#but just. holy fuckign shit

[meowthiroth]

welp, guess I'm an android user now

...it's been a Day

[sceebybeeby]

⚠️the book of bill spoils, blood⚠️

"Hey, brother, it's Sixer."

[quirkle2]

i would literally kill a man for her.

[stardatez3ro]

not to out myself as a bridgerton enjoyer but OH MY GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY MADE BISEXUAL BENEDICT CANON THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY EVER .FOR 2 DAMN SEASONS I WAS LIKE "theyre never gonna make it canon :(" AND THE MAD BASTARDS DID IT .THEY FUCKIN DID IT

[i3utterflyeffect]

anyway i want to ask y'all: just how many things do you think stick!noogai and n!gold strap drawn rockets to before noogai gets himself hurt with his shenanigans. there's no way they only did it to the bike.

[doodlboy]

Insane abt these outfits tbh

[unknownarmageddon]

cross felt like kicking rocks.

there was no other way to describe it, he just wanted to kick rocks.

he was bored. so damn bored.

day in day out, it was just the stale air, looped crackly music, and that stupid, shrill chime every time the door opened and the next customer shuffled in.

it was so boring.

"come again," he muttered, tearing off the receipt and slapping it in the woman's hand, dropping her change with it.

she didn't answer him, or really even seem to acknowledge that he was a person, just taking her bag, grabbing her devil of a child and pulling them away from the candy rack, and leaving.

cross stared out the glass door, his eyes darting around, from the rumbling train across the street to the rundown shack sitting beside the old snowcone shop, and then to the trees, where he could see the red glow of the setting sun.

the gas station lights flickered on outside over the gas pumps.

the employees door creaked open, and his coworker, a rough looking rabbit monster with ragged fur, well into his forties, limping in.

"sweet syg, kid, you look like you're gonna bash yer' skull in," the guy muttered upon seeing cross, and cross wanted to laugh. he had been considering it.

"slow day, k.p."

"ain't it always?"

it was routine. k shoved his ears though his cap, pulled on his apron, and put his nametag on, and they swapped places. cross caught flashes of k's golden tooth, the rather unpleasant monster's expression already set in a snarl.

his snout wrinkled up as an rv rolled up outside, parking longways over three different parking spots. campers.

"good luck, cape," cross offered, and the guy spat on the floor, his foot thumping. his ears twisted as the doors opened, that annoying chirp beeping to announce entry.

cross ducked out the back, leaving k. if he were in a better mood, he'd stay behind to offer some tolerable company, but he was in a foul mood himself.

cross's old truck sputtered, coughing to life, and he backed out of his spot, pulling around the gas station, wincing at the group of six he could see inside the gas station.

the drive home was, as always, uninteresting, cross's mouth set in a bitter line.

two weeks.

he pulled into the a parking lot, going straight to his usual spot, closest to the stairs that went up to his apartment. the car turned off with a click, and cross sat in the dark cab, staring out the window, his hands resting on the steering wheel.

two. weeks.

his knuckles creaked and he slipped his hands from the steering wheel, snatching up a bag from the middle seat and opening his door. he slid out of his truck, slamming the door and locking it, shoving his keys into his pocket, his jaw set.

he started up the stairs, damn near stomping, the phrase in his head still, bouncing around. two weeks, two weeks, two weeks.

cross unlocked his door with jerky movements, swinging it open and shutting it harshly behind him, twisting the deadlock over and kicking his shoes off.

cigarette smoke.

two weeks.

cross didn't bother taking his jacket off then, his grip on his bag tightening, and he started into the apartment, prowling into the living room, immediately looking at the fire escape-

"cross," killer greeted, and cross threw down his bag, shedding his jacket as he stormed across the room, hurling his jacket aside and grabbing killer by the arm, yanking killer into the room. the cigarette tumbled down into the pavement down below.

killer yelped, fully just falling backwards, the only reason the two of them didn't fall over being that cross kept going, dragging killer to his couch.

"where the fuck have you been!" cross hissed, and killer looked like he'd been slapped, clearly caught off guard.

"wh-"

"you said two weeks," cross snapped, and oh how badly he wanted to hit killer. to knock him upside the head, hopefully knocking some sense into that thick skull.

