#fkn gutted

[tomboyyyaoi]

just got laid off might have to open commissions

[bunnihearted]

the exact moment i sat down to have some coffe nd watch a video my neighbor starts drilling :D

[nogchompa]

i bet it feels good as fuck to release emotions thru music. would luv 2 try it one day

[cahirsmommy]

this is so sober to death by car seat headrest

[taegularities]

my husband was just talking to me about yu-gi-oh, which i have no knowledge of, so all i had to contribute to the conversation was "pretty sure rid has said she likes yu-gi-oh" and he wanted me to ask what deck you play 🤣

LMFAOOO oh my gosh, in all honesty... i was a little into yu-gi-oh back in elementary school and can't remember anything anymore 😭 but i can absolutely talk about anime like naruto, one piece, death note and other high school slice of life stuff if he's into those?! :')))

[ziracona]

[strywoven]

@fatebinded has requested a story : ❛   i don’t want to let go. i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❜   jen to kaen bc punch me pls

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

This conversation – thus , this topic – has been a long time coming.  Kaen has neglected it for both their sakes ( or so they tell themself ) , though now that the already strained relationship between realms has become too contentious to ignore , it seems appropriate to mention it all.  Kaen does what they can to explain everything to Jen ( about the thinning divide between realms that sparked the conflict , about the influx of violence between mortals & non , about the gods taking advantage of the encroaching chaos— ) , to tell him that even the godling has a role in all this ; they , too , will have to eventually accept their Fate and try to ⸺

⸺ It startles them when Jen suddenly and uncharacteristically interrupts their words with his own : i don’t want to let go , he says , his features fixed with despair , his eyes filling with the memories of a history that now begins to repeat itself , i’m not ready to say good-bye yet.  Although he tries to keep his voice firm , calm , he fails , his tone wavering and sounding almost c h o k e d with preemptive grief.

Many a time in the past the godling has found themself watching people leave them behind – it is a wound they and Jen share – but t h i s is new ; the roles are entirely REVERSED as they see their friend with his fists clenched and quivering voice , his expression d e s p e r a t e as he gazes up at them , imploring them to reconsider.  It feels … WRONG in a way Kaen cannot quite articulate.  Perhaps because they know this must be reopening old scars for Jen , but also because he does not deserve the grief of potentially losing someone he cares for ( again ) .  In fact , no-one ought to be forced to burden such a pain.

Guiltily , Kaen glances away , own furred ears drooping l o w against their head , the divine glow to their person d i m m i n g .  No , he doesn’t deserve this.  Yet this must be done ( it must , it must , it must ! ) , one way or another.  Surely , he could understand they have no other choice … ?   ❝ Jen … ❞  Starts the thought only to let it end , uncertain of how to carry on.  What should they say to him ?  What can they say ?  An apology doesn’t seem adequate enough for something like this.  Their gaze finds his , their hand settling atop one of his balled , trembling fists , g e n t l y unwinding his fingers so they may hold his hand in a comforting grip.  ❝ Ah know- Ah know ye would rather Ah not do somethin’ like this , an’ ‘onestly if there w a s any other way Ah’d do it , but- but there isn’t.  Ah ‘ave ta’ go an’ face m’father , ‘s th’ only way ta’ try’n end things. ❞  Kaen grimaces at their own words , at the taste of them ; it all sounds so … F i n a l .  Though it is true , their life hangs in the balance , swinging precariously on an ever-thinning divide.

