#lmfaaoo

[cheesebad]

It's your mortal enemy, the cheese-loving magical girl Nagisa Momoe!!

Nooooo!!! How dare she betray me with her love for cheese💔💔

[comrade-shrimp]

My university just started doing poster printing so you can bet your ass I'm gonna print so much of my art if I like it enough

[evignonita]

downloading the sims freeplay because I MISS pascal ❤️

[crookedredemption]

just thinking about the dark urge not having a birthday. do you think her companions do something similar to a "gotcha day", like they do with adopted animals . . . or-

[throwmethroughawindow]

IM IN TEARS

The disgust LMAOOO

Luffy epic horse moments

[vellichorsdesire]

big fan of f/o(s) kissing you anywhere but your lips. like them grabbing your hands, brushing their lips over your knuckles or lovingly pressing kissies onto your palm or wrist. kisses pressed to a wound or a bruise no matter how big or small. soft kisses on the forehead and on the top of your head. trailing kisses on your collarbone up to your neck and to your jawline when the both of you feel so comfortable to be close like this. maybe in the middle of it f/o either whispers near your ear flirtingly or a mumble slips out: “do you like this?” / “what have you done to me?”

[just-a-boxx]

So, I’ll be off on a little hiatus for about a week and I’m unsure if I’ll be arting or posting/reblogging anything during that time, so if you saw any WIP’s on my other blog no you didn’t (They’ll be done soon-).

For now have a sketch of my creepypasta oc, Dax :>

My boy ✨

[halfnha1f]

This is very funny

Flirty non-sentient Pomni x Freakshow Caine ship takes too long to pronounce so I present to you the "showdown"

(she called him babygirl) (then died, what a legend)

[fr0stbearer]

erm a bit late but whatever 💀

[mandiemegatron]

I make some wicked brownies 😈😈😈😈🍃🍃🍃

[exponentialb-zukas]

RIZZ (also known as charisma) is when you get the bitches easy old man. they think you are hot?? ppl like what they call dilfs ig :/

BUT HAS ROCKET NOTICED THE MISSING LIKE,,,, rockets? i guess? stole em from him after a phight in the good ol den and ate that powder they have in them

pretty good would do that again but just checking in to see if hes noticed cus it was like last week and if he has? not going near him IM KEEPING MY LIMBS!!

dont tell vinestaff i ate them. she will get SO MAD AT ME... but nice to see some age variation on this app! tho it does smell like elderberries on here now from your old man cologne...

ANYHOW PEACE OLD MAN!! VISIT THIEVES DEN AGAIN SOMETIME! me n sling have a running bet on how much we can steal from the other competitors n rockets been low on that list for TOO LONG!! need to up my game cant lose to em again

Dilfs? Get bitches easy?

Uhm. Im guessing this is Shuriken from how you mentioned Vinestaff and Slingshot and no I dont think Rocket noticed any missing rockets. More importantly, why are you eating the gunpowder...

[woozyhere]

Something about Jamie Lee Curtis' tits always got him sweating. At least that's what he'd told Tatum as a joke, flinching immediately after just in case she swung out to smack him for his comments. In reality, the AC unit in the house was just on the fritz and he was a growing boy! Maybe he was a bit too hot from the blanket they'd had over them while watching their flick, or maybe he was sweating over her being in his lap the whole time, who knows.

What he did know was he needed a shower desperately, and Tatum had been over enough times to know his place inside and out. He excuses himself to shower - takes a full twenty minutes before he actually goes to shower because he's decided that a shower would feel phenomenally better after a couple of bong rips, and then makes his way to the bathroom with a parting kiss to Tatum's forehead.

He's totally zoned out, singing to himself quietly when the pounding on the door pulls him out of it. He parts his lips to respond, but she's yelling again and this time it sounds a little more frantic - angry. Stu shuts the shower off quickly, only a small drip of panic setting in. The only time he expected to hear this level of panic from her was later - much later. When Billy was around. When they followed through with their plan. A chill runs through him - maybe Billy changed his mind and decided to re-arrange the scene schedule.

