#crussing

[shippingsincebeforeyouwereborn]

Actual photos of noted Tumblrfolk handling CRuss’s latest:

[doctorjameswatson]

@batnbreakfast @ktlsyrtis @iordio @ariverandasong @seahorsepencils @elphiessolsikke @starfleetwitch and I believe @akaanonymouth (matching real names to tumblr names is harder than I thought 😆)

I was about to get into my car for work earlier and the postman arrived and handed me a card with handwriting I didn’t recognise. So I decided to open it then and there ….

OMG YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was so happy that you all took the time to organise this but then I realised who else had signed it and …

I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE NOISES I MADE

I RAN AROUND MY CAR

and thoroughly confused my Dad 😂😂😂😂

But yes, thank you so much, I shall treasure it forever and it’s made me so happy!! 😊❤️

[ninikim16]

“Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?” - Nitya Prakash

I think this quote perfectly describes VI

I can’t get over the fact that no matter what happens in Act 2 and 3 Vi will most likely never be this soft and trusting with Caitlyn again

[h0ney-guy]

Olive oil just makes everything look more appetizing, like I swear. Like slap that shit on anything and you are eating good tonight.

[l33bang24]

Healing Hearts (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Single Dad! Chan x Fem reader

Summary: Y/N, desperate to leave her troubled past behind, decides to start fresh in a foreign country. Struggling to secure a job, she stumbles upon a babysitting opportunity offered by an elderly woman who lives nearby. Babysitting the daughter of a famous idol is the last thing she ever expected to be doing. What will she do when her past comes back to haunt her just as she begins to find peace?

⚠️CW⚠️: Angst, Depression, Anxiety, Drinking, Yelling, Crussing, Name calling, Physical Abuse, Talks of drug use, Miscarriage, Death of character (not leading), Crying (if I missed anything, lmk)

🏷: @manuosorioh @palindrome969 @real-life-dwaekii @nebugalaxy @itzzyyyyyyydaaaa @catlove83 @ivydoesit23 @resi4skz @vinumque @ntlmundy @rose-w-00-d @rundontwalkshesaid @jennibahng @lailac13 @gn4bnahc @addies29 @greyyeti (Taglist open)

(All dividers are made by @saradika, all credit goes to her)

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Y/N’s POV

“We will be arriving at the Incheon International Airport in 15 minutes," the captain's voice crackled over the intercom. I felt my hands cramp from clutching the armrest for so long. Exhaustion was slowly creeping in, but I was determined to hold out until I reached the hotel. I've never been fond of flying, so I attempted to stay awake for as long as possible. However, my efforts were in vain; I drifted off and only woke up when the turbulence jolted me from my sleep. Since then, I've been wide awake, anxiously awaiting our landing.

Taking off and landing are always the most nerve-wracking parts of flying for me. However, when the pilot announced that we had arrived at our destination on this particular flight, I realized that I hadn't even felt the plane touchdown. Perhaps I was just too lost in my thoughts to notice. I patiently waited for other passengers to pull out their bags before reaching for mine. A courteous older gentleman insisted that I go ahead of him, and I expressed my gratitude. Once my luggage appeared on the carousel, I hailed an Uber to the hotel. After retrieving my belongings, I skillfully weaved through the crowds and exited the main doors.

I spotted a cluster of cameras and excited fans as I approached the exit, signifying celebrities' imminent arrival. Feeling relieved, I silently expressed gratitude for being able to leave before the chaos ensued. Loading my luggage into the waiting Uber, I settled into the back seat and informed the driver of my resort. Once inside, I unzipped my carry-on and reached for my phone. As my fingertips brushed against the screen, a distinct memory I'd been trying to suppress suddenly flooded my mind, and I quickly returned the phone to my bag, unsure if I was ready to confront it just yet.

Closing the bag, I take a deep breath and shut my eyes. I begin counting backward from 10 to 1, trying to calm my racing thoughts. "It's okay," I reassure myself, "I can make it through the day without dwelling on it." Eventually, I'll have to switch it back on or maybe consider getting a new phone altogether.

I arrived at my temporary sanctuary, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The check-in process was a bit of a blur as I was eager to settle in. After receiving the key to my room, I made my way through the corridors until I finally reached my destination. As I entered the room, I couldn't wait to collapse onto the comfortable bed and unwind after a long journey. As I lay down and rested my head on the soft pillow, I quickly succumbed to slumber, and soon, darkness enveloped me.