For a long while , Kaen simply holds his hand , sits with him in silence , allows the weight of the moment to press down upon them both ( for him , the realization that his best friend is quite literally walking into death to save the world ; for them , the realization that they are sacrificing everything to save everything ) .  Eventually , the godling sighs , puffing embers into the air.  ❝ Ah dun’ wan’ ye ta’ mourn me , ❞ They tell him , noting the way his face scrunches up even further , ❝ Ah wan’ ye ta’ save- ta’ save yer tears fer when it’ll matter , okay ? ❞  Their free hand lifts , pressing to the back of his neck and ushering him forward to press their foreheads together , an i n t i m a t e and affectionate gesture.  ❝ Like fer when Ah end this stupid war an’ come back ta’ ye … ❞  It’s a promise they both know might be IMPOSSIBLE to keep , but Kaen makes it to him anyways.  There’s another small pause before Kaen smiles a bit , their voice softening , lowering to just above a weepy-noted whisper , ❝ Ah … Ah love ye , Jen.  Please dun’ ferget tha’. ❞

[smoreal]

The Twitter account for sonic hourly is so cool don’t get me wrong I love them but dude. cite your sources. I can’t live like this. Even if the shit is sold out or literally only one product was made IDC LEMME SEE IT AND DELUDE MYSELF INTO THINKING I HAD A CHANCE

[0800-her]

He tried soo hard to be gentle, he really did. the whole night he made sure you were wet enough so he could slip in easily. he fingered you, made sure to stretch you open properly, talking you through it the whole time. when he finally bottomed out inside you, you hissed in pain shoving your head into a pillow to muffle your cries. "sweetheart? you ok? your feeling a little tense sweets," you mentally rolled your eyes. "Oh really? nah it's not like your digging in my guts or anything cos i can FKN feel it." Being a brat never got you anywhere. that's why the next morning you had to call in "sick" from work because you could hardly feel the bottom half of your body.

[necklacings]

Townes Van Zandt - Highway Kind

My days, they are the highway kind They only come to leave But the leaving I don't mind it’s the coming that i crave Pour the sun upon the ground Stand to throw a shadow Watch it grow into a night And fill the spinning sky Time among the pine trees It felt like breath of air Usually I just walk these streets And tell myself to care Sometimes I believe me And sometimes I don't hear Sometimes the shape I'm in Won't let me go

Well, I don't know too much for true But my heart knows how to pound My legs know how to love someone My voice knows how to sound Shame that it's not enough Shame that it is a shame Follow the circle down Where would you be?

You're the only one I want And I've never heard your name Let's hope we meet some day If we don't, it's all the same And I'll meet the ones between us And be thinking about you And all the places I have seen And why you were not there

[jesuistrestriste]

thinking about no not november with patrick, maybe frat!patrick.. teasing him so badly but he made a bet with art and hes determined to last longer than him but reader makes it hell

oh yea he gets fkn pissed at you .

he regrets ever telling you about the bet because now he’s getting nude selfies from you at 8 AM and videos of you fingering yourself with his name on your lips at 9 PM. there isn’t an hour that goes by where his brain isn’t forced to conjure up insanely perverted mental images of you doing filthy things to him.

he texts you whenever you send him something. usually stuff like “you’re evil” and “you’re making this so much worse”.

but he never actually tells you to stop.

sometimes, late at night, he’ll push a pillow between his thighs and gingerly roll his hips down into it while he looks back at your messages.

it doesn’t count if he just doesn’t come, right?

he pictures you bouncing on his fat cock, leaving a frothy ring around the base when you cream on it; pictures you sitting on his face and letting him slurp every drop of your release from you while his meaty fingers squelch inside your walls and pull whimpers from your glossy lips.

it’s all torturous.

he’ll take off his backwards hat so that he can lay his forehead down comfortably on the mattress and properly fuck the cushion trapped under his pelvis. he nearly mewls when he feels a blurt of precome seep out of his tip and into his boxers.

he basically gives himself blueballs for nearly the entire month— edging himself every single night.

if he was less stubborn, he’d just let art win and he’d let himself give in to the constant bubbling of pleasure in his gut. but he is stubborn. so he holds out until he gets a text from art on Nov 18.

from “donaldson”: u win. whatever.

and patrick is leaping from his bed and immediately sprinting out of his room and down the street to your dorm. doesn’t even text art back ! poor thing’s too ready to finally get what he’s been craving..

