#so........

[modwyr]

seeing that post about straight white guys being into the technological aspects of ww2 and only knowing facts about what nazi uniforms were made from or the different types of aircraft used, and thus not being 'real' historians who are interested in the 'important' parts of ww2. lol. the nazi uniforms were designed by hugo boss, who still help decide what looks good today, and us aircraft were designed by fucking boeing. i think that's actually information that's really worth knowing.

[simpjaes]

died reading the frat!jayke drabble…

toxic frat boy jay really gets me bro. he’s so frat boy who seems like the nice one out of his frat brothers because he’s just not as outwardly sleazy. he takes you on dates, dresses nice, brings your flowers, takes you to class, protects you at parties, and makes it seem like he really likes you until he starts slowly showing his manipulative toxic side. he’s telling you’re the only one for him but there’s 3 other girls he’s saying the same shit to, he’s just really smart about it. goes for ALL types of girls, not just the party girls. has been with sorority girls, goth girls, the quiet girls just at college to study, etc…. his roster is insane, even though he keeps it under wraps for the sake of his rep.

daddy’s money, probably president of a giant club too, makes it on the dean’s list every semester, all the professors love him, girls don’t see through how toxic he is because he leaves them thinking they’re the problem and not him.

sounds like a horrible man but god damn the dick would be sooooo good that you can’t just leave 😫😫 super possessive and gets JEALOUSSS when he sees you with other guys once the situationship is over. might even try to fuck the thoughts of the other guy out of you in the frat bathroom as the other guys is waiting on you.

- 💗

i have nothing to add to this bc it's great and amazing and im obsessed with the idea and you should let me write a full fic of it maybe

idk

let me know

[bapydemonprincess]

No laughing allowed 🙊

[ravenkings]

now that succession is over, i’m going to start watching the sopranos

[ruskaroma]

thinking of pissing john wick off so fucking bad that he fucks you into the fucking wall🤤🤤 he’d been so patient with you, but you just kept pushing his buttons so here you are, his hand clamped over your mouth as he fucks you full of his cum….

everybody pull up a chair cuz we are going to have a talk.

john wick is a soft dom. that’s up to no debate. he could be a mean dom sometimes, but that rarely happens. but the point still stands.

john wick is a soft dom.

and of course, a soft dom would be incomplete without a bratty sub.

john doesn’t like it when you talk back, but during this time you’re feeling a bit naughty. a simple denial from john ruined your entire day, and so of course it’s your job to ruin his too.

he has been on the edge all day long since morning because of your constant backtalk. the snarky little remarks. the murmurs you’d say that he wouldn’t hear just to rile him up even more.

john tries to talk the brattiness out of you, but unfortunately for him, he might have to do it the hard way.

he had just come back from work when you immediately bombarded him with your attitude. still dressed in his work attire and you in your pajamas, john thinks this is the perfect time to strike.

as he stands in front of you in the living room, your mouth immediately snaps shut when a large hand comes slapping your cheek. it’s not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get some senses in your brain and tell yourself that you’re absolutely fucked.

literally.

a yelp leaves your mouth as you touch the spot he slapped, but when you look at him, he’s staring straight back at you challengingly.

“got any more to say, brat?”

your lips wobble. it’s not always mean john comes to play, but when he does, it scares the living shit out of you. not only because he’s mean MEAN, but also because that means there’s a 99% chance that you won’t be able to sit properly for weeks.

“d-daddy–”

“now you want daddy?” he mocks, then gripping your jaw with one hand and forces you to look at him. “daddy has been real patient with his little girl all day long, but you just won’t fucking listen to a word daddy says, don’t you?”

you’re half scared, half horny. john is fucking seething. he must be so pissed at you that he even cussed.

“d-daddy, ow, you’re hurting me–” you try to move away from his grip, but that only leads you to being slammed against the wall as john forcefully pulls your pants down along with your panties, revealing your wet cunny that’s already dripping from this whole thing. “d-daddy–”

“this must be what you fucking wanted then. for daddy to be pissed at you.” he roughly unbuckles his belt and pulls his already hard cock out, not giving you enough time to comprehend what’s truly happening when he’s already pushing his fat cock inside your little pussy, stretching it open and making you scream. “now you’re crying, can’t form a single fucking word. what happened to that bratty little girl earlier that won’t stop running her mouth, hm? you got anything to say?”

your legs are wrapped around his waist as you sob hysterically on his shoulder, ruining his perfectly good black suit. your shared wetness is dripping down the floor as his heavy balls slap against your ass.

you clench around his dick, babbling incoherent pleas for him to slow down, but all you receive is another slap on the cheek.

“shut your mouth and take it. don’t make me shove my cock so far down your throat you wouldn’t be able to speak for weeks.”

[neverwednesday]

anyways so my take on wednesday is that she is a tribred, gomez was a werewolf, morticia a witch-vampire, the kids are all like that. pugsley, pubert. it just so happens that wednesday is the most powerful of the three. pubert being second.

