#i dont want to dig a grave

[lucithecrow]

So my mum is going to Japan with my brother and my dad is going on a work trip to Germany so imma be home alone for 6 whole days (this is NOT an invitation to figure out where I live and kill me, btw. Unless u just wanna hang out then by all means ig) and one of our goats is pregnant.

I pray to all helpful beings out there that this baby goat lives bcs I am NOT digging a grave for a baby goat all alone, fuck that.

(I will if I have to, of course, but pls don't make me do that-)

[skishie]

drew @hydatiid ‘s versions of them,,,, 

[ganondoodle]

realized i painted half the environments on the first pages of chapter two in the wrong color and it kinda deflated the determination i had to push myself to get the first comic update out asap :/

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

more. i dont like making aus like this except i have to get to the end of it so itll all be rounded out. i drew a lot of these and they brought me joy

these all kinda flow into one another so they go in one post but they arent consistently colored or paneled. well who cares. i need to see them

its an alternate ending of this(x) and a continuation of this(x). i have too many comics falling around.

[false-anomaly]

Thinking about the INSANE moral grey area of the thg victors at the minute,, these scared, small children killed 23 (or 47) other equally scared, small children in order to make it out alive. Every year afterwards the wound that is the games gets ripped open and they have to go about closing it up all over again. They can never escape the blood of the other scared little kids on their hands. They are being punished by the Capitol, made to watch other kids do what they did, for something the Capitol made them do in the first place. If they want the kids to die because they don't want them suffering the way a victor does for the rest of their lives, then they're uncaring & complicit in the tributes death. If they get the kids out, they're signing the tribute up for a life of misery. No winning. No moral high ground. Just a train ride that never stops.

[spookythesillyfella]

HEY! JUST SO YOU KNOW, YOU’RE AN AMAZING FRIEND. even if things feel overwhelming right now i do promise there’s a brighter future waiting for you. it’s gonna take some tim and yeah it’s probably gonna be a rough ride.. . but you’ll never have to face it alone. i'm not going anywhere?? if I have to mail you a box of kittens to prove it , i will!!! please keep going. i know you got it in you oh by the way. (whispers) when you feel like it. you should share more about your au! probably got me hooked on the storyline i won't even lie.. i'm attached to them all. i need my daily dosage of them to survive. ANYWAYS ILYYY/p !!!!! TAKE CARE

thank you so much for the ask . doll

im really sorry that all my annoying postz prompted you to send thiz ask in the first place . but thank you for taking even a short moment of your day to remember the fact im real – thank you for offering me a small spot in your head

i don't really know if i have any fun au factz to really share – ive been struggling a lot recently with my writing n stuff . so im deeply sorry about that – but i think i can talk about some hv ficz that i am planning to make

my main hv fic [the original one] waz like 40k wordz long and haznt been touched in over a year – ive gotten so distracted with other projectz and so i 1) never got around to finishing it and 2) looking back on it . i really want to rewrite it becauze i feel like my writing style haz changed a lot since back then

i will admit that ive been trying to arrange the whole storyline in a prjsk -esque manner ; the whole structure of everything lookz a little something like thiz :

– main fic ["High Voltage"] [establishing the band . itz characterz . layz down the groundwork for whatz to come]

– brendon focused fic [i will admit that "Team Building Exercise!" kind of fitz the bill here – although we're still a bit far from what i really would've liked to get to]

– shrig focused fic

– tony focused fic

– tracey [and / or colin] focused fic [theze two can kind of count az a double feature . since you cant really touch up on one of them without the other]

– sketch focused fic

– larz focused fic

[the order iznt 100% set in stone also so pleaze take note of the fact that some of theze thingz can . and most likely will . change]

[scamera-writes]

Her. An Essay.

The spring air lies heavy in your lungs as you breathe in deeply, the bright smells assault your nose and waves of nostalgia roll off the hills. You know this is her favorite season so you’ve dressed prepared for the chill in the air.

It's a long walk to the meadow with a shovel in hand and wheelbarrow pushed in front of you, but you do it. When you get there, a girl smiles up at you from where she is playing in the grass.

You know her age, but do not say it. You know her name, but do not say it. You know her, but do not say it.

She says hello in that sweet mellow tone that sounds so foreign yet so similar and tastes like syrup on your tongue. Her eyes are wide and shining, but blissfully not tear stained- like your own- and her cheeks are round with a warm flush as her smile softens.

You do not meet her eyes, those same beautifully colored eyes that match yours, searching for a hint as to what you’re doing here. You gaze across the meadow instead but still catch a glimpse of her blue denim overalls and green shirt.