[mothercoconuts97]

I'm probably sooo late to the party on this but it occurred to me in the shower and gut punched me so now everyone else has to know about it

So obviously I'm a big Deadpool fan. Adore the comics, love the movies. Was super excited for Deadool & Wolverine, obvs. Fully expecting to cry my guts up in the theatre like I did for Deadpool 1 & 2. I really really enjoyed it (and the Honda Odyssey scene haunts my sex dreams) but I didn't get that same emotional reaction.

This scene here, in Deadpool 2? Fucking wrecked me. Every time I watch it, I sob. Wade goes through so so much to get Vanessa back, he loves her so much that he would travel through time for her. I can't overestimate how much this affects me; my wife and I even had the MTV Unplugged version of A-Ha's "Take On Me" as our first dance. It's our song, because Wade and Vanessa's love is as strong as ours.

I went into DP&W ready to sob if they took Vanessa away from Wade again. But they didn't, because that's how the movie starts. Wade's already lost Vanessa, and not because some bad guy took her away. It just...ended, like even the best relationships do. I didn't like that. How could Wade go through all of this, over 2 movies, to be with Vanessa, just for it to fall apart? (It may not help how strongly I identify with Wade and it seemed like they were saying my relationship too could fall apart one day through nobody's fault but mine, but that's another issue)

What finally snapped into place in my brain today is that, in DP&W, Wade's role is changed.

He still does the hero thing, naturally. But this time it's Logan who is risking it all to save Wade. Logan tears through a fkn steel door to get to Wade, to try help, or at least not let him die alone.

For once, Wade has someone defying impossible odds for him, he has someone risking their life for him. That's probably never happened before, at least for Movie Wade. Finally, someone is trying to save him, someone thinks he's worth saving (if we're working under the assumption I'm self-inserting here, we can agree that my trauma minefield of a brain didn't even see that as an option)

So, I left the cinema happy with the film, but a bit underwhelmed with the emotional climax. Wade kicked ass as usual, but he didn't squish my heart like a mushy tomato as he did before.

It took a loooong time but my brain finally caught up. I got the gut punch. Now I need to watch it again and be prepared to sob my eyes out

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires ch 8 Preview

Pairing- yandere gojo x fem reader-explicit

It's coming back- est Oct 22nd- MDNI- so much yandere and breeding kink, Gojo fkn psycho 🤭❤️ -It's out - Chapter 8

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“I’m gonna make you a mommy tonight. Need you to stop taking that fucking pill, promise me?”

You gasp, then let out a muffled cry as he slams his lips, and flips you on your back, pressing your legs over his shoulders, shoving his cock deeper. You scream out, no coherent answer, as he pumps into you, and it’s not gentle, it’s sure, long strokes, that jerk your entire body under him. He’s caressing your ankles, the sides of your feet as he folds you further.

“Tell me, tell me you will. Have my baby. Stay here, stay here at our fucking home. Say it.” His words are batshit crazy, and you should be afraid, but you’re melting for him, as he’s got you completely folded into the mattress, and you’re gushing wetness around his thick length, eyes rolling back as you’re about to cum, pressure insane.

“S-Satoru… wh-what? I… ngh! Fuck!” You’re shattering, cumming so hard you’re a twitching mess under him, and he’s groaning as he feels you pulsing around him, his own pretty eyes rolling back.

“Fuck you feel so goddamn perfect. Say it, I need to fill you up, so good with me, will you be a good girl and say it?” He’s whispering, tickling the sensitive lobe of your ear, before running the tip of his tongue up it, and you’re gripping the soft blankets beneath you, fading in and out of consciousness at how good it feels, at the consuming storm that was Satoru Gojo.