[ather55]

11:30 p.m

[bluewinnerangel]

Larrie Inktober Day 11: proud. Clean version here. My first digital drawing ever!? I don't have any tools that would make drawing digitally doable so this is done on my phone with a binder clip asddfdsa. (and I can hear you thinking why yes well because I couldn't find anything else that would register touch and I couldn't exactly see what I was doing using my fingers) Inktober taking me places man.

[queersturbate]

do you guys think Light watched high school musical and/or shrek?

[wehelddarkness]

x

[colorisbyshe]

i feel like people seeing the naruto with a gun fortnite content and saying “naruto would be over so fast it they just had guns” haven’t actually consumed any naruto content

becaues these fuckers were throwing jutsu that were practically bombs at each other 24/7, blowing fucking limbs off each other, and then just walking away and you think a BULLET is gonna take them out????

the speed, the size, the strength of a bullet has fucking nothing on late stage naruto jutsu

so just enjoy the fact that you haven’t watched naruto and stop rubbing it in our faces by trying to comment on naruto battle strategy

[permian-tropos]

is the sand pest called so because, aside from it being a game in a sandbox, sand represents time (ie. an hourglass?) and time is the real scourge? the ultimate cause of death of all things? is time the true “sand pest” 

[rhyolight]

blood

Tim/Masky: You can’t go to the party leaking blood!

Toby: Oh yeah? Watch me. 

[right-on-the-money]

your vibes are very similar to the ocean color palette

thank you :o another pretty palette,,,

[zimms]

written for @omgcpanniversaryweek day 2: friendship!

Ollie sits cross-legged on the kitchen floor in the dim light of the fridge, bowl of Frosties in one hand, spoon in the other. He's not usually a cereal kind of guy; he far prefers the dining hall's cooked breakfasts, but at 3am, it just hits different, okay.

The silence lays over him like a blanket, cozy and welcome, wrapping around him and keeping him company in the darkness, broken only by the crunch of frosted flakes.

He's so fucking scared for tomorrow. Like yeah, he's only a third line sophomore player on a team with Jack fucking Zimmermann, so it's not like he'll see that much game time, but it's still the NCAA final. It's still the biggest game that Ollie will ever play in his life, especially considering the fact that he isn't going to go pro like Holster, or Jack, or, heck, even Chowder, so yeah, he has a right to be terrified nervous about it.

Anyway, his parents are finally coming to watch one of his games and everything is absolutel-

The door to the student kitchen creaks open and Ollie's head snaps up to see who it is.

"Hey, Ol." Pacer steps into the room and Ollie feels his face involuntarily break into a grin in spite of his nerves. "Couldn't sleep either?"

Ollie looks down at the cereal bowl in his hands and back up at Pacer, whose face is glowing softly in the twilight. "Was it that obvious?" he asks.

"Maybe." Pacer's lips curl into a smirk and he reaches into the fridge to grab the milk. "But I mean I can't really say anything when I'm here to do the exact same thing."

Ollie can't really think of anything to say to that, so he doesn't, instead he just has another spoonful of Frosties as he watches Pacer pour his own bowl.

"D'you mind if I-" Pacer hovers awkwardly above him and Ollie can't gesture quickly enough for him to sit down next to him. He can't work out why his heart race has suddenly elevated with Pacer in such proximity, but he doesn't linger too long on it; if it's important, he's sure that non-sleep-deprived Ollie will figure it out.

Ollie swallows. "Yeah, go ahead, dude." He coughs up a flake that got caught in his throat; that must be why his throat felt so thick, right? Right? "'S free real estate."

Pacer musters a chuckle and the tension in the room splinters into a million pieces and suddenly the silence is just as comfortable as it was before.

It's nice.

(Ollie ignores the revelation in the back of his mind that there was tension to break in the first place.)

"So, what brings you to the kitchen at 3am? Y'know, aside from sleep deprivation."

"Oh, uh," Pacer says, rubbing the back of his neck, "it was my game day tradition back in high school. I used to get pretty nervous, so frosted flakes were one of the only things that I could eat without being sick, whilst also having some form of flavour, so it just sort of evolved from there."

Oh, that actually kind of made sense.

Or at least it did compared to Ollie's reason.

"What about you?"

"Oh." Ollie swallows his mouthful of flakes. "This is literally my first time. I couldn't get to sleep and had a weird craving for Frosties, so here I am." He makes a little tadah action with his hands before immediately regretting it. "It's pretty good though; I might need to do it more often."

"That's valid, dude." Pacer smiles across at him. "I mean, I'll always be in here on game nights, so if you wanted to make it a pre-game ritual, that would be cool."

"That would be nice," Ollie says, "but, it's your pre-game ritual."

"I don't mind sharing; it can be our pre-game ritual."

Oh.

Oh.

This is what being at home feels like: 3am in a dark kitchen, lit only by the fridge and Pacer's smile, eating frosted flakes together.

Ollie doesn't mind that as concept of home.

[isabellamswann]

i have a team assignment due tomorrow and one of the girls just responded today. girlie, it’s finished and we were emailing for literally a week. so....