#c: puddin

[pollyna]

au in which somebody says they saw Iceman Kazansky hugging a woman longer than necessary, and it becomes the scuttlebutt of the year and then of the year after when she goes to a Navy event with him.

By the time a third person sees them, drinking coffee together, they entire Navy is convinced that Admiral Kazansky is now married and that it should stay a secret. Between him, his wife, and the entire Navy.

It funny, because none of them know how right they are, how he's married, and has a kid who looks nothing like him but has his same temper. But, Ice thinks, while 2010 ends and 2011 begins, let them believe it's as they say, just for a little while longer.

[puckofparis]

Had a few thoughts about squirting with Quinn, goblin whore brain ran away with it

CW’s for: dom!Quinn being a meanie, squirting, use of the word daddy, potential disobedience 

“I can’t-” you panted,  “‘s too much I-” You were gasping, arching against the bed as Quinn tried to rip another orgasm from you.

He swatted your hand away from his wrist when you went to grab it, “i c-c-can't-” he mocked, lip jutting out in a fake pout, “i thought this is what you wanted, sweetheart. Should I stop?” he asked.

He knew the answer was no. He always knew exactly how to give you what you needed, and he knew you needed him to keep going, even if it meant turning you into a babbling mess to get you there. 

He was driving you crazy. His teasing words echoing in your mind as pleasure rippled through you. The sensation of his hands on you felt like you were being set aflame. It built, and built, and built. 

He wanted you to cum. Wanted to feel your release coat his fingers, hell, coat his entire arm, his bed, his mouth. 

You wanted to cry, your body completely overwhelmed with the feel of him. Your eyes were shut tight against the feeling when you felt his other hand roughly grab your jaw, forcing your gaze towards him. 

A smirk formed on his lips as he watched you thrash beneath him again. “Your sweet Quinny will come back once you give daddy what he wants” he said softly, his lips beginning to run a trail of hot wet kisses down your neck.

His gentle kisses turned to harsh bites as he moved down towards your dripping pussy. The marks he was leaving behind were already blooming, purples and red bruises dotted your skin. 

His lips finally sucking on your clit was the thing that brought you right to the edge, vision fuzzy with unshed tears, head light from exhaustion. “Please daddy, please please please-” you babbled out, knowing that if the word didn't at least leave your mouth he’d make you pay tenfold. 

His eyes blinking up at you was the only response to your pleas, his mouth still full, tongue lapping at your clit. 

Your thighs squeezed around him as your orgasm wrecked you, walls clenching around his fingers like a vice. You could hear it spraying, wet lewd sounds filling the room. The waves of it sent white hot shocks through you. 

His mouth worked overtime against you, trying to catch every last drop of your release as you let go, completely surrendering to the pleasure, surrendering to him. 

Only when it was over, your body laying back against the pillows, legs relaxing, completely spent, did you register that he was speaking to you. 

“DId i say you could cum, puddin?” 

[kamotecue]

Caitlin Foord x reader: Reader and Caitlin are secretly dating but the internet kind of knows what’s going on. A kiss after the France v aus world Cup game shocks the world and confirms their relationship

breaking the internet ❁ c. foord

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

if there was a way to describe how you’re feeling, you’d say displeased and out of sorts. perhaps it was the way you had just gotten knocked out of the world cup by the matildas.

you chuckled, hurt at the fact that your team had lost—to a penalty shootout. the aussies are a formidable team, you know as ellie carpenter who had been in the same club as you.

the blonde had took a seat beside you, as she knew what it was like to lose a game—an important one at that.

“well played, el.” your thick french accent was heard, ellie gave you a small hum as you played with your fingers.

“you did as well, n/n. however, i think a certain teammate of mine would like to talk to you.” ellie said, as you both had looked over to where the high-spirited trio were.

caitlin had a soft gaze on you, while she maintained a small conversation with lanna and macca.

“right, thanks el.” you heard her hum as you slowly stood up, dusting your shorts as you made your way to caitlin, the aussie who happened to steal your heart.

“mind if i borrow her, ladies?” your soft voice was heard, as alanna brought you into her arms, always one for comforting she is. while the goalkeeper had given you a small smile, which you had returned.

“i’m yours.” caitlin said, as lanna had separated from you—jokingly gagging at her friend’s sweet words. while the other party had her nose scrunched at her friend’s cheesiness.

you gave a shy smile, never one to have public affection in front of others. it was just subtle hand holding, or words of affirmation. it was the way you both had disregarded the people in the stadium, despite the noises from the crowd—you only paid attention to her.

“i’m sorry, puddin.” caitlin said, as you shook your head.

“you don’t need to apologize, ma moitié. [my better half]” her heart swooned at the endearment as she held your hand, swinging it softly. you knew the fans would go crazy, the edits that they would make.

the two of you weren’t exactly out as a couple, but fans from both teams had suspected it. yet the fans weren’t expecting it, no one was rather.

you had come to a stop, caitlin had noticed as she furrowed her eyebrows, analyzing your next move.

breaking the internet with a kiss was one thing—you wrapped your arms around the taller girl’s neck, pulling her a bit closer and gently locking her lips with yours.

the sudden screams from the fans as they had finally witness the two of you come out as a couple. macca and alanna glanced with a teasing look, before focusing back on the fans.

you felt caitlin grinning into the kiss, of course she would. she had been wanting to go public, but you were a bit hesitant. she had wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you even closer—as you hummed into the kiss.

she was yours, and you were hers. each others to protect.

[gothamite-rambler]

Joker hung upside down, caught in a trap Harley had set up to capture him. He thrashed around, failing to wiggle his feet free from the tight bindings.

Joker: Get me down!

Harley (enjoying a giant pretzel): Not until Batman arrives. I love these giant pretzels, I got one with cheese inside. All for me... and none for you.

Harley chuckled at her ex’s bad luck while munching on her giant pretzel.

Joker (rudely, trying to break Harley): You stupid failure! How long are you going to convince yourself that he wants to be your friend? He doesn’t trust or like you! It’s all an act!

Harley: It's not, but ya don’t wanna believe that.

Joker (taunting): You really think he forgives you for all the shit you did? For me, no less! Unlikely! He’s just waiting for you to slip, and then you’ll come crawling back to me!

Harley (chewing on a bite of pretzel): I’ve thought about that. Forgiveness? I’m not so sure. I have to show progress on changin' for the better. I’ve done aight, but he won’t fully trust me, and that’s fine.

