#high posting

[euniexenoblade]

*looks at the calendar* oh look at that! It's "bury your cock deep into a foxgirl until it bulges her tummy and she begs you to put a kit in her" Friday

[sweetgirl-069]

high, needy, and dripping wet <3 perfect combo don’t you think ??

[skylarkking]

Fuggin...

Pain meda man.

Has me more fucked up than TFP Megatron's eyes bro.

Homegirl looking goofy af out here.

[nin-dy-tro]

Saw a picture from the set of fallout that looked like the novac sign and all I’m saying is I am going to do horrible things to this man’s pussy if they put him on my tv screen

[willofred]

leaving the voice cracks in the show is so cute and a very good decision but then the fact that Percy is so young amd the horror™ seeps in so now it’s sobering and horrific

[charmac]

[renjaminnifer]

CEREAL IS TRANSGENDER

[2d-beefcakes-my-beloveds]

Logan is the blunt passed around the marvel universe and I’m a stoner. Come here big boy

[willgrahamkinnie]

Go smoke the za with Evan…

When you come back with yummy munchies >_<

[euniexenoblade]

You come home and a girl pops her head out from the hallway, her brown hair neatly tucked into a pony tail and her ruffly head band askew. "Oh hi, Master!" She yells down the hallway, "Don't worry I'm almost done with your bedroom."

You start to worry, you never hired a maid, "How did she get in here?!" you scream internally, an anxious sweat forming along your brow.

As you're about to call the authorities, she walks out from your room towards you, her traditional maid dress covered in blood, a big sword slung over her shoulder, held by one hand, also covered in blood, and with the other arm dragging a folded tarp with a hidden body in it. As she gets closer you can see a tentacle slightly hanging out.

She's next to you. She drops the tarp, and with her newly freed hand she opens the door. She turns to you, "Can you hold the door open for me, Master♡~?" with the energy of a excited maid cafe worker. You nod your head and hold the door open. She once again grabs the tarp and drags it out with her.

You close the door. You never see her again. You never find out what was in that tarp. On this day you've gained insurmountable respect for maids.

[idyllghost]

I’m stoned but you wanna know a headcanon I have that has the potential to hurt; Arthur slipping up and calling Miss Grimshaw mom.

Like I just know in my heart during his upbringing Arthur would accidentally call Miss Grimshaw mom. With every question, her demands for him to wash up, and general concern for him it would just slip from his lips. A simple “Okay mom.” And an immediate embarrassment as Miss Grimshaw smiled. And it comes so naturally to call her that, because despite his limited memories of Beatrice Morgan something about the way Miss Grimshaw’s warm hands would stroke his hair during fevers and stern voice reminded him of her. She reminded him of something so intrinsically tied to home. Regardless, he’d get embarrassed over his slip ups but, Miss Grimshaw’s heart would soften every time it happened because in the end, just like Dutch and Hosea, Arthur was her son. It was evident to anyone who watched them closely for a while that she held a soft spot for Arthur; honestly for both her boys and young Tilly. She raised that boy right along with Dutch and Hosea. That very fact is what made what Dutch called ‘Arthur watch’ so hard for her.

Everyone was vaguely aware of Eliza and Isaac. It wasn’t ever really a secret. Arthur, despite being scared shitless at the prospect of having a child and sporadic visits, it was evident Arthur was proud to have a son. Which is why when Arthur came back early from visiting Eliza and Isaac everyone’s stomach sank. His eyes were hidden behind the shadow of his hat as the sun began to retire for the day. Arthur didn’t have to speak a word that night for everyone to gather what had happened; that he’d lost them.

He’d hidden in his tent for days, barely eating and only crying faintly in the night when everyone else should have been asleep. Eyes red rimmed and glazed as tired hands clumsily made coffee in the mornings. He’d also gotten careless during jobs, getting injured more frequently and spacing. Miss Grimshaw herself suspected that was only the surface of what was going on in his head, after all he was always a quiet child so bottling up his emotions so tight they’d struggle to surface would only be second nature. It’s knowing this that made Dutch implement ‘Arthur Watch’. A way to, as Dutch put it, “make sure he’s safe”. A way that had the tension in the room spiking and Dutch’s voice shaking as he explained it.

 It had to have been midnight with the way the moon glared in her face when Hosea shook Miss Grimshaw awake to replace him in watching Arthur. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she approached his tent, barely comprehending the sounds that faintly escaped it. But once the last bit of sleep left her mind she was able to fully hear it; fully understand. It was soft cries, muffled in an attempt to conceal them, and her heart broke. Her movements halted and her breath hitched as her heart broke at the pain she heard. But, she steeled herself, lifted his tent flap, and entered. She let out a soft and raspy“Arthur?” And she inevitably heard rustling and a mumbled curse as he lit his lantern. With the light illuminating his face she saw every sharp curve and edge, the thin skin below his eyes almost bruised from restless nights. The red rim around his eyes combined with their puffed up state. His cheeks ruddy and damp. 

“Oh Arthur,” before she realized it she was sitting on his cot and patting his shoulder and he slumped into her touch. His body and mind tired. She pulled him closer to her, a way reminiscent in the way she’d pull him to her when he was barely 15 and waking up screaming from night terrors. With his heavy head on her shoulder she combed through his hair with her hand. “It’s okay son, you’ll be okay.” With those words the floodgates opened as he sobbed into her shoulder and all she could do was hold him through the pain. He only lifted his head up to gasp for air and croak out, “It hurts… Mom it hurts.” And her heart broke even more as she held him closer to her. 

[spatialapprentice]

i think this world actually should be ruled by autistic people who are high

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Every vampire upon meeting Louis de Pointe du Lac:

[willofred]

future au scenario where professional but unhinged Exy Player Neil Josten is so known for having bite marks on his neck that his fans take it as some sort of freaky intimidation act or an aesthetic choice. but it’s not smthn that really breaks containment outside of the Exy World. until some overzealous deranged fan girl goes viral for getting three or four of Neil’s most famous Bite Mark Looks™ tattooed and sets certain demographics online off the charts. how would everyone react? kevin would go berserk i think he might become the joker. Aaron starts genuinely tweaking out.

[bramblefrump]

Manifesting my trans-dyke coded 2025

(combine the essence of the pics)

[itsallgravybabyyy]

holuy fu.ck Sunday funday!!

took lotta lyrica, an addy, klonopin,, and drunking kraken hehehe

only 4:30pm and I'm fucked dd up