Bang Chan’s POV

I loved my lifestyle. The music, fan adoration, the energy of live performances, and the camaraderie with fellow musicians were incredibly enriching. The thrill and allure of those experiences paled compared to the sheer delight of raising a five-year-old daughter. As we strolled through the airport, a profound sense of joy surged through my entire being.

Once we hit the road, Felix turns to me and asks, “What do you think Miryung is doing about this time?” I can't help but grin. “Well, if she's listening to Mrs. Kim, she should be napping.” Lee Know glances at me with a small smile of his own.“You say that like you know she isn't going to do that.” I can't help but run my tongue over the inside of my cheek. “One of her uncles taught her how to use YouTube to watch videos of her father, particularly when he arrives or departs from an airport.” I focus my gaze on the culprit. "Hey! She pleaded with me to show her. I can't say no when she gives me those irresistible puppy eyes." Han reenacts what she did to him while Lee Know hurls his neck pillow at him and purposely hits him in the face.

When I arrived at the house, I bid farewell to the guys and pulled my luggage from the van. While carrying my bags to the front door, I noticed something new on the porch. To my surprise, an angel statue was placed there. I instantly recognized it as the statue that had been stored in the attic for quite a while.

“Oh, Channie, let's look at the garden gnomes! I bet they have some cute ones I can put in the yard.” Ryung pulls my hand toward the garden statues. “Ry, have I ever told you how strong you are since you got pregnant?” I hummed as I rubbed my hand over her still-growing bump. She smiles up at me with those honey-colored eyes. Oh, how I wished our baby had her eyes. I wished she had her everything.

As soon as I looked at her, it was crystal clear: Miyrung was the spitting image of her late mother. I shook my head, anticipating the problematic conversation I would need to have with her. I inserted the keys into the lock, turned the doorknob, and entered the house.

As I set my bags down, I heard feet running across the floor. “Daddy!” I opened my arms as Miryung jumped into them. I hold her tightly as a litter kisses all over her chubby face. “Daddy quit!” I shook my head as I pulled back. “No, ma'am, I will not quit. I'm your Dad; I can kiss you as often as possible.” She would generally try to fight back with me, though this time, she doesn't.

She places her head on my chest. “I missed you, Daddy.” There it is, the heartbreaking. I knew trying to raise a child alone in a world like mine wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. It was hard, but luckily, with the company's support, fans, guys, and family, I could take time away to raise Miryung properly. When she reached a certain age, I could return to my everyday hectic lifestyle.

“I missed you too, Pumpkin,” I say, kissing her on the top of her head. Knowing that she wasn't going to release her grip on me anytime soon, I guided us over to the couch and settled down.“Did you behave for Mrs. Kim while I was away?" When she looks up, her eyes widen. "Yes, Daddy, I was good.” I arch an eyebrow at her. "Come on, Miryung. You know I taught you always to tell the truth. Don't start lying to me now." Her gaze drops, filled with guilt, and her bottom lip trembles. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I'm not supposed to go into the attic, but one night, I saw you putting some of Mommy's things away. I didn't want to forget about her, so I pulled out her Angel statue.”

Miryung gazed back at me, her eyes filled with tears, and at that moment, it was as if a sharp blade had pierced through my heart. “Pumpkin, it's not just that you pulled your Mom’s angel statue down; you were up there alone. What would have happened if you had fallen off one of those beams or the latter came back up and closed on you? Miryung, you would have been trapped up there, and Mrs. Kim would have been looking for you everywhere.” I pushed her brown locks behind her ear.

“I just want you to be safe. Okay?” I gently pull her back into my embrace as she bobs her head, feeling her warmth against my chest. I fight back the tears as I look up towards the ceiling. ‘I would never want to get rid of you, Ry. Ever.’ I soon hear a stomach growl, and I can’t fight back the smile that graces my face. “Do you want to order takeout?”