Harley took another bite of her pretzel, mulling it over more.

Harley: See, people like Batman, Oracle, or Red Hood, after the trauma you put them through, that I took part in sometimes, I don’t doubt they worry I might betray them. My mind isn’t quite the same since my dip in your toxin, but they still stay friends with me. I get that’s an odd concept for you.

Joker: Oh please, it takes just one bad day to turn a friend into a foe.

Harley: One bad day? I always see it as a tippin' point. My tippin' point was thinkin' ya actually wanted to love me and that you made sense. That was my mistake. Oh and that time I dipped in vanilla puddin'. naked. Learned the hard way what can give ya a yeast infection.

Joker pouted angrily, crossing his arms.

Harley: Ya know the best thing about bein' friends with Batman and Oracle? Despite me being a loose cannon, crazy, and a failed psychiatrist, they keep me around. They talk to me, ask for advice, invite me to dinner parties. I like bein' friends with good guys.

Joker (snide): Oh please, don’t make me vomit.

Harley: You’re hangin' upside down so I'm surprised you haven’t spewed chunks yet.

Joker swiped at Harley, attempting to knock her pretzel out of her hand.

Joker: That cheese-filled pretzel will go straight to your thighs, then Ivy will leave you! I was the best man you ever had.

Harley (mocking): You weren’t even the best sexual partner I’ve had. That goes to Ivy and my first college boyfriend.

Joker accidentally spun away from her, frustrated.

Joker: Harley, you are— I can’t insult you while I’m facing away from you!

Harley walked over, keeping a safe distance but maintaining her wide grin.

Joker: Thank you! You aren’t a loose cannon; you’re just annoying! And you’re not just crazy, you’re an unhinged clinger! An ugly clown whore I settled for.

Harley (shrugging unfazed): Okay.

Joker (angry that Harley isn’t crying): You were my worst henchwoman!

Harley (hand on her hip): I was. Guilty as charged.

Joker: And you pestered me all the time!

Harley: My love for you blinded my rational thinking, so I understand the critique.

Joker (thinking): You… you have acne!

Harley: Nice try, puddin’, but my skincare routine speaks otherwise. What else ya got?

Joker: Why aren’t you bothered by my scathing words?

Harley: I stopped seein' you as a threat. You want me to cry with taunts and teases? I’m not givin' you that, not my tears, and not my pussy. Although, that might be for the best.

Joker: Shut it!

Harley: It’s reserved for Pamela. She’s the best.

Joker (shouting, enraged): Stop saying that every time we meet!

Just then, Batman approached the former couple, holding a giant pretzel of his own.

Harley (eager): You got one too!

Batman (monotone): Yeah, they’re actually pretty good. Has he been bothering you?

Harley: Tryin' and failin'. He’s all yours. Glad I could help.

Batman: I am too, Harley. That’s why we’re friends.

Joker: Oh, sweet pitiful Joker! Stop this torture! Just take me to my usual cell at Arkham! This friendship’s making me sick—apart from hanging upside down—

Batman tossed a batarang that cut the rope suspending Joker’s feet. The failed clown dropped to the ground like a sack of dirt.

Joker: You guano stain! Can you at least beat me up?

Batman: Nope.

Batman grabbed his bound legs and dragged him across the ground, ensuring Joker was facing up.

Batman: My friend says he can help you find a dress for the dinner party, because the one you showed him was too revealing.

Harley (accepting that and playfully elbowing Batman): That tracks. Tell him I’m okay with that.

[sweetlylonging]

joyousx -> joyous-xoxo -> joyousluvsdolly -> sweetlylonging

HAIIII!!! I'm back!!! >w< It's SOOOO SO SOOO lovely to see so many new faces!!!!! I've missed u all THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS MUCH!!!!!

🩷 Name(s) : Avel, Moa, Tawny, Smitten, Keomi, Elliott, Naomi

🩷 Pronouns : he/puddin/paw/fluff/they/it/sh♡/h♡/th♡y/gumdrop/chu/cuddle/floof/pop/cyu/twick/twock/steam/icing/mao/nom/thump/cherry/sweet/bomb/flutter/lovebyte/cinna/cher/chewy/melo/🏩/🍮/🍦

🩷 My main source/id is Moa from Show By Rock!! Pretty plz no source twins of her!!!

🩷 My main F/O is Peppermint Cookie from Cookie Run (SIDEBLOG)

🩷 CisIDs : puppyboy, male, pansexual, yandere, autistic, bpd, adhd, anxiety, c-ptsd, disabled, mute, claws, angel, high sympathy, owner, psychosis, survivor of a lot, fangs

🩷 Terms I've coined!! : TransNonhumanCannibal , PermaBloodyTeeth , TransHauntedDoll , TransLostFootage , Berriharmful , Panharmful , TransDecaying, TransSkrunkly

🩷 TAKEN!!!

Body :

TransRazorTeeth, TransPinkBlood, TransEyeGouge, PermaBloodStain, Multihearted, Candyscentian, TransHighPainTolerance, TransAlbino, TransTongue, TransAge, Lovepotibloodic, PermaSugarRush, PermaRabies

Harm :

TransStalker, TransCannibal, TransGhostface, TransDangerous, TransKidnapper, TransSerialKiller, TransGr00mer, TransAbvser, $nuffcreate, PermaVictim, Berriharmful, TransArsonist, TransButcher, TransTCCKiller

Species :

TransZombie, TransTransBJD

Profession :

TransDoctor, TransTaxidermist, TrisHockeyPlayer

Race :

Cassrace

Misc :

TransPermaCollar, TrisOwner, TrisDerere, TransPermaMissing, NullDisabled, TransHoly, TransAnimeCharacter

All my rq identities: 🩷 (this will ALWAYS be updated when new identities are gained, the Tumblr list won't be!!! ^^;)

👊 - sadism - attraction to others in pain/hurting others

🩸 - haemotophilia - attraction to blood

🫀 - emapihtophilia - attraction to gxre

🔪 - oplophilia - attraction to weapons

⛓️ - apagophilia - attraction to k1dnapping

🥩 - metephilia - attraction to meat

📖 - fictophilia - attraction to the fictional

⚰️ - necroph1lia - attraction to the dexd

🦴 - erotophonophilia - attraction to mvrder

🍬 - aptophilia - attraction to gr00ming

👁 - vigiliaphilia - attraction to stalking

🔫 - hoplophilia - attraction to gvns

👻 - spectrophlia - attraction to ghosts

🫶 - angaliaphilia - attraction to cuddling

🔖🗺️ - ficto-MAP - attraction to fictional minors

💭🔪 - pecattiphilia - attraction to "thought crimes"

💊 - peiramaphilia - attraction to experimenting

🐶🐾 - canine zoo - attractions to canines

🦖🐾 - dino zoo - attraction to dinosaurs

[novankenn]

Imagine the Arc sisters(Harley arc family) Each pick a girl they think would be best ro date their brother while the girls look on in confusion and Jaune is just blushing in the corner. (Bonus points if none of the crazy sisters pick Pyrrha but Saffron quietly tells Pyrrha she is rooting for her. Also everyone dunking on Weiss.)