“That’s… we… just talk? I…”

“Not just talk.” He laughs harshly, shaking his head as he now puts his heavy weight on you, as his abdomen tenses, and his cock thickens in your tight entrance, and he’s cupping your face with his huge hands, biting your lower lip and breathing heavy as he pumps in your soaking wet cunt. “Don’t take them anymore. Lemme knock you up, have you so big with me.”

“Fuck! Satoru…”

“No.” He slaps your cheek, and you whimper, as the sting knocks you even more senseless.

“Daddy.”

“Mmm, good girl. Say it, now. No birth control.” You’re fading out even more, as he’s pressing your thighs completely against your breasts, as you cannot breathe anything but his scent, as his sweat drips down and you taste it on your lips. And his gaze, stormy and insane, takes you over.

“Want your babies, want them.” You whisper, but he laughs, Mad Hatter grin on his gorgeous fucking face, leaning up now, easing your legs down to rest on his hips, your heels pressing into the strong muscles of his lower back. He presses a hand on your tummy, and feels himself inside you, grinning so wide.

“Feel me fucking up your guts, huh? Wait till you’re so full of me, wait till your tits get so big, dripping with milk. And you’re so round here, baby will be so big, what will your tiny fucking body do?” You’re blinking rapidly, struggling to focus, but he moves his hand and you see it, your tummy bulging, and you’re flushing, overheated, overwhelmed by him.

“You want that, T-Toru?” You manage to whisper, and he bites that lower lip, rolling his hips just so, tip dragging on your g spot, having you a writhing mess under him, nails digging into his sides, feeling his muscles tense.

“I want it so bad, fuck I wanna keep you pregnant, won’t even give you a goddamn break. Put cum in you anytime I want. You’ll let me, won’t you? Such a good girl for Daddy.”

Fuck he’s nuts.

Fuck you’re into it.

You nod then, and he smirks, his pretty pink lips turning up at the corner, as he shoves in so deep it’s bruising, and you scream loud, earning an even wider smirk, his eyes getting lidded. They’re so dilated you can only see the thin ring of that brilliant fucking blue, almost all black like some goddamn sex demon, but maybe that’s what Satoru Gojo was.

And you fucking love it.

“Need you to use your words, pretty little slut. Slut for me, pussy this wet for me, you only moan for me. Say it.” He’s desperate now, as his hands are holding you in place as he rocks his hips, pushing into you over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room, mixing with your gasps and whimpers. “Use that pretty mouth, or did I fuck you stupid?”

You can’t form a goddamn thought aside from how sore you are and how good that pain feels, mixing with the insane pleasure. Satoru’s cock is relentless, filling you so completely that you feel like you’re going to break, but you crave it, you crave his dominance, his possession of your body. You can feel yourself tightening around him, your muscles spasming as you chase the high of your orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me. So tight, so perfect. Tell me it, please. Please.” He whispers against your ear, leaning down as he pins you, not letting you move, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, making you shiver.

“It’s too much! Satoru, too much!”

“Nah, you got it, like a perfect little slut. My slut. Aren’t you baby?” He leans up, hand squeezing your throat, smiling as he sees those tears of overstimulation, and you start floating, feeling like you’re on some other existence with him. “Can my poor baby not fucking speak?

“Mmm! I… y-yes. Yes!”

“Then say it, you’ll have my babies. Be my pretty little fucking stay at home mommy, yeah?” He’s pounding even deeper, and you feel any shreds of feminism you had left (They’ve been few and far between since you let this psycho fuck your brains literally out) fall away.

He’s insane.

Is it just sexy talk? Is it just a kink?

He yanks out and you whine at the emptiness, hands reaching out for him, as he leans up and scowls now. “You’re a bad girl. You won’t say the right thing. Should I punish you, not let you cum?”

“No! Please, please… don’t stop.” You beg, your voice trembling as you feel yourself craving him so badly inside. Satoru rubs his tip teasingly between your folds, chuckling then, his other hand bracing himself on the other side of your head, clinging into your hair, pulling just hard enough to prick tears in your eyes.

