#i will kill you. slowly. painfully.

[shanti-ashant-hai]

someone make a menstrual cycle with no pain, no blood, no nothing. someone uninvent the menstrual cycle.

[swagging-back-to]

it should be a cut and dry case if you go to a restaurant and get glutened by them. and by case i mean criminal. not just suing for damages and distress.

[paeliae-occasionally]

what would marsh do if i put him in a jar and shook him around?

suffocate.

[fullwets]

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

[catboypheromones]

i love when apps and websites use silly phrasing to try and manipulate u into stuff, like

Hey, do you want to sign up for our mailing list?

>Yes, I would love to be kept up to date on news and great deals!

>No, I am ugly and unloved and I suck and I hate great deals so much!!!!!!!!!! 😤

[robotpanties]

uuuuuhhh no reason just wanna see the robot get preggers because nobody is really taking advantage of the narrative consequences of the robots of ULTRAKILL having fleshy bits inside them (in my humble opinion hahahaha...hahaha....hah....). Anywhosen also a sucker for general Bad End especially when it involves a psycho-sexual (breeding) binding to a greater entity but also I wanna see the murder-robot get knocked up. And the galaxy brain bit of this is instead of calming down they just get Worse.

YEAH NO ONE REALLY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF THAT. and well i mostly assumed a very small percentage of people actually want to breed the robots like that which is why.

also i don't think this as a bad end, but a bad path that can lead to some other.. inch resting things (my stupid ass is trying to craft a plot with horror and drama from this path and how it'd change the story slightly despite knowing I will never get around to writing it in fic form except tiny excerpt ideas and art)

also i have so much to say abt the 'it doesn't calm down it just gets worse' bc its So true

[theinkbunny]

I’ve noticed you only seem to love towards @mikoshubofchaos . It’s weird. So many others deserve the same kind of love and you constantly dump it onto only her, hell, I don’t think I’ve seen your stupid ass call her anything rude or mean. You need to stop caring so much, it’s cringe. She doesn’t deserve it

anon I’m gonna fucking kill you. Like. Actually fucking slaughter you .

I’m going to peel your skin off and feed it to you, watching as you cry and you beg for freedom. That you wish and you beg you never decided to type these words. Im gonna make you a doll to toy with , ripping apart your limbs and putting them on wrong. Scalping you and smothering your face in hot wax and not taking it off because you deserve the suffocating. I will rip chunks of your flesh off and send it to your loved ones, so they know you are being tormented. I will take joy in your screams. i will make SURE every moment of your life is fucking hell if you come at Miko again. I love her, she is my favourite person in the entire fucking world and if you even try to drive a wedge between me and her you will regret it

anyways hiiiii sweetheart I love youuu<333 ignore this stupid bitch <33333

[insomnicbypasser]

Yeah just caught up on the like over 100 chapters of one piece that i let pile up so i could read a bunch instead of waiting for each chapter to come out

And all i have to say is tHATS HER DAAAAAD BRO HES HER DAD HER DADS HERE HE CAME BACK TO HERRRRRR FUCKKKK ILL NEVER RECOVER

[yeahlikethebird]

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[wfuckshit42]

here's my hot take

[theinfinitedivides]

the next time i hear someone say that asexuals can't get married bc marriage is for 'procreation' and 'what are they going to be doing if they're not having sex/planning to have children in the future' i will deck a bitch. literally lay them out in the middle of the street and f*ck them up istg—

[mybrainisalibrary]

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[aspenforgets]

currently thinking about him by which i mean q in his french marshal outfit... 🙈👀

like you see him and you just know he has NO military experience. but. you also know that he carries himself. so convincingly that he could move armies without ever using his powers.

[bitegore]

holds drag strip up to the sky. i bet i could poke so many holes in this dude

[bingbangboom666x2]

I’m really just too lazy tbh

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[fushiguho]

For eons, I’ve been thinking about sweet, well-mannered, farmhand!Gojo ☀️ who fucks the literal breath out of you and you guys WILL hear me out, okay?