Jaune was hiding, behind the locked door of his dorm's bathroom, as the entirety of his immediate family... YES all of them... was currently having a "discussion " in the common room about his love life.

Mama (Harley Quinn) Arc: Girls... GIRLS!

The arguing voices quieted.

Mama Arc: Now we ALL know that our love-bunny-wunny has a hard time speaking to girls, and let's be honest that's because of us. I mean how can he EVER hope to find anyone as perfect for him as we are!

Arc Sisters: DAMN RIGHT!

Mama Arc: Now, be that as it may, our puddin' needs someone to watch over him, to cuddle, pamper and hold him when none of us are around... so... please present your personally chosen candidates. Jinx...

Jinx: That's me!

Mama Arc: You're first.

Jinx: the choice is simple. He needs someone chaotic and energetic. Someone that will always remind him of us so... I chose...

Nora: ME??? But I'm with Re...

Jinx: We offer explosives, pancakes and breaking stuff!

Nora: That include legs?

Jinx: Of Course!

Nora: I'm IN!

Mama Arc: Interesting choice. Tiny Tina you're next. Who do you...

Tiny Tina: SHE WAS MY CHOICE!!!! Mom Jinx took my idea!

Jinx: Snooze you loose!

Mama Arc: Girls behave! No fighting!

Jinx & Tiny Tina: Sorry.

Mama Arc: Do you have a second choice?

Tiny Tina: Well...

Ruby: ME!?!?!?

Tiny Tina: Yeppers.

Ruby: Why?

Tiny Tina: You're smart, cute, adorable, and like guns. You're almost as perfect... no on second thought you are PERECT!!

Ruby: Um... thank you?

Mama Arc: You are right she is adorably cute, and oh I can just see the GRANDBABIES!!!

Ruby: EEP!!!

Mama Arc: Saphron, you're next.

Saphron: I refuse. We have no right to be interfering in Jaune's love life, and besides we came here to SEE Jaune, not matchmake!

Mama Arc: We can do both dear, but I accept you decision.

Saphron: (Whispering) You better make your move soon red...

Pyrrha: (Whispering) What?

Saphron: (Whispering) You heard me. Make your move... I'm rooting for you.

Pyrrha: (Whispering) Ah... um... th...thank... you?

Mama Arc: Now while Saphron plots like a traitor, you're up Rebecca.

Rebecca: The girl I picked is the best! She's the strong silent type and kick ass enough to keep Jaune safe from everything, even man stealing homewrecking hussies!

Neo: 😵‍💫⁉️😵‍💫

Mama Arc: Is she okay?

Rebecca: She's... hey! Get back here!

Neo: 😝🤑😝

Mama Arc: No shooting in the hallways!!! Ah whatever. Joan...

Joan: Jeanne and I are making a joint choice for Jaune.

Jeanne: That is correct, and we expect everyone to respect and accept our... choice.

Mama Arc: You mean suggestion.

Joan & Jeanne: Choice.

Mama Arc: Okay. And who is this... choice?

Joan & Jeanne: Her!

Yang: ME?!?!?

Joan & Jeanne: Yes. You.

Yang: But I don't like VB like that!

Joan & Jeanne: VB?

Yang: It's Jaune's nickname...

Ruby & Weiss: Don't Yang!

Yang: ... Vomit Boy.

Joan: We may have made a mistake.

Jeanne: We must correct it.

Yang: Huh?

Joan: Burning at the stake?

Jeanne: It is fitting.

Jeanne and Joan each hook one of Yang's arms and start walking out of the room with her.

Yang: Hey! Unhand me! Let me go!

Mama Arc: Saphron, can you get Jaune and get a stay of execution, please dear?

Saphron: Yes, mom. Come on Red, let's get you... partner.

Mama Arc: Saphron.... any way. Utena you're next.

Utena: Jaune needs someone adventurous and exotic, and I choose her!

Blake: ME????

Utena: Yes.

Blake: But why?

Utena: Cause.

Blake: That's not a reason!

Mama Arc: Ah, Utena IF Blake is your suggestion, why are you holding Ms... Schnee's hand?

Utena: She's seen the error of her ways... but needs some more correction...

Weiss: Help me?

Mama Arc: Ah... Utena... fine. But don't break her too much. She has classes in the morning.

Weiss: Help me?

Mama Arc: Well as I have seen your choices, I shall reveal mine as well. I choose... HER!

Glynda: I... refuse! This is unacceptable!

Mama Arc: My puddin' needs a mature and motherly figure in his life. You're perfect and... this is non-negotiable...

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Roommate!Kats is on the brain who tells you he can hear you getting off to him in your room when you're so sure you're being quiet. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you and makes a bet with you that you're probably going to lose. Get your checkbook ready.

C/W ::: A bit of misrepresentation of the situation (but god who cares), Unprotected sex P->V, sex bet. *aged up Kats*

Bakugo shrugs. "I don't care if you agree with me or not. I see how you look at me. I hear you at night sometimes. Bah! Who'm I kiddin'. I hear you a lot. 'Oh, oh god ... Kats ... fuck yes. Right - oh fuck - right there!' 'M not stupid." He realized what he'd just said and how he'd just said it. But he wanted to prove a point to you: That he knows you're solely after his cock.

You think it would be in your best interest not to argue with him. But he was being so presumptuous right now.

"How can someone who thinks so little of himself have such an ego, huh, super star? Jesus. I'm not saying 'Kats', I'm ... I'm saying ..." You squinted your eyes at him and pursed your lips. "... um, I'm saying 'THAT'S'. Not your stupid name. Arrogant much. Fuckin' hell." Your face was turning a few shades pinker the more your arousal puddled out of your cunt. Even looking at him while he has that angry snarl on his face. All you can think about is pulling his pants down and taking his cock all the way down your throat and sucking on him until his balls are so empty that he can't possibly squeeze out one more little microscopic particle of cum.

