#get OUTBOF MY HEAD

[howlingbutch]

FUCK OCS MAN I THEYRE BARELY DEVELOPED PAST VAGUE SHAPES AND IDEAS AND THEYRE ALREADY DRIVING ME INSANE

[000marie198]

When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad. I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Miles Tails Prower lemons. Don't you know who I am? I'm the one who's gonna burn your house down. With the lemons! I'm gonna invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down.

I wanna draw 😭😭😭

[sillyelijah]

I did this out of a request from a mutual of mine on tiktok <3

Miguel O'Hara x gn reader

Summary: Miguel is upset about a mission and takes it out on you but later apologizes for it

Includes fluff, angst (?), fight(verbal arguing one sided? ), making up, happy ending! And bad grammer call the grammer police. Also Miguel maybe be a little outbof character???

"Honey are you home?" looking up from your favorite books you were reading after hearing someone foot steps walking to the home office Prosumingly your husband Miguels office.

You didn't get an answer but sure did get to hear a door slam almost knocking over one of your favorite anniversary glass animal collectors you adored. After a minute you decided to get up and head to his office before grabbing his dinner and heading across the hallway to knock and slowly open the tall brown door.

"Honey, how was work I brought yo your dinner." you said as you started to think maybe you shouldn't of having asked how his day was it looked like he was ready to blow like a volcano ready to erupt at any second.

"I'm not hungry nor in the mood to talk I got things to do Cariño." he spoke not even looking up from his desk. As you walked in the office you place is plate in an empty spot so it wouldn't mess up his work.

"Hey, I said I'm not hungry just go put in the kitchen and leave me alone right now I'm busy Cariño. Just leave my office," he spoke raising his tone sounding more angry than he looks.

"Alright," that's all you could say as you were turning away, but as you were walking away and heads to the door you tripped over one of his technology boxes that he didn't finished set up, as you fell you hit your head pretty bad and breaking the dinner plate soon as you crashed which sets Miguel off.

"Are you serious!" Miguel yells getting up, " you done enough today get get out now and stop bothering me. Don't even bother cleaning up the mess, I'll do it myself," he said harshly making you build up tears in you eyes. Immediately getting up and get out office saying," okay."

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you sit on your shared bed in tears holding an ice pack on your head where now bruise developed. As you were sitting you look up to see Miguel peeking in the room, soon as the two of you made eye contact you looked back down at your lap.

"Hey?" Miguel spoke and you nod your head in response to let him know that your listening to him. He brings himself further into the room and came to sit next to you and raps his arm around you and kissed your head, " I'm sorry for yelling at you cariño, I shouldn't have took my anger on you," Miguel said laying his head on yours. "It's okay miggy you were just upset about work," you spoke softly.

"So, that doesn't give me the right to scream at you cariño im so sorry mi amor, how about we go check out that bruises you got go from that fall darling," he spoke softly and smooth like honey and so lovingly.

The end ^_^

I hope you liked it! It's been so long since I wrote something and this was originally was going to be written on AO3 but it's currently downbso I wrote it here♡

[wttcsms]

ok look i already have a couple favs in the goddamn manga

but my eyes keep straying to noel noa JESUS AAAAA GET OUTBOF MY HEAD U 31 YR OLD MAN

NOEL NOA????? i see the vision... but i fear ego himself was my personal "now hear me out" 😔

[purrble-archive]

Always have the voice line of nagito saying " you DONT even KNOW?" In my head always... I read a comment online abt someone saying they don't get a post and all I hear in my head is him . As if he's a guardian angel judging everybody I meet

[frankenfran]

lowkey im tryingto get our of the dark area fr honestly if anuonr has any tips or intel or informatio ran out of m dry ass bread kind of a blessing in disguises like they say lol real talk that shut sucked to ear so if abyone out there can do some aetheryte type shit and get my white ass outbof here would be much appreciated and i could pay you back w at many slop offs as u want deadass im here right now btw any heading helps

my dad sent me to conversion therapy as a teen and some of the things the christian “therapist” said to me there were indistinguishable from what people on here say surrounding the egg discourse. men can be feminine, men can wear dresses sometimes, men can be sensitive, men can use makeup, men can like traditionally feminine things, but they must remain men. remaining a man is more important than anything else. your maleness is immutable and will follow you everywhere you go, so stay in your assigned seat and learn to be okay with it. to say what everyone else has said, ask yourself why you’re so invested in keeping people this way. why do you employ the same tactics as a conversion therapist? what do you stand to gain by insisting there mustn’t be any more trannies in the world?

