#ill call it that

[x-crowmancer-x]

Oh god they're gone they're actually gone

Q!Philza is gone

Chayanne and Tallulah are gone.

I'm glad they're together but they're still gone

:(

Everyone is gone. All the eggs.. the sweet little guys are.. just not there anymore. I feel like this is the end. It's all ending and crumbling and it's so sad because I still care so much. Theyve been such a comfort family to me and I know it isnt real, they're characters played by people acting. But for 4-5 hours every VOD I got to be in the POV of a family that really love each other. They were silly and listened to each other and gave up a lot for eachother. They would do anything to keep eachother safe, our brave little warriors with Technoblade watching over them. And then that happy little family got a happily ever after together into the unknown.

But I'm still here.

It's not any of their faults, it's no ones fault at all. I'm always sad when people have to leave, I fear they're also leaving me behind too. And when they say they'll be back I wait for them. I wait and wait and grow so so tired of waiting for something, but nothing. (Tallulah just like me fr damn) Then I meet other people and I'm so sure this time they wont have to go.

I hope they think to take me with them if they do, like Chayanne and Tallulah.

[lowpawly]

I like how people on tumblr/twitters examples of irredeemable media are always coincidentally media that had been highly popular online 5 years prior and would, say, potentially be something a young adult might be embarrassed about having liked as a teenager at one point

[candyje11yfish]

[wip] shooting star frye!!! i Looove spacey stuff!!!!

[rusticfurnace]

GHOSTSOAP // "you sweet fucker" MINICOMIC!!!

[skeletood]

yeah, they're boyfriends

[bi-writes]

thinking about sugarbaby!reader batting her lashes when simon comes home. watching him come through the door, tossing his duffel onto the ground, grunting as he shuts the door behind him and cracks his neck from side-to-side as he eyes the pretty thing standing there waiting for him. (18+)

wearing that baby pink silk that he loves so much. the one that didn't put a dent in his wallet, even though it was outrageously expensive--but fuck was it worth it when he saw those gorgeous tits wrapped so delicately in it, fabric sitting soft and smooth like water. his mouth goes dry as his eyes focus on the skin there, knowing how you'll taste when he rips the thing off of you and puts his cock right back where it belongs.

your eyes meet. you smile, bright and sugary and sweet, and when he bends down to kiss you, he brings the weight of him down, too. he's vicious with it, teeth knocking against yours and tongue a little sloppy as he swallows the pretty sounds you make--simon-oh!

he watches with bated breath as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands finding the laces of his boots and beginning to undo them. you tip your head back, looking up at him, and he lowers himself to look closer at you, pouty lips parted and waiting for him as he shoves two gloved fingers into your mouth and pries satisfaction from the gag that you choke down and settle with a soft suck.

a warm mouth. a pretty cunt. a gorgeous girl, all for him, waiting like the lovesick kitten that she is for him to come home, for him to devour, for him to indulge in.

and when you let his fingers go and kiss his blood-soaked palms with a whimpering, "thank you for your service," he knows this is the only place he will ever know the truth of it all.

[arinmoss]

Elliott!! :3

[hinamie]

7/3: pov u r nanami kento pleased that i managed to pull smth together in time for your bday

[machinerot]

[nenayaquisieras]

Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

[theraedar]

Pogi miku 🇵🇭

Doin the cultural miku trend from twitter hehe

[finnitesimal]

When the unerringly loyal right-hand men are referred to as dogs in the canon text

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

gender is a performance and i am but a reluctant backstage emo whose parents made them sign up for tech crew as an Extracurricular

[gothghostiie]

mmmm thinking about ghost just straight up putting you in a chokehold. I know this is such a basic thought but?? him just fuckinh you in lazy doggy, arm suddenly wrapping around your neck and squeezing you between his bizeps and forearms, making you gasp and grab his arm for support. "just like that, yea? thought you were falling alseep on me darlin'.."

[yanderespamton78]

Edit since a lot of people seem confused - your "real" name is the name that you want to be referred to in real life. It doesn't have to be your legal name. So if you're trans and you have a different name to whats on your birth certificate, even if not many people call you by the name, it still counts as your real name.

Edit 2 : Holy shit guys please stop reblogging this post my poor inbox im getting like 20 notifs an hour asjfhkajshdkh /lh /srs

[hai-nae]

if you want love, you're gonna have to go through the pain,

if you want love, you're gonna have to learn how to change,

if you want trust, you're gonna have to give some away.