“Then be a good girl.” He whispers, cooing those words as he’s pressing just the tip in, and you’re pulsing around it, desperately trying to pull him closer, deeper. He glares then, eyes narrowing. “Gonna cum from my tip? Needy slut. Why not say it, say how good you’ll be.”

“I’ll have your babies, I told you Toru. Mmm!” He pushes in again, but he doesn’t move, as your wriggle under him helplessly. “Please, oh please, please…”

“And how are you gonna have my babies, on your stupid fucking pill huh?”

He’s brushing your hair back lovingly as he speaks harshly, as he talks insane shit, and your mind is muddled, as you’re so fucking pathetic for him. You gulp now, picturing it, picturing him trying to put a baby in you, picturing you pregnant with his baby, and it… fuck it does shit to you.

You’re even wetter, and he notices, with a smirk on his pretty face, as he squeezes your chin tightly, so goddamn possessive. “Toru…”

“Say it.”

“Fuck. I’ll throw em out.” He responds with a low growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls back and shoves in deep, and you’re crying out, head pressing back into those pillows of his, your hips rolling up for more.

“That’s my girl. Gonna let me knock your perfect pussy up?” He says then, and you nod eagerly, as he finally picks up the pace, driving into you like he’s trying to reach your soul, and he already goddamn has. “Good girl, you’re so good, gonna be such a good mommy, huh?”

“I will, I will. I want it, fuck. I wanna do it, put it in me.” You plead now, with watery eyes, your hands clinging to the top of his shoulder desperately, as he holds back just a bit, watching you fall apart. “Please, put one in me, a baby. Promise, will throw the pills out. Ah- fuck!” You scream out again, lost in the sensation of his pounding cock now, in the pain and pleasure that he brings.

I took a lil break bc I was finishing up fics first and started Silent Serenades! I hope you all will enjoy the ending few chaps of this one ❤️

[violettwrites]

hi!! will you please write another fic about daryl x reader

reader seeing/experiencing something traumatic and she’s shaking and tears rolling down her cheeks and daryl sits down in front of her trying to comfort her.

safe in your skin 🏹 daryl dixon

a/n: hi nonnie than you so much for this request !! ( and sorry it took so long 😭 ) i listened to the song linked while writing this and highly recommend you guys do too !! it’s beautiful and tigers jaw is one of my fave bands 🫶🏻 anyway i hope you enjoy this !! and as always, don’t forget to like/reblog if you enjoyed this and feel free to follow me to see more of my stuff !! x

i also just realised gregory is the fkn asshole from hilltop but this is NOT him i just couldn’t think of names apparently i am so sorry

as always, my ask box is open !

( intended lowercase )

summary: reader and daryl go on a supply run, but are separated from someone close to them— when they do eventually find them, they must learn to deal with the unforgiving curse that is life.

warnings: mentions of death

word count: 848

the woods were eerily quiet, the usual rustle of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife had been replaced by a thick and heavy silence. you and daryl had been split from gregory during a supply run, someone you had been through the fall with since the start. your best friend in this unforgiving world. but you had known he was smart enough to survive on his own until the two of you found him. or so you thought.

the sun was starting to breach the horizon, the soft glow casting an almost angelic light over the town daryl had led you to in search for your best friend. if it was anyone else, he probably would have told them it wasn’t worth risking their lives to look for him, but you were different.

making your way towards the warehouse you all were supposed to go to so you could find supplies, you stopped once you reached the parking lot, spotting a group of walkers, all crouched down as they feasted on something— someone.

gregory.

you knew that brown coat he had worn since the start, now covered in blood and guts— the remains of what was once your best friend. the sight was too much, causing you to drop to your knees, mouth open to speak but nothing came out.

the brutal reality hit you like a tidal wave— all at once. sure, you had lost people before. people that were close to you, but there was something so much different about losing your best friend. your confidant. the one you told everything to. just taken away from you like that. he was gone. his last moments presented to you in a gruesome way— a way he never wanted to go out.