Wrapping a towel around his waist and nearly slipping on the wet floor when he steps out, Stu throws the door to the bathroom open quickly, dripping wet and towel clinging for dear life around his hips. "What, babe!?" He barks the words, maybe a little more aggressive than intended, but he's in panic mode and he's already reached out to grab her shoulders, looking behind her frantically for any sign of Billy. Seeing the coast is relatively clear, Stu leans back a little to catch her eye - but she's damn mad and she's got something in her hand.

She has the vocoder in her hand.

His heart skips a beat physically in fear - the stuttered pounding makes him drop one hand off her shoulder to place open-palmed on his chest above his heart. The air punches from his lungs, the exhale shaking and anxious. He'll play it off as relief that she's safe and well, and not the panic attack edging him. "Fuck, babe. You scared the shit outta me. Thought there was an emergency." He side-steps past her, making his way toward his room - his face falls into a fearful frown the second his back is turned to her, mouthing curses to himself silently as he walks briskly.

Entering his room to see sweaters thrown about, the black fabric to the side and open floorboard makes him hold his breath - but he pretends not to notice right away, only forcing a playful laugh and stepping over some of his sweaters. "Whatcha got, anyway? What is that?" He glances over his shoulder and then to her hand where she holds the voice modulator, bright and curious smile on his face despite the fact it's forced with everything in him.

"And what the Hell happened in here? Atomic Tatum bomb went off in here with my sweaters, or what?" Another chuckle, and he turns back around to dig through his dresser for sweats and a t-shirt. He doesn't dress quite yet - his mind is reeling. He takes his time to look through clothes. He comes up with fifty different options to avoid this whole situation or manipulate it to his advantage. Stu settles on a couple in particular: seduce her, fuck her, clean up when she falls asleep and find a new hiding spot so he can gaslight her in the morning, or straight up kill her himself.

Swallowing hard, Stu finally turns around, playing fingertips at the edge of his towel at his hips. "You coulda joined me in the shower, you know. If you were cold, baby. Want me to warm you up now?" Cue sly smirk, quirked brow, flirting... a distraction from the obvious shit-storm that is most likely to come his way with Tatum's discovery.

Plotted starter for @woozyhere

It all started with a harmless hang out, in which Tatum was expecting to have to sit through whatever horror flick, it was the same old recycled crap to her. Some gore, and tits. There were a few movies she could get on board with, but they had to have a certain interesting storyline to it. Besides her complaining, she'd still happily oblige and watch them though-that is if nothing else peaked or stole her interest over the television.

As soon as Tatum was left alone for Stu to pop in the shower, she headed of into Stu's bedroom for an extra layer of warmth, having knowing the layout of Stu's house like the back of her hand, she could have walked there blindfolded. Nose scrunching up as she flicked through the options she had, getting wound up simply because they all would clash with her outfit. And if that didn't wind her up, the floorboard she hit her foot on was bound to do the trick, cursing to herself in discomfort.

It caught her attention at least, crouching down to analyse the pesky floorboard herself, too curious for her own good. Huh? Seemed pretty loose to her, like it was lifted up and placed down on multiple occasions. So, that was exactly what she did. Turning it over, black material being the first thing she could make out, lifting it up and out of the way. Seeming to be some kind of cloak. That's when she came face to face with the mask staring right back at her, leaving the blonde playfully rolling her eyes with a scoff. That was Stu alright. Having some kind of replica outfit, probably for some fun, she noticed some of the guys in school had the same. Oh well, Tatum truly didn't mind, or care.........As long as he kept the thing away from Sidney.

But something wasn't adding up to her, Stu was shameless, he wouldn't just hide something he would find absolutely hilarious to show off. That's what she gathered from him anyway. That's when her hand came back under the floorboard, in hopes to find something else. Pretty confident of her; to rummage through a teenage boys secret hiding area. Was that....? Was that some kind of monitor?

