#shitfuckdamn

[fireflower-art-stash]

Gah DAMN it why don't the mobile app let me edit my profile pic & header image without FUCKING IT UP

Now it's blank

>:(

EDIT:

I was incorrectly flagged as explicit. Didn't know that could happen! Reached out to tumblr staff & they fixed it.

:)

[corporrealism]

new neighbors are the loudest upstairs neighbors I’ve ever have the displeasure of having…….new stressor just dropped

[paperbackribs]

Steve scoffs, his large, bare feet by Eddie's hips as he sits under him at the trailer couch, "Yeah, yeah, you love my meals. I think you're just obsessed with some onion and garlic."

Eddie can feel himself readying to pounce like a cat that’s sighted its prey. “But Stevie, it’s what you do with it!” He shrieks, pushing up on the balls of his feet to lunge over and tackle Steve back into the cushions.

The book Steve had been holding goes flying to the floor with a thud and Steve lets out a big oof when Eddie knocks the breath out of him as he lands over his middle, he gleefully glares down at Steve, “Got you now!”

Steve breathlessly giggles as Eddie sticks his fingers into his sides and proceeds with the Munson Tickle Attack. Squirming under him, he bucks and Eddie nearly goes flying to the floor right after the book, but Steve hooks one leg behind him and flips him over to land heavily on his back.

Eddie grunts and immediately rolls, trying to squirm out from under Steve to take back the upper hand. He nearly succeeds, but Steve suddenly sits heavily on Eddie’s lap, pinning his wrists above his head and stretching his torso to force Eddie down with his weight.

“Got you,” Steve breathlessly says, chest heaving from his exertion. Their noses nearly brushing, Steve’s eyes are close and intently trained on Eddie, the longer strands of his hair fall around them, creating a curtain, narrowing the world down to just the two of them.

Eddie licks his lips; they feel full and wanting under his tongue. “What’re you going to do about it,” he challenges.

He can feel himself growing hard underneath the soft meat of Steve’s ass and he grinds up just a fraction. Enough to tell himself that it’s barely noticeable.

Steve’s eyes darken and his fingers tighten around Eddie’s wrists.

Eddie moans, eyes fluttering close.

He wants Steve to push down harder, to squeeze harder. Anything to help relieve this ache growing in him, the compounding pressure building, threatening to crack across his body, distort and shake his frame apart.

Steve must hear Wayne approaching the front door before Eddie because his eyes widen in alarm and he quickly sits up, hand moving in front of his body before he flies to the end of the couch, a magazine suddenly open and in his lap.

Eddie looks at him from the end of the couch, still splayed out and uncomprehending until he hears the key in the lock.

Steve looks over at his still stationary body and hisses his name.

ShitFuckDamn.

Eddie flees to the bathroom.

His back hitting the door behind him, Eddie tries to figure out what the fuck all that was. His thoughts however are reluctant to turn away from the memory of Steve’s eyes burning into his, to forget the enthralling weight of Steve forcing him down, making him submit under his hands and body.

Eddie bites against a moan and hurriedly unzips his jeans...

Chapter

[the-smallest-star]

"..................... whats shitfuckdamn?"

[timidxtempted]

I am an extremely independent person, and I don't need any fucking help thanks. I got it. No really, I fucking got it. No, I fucking mean it, I would rather die than ask for help so just leave me alone to do the thing because I don't. need. help.

Until it comes to a stupid fucking tiny little fucking thing that is causing me intense frustration to the point that I gave up and collapsed in a stupid crying heap because fuck this stupid shit and because I need help and the only person I'd admit that to and who would be able to do the thing in about three seconds flat can't help at the moment.

So I'ma just cry it the fuck out and try doing it myself again and it's fine, I'm fine, everything is fine.

Godfuckingdammit shitfuckdamn.

[dcynight]

SHITFUCKDAMN

"Gesundheit."

"Alright buster!! No more of that! BANNED. Out out out! There are innocent ears around here!"

[reluctantguide]

If you only knew the gigantic ball of #shitfuckdamn that’s headed my way after I hit send….🙀😸🐒🐒🙈👻… you might stop giggling for a second🤓👻 This is the real real for me right now and I need my mother And I can’t I’m feeling contrary. And not the black woah hoe is me. I mean the opposite of what you’re supposed to do because that’s ho how its usually done. https://www.instagram.com/p/CUY4bhEMag0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[substantiating-shadows]

the job market really sucks, and i have a bachelors and speak 3 languages fluently like i cant even get an interview for a damn nanny job. i cannot imagine what its like for other people.

[krisdidathing]

Yamazaki got me feeling some sort of way

1. Let me be one of your loyal servant girls. 2. Let me be your badass woman by your side And by verse three (the growling and the deep voice... Why???) TAKE ME NOW BANG YONGGUK I AM YOURS.

[multiple-nerdery]

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[yellowjavkets]

New Cryptid: My smile

[hyperverbal]

writer problems

hyperempathizing with the character that fucking kills herself

[timidxtempted]

Currently parked on the side of the road with a bunch of other people waiting for a shitfuckdamn of a storm to pass.

If I die, which one of you perverts is gonna delete my history?

[pluralprogramming]

Top Worst Vocal Stims / Echolalias We've Had

Ronald Reagan (Kishibe Rohan)

Squamby pimbo (Edgar)

Uh oh! Hotdog! (Timothie)

Lollipop lollipop oh lolly lolly lolly lollipop! [SMACKS OWN ASS] (Dylan)

Meat meat the sweet treat good to eat meat meat (Uta)

What the shitfuckdamn?! (Dante)

[ladyyatexel]

Pain Management Fellow: "So this might be something with your IS joint. Do you know what that is?"

Me: "Not sure."

Pain Management Fellow: "Okay, so your pelvis is made of multiple bones, actually,-"

Me: "Yeah."

PMF: "And so the sacrum is in the center, and your hip bones-"

Me: "Oh, is this iliosacral joint?"

PMF: "Uh, yes, okay."

Me: "I got it, I've drawn dead bodies."

PMF: "-"

Me: "(shitfuckdamn) For art school. For anatomy class."

PMF: "OkAY, great, so yeah, that joint --"

[oshbabe-and-the-podcast-husbands]

Shitfuckdamn