The thought made you shake your head and roll your eyes.

He stood there with his eyes trained on your little nervous tics in reaction to his comments. And to your filthy thoughts, that luckily, he wasn't privy to.

Yet.

He knows he has you cornered. Worse yet, you know he has you cornered.

You avoid his gaze and try to step around his large body. He's almost completely blocking the hallway of your small, shared apartment. "Goin' somewhere, puddin'?" Your body stiffens at the name he calls you. He pushes himself off of the wall so that he's standing directly in the middle of the way now. "Tell ya what, if you can get by me or somehow manage to move me, I'll shut up about this and we'll never speak of it again.

"You're full of shit, Kats. There's no way I could ever get passed you. You're practically taking up the whole damn area as it is and you're not even huffin' and puffin' yet. Look, I'm telling you, I'm not fucking myself and thinking about you. Just get over yourself. Now move, I want to go lay down."

He smirked. "Lay down." He said with air quotes. "Is that code for fuck yourself stupid while you're thinking of me? You know, I could just fuck you, roomie. You've been lookin' at me extra close these last few months. And what long months they've been. Huh?"

You hated him. The second the words 'I could just fuck you' left his mouth, your cunt clenched around nothing. You swear you felt a tear run down your leg from how sad and lonely the poor thing was. "You couldn't make me cum if I told you how to do it. Just ..." You pushed on his stomach trying to get him to budge. But you were only met with resistance. You weren't prepared for how hard his body was. Like, you'd seen it plenty of times when he's running around shirtless. Those damn sweats hanging off of his hips.

"Hnno-gaw." You made a noise that resembled something along the lines of "No" and "Oh my god." Neither of you knew what it was supposed to be. What you did know, is how fucking tempting his offer to fuck you and get it out of the way was. "NO! Goddamn it, Kats. M-move. Now!"

"I'm not goin' anywhere until you admit that you stuff that little cunt of yours full of your fingers and say my name. I'm off for the rest of the holiday, so I got nothin' but time. Balls in your court, loser.

You stood there glaring at him. Trying to come up with a rational reason why you shouldn't let him rail you. But you couldn't think of one. And that made you even more angry. "Fine." You said, throwing your arms up and then placing your hands on your hips. "I'll play your fucking game, Kats. I do masturbate. I say your name ... sometimes. But ... ugh. Are you happy?"

He had the most devilish shit-eating grin on his face. "Mmm, not ... not yet. I wanna hear all about what you do with your fingers."

You put one hand on each shoulder and got on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I ... have ... toys for that." The way he gasped at your admission you'd think he'd never even heard of such a blasphemous thing in his life.

But it wasn't that.

No.

It was how he grabbed you and hoisted you up onto his hips and held you there by the fat of your ass. It was the way he kissed your neck and lips so hungrily like you were the first breath of fresh air he'd had in months. It was how he slammed you against the wall and smashed his groin against yours. And how you groaned into his mouth when you realized he was already hard.

You could feel his cock throbbing against your stomach, begging for release. "Shit." You whispered, breaking the kiss. "Katsuki, I - uh - I ... fuck. I've been thinking about this for a while. Oh god. I can't ... fuck. Ok? Yes! Yes I think about you when I'm stuffing my cunt full of toys! When I'm playing with my clit in the shower!"

He bit your neck and moaned. "So, so dirty. I ... I fucking love it. You have no idea how hot it is to know you get off to me."

You pulled back from the his lips, "Wait, I ... I thought you already ... knew?" He closed his mouth and wouldn't look you in the eye. "You little fuck! You didn't know?"

"What's it matter now! I mean, I was just giving you shit. But it is, y/n. Shit. It's so fuckin' hot." He slid his hand down to your cunt and felt how wet you already were. "Fuck. So wet. You want my cock yeah, huh?"

"Yes, Kats." You glared at him playfully and slid down the front of his body and followed him to his room.

As soon as you walked in to his space you were met with a wall of his smell. It was so warm and sexy; Sandlewood and Cedar. It felt strange to be in there with him. Almost like a dream.

But it was real.

You watched him strip down and get completely naked. His cock was ... really, really nice, to say the least. The head was so plump and swollen, you almost didn't want to take your eyes off of it. "Kats."

"What the hell are you lookin' at, dumbass?" He got on the bed and laid down. "Come over here and ride me. Let me see those tits bouncing while you fuck yourself on my cock."

You took your clothes off and crawled on top of him. He ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling your curves and how hot your skin was. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, roomie."

You sank down onto his cock and gasped. "Holy ... Kats! ... o- oh, fuck ... oh god, Kats. You're so fucking big." He moaned into your neck and let his hands roam all over your body.

"Let's make a bet?" He ran his tongue over your nipples and then continued his proposal. "I make you cum 3 times in 30 minutes and you pay my share of rent next month. I don't, I pay your half and electricity."

You were well on your way to having your first orgasm and he wasn't even doing anything special. "Mhm, mhm ... fuckfuckfuck ..."

He looked up at you and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Just - oh goddd, oh fuck, Kats - just shut the fuck up. I'll pay. I'll pay it anyway." You said as he flipped you over and showed you why it was worth your time (and money) to give him a chance.

Taglist ::: @millennialmagicalgirl @callm3senpaii @darkstarlight82

[underworld-park-offical]

CRAIG: Wait holy shit

CRAIG: My fucking phone

CRAIG: Guys

CRAIG: My phone

CRAIG: IT WORKS

EVERYONE: UGHHHHH

TOLKIEN: Well if your phone works, that could be the plausible explanation as to why the intercoms are still functional while the power is out

CRAIG: Okay ate Shakespeare

CRAIG: Atespeare

TOLKIEN and TWEEK: You are so annoying oh my god

TOLKIEN: I want to kill you just for that

TWEEK: If you want to kill him I'll hold him down

TOLKIEN: Deal

CRAIG: Oh woah

CRAIG: Spooky

CRAIG: It's giving back rooms

TOLKIEN: Craig did you just say owo?

CRAIG: I am going to beat you up

TOLKIEN: Nevermind

TWEEK: What

TOLKIEN: Oh its nothing

TOLKIEN: Just ignore him

CLYDE: Woahhh

CLYDE: Guys there's like

CLYDE: An echo now!

