#it's trash sorry

[hellboys]

HELLBOY dir. guillermo del toro

[n4391]

What’s in Trailblazer’s trash?!

[vvampirelust]

smut vomit 🫢

“take your clothes off” you mumble, right against her chapped lips. your body forcing her backwards through the door, already beginning to push the jacket from her shoulders.

Ellie, realising just how badly you want her right now, takes a brief moment before complying. and then she’s moaning into your mouth, slender fingers curling around the back of your neck. however, yours have found the hem of her shirt.

It’s a blur honestly. desperate to keep your lips on her, reattaching after another item of clothing has been dropped to the door. fuck trying to find the bedroom. you need her, now. you grab handfuls of her, near manhandling her to the nearest surface. ellie’s never been treated like this, and she’s also never been wetter…such a relief to strip the too tight boxers off her body. falling back onto the soft sofa, thighs parted and cunt dripping.

“holy shit,” she keeps uttering breathlessly, watching and feeling you slipping between her legs. hands taking ahold of her trembling thighs. ellie swears her heart is skipping beats when your eyes stay directly glued to hers as your face lowers closer to her cunt. “fuck” the sob ellie lets out sends a twist through your stomach. your tongue is slurping up her pussy, not slow by any means but so passionately. as if you were attempting to drink from her, feed off of her, as if she was the only source you needed to continue on.

your tongue dips inside just long enough to feel her tighten before you need her sensitive clit in your hold. you need her to squirm beneath you. and she does, of course she does. your lips are wrapped around her nub, and you can’t get enough. you need to suck on her puffy clit, play with it, feel her throbbing against the tip of your tongue with your soft yet pressured flicks. releasing the grip on her thighs, you let her wrap them around your head, feeling the soft plush squeezing and shaking against the sides of your face.

the feeling has you moaning into her pretty cunt, the vibrations adding vibrato to ellie’s loud whimpers. chanting your name as you worship her cunt. higher and higher.

it sneaks up on her. such an intense orgasm causing ellie to tense up, her sounds catching in her throat. breaking beautifully. you can’t help but be a little cocky, smiling into her pussy as she rides it out. who knew your new roommate would be so much fun.

[lotus-slumbers]

— Yandere! Batfam would never hurt you. The world would sooner burn down or the sun would go out. Either way, you wouldn't have to worry. They'd hold you close, keep you warm and safe. That was what they liked to believe.

— The dreams that most would take as nightmares but to them turned into something more biblical, like visions sent to warn them of the dying of the human race— or, worse, just you— clouded there judgement for months up until that fateful day.

— Yandere! Batfam thinks, maybe, just maybe, if they had thought with a clearer mind, you could have been saved. You wouldn't have fallen from such a great height and sunk like a stone, into the bottom of the sea.

— Yandere! Batfam wouldn't have brought you there with them at all, if they weren't so paranoid. So hell-bent and sure of themselves.

— Yandere! Batfam jumped in after you, into the icy water but you were already gone. In the dark, under prepared. They spent hours out there in search for you, until daylight and until dusk again.

— Yandere! Batfam knows that you were never meant to be there in the first place. The blame is fully on them but none of them want the crushing guilt resting fully on their own chest, so everyone's at each others throat like starving dogs, fighting for a bone that— that doesn't even exist. Being guiltless, being clean after what just happened.

— Maybe it turns into something more like a fight for territory in the end, after time passes and they know you are gone for good.

— The vision of who you were, contorting and twisting and being molded into something other each day when someone else says something. A story of who you were that doesn't match their narrative of every member of Yandere! Batfam.

— Yandere! Batfam all had slightly different versions of you inside of their head. All perfect, of course, but different. They don't want their perfect vision of you to be tampered with when it's all they have left of you.

— Jason leaves immediately, cursing God and Bruce. Spitting venom at anyone he can and in the privacy of the hide out he runs to, himself. He turns to bad habits quickly.

— A few others follow his lead, just a few weeks later. One by one, half of the Yandere! Batfam split apart and the remaining few who still live in the same home start to feel dead themselves.

— It's been a long time since it's been this quiet in the manor. Everyone in Yandere! Batfam looks sick and pale, like a bunch of ghosts living out the same day over and over again.

— Although they still fight for what they believe in, to save the innocent, to protect Gotham, they're much more like walking dead now. Gotham's cursed protectors, rising every night and dying every morning.

— Something broke in Yandere! Batfam that day. Of course it did.