They match your own in a way.

You finally say hi back and take the shovel to the dirt under a beautifully perfect sycamore tree that arches into the sky; it rises before the two of you, right in the middle of the meadow. The dirt stains your clothes as you drop to your knees, using your hands more than the shovel to dig at the layered earth.

You hear soft footsteps behind you but don’t look up from your work. To your side you see the girl walk up to you again and she places a small flower behind your ear before grinning and moving to lay in the sun near you.

You pluck the flower out from behind your ear to examine it. A white petunia. A wistful familiarity to the flower washes over you and you tuck it back behind your ear before moving back to the freshly unearthed dirt.

You can feel her watching as you dig this pit, you hate the feeling of dirt under your fingernails. The mud cakes on your hands and crackles with every movement; it makes your skin crawl but you don’t give up now. After a small hole is dug, you grab the large stone and tools brought in the wheelbarrow and begin to carve. She sits next to you now, her smaller hands grip a rock in her own palms and she plays with it gently.

You carve a name you didn’t think you’d ever write again into the rock and place it at the top of the pit. She recognizes the name, tips her head smiling gently, and in an understanding manner she stands up.

And walks away. Around the back of the sycamore tree she disappears and then reappears.

She plucks a sycamore leaf off the ground when she´s visible again and looks up as you smile at her. She drops the leaf into the hole you've dug, then helps you repack the layers of sediment that you both know you’ll unearth again, in the future, to be intertwined together in the end.

But not now. Now, the earth is resealed and she smiles sweetly, laying a makeshift bouquet of petunias and poppies with a gentle hand.

You get up and hold a hand out for her, she doesn't look away from the earth you've both just moved and instead runs her hands over the top of the rocks again before sighing with a big smile. She gets up and grabs your hand, it's so much smaller and softer than yours yet you can still feel the dirt on both of your hands.

She grips your hand a little tighter, following your lead as you walk towards home, flower still tucked behind your ear you notice a matching flower behind her own. And you smile.

When you get closer to the house, her eyes are wide with soft recognition, a place so familiar to the both of you yet it feels cold and empty at the same time. You invite her inside again, it's been so long for you both, still the house is like an old friend, in a way. You hold open the door and she steps through.

She walks over to the dinner table and sits down at the far side, gesturing for you to sit on the other but you shake your head politely.

You aren't ready yet.

You ask if she’d like a drink, and she nods. You already know what she would like so you don’t have to wait for her to tell you. Passing over the tall glass with ice clinking in it feels like a ritual. You don't want to let go. You do. You sit down across from her.

You know what's coming next and it's hard. You know you have to accept it. Losing her again won't be easy but you know it's not permanent this time.

She takes small sips of her drink, smiling over to you but neither of you attempt to make small talk anymore, you both know how the interaction will end.

And it's not bittersweet. Neither of you are upset. She is content in a way you don’t think you quite understand yet. But you think you feel complete, whole and peaceful for possibly the first time in your life.

It's enjoyable to watch her glowing eyes look at you with respect and admiration, to be able to grow into what you did makes her heart beat with something adjacent to love.

And as you leave the house, knowing you will be reunited in the end, to be buried in love & hate, happiness & anger, and warmth & heartache. You know it's love. It's always been love.

For her.

-Her. An Essay. (By me)

Happy trans visibility day. This is an ode to the girl I was. We will be buried together in the end. I love you, take care.

[twodragonsinatrenchcoat]

I have Five months rent if I quit.

Five months is long enough to get a job or. Take some classes or something.

[phagodyke]

I love to talk but I rly do feel like we have to be talking for a minimum of 8 hours straight before I feel like I can even begin to rly broach things on my mind or that have been bothering me a lot that I actually want to talk abt without being vague or deflecting or omitting or lying and if the conversation takes a break at any point it resets back to 0 and its still nice regardless but.

[pixelkip]

Ok yknow what next person to say "trumps definitely gonna win 😔" is getting strangled. I'm so sick of this. Every one of this kind of post ive seen is literally indiscernable from the shit Republicans are posting about how theyre soooo sure he's gonna win. I'm BEGGING you to think about this for 2 seconds and realize that convincing people that we're doomed to a trump presidency is exactly what maga fuckos want. They want us to be discouraged enough to just give up and not even try to get whoever fucking else into office. If you fall for that shit and start parroting it yourself I'm assuming youre either a psyop or just a straight up grade A fool. Keep your doomposting to yourself suck it the fuck up and go vote for the lesser piece of shit this November or I kill you with hammers.