[shraqsmuses]

It had been well over a few days since the anon had found herself stuck against the rump of Widow, and after dealing with being sat on as well as the heat from being trapped under a latex suit, she finally spoke up. "Miss L-Lacroix?... I think I'm r-ready to come out now..."

Amélie’s body cringed when she felt a muffled voice vibrate within her buttocks. Just when she was taking a peaceful nap as well... she turned her head to her backside and stared at it with half-shut eyes. “Ugh. Has it ever occurred to you to simply crawl out of it? Of course, if you find yourself unable to move a single inch within my suit then... I might consider doing this with other nuisances.”

As much as she toiled her body around, she couldn’t manage to push the anon’s body up her bodysuit, feeling it slip down between her buttocks every time she thought she could feel it moving up her spine. Eventually, she decided to grab the two ends of her suit’s collar and pushed them down her arms, feeling her suit detach itself from her plump body as soon as the collar reached her wrists, giving the anon more space to crawl outbof her suit. “Now go away. I need some time to rest on my own. If you get the idea of staying around to massage my body during my nap... you’re welcome to do so. It can be bothersome to have everyone stay away from me because of my temperament.”

[call-of-the-wild-children]

A mobile friendly muse page!

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Stormi Blake

NCIS special agent Stormi Blake is the youngest agent on his team. He’s only twenty-two years old. Stormi is hardworking and extremely dedicated to his job. He is known for his ability to get lots of information out of suspects be it on the street or in the interrogation room. His teammates would say that interrogation is his super power.

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Enrique

Enrique is a vampire, bitten at the young age of twenty in 1922. Now in present day, he lives in a time when vampires are auctioned off and sold as human pets, though they are treated more like slaves rather than the vicious predators they were once known as. Enrique does his best to find the positives in this change of lifestyle and go with the flow. He is fun loving, kind, full of bright ideas and witty commentary. Enrique is for the most part obedient.

Note: He’s gay. He’s also about as submissive as it gets. There is not a dominant bone in his undead body.

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William Gluskin

William is the seventeen year old son of Eddie Gluskin. William is forced to live in the asylum with his father in order to keep Eddie in line though it doesn’t always work out that way. William is the spitting image of his mother which does not sit well with his father.

William is quiet and usually keeps to himself so as not to set off his father or any of the guards as he knows all could easily beat the tar outbof him if they so desired.

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Hunter Novich

Eighteen year old, Hunter is the son of the head of the CIA, nephew to the head of the FBI, and grandson to the head of the Pentagon. He was homeschooled throughout grade school and junior high before being placed into public school his freshman year of high school. Hunter is incredibly smart which works to the advantage of his family. His dad, uncle, and grandfather have him test new security programs by hacking in and giving them information on how he did it and which places are weak. He then designs software to protect against and eliminate any online threats. Of course he’s not allowed to speak about any of it so instead he hints at it with a sarcastic tone, making people think he’s not being serious.

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Amani Sanchez

Twenty-two year old Amani is an aspiring musician who works in a sex club in order to pay his rent. He plays music a few days a week at the local coffee shop and is a favorite among the shop’s regular patrons. Amani makes good money at the club but wishes he could find a better job and quit. He is sweet, fun-loving, and incredibly smart. Amani is also very talented and can play just about any instrument put in front of him.

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Angel Aldana

Twenty-two year old Angel is a well known private piano instructor. She works from home and loves all of her students like they are her own children. Angel has a firecracker personality. She is kind and very friendly.

