#derper

[paradox-emo-bunny]

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[grinchwrapsupreme]

The best part of Dexter s8 so far is that everyone is just constantly handing debra beverages

[walnutbun]

ii make post forthe ehye,must obey

mustgo derper obey eye i obey cant think iobey

[machine-saint]

now i am become herp, derper of herps. look upon my works, ye mighty, and rageface

[sepyana]

Holy shit dude

This deck had like no draw which made things waaay more difficult than it needed to be. You can see I bought toolkit from derperation in hopes of it giving me a impatience, discovery or something (it didn't)

Maybe I shouldn't have taken the prostrates hmm

[prof-ramses]

Spooky Month 6 prediction: All That's Sweet Is Not Sugar

The episode will open with a seemingly normal night with the spookeez going to the candy club and Kevin getting annoyed as usual. However as he's about to usher them out they notice that a few people on the street are acting a little funny.

A similar situation happens with John, Jack and Rick at Gonuts, presumably with Rick quitting his latest job at some point.

The two groups try to navigate the situation as the "sugared up" townsfolk grow more dangerous along with shorter scenes of other characters dealing with the "outbreak".

One of the starring characters eventually ends up ingesting something sugar-laced and this results in a dedicated horror scene

The Candy Dealer is revealed to be responsible for the sugar-spiking relatively early into the episode, but it isn't until the last act that we see his real face or discover the true nature of the sugar (possibly an experimental chemical being tested by the dealer who's really a mad scientist).

The thugs who held Kevin at gunpoint in Unwanted Guest will act as the Candy Dealer's enforcers/bodyguards.

In the end the Dealer's own victims swarm him in a blind rage (Adding angst potential if Robert or John end up being involved in his death, that is, if he is related to them).

Personally, I don't think the Candy Dealer is directly working with the cult, but like the manufacturers of the happy fella dolls, is being accounted for by them in their plans (calling back to the OST cover that shows the cultists as the chess masters of all the other characters).

To be frank, I don't think we have enough information to speculate on the secret ending.

That's all I've got ,if you read this far you deserve to see this beautiful image I have dubbed "The Candy Derper", that I accidentally caught while trying to get the image at the top of the post.

[caps-clever-girl]

we need a greys anatomy show but like. at a vets. i want a team of doctors trying DESPERATELY to make a bionic leg for a leopard gecko while it's vitals are dropping and over the table two of the doctors make up after the year long sex fight they've been having or some ridiculous shit

in the first season finale they have to help a hurt tiger and they're the closest thing to help even thought they aren't at all equipped but derperate times and all that - and then the tiger wakes up

third season finale half the vets blows up or theres a hurricane

[grouperhq]

im derper than derpy hooves bitch

[0rbit]

hope is a dangerous thing for a derper like me to have

[capitalcorgi]

Derping hard on the “fetching green”

[vergess]

People talking about 'pcos without hyperandrogens' as if its a coherent medical class and not 'where they put fat bitches so they don't have to actually look for causes or treatments.'

Anyway pcos is an intersex condition, eat my whole entire ass.

It's a DISORDER IN THE DEVELOPMENT OF SEX CHARACTERISTICS you fucks. That's intersex. That's definitionally fucking intersex.

The fact that some of you twats are so self obsessed that you cannot conceive of someone being intersex differently from you is a personal goddamn failing.

Even if someone's pcos isn't virilizing? BITCH MY OVOTESTIS WASN'T VIRILIZING EITHER HOW IS THAT RELEVANT

Just say you think that being intersex is a special rare thing that makes you unique ant that admitting its prevalence makes you feel less special.