[kaleschmidt]

ithink more people should reference ocs more when they speak. even those that aren't their own. like that happened to my good friend terrie one time

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings:

a/n: it not too long i so sorry

prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”

“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”

“you can’t remember anything” -nat

“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony

“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve

“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor

“at least im not the only one” -steve

it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot

much much more serious than that

rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun

you name it you forgot it

i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke

“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony

“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you

“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony

“oh ok i forgot” -you

“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision

“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you using the microwave? you dont eat”

“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision

“he’s got you there” -steve

“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out

you walked right back in

“what’d you forget?” -steve

“wallet, phone, keys” -you

tony noticed

“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony

“not sure, just out” -steve

“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony

as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover

“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you

“check your wrist, kid” -nat

“oh, right…okay thanks” -you

“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you

“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony

*clint loudly snickering over comms*

kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out

“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”

you forgot to set a timer

and forgot you were making cookies

the avengers honestly did find it endearing

just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line

but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly

“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony

“i will not” -wanda

“oh well nevermind then” -tony

honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you

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[gothghostiie]

the religious guilt has been hitting me like a ton of bricks recently so let me cope in the only way I know how so

cw: age gap (20s/40s), a bit of angst, religious guilt, religious!reader, Virgin!reader, first time, raw sex, crying, praise, creampie, gn!reader

letting graves take their virginity?? they've been dating for a good few months, and they want to wait until marriage, that's what they've been taught is the proper thing to do after all. graves respects this, but sometimes he can't help himself, his hands wandering places they shouldn't, lips placing kisses a bit too low on your neck. technically you know you should stop him, swat his hands away with a gentle reminder that its improper - but you don't. you never do. his chapped lips grazing the slight bit of cleavage youre showing, his big hands cupping your ass or even runninh along the hem of your pants; it just feels too good. it makes your whole body heat up your cunt tingle, and your mind incredibly guilty. you pray for forgiveness every night before bed, but the thoughts dont leave your head. theyre burned into your head and you cant help but want to act on them. in theory, you know you won't go to hell for having these thoughts, especially since you do regret them. even if the curiosity is driving you mad.

Phillip never pushes you into more, he didn't even bring it up once after you explained it to him when he first made a move. that's why he's even more surprised when you suddenly place his hands on you while hes kissing you. he just wanted an innocent little kiss after waking up, but for some reason you can't hold yourself together today. the burning between your thighs is all too much, the tingling all over your body making you ache, and the only thing that soothes it seem to be his hands. so you let them, in fact you encourage them. your body scoots impossibly close to his under the sheets, lips almost trying to eat him up - it gets so much that he pulls back, catching his breath.

"what are you doin', baby?" he whispers, his voice gravelly but gentle and quiet, as if asking you to share a secret. his chest is trembling with efforr to breathe normally, eyes switching betwen your swollen lips and your wide eyes. what are you doing?

"I.." you try to speak but barely anything comes out. you blink up at him, trying to think of something to say, anything; but your lips end up faster than your brain. "I want you.." you say quietly, your face heating up. his eyes widen.

"what..?" he asks, his voice still low.

"I want you.." he takes a second, trying to register what you said.

"you mean..?" you give a nod, wondering if you look as desperate as you feel. he swallow hard. "Peach, I-" he takes a deep breath. "I thought you wanted to wait 'til we're married?" his tone is gentle, not one bit accusing. it feels loving. loving enough to push the guilt welling up in your chest down.

"I- I know but- please." you plead, hands gripping at his bare chest. he thinks hard, hesitating like he's the one who's keeping himself 'pure'. he sees your pleading eyes, your slightly trembling lip, it makes him wanna hug you.

"are you sure? like, really sure?" you nod. he nods back with a soft breath. "okay." before you know it he has you under him, kneeling between your legs and kissing you all over your neck and shoulders, worshipping your skin like its the last thing he'll ever do. you tremble slightly, nails digging into his biceps and shoulder, holding him close while his own hands snake under your shirt. he's taking his time, being slow and gentle, it makes you want to scream at him to do it before you change your mind. your breath comes out in short, harsh breaths mixed with whimpers that make you embarrassed. but he loves them, he revells in them, they're making his cock painfully hard.

he'd be lying if he said he wasn't dream about pushing his cock into your Virgin hole, hearing you cry for more while he pounds you into a mattress, but the only thing he had was his damn left hand and his imagination. but not anymore. he was about to get his dream, sooner than he thought he would. it's almost unreal when you're laying in front of him, bare and trembling with your ankles on his shoulders, his weeping tip rubbing against your sex.