your hand shakily came to your mouth, tears clouding your vision as they freely streamed down your cheeks, choked sobs coming from your lips as you tried to process what happened, but you couldn’t. you couldn’t get your head around the fact he was truly gone. it was a sight that was haunting, knowing it would be imprinted in your mind for the rest of your life.

daryl, ever the stoic figure he was, had been beside you, at a loss for words. he watched as you struggled to keep yourself together, but the sight of you silently breaking down next to him made his heart wrench. you didn’t deserve to see your best friend’s end like that. no one did.

he took a deep breath, crouching down slowly in front of you, fearing that any sudden moment or words might shatter you further.

“hey,” he spoke softly, his rough voice carrying a tenderness that was rarely heard. he reached out, placing his hands on your shoulder in attempt to ground you— to bring you back to this reality, as much as you didn’t want to be here.

you looked up at him, eyes red and glassy, struggling to form words. daryl didn’t push; he simply stayed there, his present a silent testament to his support. he wasn’t asking you to speak or pretend you were okay, he was just there, a steady presence in the midst of your storm.

as the minutes ticked by, daryl slowly pulled you into a gentle embrace, arms tightly wrapped around you. you rested your head against his chest, body still trembling as you tried to come to terms with the loss you had just suffered suddenly. you tried to focus on the beat of his heart, steady as you listened, a small yet significant reassurance. he stroked your hair with one hand, the other still holding you close.

“i know,” he murmured into your hair, his voice rough yet filled with emotion. “it ain’t fair, it ain’t right.” he paused for a moment, swallowing hard as he tried to find the right words. “but we gotta keep goin’. for him. for everyone we lost. we gotta keep movin’.”

you nodded against him, the closeness offering a fragile sense of comfort. you knew daryl was right, the world didn’t stop for anyone. and the dead wouldn’t stop for anything. not even your tears and cries. but the ache in your chest was still painful. yet his presence was a lifeline, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, you weren’t alone.

eventually, you pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze. there was a shared understanding in his eyes, an unspoken bond formed through loss and survival. everyone had experienced the same thing. but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

daryl offered a small, encouraging nod, and together, you stood up, ready to face the rest of your journey— knowing it would be filled with more moments like this. as much as you wish it wasn’t— that cruel things didn’t have to happen to such kind people.

the road ahead was uncertain and filled with the echoes of loss, but with daryl by your side, you took your first step forward, carrying the memory of gregory with you— not his gruesome death, but the light he brought to your life.

[nerdy-frog98]

I feel so sick. Makeup is ruined. Heart is broken. This episode gutted me.

Maddie + Buck sibling supremacy 😭😭

Few points on this episode:

- A lot of things make so much sense about Buck now. His abandonment issues, specifically.

- The part of the episode where Buck is trying to lift that giant thing off of the guy he’s trying to save, and he momentarily gives up and just cries…and then the team comes and helps him?? I’m sorry but that is the singular best scene of the entire show. The. Entire. Show. Found family is my FAVORITE thing ever, and that was such a good show of it. I expected them to be mad at him (as they usually are when he does stupid stuff) but them being supportive at such a vulnerable moment was PEAK family behavior 😭😭 I will never fkn recover.

- Good LORD. This is such an angsty episode, and that’s coming from a show where basically every team member has some deep trauma/angst in their background. Buck is such a beautifully written character too, and I cannot get over how much character development he’s gotten since his intro in the first episode. I’m so impressed.

- Maddie shouldn’t have kept that secret from him his entire life, but god. How do you even tell your kid brother that his entire existence spawned from the diagnosis of a different brother that didn’t even survive? I understand where she’s coming from.

Okay, off to recover by drowning myself in sugar :) GREAT EPISODE.