— If they ever managed to figure out you weren't stuck at the bottom of the ocean, that you had survived and this had all been one cruel plan you had careful devised throughout the year they had you?

— Yandere! Batfam wouldn't stop their hunt for you, like blood sniffing hounds ready to go all the way to the gates of hell to retrieve you. Even further, into the depths of hell, if need be.

— They were bad before, (Y/n), but now something is BROKEN inside of them.

— You must remain as dead as the bottom of the sea, if you ever wish to remain free...

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part fifteen

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After the last bell rings on Monday, Steve grabs his things and heads out. 

The picnic table is empty when he gets there, but he figures it’ll only remain that way for a few minutes at most. 

Eddie suggested they meet here so he can tell people to spread the word that he isn’t selling on Mondays or Wednesdays for the next couple of weeks when they come to buy.

Steve had asked him, Aren’t they gonna be, like, pissed? 

To which Eddie replied, Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Harrington.

Steve had - obviously - immediately shut his mouth and thought about that for the rest of the day. Including now. 

Eddie’s been talking to him more since they were assigned as partners, which isn’t a surprise but what is is the flirting. It’s flirting, right? 

Steve just doesn’t understand why. Why reject the notes when he found out Steve was behind them, only to turn around and flirt with him to his face?

He isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though, so he - somewhat reluctantly - lets it go.

Just as Steve’s finished setting up his supplies (a big sheet of cardstock, a pencil, a sharpener, an eraser, and a divider (just in case)) he hears approaching footsteps. 

“Well, look at you, all prepared.”  Eddie plops onto the opposite side of the table. 

Steve’s cheeks heat up and he clears his throat. “What do you mean?”

Eddie looks at him deadpan and pulls out a sheet of paper and a pencil that looks like it has bite marks all over it. “This’ what I got.”

Steve looks at his pencil that is missing an eraser and raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Eddie grins.

Steve shakes his head in disapproval and swipes the utensil from the boy, earning a sharp hey!

Steve absentmindedly slips Eddie’s poor excuse for a pencil into his backpack for safekeeping. He digs around for a moment before emerging with a brand new pack of pencils. After a moment of consideration, he pulls out an eraser as well. He sets his haul in front of Eddie and only belatedly realizes how weird that probably is when he looks up and sees the boy’s face.

Eddie seems dumbfounded. 

Steve’s back straightens. “Or you can have your pencil back. I didn’t mean to…I-I’m sorry.” He reaches forward to take the stuff back and Eddie shakes his head, seeming to snap out of it.

An incredulous smile breaks out on his face and he picks up the supplies and holds it close to his chest. “No take-backsies.” 

Steve’s shoulders slump in relief. “Yeah?”

Once he deems it safe enough, Eddie lowers his things back to the table and spreads them out. “You kidding me, man?”

Steve smiles and gestures to the divider laid between them, but not set up yet. “Think that’s gonna be necessary?” he asks. 

Eddie cackles. 

Steve hadn’t thought much about how he was gonna tackle making a portrait of Eddie. He’s worried he isn’t going to be able to capture him perfectly. Then again, Steve doesn’t think anything could.

He decides to do the same as yesterday and start with the hair.  It takes much longer than he thought it would - much longer than Steve’s hair did yesterday. Eddie’s hair is longer and frizzier. He also has waves that Steve thinks could be curls with the right treatment. It looks good on Eddie, but not so much on Steve’s paper. After erasing and starting over about ten times, the paper is starting to look a little banged up. Steve’s brows furrow in frustration and he flips the paper over to try again on the backside. He starts with Eddie’s clothes this time, and that goes better. 

Steve’s trying not to think about the fact that Eddie is right there and drawing him right now, too, but it’s difficult when he can feel the boy’s eyes on him more often than not. 

They have to look up at each other for reference. 

They end up staying for a little over two hours and when they pack up their stuff to leave, Steve lets Eddie take his pencil sharpener. He acts like he doesn’t notice - lets him think he’s getting away with something. 

Not many people came looking to buy, after all. It was only two people and Steve pretended not to listen in on the conversations. 

Eddie and Steve walk side by side to the parking lot. They reach Eddie’s van first and Steve slows to a stop, not wanting this to be over so soon. 

Eddie digs around in his jacket pockets for his keys. “See you around, Harrington.”

Steve chews on his lip. “Steve,” he says. 