CLYDE: Hi Clyde! (Clyde! Clyde!)

CLYDE: This is so cool (cool cool cool)

TOLKIEN: Since when did our hallways get so….

TOLKIEN: Creepy?

TOLKIEN: Tweek, this happened when you got here

TOLKIEN: Are you an alien?

TWEEK: NO??????????

TOLKIEN: Demon?

TWEEK: NO?????????????????

TOLKIEN: Huh

TOLKIEN: I'm out of ideas

TOLKIEN: ….

TOLKIEN: Stan would have a field day with you

CLYDE: Stan would

CRAIG: Oh yea, I'm totally recording that when it happens

TWEEK: Can I get a puddin out of it?

CRAIG: Sure

CRAIG: I can venmo you the money for it

CRAIG: Do you like

CRAIG: Have venmo?

TWEEK: What the fuck is venmo???? CRAIG: Not you not knowing what venmo is

CRAIG: Loser

CLYDE: Yoooo thunder crackling right now

CRAIG: (records) Hey guys welcome back to my blog and sorry that the cam quality is so ass

CRAIG: There's currently a power outage out at the school

CRAIG: Its not giving

CRAIG: Anyways

CRAIG: Make sure to like and subscribe for more

TOLKIEN: ARE YOU FUCKING FILIMG THIS RIGHT NOW???? 

CRAIG: Yeah, so?

TOLKIEN: What do you mean, so?!

TOLKIEN: There's nothing to even film, it's dark as shit

CRAIG: Doesn't mean there can't be content

TOLKIEN: I swear.

TOLKIEN: TO GOD

CRAIG: Lmao Tolkien you're right

CRAIG: The cam quality is so ass

TOLKIEN: See? I told you

TOLKIEN: Fucking queer

CRAIG: I am

CRAIG: LITERALLY

CRAIG: Not gay

TWEEK: Hey uh

TWEEK: Guys?

TWEEK: Shouldn’t we like…. check to see why the intercoms or whatever you're calling them are doing that? CLYDE: Yeah! Oh my god you're so smart

CLYDE: That's like

CLYDE: Not normal behavior.

TOLKIEN: Ahem

TOLKIEN: Clyde

CLYDE: What????

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: Right here

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ OOOOH  ╧╧╧╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ D ╬ R ╬ A╬M ╧ AAAAA╬ ╬

INTERCOM: ╬ ╬ ■ C╒╬O ╬N╬TROL ╧  ■ ╧ YOUR ╬ M╬ A╬ N╬ ╬ ╧ ╒╒╒╒ ╬ ■ ■ ╬

CRAIG: Omg

CRAIG: I'm so putting this on my blog

TWEEK: Read the room, dude…

TWEEK: Read the fucking room

CLYDE: This is the one time I hate the morning announcements

TOLKIEN: The only time you like the announcements is when they announce Pizza Fridays, babe

CLYDE: Shhhhhh

CLYDE: I mean you're right but shhhhhh

TWEEK: But seriously, we should go

TWEEK: I think someone of some kind of authority would have come over by now

TWEEK: We should like

TWEEK: Check it out or something…

CLYDE: You're so right, Tweek

TOLKIEN: Clyde.

TOLKIEN: I am

TOLKIEN: RIGHT here

CLYDE: So….

CLYDE: No thruple?

TOLKIEN: NO

CLYDE: Ah…

CLYDE: Rats….

TWEEK: Shut up Clyde, nobody likes you

CLYDE: Wuh- buh-

CLYDE: BUT YOU LISTENED TO ME RANT ABOUT NIGHTCORE?????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT WE HAD A MOMENT??????????

CLYDE: I THOUGHT THERE WAS A SPARK?????????????

TWEEK: Aren't you taken?

CLYDE: …

CLYDE: Oh yeah…

TOLKIEN: Porkchop

TOLKIEN: Sweetheart

TOLKIEN: Love of my goddamn life

TOLKIEN: You are

TOLKIEN: So stupid sometimes

CLYDE: But you love me for it~

TOLKIEN: Debatable

CLYDE: WHAT?????

TOLKIEN: I'm kidding, you goober

TOLKIEN: ....maybe

CLYDE: TOLKIEN DON'T TEASE ME LIKE THAT

TOLKIEN: I can't resist it, ya know

INTERCOMS: ╬ ╬╬ ■ T╧ ╬ W■ ╬ ■ EE╬ ╧ K■ ╧  ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╧ ╧ ╬ ■ ╬ ■ ╬ ╒ ╒ ╒

TWEEK: Guys, the intercoms…

CLYDE: Right right

CRAIG: This is not giving right now

CRAIG: Do we like

CRAIG: Have too?

TWEEK: I would say so

CRAIG: Literally why smh

TWEEK: Because they just called my name!?

CRAIG: What do you think I am?

CRAIG: A mechanic?

TWEEK: Yeah but still…

TWEEK: I think the longer we stay here, the more likely we are to get murdered or something?

CLYDE: WAHHHH I DON'T WANNA DIEEEEE

TOLKIEN: There there, you won't die

TOLKIEN: But if you do I'll bury you in dinosaur bones like you've always wanted

CLYDE: And play my favorite nightcore playlist at my funeral?

TOLKIEN: And play your favorite nightcore playlist at your funeral, yes

CLYDE: Good, Good, by the way, babe, do you know where the generator room is?

TOLKIEN: No, why would I?

CLYDE: Cuz you're like

CLYDE: Super smart and stuff

TOLKIEN: Aww…

CRAIG: Rizzler moment!

TWEEK: Should be to the left

TOLKIEN: How do you know that?

TOLKIEN: You just got here

CRAIG: Not Tweek being a sussy baka rn

CRAIG: Smh

CRAIG: Omg hold up

CRAIG: Who

CRAIG: Who is getting in the middle of the recording right now?

TWEEK: Your mom

CLYDE: Hehe, nice

CRAIG: This is NOT a slay right now

CRAIG: Get this British away from me

PIP: Shut the fuck up you crusty motherfucker

PIP: I always hated your two tone Google chrome metrophone megaphone ass

PIP: And that's saying a lot because I hate all of you

PIP: But it was always the influencer I didn't like

TOLKIEN: Nobody likes influencers

PIP: True, but this one was the most insufferable

PIP: Craig_The_Real_Bitch, Right?