"two weeks!!" cross held up two fingers in killer's face, and killer leaned away from cross's shaking hand, that stupid, stupid grin on his face, like he didn't care.

"aw, didja miss me that much, baby?"

cross grabbed killer by the collar, dragging him up to snarl in his face, "it's been three fucking months, killer!! THREE."

"work got a little busy, sweetheart, it's not that-"

cross kissed him, and killer went stiff, his fingers digging into cross's arm in surprise. cross was burning hot with his anger, demanding. killer's eyes started to slip shut, grip relaxing slightly, giving in to the demand cross pushed against him, opening up easily, eager as always.

a growl rumbling in cross's chest, and then killer was hissing, and jerking back, though he didn't get far. cross's teeth dug into killer's tongue, holding him in place, and killer pushed at cross's chest, patting him aggressively. this was not sexy, just weird and painful, and--

cross bit him harder, for good measure, and let go, and killer immediately retracted his tongue, covering his mouth as well with a bitter expression, rubbing at his teeth.

cross glared at him, and killer met him with a glare of his own, finally reading the room, and he still didn't seem apologetic one bit.

the asshole.

"you know i don't like broken promises."

"i never fuckin' promised you nothin'."

liar.

"you said you'd be back in two weeks," cross repeated, releasing killer and letting him fall back onto the couch. killer grunted, quick to push himself back up, loathe to even look like he was giving up any ground.

"i never promised that."

"so you've said."

killer scowled, and pushed himself up from the couch, "what is your deal?? the fuck did i do to you??"

"i fucking waited for you, do you know how fucking-" cross bit his tongue, and shook his head, turning away with a low growl, muttering under his breath, before he said, "you can't fucking vanish on me."

killer bristled, and his soul wobbled, jagged around the edges for a moment. "as if that's something new? we've been friends for how long? you should know by now that i tend to vanish whenever i fucking please."

"you can't vanish on me after the way you fucking--"

cross ran a hand over his skull, his expression frustrated, as he blurted, "you scared me, you asshole."

killer, the fucker, his immediate response was to snort, and coo, "so you did miss me? aww, crossyyy."

"of course i fucking missed you," cross snapped, "it's been fuckin- you-"

there it was. the wobble in his voice. he was clinging to his anger but the relief at seeing killer back, unharmed, was really working against him.

"next time, don't fucking- don't tell me you'll only be two weeks and then not come back," cross muttered irately, and killer slid himself right up into cross's space, rising up to kiss at cross's jaw with featherlight pecks, and cross huffed, grabbing killer by the elbow and manhandling him where he could duck down and kiss him proper.

killer hummed, petting cross's cheek, almost patronizing, but cross knew him. he could hear the faint note of genuine affection in killer's tone as he pulled back, chuckling. "you're such a fuckin sappy dork."

cross knocked their foreheads together, "i've only just changed my mind about kicking you out, don't push it."

-storytime anon

rental suits....

i did not know at ALL where to take this dude this story wrote itself

OUHHHHHH??? FUCKING BANGER DUDE

[simcardiac-arrested]

WHAT IN THE FUCK A PLANE JUST FLEW RIGHT ABOVE MY HOUSE?

[byanyan]

love when one tiny shitty thing is enough to fuck an otherwise okay night :/

[wittymumbledon]

literally trembling on the floor after reading that one page spread of the book and hearing "Your Stupid Face" playing in your mind creates for. such a tonal dissonance

[seepweed]

HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCK BRUV 😭😭😭😭😭😭 just found out that „npd flag“ means „pride flag for people with narcissistic personality disorder“ AND DOES NOT IN FACT mean the NPD-Party-Flag, which would be one of the most widely recognised nazi symbols in post-nazi-regime germany

[snepmaxxing]

hello rogue legacy 2 fans i have finished the game and i am so insane about Abel

[3416]

Mitch Marner Media Availability | 11.03.23

[nucleqr]

guys. you guys. you guuuuys, you guys, youGUYS,!! YOU GUYS??

[doodle-girl]

OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS??????? LET'S GO?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!!!!!!

[boo-moved]

I am this close to blocking everyone on that post