you hold your breath as he slowly, gently starts pushing in, stretching you open with a low grunt. you gasp for air, you've never felt anything like this; it feels almost too good. youre a moaning mess under him sooner than later, his hands propped next to your head as youre forehead to forehead, moaning at each other between sloppy kisses. his eyes are closed, fully engulfed in the momemt, in how good you feel - until he hears a sob. his eyes shoot open, looking down at you to find tears streaming down your face. he freezes, cupping your face with both hands to get your attention. "hey, hey- what's wrong? am I hurting you?" he asks, the worry in his voice evident, he might just cry with you if you say yes. but you shake your head, another strangled sob escaping your throat. he frowns. "what's wrong? talk to me precious." he says, trying to pull back out - but the iron grip your legs have on his hips keep him in. he hesitates, watching you try to take deep breaths to calm down or at least speak to him.

when you finally do, his eyes widen. your babbling is almost incoherent, but he can make out bits and pieces and he hates what he's hearing. 'bad person', 'hell', forgive', he knows what you're trying to say. "darling.." he whispers, leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. he tries to sit up in hopes he can get your legs to loosen and let him pull out, but you just tighten. between all the guilt youre feeling you dont want the feeling hes giving you to ever be gone.

he sighs and sits down nonetheless, hugging you close to him while you sit on his dick, the position intimate. "don't say that. you're not a bad person. not for anything, especially not for this." you blink up at him, eyes still watering. he smiles at you. "you're doing nothing wrong doll. we love each other, no? I'm sure no one will judge you. you're a good little angel." the last words make you freeze, unintentionally clenching around him. he gasps, looking down at you with big eyes. for a moment it's just silence, the tears and guilt forgotten, his hands on your hips tighten.

"did you like that?" he asks quietly, unsure if he should keep going, you give him a nod. "you like it when I tell you how good you are? how well you're doing?" he asks, and you clench around him harder, making yourself moan. he bites his lip, slowly but surely rocking your hips up and down slightly. you press your face into his neck and move with him, the tension leaves his body as he starts pressing kisses to your shoulder again. "you're taking me so well baby.. I'm so proud of you.." he whispers. "so good for me, aren't you? youre always doing your best, no matter where. i love you so, so much-" he's cut off by his own gasp as you tighten almost painfully, your whole body tense and trembling. hes worried for a second, before catching your expression - you came. you came from his words.

the thought alone sends him on a rampage, making him wanna rut into you, pump you full of his cum - but it takes barely a few more strokes before he spills inside you with a groan. the feeling has you shudder, you slowly relax in his lap, sinking down into his cock further as he holds you close to his chest. you quietly pray that he holds you like this forever.

[spooky-loopy]

141 "Ass, Tits, Thighs?"

(Graves, Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost)

*NSFW*

I <3 drabble

Gaz- "personality" (boobies)

He loves to just lick kiss and love on them, swirling his tongue around your nipples and groaning into you when your breath quickens and you reach up for his hair,

~~

Graves- Shamelessly an ass guy, he dose the face while stareing

When he fucks you he grips onto your ass his fingers digging into the soft flesh so that he can get a better grip as he fucks mercilessly,

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Ghost- Tits he comes up behind you randomly and and cups them in his hands

He's like a cat, kneeding and massaging. Constently. cuddling? He has his hands on your boobs. Fucking? He's gripping them in his hands while he slams into you, squeezing and groping

~~

Price- HE DONT CARE!!! (HE LOVES AND WORSHIPS EVERY PART THE SAME SO ITS IMPOSIBLE TO TELL)

He kisses almost every inch of your body, slowly removing each layer of clothing as he covers every body part in kisses. He comes up and kisses the tip of your nose with a smile before eating you out and covering you in more kisses,

~~

Soap- THIGHS (IVE SAID IT BEFORE BUT I WANT TO ELABORATE MORE)

When he eats you out he trails up your thighs leaving them red and covered in hickys and saliva. Speaking of that when he eats you out he literally gets destracted takeing breaks to make out and kiss the plush skin on them. He holds them down so you'll stay still,

[blenselche]

Got a shitload of new followers over the past few days off of a bubbline post so as a reminder: This is a Narcissus gets the Good End blog and you should tag filter accordingly.

thinking abt the ppl following me for bubbline or w/e getting jumpscared by

once a month like im some fucky shipping werewolf