CRAIG: *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TWEEK: Did he just say the asterisk out loud????

CRAIG: Yes, I'm correcting him, that's why I said *Craig_The_Real_Tucker

TOLKIEN: He does that alot

TOLKIEN: We’re desensitized to it at this point

PIP: God why do you say all these underscores

PIP: You aren't a blonde crop top wearing bimbo you overrated sonic the hedgehog wannabe

PIP: Now anyways,

PIP: Turn off that goddamn phone

PIP: Pretend this is the movie theater!

PIP: Have some class, fuckface

PIP: Pay attention when I am talking to you

CRAIG: No <3

PIP: …

PIP: Fine then, I’ll just turn off that phone myself

PIP: Better yet, I'll break it

CRAIG: No please my phone is literally my life support

CRAIG: If you break it I’ll like

CRAIG: Totally die

CRAIG: Or something

PIP: Shut that shit and perish

CRAIG: Fine, fine, fine…

PIP: Thank you

PIP: Now that we’ve hit mute on the insufferable prick here

PIP: I'm sure you’re all wondering, “How is he alive right now? Didn’t he get crushed to death???”

PIP: To that I say, you're right!

PIP: I'm not at all alive

PIP: I am in fact, very,

PIP: VERY

PIP: Dead.

CLYDE: WAHHHHUGFYUKGTP(YYIFDIGFYCYIG 

CLYDE: ZOMBIE!!!!!!

CRAIG: Its giving the walking dead

CRAIG: Slay

PIP: Shut up you fake ass botox injected taki munching booty crunching dollar tree ass Charli D’Amealio

PIP:  I am not a zombie, that's just cheesy!

PIP: I am, however

PIP:  ╬A bad motherfucker ╬

(( EDITS MADE BY @pissblanket the backrooms edit was all me ))

[quietwingsinthesky]

recipe #2: cheese cake crumble :D

i am not a fan of the vast majority of cheese cakes, especially baked ones. i don't like the taste nor the texture. this one is my favourite desert of all time.

for the dough: (this is the original recipe, but i recommend cutting the dough by 2/3 for the best dough-to-cheese ratio)

2 cups flour (280 grams)

2 tsp baking powder

1/3 cup sugar (70 grams)

10 grams vanilla sugar

200 grams cold butter, diced

4 eggs

for the cheese filling:

500 ml sweet cream

1 cup sugar (200 grams) (i recommend cutting this in half so it's not too sweet and is a little more sour/tangy which is the best imo but some people like it less i guess)

80 grams instant vanilla pudding

500 grams cream cheese 5% fat

200 ml sour cream

make the dough and bake the base and crumble:

preheat the oven to 180°C (155°f)

in a food processor put the flour, baking powder, sugar, vanilla sugar and butter cubes, and mix until a crumbly dough forms. add the eggs and blend with short pulses only until the dough is mixed well.

for the base: oil the cake tray and press half of the dough to the bottom with your hands.

for the crumble: press the other half of the dough in a seperate pan on baking paper (pan size is irrelevant).

bake both trays for approximately 20 minutes, until the dough is golder. take out and let cool completely.

make the cheese filling: in a mixer whisk sweet cream with sugar and instant puddin until a stable cream forms.

lower the speed of the mixer, add the cheese and sour cream and whisk for a few seconds to blend.

flatten the cheese filling over the baked base base in the cake tray.

crumble the rest of the dough by hand or with a fork. scatter gently over he cheese until everything is covered.

place in the fridge for a minimum of 4 hours (overnight recommended) for stabilisation.

this is a lot more involved than the other one but with eight and charley in your ears you'll have a blast, trust me. now i desperately want to make this lol

eats your recipe thank you thank you thank you :3

[sweetheartmotives]

"Please send me asks or like suggestions for movies!! I'm bored out of my freaking mind..."

Sorry puddin

I gotta play jujutsu shenanigans

I've already played 33 hours this week

Fun fact actually

Did you know the minimum requirements for a full time job is 30 hours a week?

It's okay, I'll just watch SLAY on tubi. ^_^

Also, what a.... sad fact. That's so long :c

[snapthistiger]

Hurricane Rita made landfall on this date in 2005 near SW Louisiana / SE Texas. the company i worked for was hesitant to shut down and waited until the last possible time. we evacuated to Arkansas when i was let off of work. my cat, Puddin, rode the storm out in my shop. i came back 2 days later and shut off a natural gas leak at my neighbor's house and let Puddin out of the shop. i stayed in Baton Rouge for a week and then came back and lived off a gasoline powered generator that i only ran at night for a/c power and MREs and food donations from the Red Cross and FEMA and others. FEMA gave me $200 toward a chain saw and my son and my dad and i cut up downed trees at my house and at my Dad's house for more than a week.

[bathenaswopez]

Ship drabble packs:

T7S

-Loud Girl and Puddin Pop (J/H)

-The Princess and The Jedi (J/E)

-The Lumberjack and The Midget (D/J)

-The Devil, The Geek, and The Burnout (E/J/H)

-🎶There was something in the air that night🎶 (E/D)

-True Love (F/K)

-You are so cute (E/B)

-You were honest with me (K/B)

-But I’ll put out something fierce (F/R)

-Forman and Miller (E/M)

-The Burnout and The Candyman (F/H)

T9S

-Funyuns Unite (G/N)

-I will spend every day making it up to you (J/L)

-can’t imagine my life without her (G/L)

-the dork, the rebel, and the driven (N/G/L)

-The Sunshine Gal, The Nature Boy, And The Goof (S/N/J)

-Bro. Bro. (J/N)

-The Himbo and The Sunshine (S/N)

-Nature Boy & Queen of Ambition (N/J)

-you're really smart (N/L)

-it's gonna suck more if we don't try (G/C)

-damn, you make it hard not to love you. (N/N)

-i call top half! i call bottom half! (N/B)

[kamotecue]

hey could u write something for Caitlin?

Maybe they finish a disappointing game for arsenal but it’s readers birthday so the whole team goes out that night together?

not a total loss ❁ c. foord

pairing: caitlin foord x fem!reader

the loss against liverpool was something you didn’t expect. but at the same time, you knew the team had to work on the bonding as we had new signings. so, what is more better than a team bonding experience when they’re celebrating a teammate’s birthday—more specifically yours.

although the rest of the team are already in the locker room, you stayed back—signing your shirt that fans wore, receiving birthday greetings from the fans, as caitlin hung back. her eyes were set on you, losing was something you didn’t really like. it was a bit worse due to it being your birthday, but that just fueled you to do harder on the next matches.