Y/N’s POV

I was drying a whiskey glass when I heard the door slam shut with a resounding bang. Startled, the glass slipped from my hands and crashed onto the hard floor, shattering into pieces. Frantically attempting to clean up before he noticed, I accidentally cut myself on the shards, but I hardly noticed the pain. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?!" His voice boomed from the other room as he stormed into the kitchen. I hastily discarded the broken glass as he approached. I instinctively clasped my hands over my stomach, trying to shield it from view. I could tell he noticed this as his expression darkened, and he felt even more anger.

“Did you take care of that matter as I requested?” He inquired, his intense brown eyes burning with fury. “ANSWER ME! DID YOU?!” He bellowed, causing me to flinch. "No," I responded timidly. "What?" he demanded. "No," I repeated, trying to speak with more conviction. The sudden sting of a slap across my face barely fazes me as I grit my teeth. However, the vice-like grip around my windpipe sends a jolt of fear through me.“You fucking worthless bitch! I told you when I came home, you better have taken those drugs and obliterated that fatuous newborn!!” I could barely get half a breath while clawing at his hands to get free. That only made it worse as he tightened his grip. “Ad-der p-pl-please.” I was breathless, tears streaming down my cheeks, and I watched as dark spots appeared in my peripheral vision.

“I TOLD YOU THAT HEATHEN ISN’T MINE!! I KNOW IT IS SOMEONE ELSE’S!” Adder flung me into the nearest wall. "Ad-Adder, I haven't left the house. It can-" The next blow landed on my face. “DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME! I KNOW YOU’VE BEEN HANGING AROUND DANIEL! I'VE SEEN THE WAY YOU LOOK HIM! IS IT HIS, HUH?! IS IT!!!” No words escaped my lips before a powerful kick landed on my swollen belly. “No, no, no, NO!”

I suddenly woke up from a vivid dream, or what felt more like a memory. My body was drenched in sweat, and I was trembling uncontrollably. I hugged myself tightly and burst into tears. Grabbing a nearby pillow, I unleashed all my pent-up agony and frustration with a gut-wrenching scream. “I’m so s-sorry, my b-baby.” I choked up, clinching on the pillow for dear life. “I-I’m sorry I-I did-didn’t protect y-you.”

(I'm honestly really excited for this series! I think this will be a good one. 🤞🏻🤞🏻 If you would like to be added to the taglist, just lmk in the comments 😊)

[ovenbakedcookies]

I think Crussed Pepper and Dark Choco would have friendly arm wrestling competitions sometimes :>

[shippingsincebeforeyouwereborn]

Oh I do LOVE this gif

[draco-the-voiddragon]

Well, I made 2 potential D&D characters to replace my Dad Bard, Loggia Cruss:

Cutler Crimn -

(Red) Topaz Dragonborn: Necrotic Dmg

Level 8 Bladesinger Wizard

Level 3 Swashbuckler Rogue

Bounty Hunter background

Trusts only 1 other person in all Ellipsia (the homebrew world we in)

Combat Style: Assault / Destroyer

Combat look (it's linked): Fencing

Vin Helios -

Bugbear

Level 8 Paladin of Vengeance

Level 3 Armorer Artificer

Knight background

Seeks Vengeance for their squeaky voice being made fun of (unlimited spite!!!!)

Combat style: Destroyer / Tank / Healer

Combat look: Couldn't find a good link.... I guess RotSH if Raphtalia and Naofumi were a combined entity?

[omegaremix]

Winter 2017 Mixtape:

Burial “Nightmarket”

Vatican Shadow “Take Vows”

Powell self-titled

Salah Mustafa self-titled

Uniform Wake In Fright

Post-Trash Volumes 1 & 2

We Are Not Trump Volumes 1 & 2

Richard H. Kirk “Martyrs Of Palestine”

Aster Aweke self-titled

Richard H. Kirk “Never Lose Your Shadow”

Horse Jumper Of Love “Nature” (demo)

Dame Charm School

Nine Inch Nails “She’s Gone Away”

Eric Gale “Morning Glory”

JJ Doll “Dirge”

Miss Red “No Guns”

Bombshells, The Bake-Sale Hotties

Zoviet France “Rattle Stick Cruss”

Appetite “Kiss Of Judas”

Health “L.A. Looks”

Crim3s “Militia”

Girl Pusher “Best Ever”

Unstoppable Death Machines “Space-Time Continuum”

Pharmakon “Transmission”

Isn’t Ours “Osseous”

[whatifwekilledgodandwebothgirls]

Sorry for bothering. I have been reading you answers and I am wondering: have you ever considered being neurodivergent?

