#god somebody kill me

[not-equippedforthis]

forever mourning how granada holmes never adapted the three garridebs. diabolical. unbelievable, even. 'if you had killed watson you would not have made it out of this room alive' but in brett's frightfully intense and low, biting, hissing voice. the violent, wild stare versus the gentle hand on watson's knee. all of that precarious control getting flung out the window. the humanity of it. gritting my teeth can you fucking imagine.

[illixqu]

small part from a sketch i colored in. i hate them i need them dead

[skrunksthatwunk]

satsuki betraying her mother after years of being in the closet secret resistance and immediately crucifying her for her fascistic regular evil world domination plan (forcing ppl into gender/sexuality roles evil clothing) and eventually joining the group of gender/sexuality role-rejecting and thus implicitly queer nudist outcasts and in the process shedding the role of eventual wife wedding dress she used as a painful tool to gain power within her mother's system and coming to understand her equalness to the queer people she was fighting for but felt were too flaming blatant/obvious to include because they would jeopardize her optics as a queer person herself mission featuring her gay sister and her sister's gay lover platonic roommate bestie was pretty cool of her tbh

[heartshapedchevy]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

going absolutely feral for this man help meeee

[aq2003]

(@variousqueerthings he's so melodramatic and sad. it's soooooo </33)

[transcript:

"i said. i was fine. fine about you leaving. aand.. i'm not. so many of you have come and gone, i never get used to it, think i would've done by now but-but-but. No... just when i think it's all going well, we'll be together forever, you're wandering off to go save another universe or get married—how do you lot fall in love so quickly?"

"well, funny you should say that—"

"i just don't get it. but ehhh, short lives, i suppose. still, so long as you're happy, and you're with the right man, and—he is the right man? Eeehhh—yEs he is yes he is 'course he is, of COUrSe he is, and i mean, i mean, well, no man is gonna be good enough for my donna but YES yes [inhales] off you go! every time, one of you leaves. i'm not ready! i never am, you lot. uuUUhgh. [deep breath]. every one of you, a heartbreaker—"

"that's why you've got two of them, stupid. listen—"

"yeah, i suppose, but it doesn't... make it any easier, you all leave... even the robot dog left me. twice!"

"alright, doctor, i am trying to—"

"and another thing! the universe just never gives me a break! a chance to lick my wounds, a spa day, maybe? but aw, no, Giant Cloud Of Alien Death. well, fine. i'll sort that out. [inhales] one more thing. so many more things. never NEVER never ends."

/end transcript]

[marionmorse]

MARIONMORSE, DROP ANOTHER HELMETPARTY SCENARIO AND MY LIFE IS YOUUURSS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

do u think... Do you think sometimes when the team has a movie night, when they watch those 60's action war movies like "Von Ryan's Express" and "Battle of the Bulge" or spaghetti westerns like "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" and "Death Rides on a Horse," Soldier pauses during or right after fight scenes or duels or whatever to obsessively overanalyze them. Like, he'll try and turn them into strategies to use on the job, takes, uhm, 'notes', (tactical doodles,) sets up nerdy models using a whiteboard map and improvised figurines, uses these examples when he does those psyche-up pre-battle speeches or during strategy meetings.

'Cause I bet he does, I bet he does that, and it completely kills the momentum of the movie to the point where the rest of the team gets disinterested and slowly leaves him behind to do their own thing.

I genuinely bet Engie wouldn't though, nah, I bet he's enough of a patient kind of gentle kind of man willing to stick through these pauses 'cause he's just that into the movie. And maybe he's just a teeny bit into Soldier's dissections of actiony chaos. Maybe gleans a bit of an understanding of Soldier's thinking that way. Admires the guy's passion about his 'research,' how thoughtfully he gathers details in an effort to help the team. Starts mixing in tapes for these sorts of movies more regularly to their movie night pool maybe subconsciously, maybe on purpose. The rest of the team doing their own movie night. losers.

[amedetoiles]

shangque really is just a soft sunshine dragon who loves friendship and loyalty and wants his bb demon lord to be the happiest

[djevelbl]

SOMEBODY STOP ME BEFORE I START PLAYING LISA: THE JOYFUL AND STAY GLUED TO MY PC FOR 14 HOURS STRAIGHT AGAIN !!!!!!!