“come on, puddin’ i heard the team is going out.” you heard caitlin call out, as a few fans chuckled at your lover’s behavior. you hummed before signing one last thing, bidding goodbye, you walked to caitlin who intertwined your hands together.

the walk to the locker room was in silence, as caitlin had hummed occasionally, her thumb rubbing your skin in a comforting way—as the door to the locker room opened, you were greeted with confetti, the cannons had been opened making a popping sounds. as you stumbled back into caitlin who held your waist making sure that you weren’t going to fall or injury yourself.

“happy birthday, y/n.” kim greeted as kyra had carefully brought out the cake, the candles were already lit.

“make a wish, puddin.” caitlin whispered in your ears, as she held you a bit closer to her. as you closed your eyes, making a wish—you had blew that candles out.

the whole locker room erupted into cheers, as your hair got ruffled by leah, your national team captain.

“well, we all pitched in to give you a gift.” leah had commented, as you raised your eyebrows. katie gave you a cheeky look, as she handed you the perfectly wrapped gift.

it was filled with many things, a new ps5 controller after kyra had accidentally knocked it down, pictures of you and caitlin, the team called it stolen moments as they took pictures of the two of you when you weren’t looking, your favorite snacks, and most importantly—your eyes widened at the signed aitana bonmati shirt.

“no way, is this?-” leah nodded, as a few hummed. it wasn’t a secret that you looked up to bonmati, you’d always find yourself complementing her—making caitlin a little bit jealous, but kisses were usually the solution.

after the team had gotten ready, it was decided to go to a pub to celebrate today. usually, you’d watch the team get drunk, but since it’s your birthday caitlin offered to watch the team.

she watched as you celebrated on the dance floor, the shots you took gave you a bit of confidence, and she watched in amusement and with a soft smile as she loved seeing you happy.

[niamhs-reading-adventures]

2024 Follow the Clues Reading Challenge

My Goodreads group sometimes does an annual A-Z reading challenge where there are clues and you need to read a book that satisfies each clue. Got together with my friend @alchemic-fallen-angel to make our own list for this year. Feel free to use the list of clues as inspiration for your own reading challenge :)

Mel and Niamh's 2024 A-Z Follow the Clues 01/01/24 - 31/12/24 5/26 (5/5 AA 🦘) (last updated 21/01/24)

✅A - Read a book by an AUSTRALIAN author – Only Mostly Devastated by Sophie Gonzales 🦘 4🌟 - finished 16/01/24 ✅B - Read a book with a BOOK on the cover – Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree 4🌟 - finished 11/01/24 C - Read a book where there is a CONSPIRACY – A Conspiracy of Stars by Olivia A. Cole D - Read a book published a DECADE ago (2014) – Ice Massacre by Tiana Warner (published 18/09/14) E - Read an ENCHANTING book – Legendborn by Tracy Deonn ✅F - Read a book with a strong FRIENDSHIP – Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli 4🌟 - finished 14/01/24 G – Read a GRAPHIC novel – The Greatest Thing by Sarah Winifred Searle 🦘 H - Read a book with a HOUSE on the cover – The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels by India Holton I - Read a book set on an ISLAND – Beauty Queens by Libba Bray J - Read a book where a character is seeking JUSTICE – Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce K - Read a book where KING appears in the title or story – The Girl King by Mimi Yu ✅L – Read a book you borrowed from the LIBRARY – Icebreaker by Hannah Grace 3.5🌟 - finished 19/01/24 M - Read a book with a MENTAL illness featured – History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera N - Read a NEW release (published 2024) - Just Stab Me Now by Jill Bearup (expected publication 05/02/2024) O - Read a book with an OLDER protagonist (40+) – The Guncle by Steven Rowley P - Read a book with a PICTURESQUE scene on the cover – A Scatter of Light by Malinda Lo ✅Q – Read a QUEER (LGBTQ+) book – 10 Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall 4🌟 - finished 07/01/24 R – Read a book with a RED cover – Puddin' by Julie Murphy S - Read a book that is SECOND in a series – Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir T - Read a book that features TIME TRAVEL – Ruby Red by Kerstin Gier U - Read a book featuring a character in UNIFORM – All Systems Red by Martha Wells V - Read a book with a VOLUNTEER – This is How it Happened by Paula Stokes W – Read a book with WATER on the cover – Flight by Jae Waller 🦘 X - Read a book with a XENO (alien) in the story – Opal by Jennifer L. Armentrout Y - Read a book with a YOUNG protagonist (15 or younger) – Rockstar Detectives by Adam Hills 🦘 Z - Read a book with a ZEALOUS character – The Heart of the World by Amie Kaufman 🦘

[skinzchoerim]

URL song tag game

Finally remembered I got tagged in this some time ago, boy did I have to scroll low in my notes to find the post. Thanks @rieloving-mess for the tag!

rules: for each letter in your url, post the first song you think of

S - skinz by OnlyOneOf

K - Killing Me by iKON

I - Irresistible by Fall Out Boy

N - No by CLC

Z - Zimzalabim by Red Velvet

C - Corn Puddin' from Schmigadoon

H - Hijack by WOODZ

O - Our Prayer by The Beach Boys

E - Earthquake by NCT 127

R - Rush by Troye Sivan

I - ITEM by Stray Kids

M - Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

Anyone who wants to do this, feel free!

[yourreddancer]

The Rot At the Top

The Rot At the Top

The cruelty is the fucking point.

JoJoFromJerz

Jul 2

Look at that photo.

Temu dictator-wannabe Donald Trump—bloated and glistening like a rotisserie ham in a cheap tux—flanked by Ron “Puddin’ Cup” DeSantis, the human embodiment of a middle school wedgie, and Kristi “puppy-shooting” Noem, dead-eyed and grinning like a taxidermied Barbie clutching an AR-15.

They all grinned in front of a steel cage in the steaming, mosquito-choked pit of the Florida Everglades. Beneath a tattered tent that looked like it had been yanked from the set of a low-budget dystopian nightmare. The air was thick, the swamp buzzed with decay, and there they stood—posing like deranged game show hosts unveiling their latest prize: state-sponsored human misery.