[crewofoddities]

@magicmonstersandmischief Continued from x

Ivory’s ears droop as Ash speaks, he can hear the coldness to her voice. He scoffs

“Look at Miss werewolf taking a moral high ground here. Tell me Ash, how many people have You killed?” He spats “You’re just as much of a monster as I am, and you have that added advantage of appearing more human than you really are. Don’t you? I might be blind but I know wherewolves don’t walk around with their little ears and tail showing now do they? To everyone else you’re a regular person.”

He’s bitter, humans are interesting, however he can’t say he’s a huge fan of most of them. Greedy little things that destroy everything they touch. Hmph. Not all of them are so bad, ivory knows this. But most of them... eugh.

“I might be able to change my appearance but they’ll still feel an invisible tail, horns on my head. If they’re sensitive enough- be able to sense there’s something not quite right about me.”

His tail flicks and curls with irritation “shriek and scream ‘begone demon!! Oh no!!’ They wanted a Fucking monster so they get one.”

He stares towards her for a moment “You already see me as one too. I can sense it. It’s why you don’t like me hanging around Kriss.” He sighs and folds his handd, idly twiddling his thumbs.

“A monster is as a monster does. But don’t go thinking you’re any better than me, we’re both monsters here and at the end of the day. You’ve spilled your fair share of blood and behave exactly as a human would believe a werewolf would. Aggressive, outbof controll. Murderous just like I play my roll of deceptive, manipulative, and evil soul snatching demon. Thinking otherwise is a delusion.”

He turns to leave but he stops, “Besides how many people can say they almost ripped their girlfriend’s arm off? Tasted her blood on their tongue?” He grins deviously, “at least I’ve never tried to kill the people I’ve dated.”

Ivory don’t be a bitch.

[missautumn]

"It wasn't a this for that, sweetheart, I swear." Carrick chuckled softly. "I'm not much of a shearer but I thought if I was to share that, it should be with someone who wouldn't take it for granted." He had tried to see a therapist before, while it had been helpful for a while he felt stuck after certain point and decided to quit and move on as much as he could. As Pembe started to pull back, Carrick stood still so she could hold on to him instead of using her own strength, when she didn't lay down he didn't hurry her, thinking maybe she had some kind of pain, although the staring told him maybe she didn't. Her words got another chuckle outbof him and he shook his head as he got up now she was laying again. "Yeah, I guess I am. Do you feel like having something to drink or eat? Or do you want to sleep? I'm not getting back to the bar 'till tomorrow, one of my guy's in charge and they say rheyre selling a lot more without my scowling face at the bar," sure he uttered that as a joke but his employees had actually said that, "so if you change your mind on anything, I'll be right outside."

Pembe listened, here clear eyes staying in the direction of his voice as she noticed every vibration of emotion in his tone. As a natural empath, Pem had to fight of tears at the sound of Carrick's emotions, but she was glad he was willing to let her hug him. It was a slow, gentle dance and though she'd held his hand often, his arm for a guide, this was a new way to 'see' him. Her arms cautiously wrapped around his broad form, holding him with just enough pressure to not be too hard on her battered body, as she brushed her fingers gently along his back. With her cheek to his chest, she could hear his heart, catch every hint of his scent. Pem's dewy eyes looked up at Carrick as she quietly thanked him, "I don't ever expect you to give me parts of yourself just because I gave you parts of me, but thank you for sharing. I'll keep it close." Her soft smile was not one of pity but of understanding. While she hadn't lost her family in the literal sense, it was still a permanent loss.

Not wanting to keep him hostage in the hug, she backed toward the bed slowly. In such close proximity, though, she could catch the details of his face and she froze. Pembe's mouth fell open but she was at a loss for words as she drank in the color of his eyes and saw a dozen memories in the flecks of color she found there. When she caught herself staring she quietly stammered. "You're taller than I realized." And if she could die of embarrassment in the blankets as she sank back into the bed she wished it would be a swift death.

@missautumn

[glennethph]

I can’t get the. theme song of My Extraordinary outbof my head lol

Hindi Ko ‘To Binalak / I Did Not Plan This.

[snugglyhoe]

am i wrong for wanting you so bad