Eddie looks up from where he’s unlocking the driver’s door. 

“Huh?”

“Steve,” he repeats. “Call me Steve.”

Eddie chuckles and leans in to punch Steve’s shoulder lightly. “Alright, Steve.”

Steve grins and slowly backs away. “See you later, Eddie.”

“You, too.”

“Drive safe.”

Eddie smiles, a small thing. “You too.”

sixteen

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sorry if i missed anyone!!

[sadgirlz-lovemoney]

Tails stay catching strays 😭

[chrliekclly]

——————

it’s been 6 years exactly nd i apologize for everything about this

[tw: implied csa]

[soadscrawl]

i was saying this to my best friend the other day but why are voltron aus making keith either rich or like a prince or something. why must you take his poor kid sparkle. that man knows a 7/11 slurpee he knows a walmart brand bottle of soda. he deserves to know the simple pleasure of an inflatable backyard pool. I know he got those fuckass black jeggings from a thrift store. and that fuckass mullet is from great clips. is keith kogane truly keith kogane if hes not taking his change to the coinstar at the grocery store. dont take this from my man!!!!!!

[dathen]

Victorians in general: Eh Dracula is trash, we like The Beetle better ://

Arthur Conan Doyle: BEST BOOK EVER I HAVE THREE NEW BLORBOS NOW!!

[rainbow-nijisaki]

Twewy but it's a farm sim now

Earn enough money and you can buy back your entry fee - and your life.

(Neku was killed by a lightning strike during a freak typhoon, by the way)

Bonus: Another Day

Once you beat the game you unlock the endless mode AU in which Neku's lifelong dream was to be a farmboy. The plotline is a wacky isekai parody that involves a nonsense timeskip and then you can marry him to your favorite partner or whatever

(This is a joke post btw)

[linkeduniverse]

There are already characters in town who won't stop to talk to you (like castle town in TP). So of all the dialogue to include for the characters who WILL stop and talk…why specifically say she knows nothing…hmmmmmmmmm?

2. Where the hero of warriors first saw… H e r ...💘 (messing with lighting but I didn't like how muddy the colors ended up)

[ventresses]

Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines Star Wars: The Bad Batch (12/?)

[necroticghost]

im so fucking useless

[theanimeroom]

Hiii, one of isagi being such a cutie and respectful boyfriend BUT then in reader's birthday she wishes "world peace and being fucked by his cute bf" and then good boy isagi let her perv side out 🛐🛐🛐

yes 🫡

bf!isagi yoichi who was terrified of PDA when you two first got together. you assured him that it was fine, the two of you didn’t have to go farther than holding hands or occasional kisses whenever he felt comfortable. he still hesitated every time his fingers laced between yours though, his face turning bright red and his eyes always being unable to meet yours.

he always saw you as his little treasure, and he wanted all eyes away from you because you belong to him <3. he was used to being in the spotlight with his career, but he never wanted to drag you into it. there were probably several talks about making your relationship public, to which you didn’t mind, but isagi didn’t share the same sentiment.

he wanted you to himself, wanted to make sure that no one else even considered trying to make moves on you without having his fangirls trying to pick you apart. he’s a major homebody, believe it or not. whenever nagi or bachira would beg for him to come out he always opted to stay in the house with you, watching movies and eating candy so sweet you swore your teeth should have fallen out by now.

his love for you and natural reclusiveness only skyrocketed the day you opened your eyes to a platter being placed under your nose, the smell of fresh, crispy bacon and toast filling your sensing before you could even register what day it was.

“happy birthday!” his sweet voice was the first thing you got to hear, a sleepy smile stretching across your face. his eyes were big and filled with happiness as he watched you attempt to sit up, rubbing the rest of your fatigue away with your hands. when your breakfast was placed in front of you a small giggle broke through your yawn at the preparations. there were around 8 strips of bacon on the plate, along with scrambled eggs, a couple halves of toast and a blueberry muffin with a little candle wick placed on top. “i made your favorite.”