No worries i love awnsering questions . I am not sure i know what the term means, like i know what it means but not really . I dont have autism , thats for sure , im not sure if i have adhd , because no matter how much i beg and beg to get diagnosed with dyslexia and adhd ( i defenetly am dyslexic , not sure on the adhd , but to get a diagnosis i need to go to a place and go on a waiting list and its a whole deal , basically i need the diagnoses so i can get into a better university because if i have one i can give the exams to get in without worrying about grammatical errors , but its really difficult to get one ) now if youre talking about depression or stuff like that which i would more so put under the umbrella of being sick , not being neurodivergent , well im about to find out , since im going to a diagnostian . Personally i dont think theres anything wrong . I did breafly think ive got some manic disorder because i have a lot of the symptoms and i still worry that ive got some short of phycosis because my grandmother on my moms side has it and my dad also has it so idk , and i also show a lot of similar behaviours to both of them . Also my dad has ocd and was an alchoholic and ive multiple times been told i am so much like him ( which is soul crussing btw because he low key sucks ) so idk man seriously . Sorry for rambling

[shippingsincebeforeyouwereborn]

You’re welcome

[bonnetfnaf174]

Name: Tukwila ♀️

Animal: Cruss Doll

Favorite color: pink-purple

Age: none

[h0ney-guy]

Ok, hot take!

EVERYONE BELONGS IN THE KITCHEN

[monsieurcorelli]

¿Quién soy yo?

Un post-adolescente chilango, entrón pero con precaución. La idea de ver la entrepierna de otros hombres y que se den cuenta de que lo estoy haciendo, me resulta sumamente excitante.

   Desde adolescente, mientras la vida pasaba entre la secundaria y la masturbación, me dí cuenta que lo mío no era curiosidad por el alcohol o el tabaco. Lo que a mi me atraía era la adrenalina causada por la sensación morbosa que te recorre de los pies a la cabeza, cuando haces algo que es «prohibido», como cuando estás en un espacio público con una erección y comienzas a tocarte frente a otros hombres.

   Al ir creciendo y mientras tomaba conciencia sobre mi cuerpo y las sensaciones que me generan placer, poco a poco cambié el acto de sólo observar, para pasar a sesiones masturbatorias. Esa actividad la proyecté a su pleno ejercicio en escenarios como la ducha, mi recamara, las aulas de clase, el trasporte público y todo aquel espacio en donde fuese posible eyacular.

     Cuando alcancé la mayoría de edad y comencé a salir con mayor libertad de casa, me adentré en el mundo de las prácticas casuales-sexuales. También en espacios públicos y no tan públicos. Con el tiempo, me volví practicante del cottaging y de vez en cuando el crussing, para hacer más interesante mi transitar por la Ciudad de México.

[aperfecthalosblog]

Offensive Adult mandala cruss word 20oz or 30oz skinny tumbler (Glow in dark option)

This listing is for one 20oz or 30oz skinny tumbler..Glow in dark option..

Vacuum insulated tumbler with lid and straw. Drinks stay ice cold or steaming hot ALL DAY LONG. Perfect for hot coffee in the morning, cold drinks all day long, or wine at the end of the day.

These are custom made and can be custom made for you with a process called sublimation..

Add a name or saying

Since these are handmade the image maybe slightly different then pictured

** All tumblers should be hand washed and not placed in the dishwasher.

There is no actual glitter the image make it appear like glitter..

[amaranthineanomie]

I would have thunk that the possibility that they sayed it that way because it saund humorous would have cruss your mind.

its really weird that two generations of middle class english first language speakers have reached their late teens/twenties without being able to conjugate SIMPLE verbs. i am constantly hearing 25 year olds saying shit like "drinked", an error my parents and early education had gently corrected out of me by the time i was probably 6 years old??? this is stuff that's so baseline to english that its actually difficult to screw up past a certain number of hours spent speaking aloud, which i think is exactly what has changed (on top of formal english grammar not being a public school investiture for about 30 years). the drunk/drank confusion is a lot more common but that one's pretty easy to screw up without formal instruction, the drinked thing is the level of error that every single spellcheck, teacher, adult, or even older child will correct you on until very recently