#fuckinghell

[joe-fuckingtwice-toye]

well, frens, let's roll up, i refuse to continue watching. thanks for the attention and all that, but fuck it.

[integrityvictim]

[skatoonyfan1234]

Looney Tunes: Daffy Duck Murders his Ex-Wives

The Mrs Daffy Duck from 'Quackodile Tears' stared up at the building.

"Is this the place?" said a voice. She turned to see the Mrs Daffy Duck [from 'His Bitter Half'] come up, followed by her son, Wentworth.

"Yes, yes it is." said QT Mrs Daffy Duck. She noticed Wentworth. "Why is he here?" she asked.

"I brought him becuase the letter i received said I had to bring him too." HBH Mrs Daffy Duck said.

"I recieved a letter too." QT Mrs Daffy Duck said. "But it didn't have the bring your child thing unlike yours." she added.

"Well, it's the meeting place that the letter said," HBH Mrs Daffy Duck said, "Just a shame the letters we recieved didn't say who wanted us to meet here."

"Only one way to find out." said QT Mrs Daffy Duck.

The 2 Mrs Daffy Ducks [and Wentworth] went into the building.

Inside, the room was very dark, save for one spotlight.

Under said spotlight, stood their ex-husband: Daffy Duck.

He turned around to see them.

"Well, wasn't it nice of you both to acept my invitation." he said to them.

"What is it you want?" QT Mrs Daffy Duck said.

"Something I call... REVENGE." Daffy said.

"What does he mean by that?" HBH Mrs Daffy Duck said to QT Mrs Daffy Duck.

SUDDENLY!

A huge clamp grabbed Wentworth and dragged him over to Daffy Duck.

Daffy Duck, getting an evil look in his eyes, wieled some very sharp scissors and knives.

Then Daffy Duck cut off Wentworth's leg, then his arm, then fucking brutally ripped open his chest, pulled out all his fucking organs, threw them all over the place and cut off his head. Blood went fucking flying everywhere as he did that. Then once it was over, Daffy threw his fucking dead body down in front of the 2 gobsmacked Mrs Daffy Ducks.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!" screamed HBH Mrs Daffy Duck angrily.

"How the fuck could you do such a nasty thing to such an innocent child!?" snapped QT Mrs Daffy Duck.

"HE WAS A FUCKING BULLSHIT PIECE OF SHIT!" Daffy screamed at her. "And you're despicable!"

BOTH Mrs Daffy Ducks were gobsmacked at such vulgar language.

"YOU ARE DESPICABLE FUCKING SHITHEADS!" Daffy said.

Then Daffy Duck went fucking ballistic on the 2 fucking shithead Mrs Daffy Ducks, and started cutting them up with sharp knives, stabbed them, and generally hitting them. Blood went fucking flying everywhere as he did that. The 2 Mrs Daffy Ducks screamed in bloody murder.

Soon, all that was left of the 2 fucking shithead Mrs Daffy Ducks, and Wentworth, were a bunch of bloody cut-up, splattered remains, and dead bodies.

"SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU FUCKING BULLSHIT SHITHEAD BASTARDS!" Daffy Duck shouted at the fucking dead bodies. Then he laughed evilly.

Then he made his escape before the cops could get him.

[goldenloverss]

Hhnnghh. Of the century. I have 31 dollars to my name . Hmmmm .

[spockasmr]

driving joe home from the lone star bar in mafia 2

[rsuhandito]

mistake

fck problema

[the-bioelectrical-network]

This really deserves your attention and support!!!🫶🏼

Right now Chunka Luta Network is all hands on deck to keep people alive, including a household of 15 without electricity in this winter cold spell.

They were sent money to be at a hotel for a few nights, however further actions must be done to secure either hotel for longer term or repair cost for the electrical stuff to work (to my interpretation

Additionally please share and amplify and do what you can, you really influence more than you imagine.

Share the ask requests by people with intention, this is a beyond brutal situation for unhoused and etc folks.

“The road you can't see here, I took to drop off wood. There was amazing support the first time we ask, so we are gonna ask again after sending out over 3k in support. Please direct donations to $ZitkatosTinCan on CA or @zitkato on ven our organizers electricity got taken out by the wind and it's gonna cost 1200 to reconnect. We are also looking for help connecting the new trailer we bought for someone which is $1000 or more depending on how much line they have to run. We are aiming for 3k as soon as possible so please help us continue keeping people alive. We have another U-Haul trip being planned before the permaculture caravan heads out, so help us keep people alive until our more permanent solutions come in. Please explain the post when you share to garner more eyes, otherwise it just looks like a photo and pointless caption”

!!!URGENT HELP NEEDED FOR PINE RIDGE INDIAN RESERVATION YOU CAN HELP WITH!!! ALL ACTIONS APPRECIATED

Please don’t scroll without doing something!

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information in this post!

Hello folks, as we know like indigenous ppl on turtle island is in an ongoing state of being extremely shitted on by "US of A", and because of climate crisis the weather shits itself, there is a major winter storm with alarms of extreme cold and wind chill warning occuring at this moment, please stay safe everyone!