[boxwinebaddie]

hallowhallowhallow~ my dear, sweet children of the scandy eye-man-candy korn! sorry for the trick, my treats ( ...>.>;; thiiis is why i try not to make promises about postin 'cause, before there was jersey, there was he(a)rsay aka me, the og unreliable narrator w/ great hair *flips* )

either way...it's not you; it's me. more specifically, its a fkn MRI that i have to schedule that i have been avoiding like the plague -- and all my responsibilities along with it. most regrettably of all, dearlings...

i missed the most chaotic bisexual day of the year! :( nOO! perolike call me randy marsh the way i RUINED stan's birthday AGAIN! ( also, aaa!~ can you believe ravenstan turned 22? not my eyes leaking :'} rs really is my fkn angel and my sweet son; i mean that. mi amorcitooo~

...i feel oddly motherly things for him in this chilis <333 ( also he really Hates his bday, but i promise him and jersey did something very cute for it xx ) BUT! more on that later, beloveds! because i am breaking my silence to make a Very Important Announcement:

I Put Jersey In COSPLAY. ;)))))

( ljsDsjldskds crYiiiiiN i'll fix the spelling l8r )

basically! every year for ravenstan's faux, goth heaux, celebprettyboy birthday ( aka HALLOWEEN <333 ) they throw gayven a MASSIVE star-studded, spooky-ooky pacifistic majorRAGER; its THE party!

( probably at whatever the fanciest hotel or hottest nightclub is in NYC at the moment -- or maybe i'll have it at the iconique sicktorian manwhorsion so that rs and jk can sneak off into stan's greenhouse and have a *british tolkien vc* cheeky lil snog ala the climax of rm ;) )

but every year, crimson dawn gayng does a themed group halloween costume ( last year, they went as greta gerwig barbie characters; jimmy went as alan, marj was weird barbie, keny was ken, naturally, and ofc, blonde ravenstan had to go as barbie; it was...Necessary. yw.

ALSO, very important to me that you know that kenny and ravenstan were specifically in the Legendary Hot Pink Cowboy Jumpsuits -- i just KNOW yersey was crying and throwing up; my man looked so GOOD...and bent over an Unncessary Amount Of Times; jail foreVA! )

BUT THIS YEAR!!!!! THIS YEAR!!!!! BECAUSE STAN IS A CRINGEY, BOYFAIL LOSER AND STANIME ENJOYER ( y'all are going to have to pry that hc from my Cold Dead Gay Hands! its is the Right answer! so either get with it or get steppin! Cry! Cope! LAME ASS DORK BOY RAVENSTANIME NATION, WE ARE SOOOOOOOOOO UP LOL! )

they are going as CHAINSAW MAN CHARACTERS. ( am...azing ;-; )

okay...so the lineup Might change? but as it stands atm, i am thinking jimmy is denji ( that...makes so much sense to me, i fear ), KENNY AS POWER IS THE RIGHT ANSWER SORRY, marjorine's hair was already a pink/red color, so i think makima is also just...right...yeah? but, uh...

aNYWAYS WHATS IMPORTANt???!!!! IS THAT RAVENSTAN IS AKI AND THEYRE FORCING JERSEYKYLE AT FUCKING NERF GUN POINT TO GO AS ANGEL!!!! ITS NECESSARY!!!! IT IS THAT SERIOUS.

like...oh my GOOOOOD. if you don't know what the hell i'm talking about, you might have to do some light googling BUT??? WHEN YOU DO PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN SEE THE VISION. i love you so BAD, pierced and yatted up, edgy boy punk rock ravestaki with his hair up,

( shoutout to when teri ~hi teri~ told me that putting stan's hair up is a nina influenced event...too real; speaking of his hair? i think he is...still a little blonde, like maybe just the bottom half or MAYBE oOOH? ill do his lil eboy curtain bangs because...wow. delicious. thank you god. also i know his makeup and his guyliner was FIERCE, BITCH!