Which brings her to present time, kneeled at Stu's closet, his sweaters, jackets, anything of the like sprawled and scattered around her stuck frozen figure. The mask and voice changer in hand as she stared at the broken into floorboard. It daunted on her that this was not one of Stu's sick jokes. Christ, there was a gun, hidden no less, which made it all incredibly suspicious. Did she want to cry? Run home in terror? Give Stu a good back hander? She was, for once in her life, unsure of her own decisions. Stu couldn't, no. Sure he was incredibly insensitive but she defended him everytime in that he never means any harm from his annoying, yet to some extent mundane shenanigans.

Before she could even control or put her thoughts together, she found herself getting up to her feet, blinking back any unknown tears and swallowing the lump in her throat. Simply unaware she had started getting emotional, storming to the bathroom in which she heard the shower run, pounding on the door, the voice changer in the other hand. "Stu! Hurry up and get your ass out here. Now!" Her tone coming out as sharp snaps, regardless of the now spiked and heightened adrenaline and fear. This felt like an utter nightmare, unfortunately for her, this boiled her blood, and she had trouble keeping her temper in check, especially when a certain special brunette was no doubt affected by it. "I swear to God Stu, cut that shower short before I break open the door myself."

[uzurakis]

guys.. #confession.. i still haven’t watched jjk s2.. and i don’t have the guts to even pick it up

[vault81]

playing in photoshop instead of actually writing, idk i wanted a diff banner to use for the travel logs even if it is a different style to the previous ones i've made

[finaldisorder]

🐦————— @popularmxnster

Malcolm had always managed to find his way into delicate and risky situations. When he had met Billy Loomis, the profiler could pick his type and design out in any crowd; it was just like his father. What parts were similar and what parts were different were yet to be determined, but since the very day Malcolm had met the other man, that all-too-familiar nausea in the pit of his stomach had snapped and snarled and rolled.

It was terrifying in only the way he knows with Doctor Whitly. It's thrilling and exciting in that way, too. It makes the tremor of his hand cease when they make eye contact. It makes the breath punch out of him in a heavy exhale. It makes Malcolm do stupid, stupid things. Like ask for Billy's number, just in case, just in case he needed to reach him, just in case Billy needed a sponsor for anything, just in case...

Just in case Malcolm wanted some company with the only type of person who wouldn't just humor him and who would talk shop without shame.

People like his father, like Billy Loomis, like various other serial killers he had spoken with both behind bars and within their own homes. Reformed, they say. Not for psychopaths. There was no fixing anything because there was nothing broken. It was simply the way they were wired. Malcolm fears that he was wired this way too.

The rap on his door snaps him out of his thousand-yard staring contest with the far wall. Malcolm lifts himself from the stool at his kitchen island, taking the few short strides toward the door and unlocking it - he opens it quickly, husky blues settled on the other immediately with an attentive once-over. It's purely precaution - Malcolm surveys every visitor of his for weapons, or off vibes.

Just in case.

"Hey, glad you could make it." Malcolm steps aside, extending an arm lazily to welcome Billy inside. He had simply wanted to chat - about anything, everything, whatever came to mind. He wanted to pick apart Billy's brain and he wanted to compare it to others he'd spoken to in the past. He wanted to compare it to his own. "Whiskey? Would you like some whiskey?"

Stepping back toward the island, door kicked closed with the toes of his foot, Malcolm offers the other a small smile before reaching for a glass. The detective's glass is already half drunk on the island where he'd been sat moments before; Forensic Files is playing on the unnecessarily large television in the sitting area, volume so low it's barely a whisper. The silence is only broken up by the occasional tweet from his bird in the corner. "I don't know if you've eaten, but I could order in."

[7sharkie7]

Stan face study ?????

I need to practice more but LOL this was fun, def need to do more tho