Then get over your goddamn self and open your eyes to the dramatically more pressing fact:

IF 5% OF THE HUMAN POPULATION IS INTERSEX AND MOST OF THEM DON'T EVEN KNOW IT, THEN THERE'S NO GODDAMN REASON WHY WE SHOULD KEEP PERFORMING MEDICAL MALPRACTICE ON INTERSEX BODIES

[youcantsitwithus]

[azonewithu]

How much foes this stupid fucon base cost now? All those tanks? Yhat are usrless now the submarines that are gonna becrepkaced by derper diving drones. Drone combat beneath thecwaves great. Thst reslly makes shit greatvagain. If it ever was that great to begin with even yet. With the money they spent on this they could have cured every disease in the book three times by now. This place foesntvevrn have good art in the cafeteria. Did you see that shit. Ya dpent all this money on equipmentvwhat you cant slend a little more on the mursl artidt. That looked like an uninspired twelve year old did it. It would only make you wanna kill yourself if you stared at it long enough.

[mushroommanstan]

Sex Wrestling with Sub Shigaraki

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The habit first started when Kurogiri interupted one of your sex sessions.

He insisted that you two had too much of it, and that the time you both spent pleasuring each other would be much better spent training. You were annoyed at first, but you had to admit, Shigaraki had a good way of finding middle ground.

Every night available, you two would gather on an old wrestling mat in his room and try to pin eachother down and pleasure them. Whether with your mouth or fingers, the goal is to make your opponent cum first. The winner dominated and humiliated the other in the rough sex that followed.

You were currently pinned under Shigarakis strong arms, thighs pressed against your stomach with one hand while the other fingered you deeply. His dry fingers massaged and rubbed your sensitive walls as you wailed out in pleasure, shaking limbs finding no reprieve in his strong hold.

He cackled as you moaned out, bending down just enough for the tip of his tongue to tickle your clit. It was too much. He was superhuman when it came to pleasuring you, worming his tongue and fingers through your tight defenses and into the soft, hidden g-spots inside you didn’t even know existed. He was good. Too good.

“Looks like I’m gonna win y/n” he boasted, arms flexing with your derperate attempts to rip them off of you. It was no use, he was stronger than you and you knew it, no matter how much you writhed and squirmed. You felt your climax approaching and you wailed out. You couldn’t let him win. Not when you just got a new strap-on just for him. No, that ass is going to be filled tonight, you’re sure of it. You can do this.

While he was preoccupied, one leg freed itself from his hold, lowering down his chest until your toes felt across his flush red tip. His cock bounced in surprise, him letting out a choked gasp as your toes danced along his tip. He twitched and throbbed but you managed to stay on his cock, your foot making its way down his shaft as he whined.

“Wait… no… stop!” He pleaded, his eyes burning with desperation as his fingers moved faster, harder, bludgeoning themselves against your walls.

“C’mon Tomura, I know you’re aching for me. I know you want me to fill your desperate, greedy little hole and make you cry out.”

He moaned out at the thoughts being forcefully planted in his mind, beginning to panic a little as you turned the tables. He worked even harder, determined to finish this.

You squealed, legs shaking and eyes crossing but you wouldn’t give up. You kept moving your foot along his dick until you saw his eyebrows scrunch together in pleasure.

You kept giving him dirty talk too, knowing he couldn’t handle it when you told him all the things you wanted to do. His hips buckled with every suggestive purr, a sight that gave you hope as you pushed your foot against him more firmly.

You were both embarrassingly close, but just as you were about to give in, you used your finishing move. You slammed your foot down, your heel crushing his balls into the mat as he screamed out in pleasure filled agony. White ropes of victory spilled out over you as you finally allowed yourself to let go over his fingers. A cacophony of wails and moans left both of your mouths, the pleasure exploding inside you both and sending electricity wracking through your bodies. Then, as quickly as it came, it ended. You both finally fell back against the cushions, submerged in satisfied exhaustion.

He panted heavily, arm rising to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he fought to catch his breath. “Damn….. it…”

You chuckled, finally finding the strength to crawl back over to him, climbing onto his chest and resting your hand over his neck. His eyes gleamed as your fingers squeezed against his windpipes, a choked whimper leaving his pleased smirk. You chuckled.

“You lose, baby boy. Time to get punished~”

[poop4u]

My derper on his birthday ❤️