also...i am bringing the lipring chain back bc it is my FAVORITE edgy rs hot topic display acessory -- which means it's Also jersey's bc he has...what? TASTE! /for metal, taco bell cinnamon twists, **achem!** a passion for fashion...and also v pretty twinky nerdy emo boys. <3/ )

BUT UHHHHH...listen. if ANYONE ELSE ASKED, jk would tell you to kys and gut you. but...sigh. ravenstan is actually god's angel, HIS EYES ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND BLUE AND LARGE, like??? when he reliquishes the matte black golden retriever puppy dog pout, bats his very long dark eyelashes at you, juts the lil stanopener ringed lip out at you and his eyes sparkle like gothboy rapunzel from tangled...it really is SOOOO over. i would fold. jerseykyle...did fold. sorry, king.

RAVENSTAN ALSO NEVER, EVER ASKS FOR ANYTHING?! like he is SO nice and selfless and kind. he never, ever, EVER asks for anything. jk actually like actively has to try and force him to ask for things; its his lil project because God Forbid that man do one less than saintly or self-indulgent thing...fyi, its that every year he asks for a Sword...

WHICH IS SO INSANE, LIKE ABSOLUTEly NOt--did they...get him a sword...i--maybe? oh my god. i knOW HE SCREEEAMED KSLSDkj )

but back to cosplay!jersey ( god, i love my life. when i tell you this was an epic win for pathetic loser gamer boys everywhere LIKE HAHA i got my FINE ASS preppy office siren boyfriend to wear The Outfit ) which...actually isnt that different to what he usually is wearing, tbh?

( also...getting ur messy eboy bf to wear any kind of suit and get all cleaned up, is actually a net win for normie preppy office siren boys everywhere so he Also Won; like it really is just worth it to see rs roll up his sleeve w the TAttoOOS WWWWHEEEW with the hair tie in his mouth while he puts his hair up...jk like E-Excuse Me *goes Feral* )

the halo was sooo cute btw, als the cheekbone guylighter? HOOOO. so...beautiful. i also think he got a little guyliner or shadow...just so i can have ravenstan homoerotically applying his makeup pre-party ;)) BUT THE IMPORTANTE PARTE IS THAT WE GET GORG SWOOPY FARRAH FAWCET JERSEY WITH HIS HAIR STRAIGHTENED WHICH rs also like E-Excuse Me *GOES FKN FERAL* in...SAAAAANE.

it was probably so long and luxurious, it was rs' finest work literally. i know it was steamy in that bathroom. unfortunately god bless him, rs is probably a little autistic ( y...eah...yeah ) and jk kept trying to make out with him, help, bc he's very cute when he takes his medication like a responsible king to combat the severe gaydhd and laserfocuses really hard on what he's doing ( ilysm transmaquilladorble rs xxx <333

he does all his makeup, btw, bc he's shaky asf and doesn't like to inconvenience the makeup artists; they just clean it up for him...he's rlly good, btw ) does the squint and stan lipbite and tilts his head and very gently holds your face...Wowza, truly. jkyle was like u are so beautiful to Me. rs like....what do you MeAN actually ethereal 6ft tall avant garde haute couture european vogue italia supermodel boy whose hair i am straightening in this lil bathroom in my big ass ratty teeshirt with my dumb eboy hair back in this headband sitting on the the bathroom counter trying not to hit my inhaler like a vape every five seconds because this does not feel real to me??? sklhdk In Luv! )

but yeah...super best cosplay stanime boyfriends DEVOURING! i also just want them to do the serran wrap kiss and have it go viral. also x2 if you are looking for them, so sorry, ik, they pregamed a little too hard and looked a little too fine and are probably making out and ruining the extensive labors of stan's beautiful star tattooed emo boy silver ringed tan hands one of which is in jkyle's very lucious straight hair and the other one is probably hiking up his dress shirt...woops!

Amen Gaymen.