[roboyomo]

haii hello chat i just woke up and

UAAAUVUGUFHAGAUAUGABAG😭😭 YGUGUAGUAGUAAUUAAUAUAGAHAUAGAUG😭😭😭 MY LITTLW FUCKEN NERDTHING,, , OH MY WEIRD CLOWNTHINGUSED TO LOOK SO KIND BEFORE HIS CORRUPTION,, ,

[snzluv3r]

have a miserable cold on top of the worst seasonal allergies i’ve ever had in my life and i have to say…i take back every single time i’ve ever called myself a sneezy mess because i think right now i truly am a Sneezy Mess. there’s no better way to describe my state of being right now i simply cant stop sneezing and sniffling and i sound like my nose is three times it’s size (it feels like it is too, with how swollen it is from both cold and allergies)

[ratcandy]

What they don’t tell you about (potential) wrist fracture is OWW is OOW OW OW THIS SUCKS AND I HATE THIS SPLINT

[vomitgulper]

Biggest pet peeve in the fucking world is when some dumbass makes a post being like "this movie is AWFUL AWFUL but also ive never seen it and never will" we just talking about films we havent watched now???? Shut uppppp stop trusting every bit of second hand info you hear

[theinfinitedivides]

'get the doctor, Parker, now—' 'no need, it'll be over in a couple of minutes.' 'you don't get it, do you? Eliot's not like other foxes. he doesn't play games, he fights to survive! that's his training.'

Eliot's default fight-or-flight mechanism kicking in from whatever the f*ck he's been through for his entire life:

[dhampir-dyke]

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[riinzler]

/*dealer's choice (prompt and muse), if you want to:*/

“Breathe. Hi, we found you, just breathe for me, okay?”

“This is going to hurt, but it will help you.”

[ FIGHT ] for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.

( @spaceparanoids-highestscore / @unwritten-identity-discs )

Rinzler hadn’t expected to come back online. When he’d sunk beneath the waves and slowly felt the energy drain from him, he thought he’d derezz, with his voxels left to sink into the depths until they despawned. The fact that he was able to process that thought at all showed just how wrong he’d been. His external sensors were coming back online at a crawl, a pace so slow it would’ve made him paranoid if his internal system wasn’t also progressing at a similar speed. Users’ willing, his processing speeds were simply decreased and he wasn’t truly taking that long to come back online. How had he even ended up in the Sea? He'd just have to wait for the rest of his recent memory cache to click back into place to find out.

The first sensor to come back online was visual input, even if only partially, revealing the blurred form of a figure looming above him. Rinzler let out a startled warning sound as he scrambled away, the growl tearing at his throat. Water still clung to his suit, black residue from the Sea blocking out the orange lightlines and making him appear as a silhouette, save for the fractures running across his render. His circuits ached and he wasn’t able to orientate himself within the system, his anchors lost in the stream of data. Where was he? Who was this program? -Actually, the latter didn’t really matter. It wasn’t someone he recognized, and therefore, an enemy.

If it thought he was helpless just because he didn’t have his discs they were sorely mistaken. He pulled himself to his feet using the wall behind him, not wanting his back to be exposed. The program in front of him was saying- something. His aural sensors were still calibrating, so while he could tell they were speaking he couldn’t make out what was being said beyond sound bits about ‘helping him’. He ignored it regardless, instead lunging for it’s throat. If he could get the right leverage he’d be able to snap its arm off despite the jitter in his own joints. As he wrestled it to the floor and moved to do just that the panel across the room slid open. Rinzler gave the door a cursory glance as he wrapped his hand around the program’s arm, but paused when he saw who stood in the doorway. Clu?

Rinzler aborted the current action, just in case the program was of some use he couldn’t recall. It was a programmed response, one ingrained from working under the Admin for thousands of cycles, to always look to see if the current outcome was one the Admin wanted. He realized all too late as some of the static from his optics cleared that who he was looking at wasn’t who he’d thought it was. It was a User.

The User. Kevin_Flynn.

…That didn’t bode well for Rinzler’s continued runtime. Why hadn’t the User ever made an appearance when Rinzler would’ve actually had the means to derez him? Before he could dwell on how illogical that thought was he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his shoulder, right through the mesh between his armor plating. Oh. How had he forgotten about the program?

His lapse in processing was going to cost him the life he’d temporarily regained, as he could already feel his subroutines shutting back down. It immobilized him as his inputs fell away, his helmet hitting the ground with a loud thud. He didn’t want to derez, let alone like this, but when did he ever get what he wanted? He’d always imagined that he’d be struck down in battle, having finally found an opponent able to best him, not on the floor with a program he didn’t know, with Clu nowhere to be seen, and the Grid’s creator lurking overhead. He could tell words were being exchanged above him, before his audio input fell away, visual soon following suit as it filtered to static before switching off completely. Rinzler himself didn’t go offline fully, which seemed like a strange oversight. Instead caught between being online and offline, not quite in standby, but not fully present either.

How long were they going to draw this out?