#hahahahhah

[benetnvsch]

they need to explode

[teal-tealwren]

i won't forget

[facebook-stabber]

I asked a friend of mine to choose a random cartoon/videogame character so I could combine it with another one. She chose Darwin Watterson.

This is what happens when Silksong doesn't come out:

[harryforvogue]

harry and yasmine sitting in the car shop waiting for yasmine’s car to get fixed because she waited until her car broke down on the road, ignoring the blinking lights, and harry had to drive out to get her and have her car towed

yasmine: does this count as a date

harry: if you don’t shut the hell up right now yasmine.

[comfortabletogether]

hahahahahahhahhahahahahahaha

[niko-ur-local-moron]

BERNIE HAS A CRUSH ON LUIS??????????

The way how I headcanon Tony and Bernie being best friends but now if Tony ever finds out about it he's gonna tear Bernie into pieces LMFAOOOO that's HIS MAN

[ceralmillkandstars]

siren!reader pt 3 sneaky peaky

I feed you a glance at what I’m workin on, my babes

“I’‘m just cleaning my dishes,” you deadpan, gathering your plate and mug and bringing them to your small sink. Twisting the knob, you beacon the water to run boiling underneath your hand to distract you from the swirl of energy churning in your gut.

He really could kill you. And you don’t think he’d lose sleep over it, other.

Sighing as the water burns along your fingers, you lather soap on a cloth and clean your dishes. Scrubbing circles along the plate, soaping up your moth mug with fervor, and lathering your knife and fork, you give a sideways glance to him. His knuckles are paling they’re so tightly wound around the spear.

“Are you going to tell me who you serve? You are avoiding my questions.”

You rinse the soapy dishes under the steaming stream, “I don’t serve anyone. Are you contemplating if you’re going to kill me or not?”

“Yes.”

Oh. Placing the dishes on the drying rack, you lackadaisically dry your hands with a tea towel. Pursing your lips, you continue to wipe your hands on your jeans, meeting your gaze with his.

“Well that’s no fun,” there is only so much teasing you can do without the true effort of your influence, and you can only hope he enjoys playing along. The rings, the pearls, seem to do absolutely nothing.

You will yourself to take a deep breath, urging your body to relax. If he is this powerful, he can read your facade easily. With another puff, you cross your arms over your chest. “Okay then, what do you want to know?”

As if he hadn’t been asking for the last several hours.

He’s thinking the same considering his next statement is accompanied with his spear aimed at your throat. How did he get so close?

“I already asked you,” a deathly calm statement, “who do you serve?” your cheeks heat when you feel the raw metal graze your throat.

You bat the spear away with the back of your hand, giving him a pointed look when his eyes widen and his lips form into a snarl. “How am I supposed to answer your questions when I’m about to piss myself? Put that thing away.”

[fionajames]

welcome to the nightmare

not my usual post but have a drawing i did of my nightmare:

(trigger warning: bright colours, ig, for anyone with brightness on real high)

pt:2

i have super intense nightmares that are really extreme, abstract and terrifying. ive drawn some of them before. and yes, this one did actually have the 'welcome to the nightmare' thing, plus the unreadable text (i'll let yall try decipher it). it was like i was in a messed-up horror game for the start, in which the narrator said 'welcome to the nightmare' and the sentence in unreadable text (which is how i know what it said)

i wont say too much about what it was about because it involved a lot of my mental health stuff but anyways, have that.

reference picture below the cut:

@drifleaf@currentlyverytired@skellymom@transmascanakin@techs-goggles9902 and @multi-purpose-paperclip (uve probs seen this by now since i put it on the discord but have it with some explanaiton)

[heartsoftruth]

[holsine91]

joke

chemical X twice in a day call me resident RCeevil

[voice-from-the-dialtone]

(Mod note: I don't feel like typing the glitch effect in helpful anons voice rn so just pretend it's there lol)

...

*helpful anon walks into the bathroom*

YOU'D BETTER HURRY UP IN THERE OR MAKE SPACE IN THAT SHOWER-

(@debatablysafebrews)

-helpful anon

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[c00pswhore]

after tmr i get approx. 3 days of summer vacation before i start doing shit again

[hivasor]

ben çakalın önceleri çok gerizekalı mal bişey olduğunu düşünmekteyim. şuan ama öyle değil niye çünkü para insanı olgunlaştırır.

[cynicallyneutral]

😘😘😘😘😘

[super-bitter]

All I Need

Tags: drunk!satoru, cheating, clothed grinding, needy!satoru, gn!reader.

“Can you picture it?” Satoru murmured on the nape of your neck, “me n’ you together.” His hands travelled down the sides of your body, pinching and pulling the flesh.

Empty shot glasses littered the floor as Satoru clung to you like a magnet clearly intoxicated. Your hands played with the carpet below you as you let him have his moment.

“I’d take care of you so good,” he bit your earlobe, “you’d forget about anyone else but me. Only my touch, my taste, my scent, would be on your mind.” He breath reeked of alcohol and strawberry lollipops.

“Satoru, seriously no. You have a wife, end of story.” Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch. Your mind swam with different emotions, shame, embarrassment, and most of all arousal.

“So what? I never loved her anyways. Not even close to how much I love you,” his hips gently rocked against your backside. “You feel what you do t’ me, baby?” His breathing became laboured as he pressed you harder on his bulge.

“Please, help me out this once, [name],” he whimpered. “Wanted this for s-so long.” He wrapped a strong arm around your waist while his other hand tilted your chin towards him.

“Kiss me,” he pecked the corner of your lips, “I need it so bad.” Satorus tongue wiggled between your lips egging you on.

“W-wait,” you blurted out, “Satoru…are you sure? We seriously should not be doing this I cant stress this enough.” Someone had to be the responsible adult here and you didn’t want to be the newest home wrecker in your city.

“[name], look at me, I’m like this all from the thought of–“ he broke off with a moan as he palmed his pants, “the thought of you on top of me..”

You swallowed yet your throat felt like sand paper. Fuck it. The you of tomorrow can deal with this. You grabbed a half drunked glass from the floor and gulped it down.

“Well, you know what to do Satoru. Strip.”

———

potential part 2? whatre we thinkin chat😼

[bbufann]

wow what a lovely photo 🥰