There's this organization called Chunka Luta Network, currently they are directly helping the traditional families on Porcupine get wood delivered and fill their propane tanks, and to make sure that happen they are working with tribes in Oklahoma.

For background, this org is founded by Sungmanitu, an Oglala Lakota person, their family is from Pine Ridge reservation, after years of making sure their family survive every winter by sending wages back home, they decided to start a winter drive to get coats, hats, a uhaul, wood, and hotels. Now the momentum has been rolling and they are making more tangible impact and carrying out more and bigger projects! <:)

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Consider consistent long term support like patreon, which starts with $1 and liberpay, all displayed in their linktree :) we have power in numbers. Sharing and RB is appreciated.

[apothecaryassistant]

“Hey Windows, are there problems?”

“Yes”

“What’s the problem?”

“I can’t tell you that”

[dockaspbrak]

its 1:39. i have not written as much as i planned and promised to. and all my freakin joints hurt. dude fuck this covid

[nathsolkyoako]

Tgeres two ways to react to a fanfic you wrote while half sleep and partially suicidal

1damn this is actually rlly good I think I just have to edit it what the hell

2

3 literally just the word “Balls”

[shadezovgray]

this is the sexiest shit ever

freaky deak edition

[decafcatfeen]

I could become very dangerous in my artistic skills if I could take the power of my paper and pencil.

And the power of the digital medium and fuse them via tablet and stylus

Reality simply will not let me have such constructs less it would be itself be impressed!

[immortalsins]

> asks flatmate to plsplspls be a little bit quieter with her friends thanku sorry > flatmate & friends chat loudly in the hall about essays at 11pm

[hummingintheback]

Toph: Lin, Please don't do this

Lin: Why? Isn't Suyin more important to you?

Lin: ISN'T SHE?

Izumi: Lin..please stop! Please!

Lin: Even you Zum! Aren't you supposed to be on my side?!

Lin: If not the academy or your job, it's Suyin who has your attention. No matter how much trouble she brings to our family. You've been very forgiving towards her.

Toph: No..

Lin: but for me? I only made one! ONE MISTAKE! What have you done for me? You pushed me away! You sent me away!

I just want my family to be there but YOU PUSHED ME AWAY!

Toph: I know I haven't been a good mother. You are the most responsible, the strongest, the most independent daughter. I've always thought you can handle everything. I admit that sometimes I forget about you. That's because I thought you didn't need me anymore. Lin: I'm not strong. But I tried to be because I had to. I have no one else.

(Lines from a Filo Drama called "Can't Buy Me Love")

Imagine this in a Lin Beifong Villain AU, where Toph tries to stop Lin's revenge plans. The lines fit perfectly 💯

"Look what you made me do"

[peepawthomyorke]

you know when you think you cant do something and then you dont do it and then it doesnt get done because youve downloaded 500 pics of thom yorke instead of doing it? Yeah. Me too.

[sim0nril3y]

Push and Pull

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Simon opens himself up to some physical intimacy, but it seems like even afterwards he still remains guarded and aloof Note: Set in 2014 Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral male receiving, mild angst, Simon being his usual guarded self, canon-typical swearing

Oh god. Fuckinghell. This was happening… Your fingers were so daintily plucking at his belt whilst soft lips pressed open-mouthed kisses against the shallow ‘V’ groves of his lower abdomen. With some assistance you tugged down his jeans and audibly gasped at the outline of his hard cock through his briefs. Simon tried to remain composed as her hot mouth skimmed over the fabric. “Fuck…” Grounding out your name between his grit teeth. Part of him wanted to beg and the other wanted to chastise for teasing him so cruelly.

A tug on his briefs allowed it to spring free causing yet another gasp to find your throat at the sight of his immense uncut cock. His glassy eyes trailed over your flushed features trying so desperately to decipher the look. “You’re huge~” Your voice was barely a whisper but it sent a deep shiver down his spine. There was this need that was building inside of him that he hadn’t felt for such a long time. Simon needed your touch. His cock cried and jumped for your attention.

“Babe, please…” Simon hiccupped out, hands gripping frantically at the material of the sofa cushions. For so long he had been so content with nothing or on the rare occasion his own touch. Simply resigning himself that was all that he was worth, but now with you knelt between his trembling knees. Fuck, he needed you on a deeper level than he had ever experienced. It was confusing, it was arousing but most of it it was fucking terrifying.

The sound of your breathy voice grounded him in that moment. “I got you.” It was sweet and intoxicating. His cock leaked unapologetically against his stomach and a moment later your soft hands wrapped around his cock making his strong hips shoot upwards from muscle memory, those same hands soothingly his hips back into a more relaxed position. “Let me take care of you…” Face beat red and knuckles pale white as his cock leaked and pulsed in the comfort of your fist.

Hardly able to make eye-contact as you worked diligently on his massaging his cock, using his own spend as some type of lube. Rolling back his skin your wet tongue wrapped and lapped at the head of his cock. A choked noise fell from his lips, heart racing in his full chest. Fuckin’ hell. It had been such a long time since he had been cared for so attentively and patiently. Don’t fucking cum right now. Don’t cry. Be a fucking man. He repeated those commands in his head. Christ, the second sunk more of his cock in your throat he practically had to scream those directions in his mind. Keep it together, solider.