“did you?” you giggled, feeling your heart swell at the hopeful expression on isagi’s face. your boyfriend was always so sweet, almost sickeningly so sometimes. he was typically all forehead kisses and soft touches, like you were a porcelain doll. even in bed, he preferred making love to anything else, it made him feel like he was appreciating you for all that you were worth. you loved it of course, adored it even. it’s what made you fall in love with him in the first place, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted….more.

you’d seen isagi on the field. you knew the kind of stamina, passion, and drive he had when it came to crushing his opponents, you just wished that sometimes he’d come home and crush you instead.

so when your sweet, innocent, loving boyfriend told you to make a wish on the muffin candle, you didn’t even have to ponder on your wish. leaning in with shielded vision, you spoke your wish with a sly smile on your face. “i wish for world peace and to be fucked by the undeniably hot boyfriend.”

when you looked at your boyfriend, his eyes were as wide as saucers. you were his sweet girl, and he’d never even considered being even remotely rough with you because of it. but alas, there was only so much strength a man could have after hearing that slip from your lips.

and that’s exactly how you ended up here, with your ass angled in the air and your moans muffled by the fabric of your pillowcase. there was one hand pressed against the back of your head, pushing you further into the bed when his other hand held down your arm against your back. your plea’s and moans fell on deaf ears though, the only thing on isagi’s mind being the filth that he’s spewing your way.

“aww, is this what my sweet baby wished for? wanted to be treated like a little slut, huh?” he punctuated his question with a hard thrust, hips flesh against your ass.

you wailed in the pillow, but a broken response didn’t seem to be enough for the man above you. with a brash tug his fingers were in your hair, tugging until your neck was strained and your teary eyes were looking back at him. his thrusts never slowed down still hitting all the spots that’s make you twitch and see those pretty little stars in the corner of your vision. “good little whores are supposed to answer when they’re spoken to, aren’t they?”

“y-yes!!” your voice was strained, body weak from pleasure although you tried to follow his instructions. your body shuffled, trying to push back against him but only receiving a rough slap on the flesh of your ass in response. his fingers dug into the skin as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

the air sent a shiver down your spine, your mind only filled with thoughts of him. his voice was light, the power of his thrusts leaving you both breathless. “my baby seems to be getting a little greedy,” he chuckled, a soft grunt slipping through at the wet patch staining the pillow, a string of drool leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “but since it’s your birthday, i’ll let you off the hook.”

your back arched as isagi bottomed out inside of you, hips flush against your ass, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. you moaned, trying your hardest to fuck yourself back onto him and chase the tingling feeling that permeated your toes and fingertips. you could barely breathe with the way he was fucking you, and if you weren’t in love with he man before this, you definitely were now.

“you know i love you right, baby?” isagi asked, grinning when you frantically nodded your head. he wasn’t even sure if you’d heard what he said to you, your eyes glazed over and breathing so labored that he laced his fingers in your hair and pulled your face out of the pillow. “you still with me sweet girl?”

“uh huh,” you groaned, pushing your hips back in hopes for him to fuck you more rather than talk. with a chuckle, isagi wrapped a hand around your waist.

“good, because you won’t be in a second,” were the last words he said before forcing his cock in as far as it could go. the sounds of skin against skin reverberated around the room, combined with the broken whimpers coming from you and the occasional moan and groan from isagi.

the knot in your stomach tightened as he prodded that one spot inside of you, causing the muscles in your body tense as your body started to succumb to the pleasure.

“gonna come for me baby?” the man above you asked, landing a harsh smack against the side of your ass. a guttural moan left you at the sensation, the sight of your cunt creaming his cock only causing his pace to quicken. with another smack you were wailing out a positive response, thighs trembling as they tried to keep your body upright. “wanna feel the birthday girl come all over me, you can do that pretty, right?”

isagi didn’t have to say another word, the simple request being all you needed to let the waves of pleasure take over your body with a strangled moan. isagi let out a moan of his own at the way you squeezed around him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he bottomed out, eyes rolling as ropes of come painted your inner walls.

isagi breathed heavily into your ear, the sensation tickling your skin just enough to make you shuffle underneath him.

“mmm baby,” you spoke lowly, turning your head so your face wasn’t plastered into the pillow. the male above you hummed, eyes closed in bliss as he came down from his high. it took you a second before you were able to respond, still trying your hardest to catch your breath. when you did respond though, the words slipped from you with a smile.

“can this be my birthday present every year?”

don’t plagiarize! it’s not nice <3

theanimeroom

[damiel-of-real]

that fucking flower i hate

[chloesimaginationthings]

I'm not sure if this has been asked before (sorry if it has) but who's your favorite animatronic?

Here’s a handful of my top faves! Monty is probably my absolute favourite

Foxy I was obsessed with when I was younger, Ballora I always found to be very creepy/pos, and Helpy is my best friend