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As your father’s one and only employee, Satoru is held to incredibly high standards, which essentially boil down to two, very simple rules; never show up to the farm late and never, he means never pursue his daughter romantically. Seems easy enough, right?

Or so Satoru thought.

“Miss,” a thick, meridional voice utters from far behind, “miss, pardon my frankness, but I believe you just might be the prettiest woman I have ever seen.” Satoru admits candidly, briskly jogging to match your fast-paced gait as you trudge up the hill, toward the farmhouse over yonder.

“Oh, don’t be silly now,” you dismiss, waving a banishing hand, suppressing the ever-growing giddiness that threatens to invalidate your dismissal, “my father wouldn’t like that one bit, you know that. He’ll kill you ten times over, Satoru.” Surely he’s kidding, right? Surely he would never disobey your father’s wishes… right?

Now trudging beside you, Satoru nods slowly, adjusting the rusted buckles of his muddy, denim overalls. A dispirited sigh drags from his pretty, pink lips. Of course he knows. Shoulder to shoulder, the two of you plod toward the house, his lingering gaze as subtle as a sledgehammer, but when is it not?

“I’ve been made well aware,” he finally mutters under his breath as if coming to the unfortunate realization all over again, “but you don’t make it particularly easy for me, miss… you must know that.” His voice is a deep, southern drawl—beautifully elongated vowels like silken honey, the perfect melody for battered souls.

“How do you mean?” Your hand is coming up to your face, shielding your eyes from the sun so that you can peer up at the ivory-haired man beside you. “And you don’t have to call me that y’know.”

“What? Miss?” His incredulous tone forces a giggle past your lips. “Just a token of respect is all, blame my momma,” he smiles, cheeks glowing a beautiful crimson from the parching heat, “and it’s fitting… a pretty name for a pretty lady, hm?” He’s nudging you in the shoulder teasingly.

See? Satoru is sweet. So why on this godforsaken planet does he have you painfully spread apart on your family’s dining room table? Why are his large hands pinning your thighs to the stained wood so that he can watch as your desperate, drooling pussy swallows his cock whole? Why is he leaning down to whisper debauched words of praise directly into your ear?

“Look at this wet, little pussy, goddd… you take me sooo fuckin’ well—fuuuuuck, miss,” he’s deliriously tossing his head back to dangle between his shoulder blades, subconsciously yanking you closer to the edge of the rustic table, desperate to feel more of you, “like it was made for me, heh. Was this pretty pussy made for me, miss? Is this my pussy?”

It’s like switch has been flipped, like he’s possessed beyond saving and is now only a shell of his former self. Has he always been this way? Has he always had this filthy of a mouth? You’re not sure, not really. The only thing you’re sure of is the repetitive, obscene strike of his swollen balls against the fat of your ass. It’s the only thing you can hear, feel, think.

“C’monnn now… asked you a question, miss,” he’s leaning closer, mockingly cupping a hand over his ear to observe the way he fucks the breath out of you, “talk to meee, pretty, I wanna hear you. This pussy too loud, huh? Is she too wet for you to hear me?”

“It’s yours! Your p-pussy—mhmm,” you cry, nodding frantically in immense rapture, “fuuuck, you fuck me sooo good… s’good!”

“Yeah, sweet girl? You like how I fuck you?” The dark, breathy chuckle that drags from the depths of his chest sends yours mind blank as you nod dumbly. “You like how I give you everything? All of my cock?” A big, greedy hand is slipping beneath the small of your back, pulling you upright and impossibly closer. “Yeaaaah, you like my cock, look at you…” his hungry gaze is scanning over your stupid expression, “eyes rollin’ to the back of your head like that. Can’t even hear me anymore, can you?”

A pool of light washed denim surrounds Satoru’s feet, the hem of his white t-shirt tucked between his teeth, baring the sweat-ridden skin of his chest and abdomen. The bruising buck of his hips as he fucks himself deeper is only scooting the large table further and further across the hardwood floor. Even his deep, guttural moans are like kindle to an ever growing flame.

It’s always the ones you least expect.