“How long has it been, Simon?” His cock removed from your throat you was able to ask a question that lingered in your mind. It didn’t mean your hand stopped jerking his length playfully. “Too long.” Finally, his eyes reopened to find your own. His mouth hung open as you back onto his length. “Gonna be the death of me~” A little laugh around his cock only caused his hips to shoot up higher, maybe giving more of his cock than you were expecting as it followed by a guttural gag. Those dangerous eyes stayed focused on his face the entire time, gaging whether he was appreciating the act or not, it seemed like he was.

“B-babe… fuck… I can’t…” It was all too much. It had just been so long since he had felt this overwhelming pleasure. Typically, he wasn’t a giver or receiver. During a one-night stand Simon would just fuck them and leave, like agreed. No kissing. No head. Minimal touching. This was all entirely different and Simon was just wishing he had wanked in his bathroom before letting you put her lips on him. Rough fingers tangled in your tresses. Finally relinquishing all control over him, Simon began to bob your head up and down on his cock. Throat tight and loud, eyes watery and focused on solely him. “Won’t… last…” It was a warning, if you didn’t want a throat full of cum then back off now, but you stayed firmly between his knees, happily allowing him to use you for pleasure.

At his pinnacle you watched intently as his entirely body went rigid, pushing your head down on his cock and feeling his cum began to flood you throat. For the most part Simon was quiet whilst he climaxed, simply a few grunts and a breathy noise of relief at his end. “Good girl.” A snippet of praise that you had not been expecting. Internally preening at his words, carefully removing yourself from his rapidly deflating cock and wiping your wet mouth with the back of her hand. For a moment you knelt there, running your hands up and down his trembling thighs, rubbing small circles into his flesh hoping that you were giving him some type of comfort at his most vulnerable.

“Do you have any cloths?” The question was hushed as you pushed herself to be standing. In a sleepy drawl Simon explained where to find one. He hadn’t been expecting you to return with a glass of water and a damp cloth. Sinking back down to your knees you spent time cleaning his spent cock, removing his jeans and tugging his briefs back up. “You’re a good girl~” The praise was slurred on his sleepy tongue, eyes practically closed by this point but you accepted it all the same, beaming to yourself as you carefully folded his jeans into a neat square.

That next morning Simon came around to find out it wasn’t just some type of dream his lust-clouded him had made it. No, you were perfectly slotted into his side and his jeans were folded beside him like some present for him to find. In that late morning sunshine Simon allowed himself a few moments to just admire your seeping frame. Curled up into his side like some wonting animal craving love and attention. He took in every inch of your frame, admiring the bones of you but what amused him most of all was that you snored. “Watching me sleep?” A groggy morning voice questioned.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Observing. Assessing.” He offered instead. “You make it sound odd.” Then stroking you hair soothingly. “Want a cuppa?” The question that every Brit wanted to be asked in the morning. You nodded frantically before being moved so delicately so that he could get up and work on that for them. “Milk? Sugar?” Your response of lots of both only made him smirk in response, pulling on his jeans and entering the kitchen.

How the fuck had this all happened? This hadn’t been in is life plans… No, he had envisioned a life of service. That was it. That was all he was good for. Simon was a good solider – No, he was a fantastic solider. He followed ordered well and did what needed to be done for the good of his people. A family, or… whatever you could be considered didn’t have a space in that plan or that future. It was too dangerous. Too many people around him had been hurt or killed because of him. He couldn’t do that to you too.

Tucked up into a comfortable little bundle you sipped at your tea and hummed happily. “I, um… was that okay last night?” Usually full of an unjustified confidence you sounded worried. His brows pinched before he gifted her a small nod. “More than okay.” He assured, not wanting you to think your technique wasn’t good, because fuck it was. “That’s good.” You took another sip of her tea and glanced in his direction again. “Because I’m not sure what you want… or what we’re doing here… like, I know what we are physically doing, but is it just physical or… I don’t know.” Then shaking your head.

Ah, you were feeling a bit uncertain about where they stood. “Without trying to sound like a prick…” Simon sat forward. “I don't think I have a good answer for you...” The other night he knew he didn’t like them blokes talking so vulgarly about you and having you sleep in his arms was… maybe better than getting head from you, but… it couldn’t change his stance on wanting to keep you safe over him being selfish. He could live without a partner, but he simply couldn’t live with her getting hurt, or worse because of him.

“I get that.” The answer came too quick from her, too scared to push him. Your smile was forced and you drunk your much too hot tea way too quickly. “I should probably get going.” Standing up and placing her empty mug down on the coffee table. “You don’t have to leave-“ “I actually have plans.” The words were like you was scolding a young boy and Simon practically recoiled from your snap. “Okay…” He conceded, standing and placing down his own mug. “Do you want a lift home?”

Responding quietly as you gathered together your things you replied. "I'll be fine." And then a moment later you were gone from his door. Fuck, he really had fucked that up, but... but maybe it was for the best. It was for your safety after all. He could live with feeling like a prick if it meant that you were alive and thriving elsewhere.

Masterlist | Ask | 02-09-2023