Surrounded by swamp, snakes, and gators that lurked like living guards, they stood before what they branded, with gleeful contempt, as “Alligator Alcatraz”—a monument not to justice but to spectacle. It isn’t even open yet, but the smiles were. The jokes were. The merch was. T‑shirts, AI memes of Trump with gators in ICE hats, even the narcissistic gleam of Nancy Mace out there acting like it’s “like The Apprentice—winner gets their own Alcatraz.”

It’s twisted. It’s cheap. And it’s fucking terrifying.

They want us to look—but not see. To laugh. To forget. To turn away.

And while the cameras were rolling in the Florida swamp, back in the “swamp” of Washington, D.C., the real carnage was underway. Trump’s congressional ball washers were on the Senate floor, throwing their arms up like they’d just won the Super Bowl—not for peace, not for prosperity, but for a bill that rips healthcare from tens of millions, yanks food out of hungry kids’ hands, and shoves the sick, the poor, and the elderly even further into the gutter.

They weren’t celebrating hope or progress—they were popping champagne over misery. Experts are already counting the bodies: tens of thousands of preventable deaths a year, all so these grinning ghouls can high-five each other on C-SPAN.

It’s not victory. It’s vandalism, gleefully televised.

They cheered. They applauded. They celebrated.

They weren’t sorry. They were proud. This isn’t just rot—it’s a deliberate, spreading gangrene, seeping from the top down. Trump’s face, their ideology, that cruel, unrepentant grin—these are the emblems at the epicenter of America’s decay. This is a political party whose pulse is measured in pain, whose lifeblood is humiliation and hurt. Here, suffering isn’t an accident—it’s the point. Misery is not a bug, but the feature that draws them in.

And it doesn’t stop at our borders.

The same sickness metastasizing in our politics is echoed in our foreign policy, in our silence, in our indifference. We aren’t just spectators to our neighbors’ suffering—we’re complicit in a spectacle of cruelty that now spans the globe. We watch as children starve in places that once looked to us for hope, our silence echoing louder than bombs. We stand by as Gaza is reduced to rubble, as Ukraine is battered and bled.

Then we turn back to our own streets, where kids’ stomachs growl with hunger, veterans are left to wither and wait, and the woman caged inside Alligator Alcatraz could soon be your neighbor—unless we find the courage to stop this, before the rot becomes irreversible.

And make no mistake: that rot is growing. Because cruelty isn’t the only tool in their belt—it’s just the foundation. They’ve built an entire political identity on violence and vitriol. Every rally, every speech, every tweet is carefully crafted to poke, stoke, prod, and prime this nation for more: more division, more bigotry, more inequity, more grievance.

They want you angry—but not at them. They want you seething, desperate to find someone to blame. “They.” “Them.” “Those people.” Immigrants. Trans kids. Black voters. Journalists. Protesters. Anyone and everyone but the billionaires robbing you blind.

Especially those who grew up believing the promise that being born white in America came with a guarantee—that life would be easier, that success was owed. They feed that betrayal with lies. They tell them someone took what was theirs. That someone stole it. That it’s their fault—those people, over there, across the line, across the gender, across the faith, across the color.

Because if they can keep you hating, they can keep you blind.

They turned the rabid mob that attacked our Capitol into patriots, and the police who defended it into crisis actors. They gaslight us into believing the violence they unleashed was righteous, the cruelty necessary, the fear justified. And as they parade scapegoats—from immigrants to trans youth—they’re simultaneously robbing us blind of every safety net, every freedom we’ve ever for granted.

They even gaslit us over the heinous murder of two Minnesota lawmakers, branding it a Democrat plot. Trump didn’t show up to their funerals. Barely uttered remorse. Joe Biden knelt at their coffins. Trump? He went golfing.

This is not leadership. It is venomous chaos. It is rot made flesh. And it’s their vision of America: fractured, weaponized, drowning in grievance.

It’s easy to feel crushed, to let despair press us down and whisper that one voice can’t matter. But we owe each other more than surrender. We owe it to the children who still believe in kindness, to the grandchildren who deserve a world without cages or fear. We owe it to the protesters who stood tall and took blows for justice, and to those who gave their lives defending democracy’s fragile promise.

In their names, we must choose hope—especially when it’s hardest. Because hope is not a luxury; it’s our duty to each other, and the spark that can light the way forward.

Yes, this is a dark time. It’s isolating. It’s frightening. It feels like our conscience is bleeding from the heart of the nation. But we’re here. And we must meet this moment.

We answer their cruelty with compassion. Their fear with courage. Their despair with unyielding hope—not blind, but built out of obligation, out of the bones of our history, out of the love we owe to each other.

In this moment, denial is complicity. Silence is surrender. And numbing ourselves is what lets authoritarianism thrive.

They want us lost in noise while they build cages. Selling cruelty as entertainment. Bleeding us dry of empathy.

We don’t have to buy it.

We can look. We can see. We can speak. We can act. We can laugh in defiance—not at the suffering, but over it, insisting it won’t define us.

It will be hard. It may break us. But only in breaking can we rebuild.

They’ll keep the cages.

We’ll keep the conscience.

They’ll keep selling cynical cruelty.

We’ll keep the faith that humanity still matters.

They choose cruelty.

We choose to be better.

Now is not the time to bow.

It’s the time to rise.

For ourselves.

For every voice screaming for justice.

For every generation that deserves more than prisons and propaganda.

That is who THEY are.

But this is who WE choose to be:

Human. Kind. Relentless. Unyielding.

We will not laugh at suffering.

We will not applaud death.

We will not let them strip away our humanity.

We will stay awake.

We will stay angry.

We will stay together.

Hope is not weakness—it is our rebellion, our lifeline, our weapon against the dark.

We will wield it, even when our hands shake.

We will carry it, even when it feels impossibly heavy.

We will pass it from one to another—a torch in the night, a promise that the world can still be mended.

We will not turn away from those cages.

We will not forget the faces of the lost, the silenced, the waiting.

We will not let their suffering be erased or explained away.

We owe them more than our tears.

We owe them our courage, our action, our refusal to let their pain become just another headline, just another memory.

We will not disgrace their sacrifice with silence.

We will not let despair be the last word.

Even when the night seems endless, we will be the stubborn light that refuses to go out.

We will not let the cruelty win.

We will be the ones who remember, who speak, who fight, who love—again and again and again.

Because to be human is to hope, and to hope is to act.

This is our vow. This is our resistance. This is our legacy.

We are not them.

We are more.

So much, much more.