet once because ain’t no way

How could Marvel fans especially X-men fans be homophobic or racist

The X-men have also been about fighting for equality and fighting against bigotry

They have also been a allegory for both civil rights and LGBTQ discrimination for a very long time

[disenchanteds]

I watched it begin again

[hinamie]

a tribute to celebrate the finale of the manga that has meant so much to me these past few years

[radarchives]

mc releasing their inner alpha

[coldranger]

Den and her new friend deserve a nap after dealing with that tunnel man

[caemidraws]

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[blorbosinmyheadcentral]

You have my whole (digital) heart

[a-mint-bear]

Make Me Yours

Male Yandere x Reader

Part 2: "Your One and Only"

"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.

"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...

The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.

"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."

You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.

"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"

Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.

~ Somewhere very close by...~

His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.

As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?

He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.

. . .

It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.

But that didn't mean you were alone.

"Hey..."

You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.

He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.

"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year and…"

He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.

"That's okay, uh..."

He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.

He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.

"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."

He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.

"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."

He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...

"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."

He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.

Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.

This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...

Good.

You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.

You asked him to tell you what he wanted.

You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.

"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."

He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.

"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."

He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.

He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.

So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.

You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.

The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.

"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."

His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.

"Make me yours."

[puppyclover]

Bluey Rain Stimboard!