#speaking of phones

[kyistell]

May we please have some NY hc’s? 👁️👁️

*not forcing*

I am so sorry for this being literal DAYS late, things happen but I still feel bad, anyway I shall deliver as it is better late than never!!

Doesn’t like planes (feel like it obvious why)

Can figure skate, likes to do so for 30 minutes as a warm up before hockey

He has a lot of scars, pretty much all on his chest and arms though he does have a good few on his legs

Met Delaware when he visited Netherlands home for the first time, he continued to visit every weekend until Netherland had to leave

Actually likes Netherland, way better than England that’s for sure

He found out that there was a another New state when he found New Mexico going through his kitchen, he still doesn’t have a single idea how NM had gotten there and neither does NM

Friendship bracelets, specifically Loom (the rubber bands)

He has some problems with his own humanity because while yes he is a state personification, he also had parents and has grandparents, something that pretty much every state except for a few have,  swimming in the Hudson didn’t help at all seeing as now he’s all sorts of something

While he and Jersey seem attached at the hip, they actually don’t spend nearly as much time together as the other states thing, yeah they are slightly attached at the hip but they will go weeks without a single hello at times

Hates change, he went through so much of it as a child that he can’t stand it now

Spinny chair go brrrrr

“I’m not autistic, I just don’t like you”

He can’t really drive, like he has his license but is terrified to use it in his own state, he prefers public transport in the city rather than driving and always lets Jersey drive whenever they are in a car

He doesn’t like fireworks, they are pretty much way to loud for him to be okay

Used to have a pet duck

[badolmen]

They don’t even attempt to assassinate US politicians anymore. You notice that? Not since the anthrax scare back for… who was it, Barack? And even that… pathetic. This new generation has no respect for an honest hitman. I’m not sure this new generation has any honest hitman - you see that shit with Boeing? Sloppy, fucking disgraceful - you kill the whistleblowers before they get halfway to a lawsuit. What kind of fucking amateur is doing faked suicides the night before testimony? Goddamn greenhorns. Back in my day someone tried to shoot Ronald Reagan in broad daylight. There used to be bomb threats to Congress. I took out a few union leaders in the utilities sector myself. Today’s generation? Won’t even threaten to throw a punch - not even over on that - what’s it now, ‘X’? They got no guts. None! And they don’t even have poor impulse control to boot! Too much of that - that panopticon anxiety bullshit. “Oh what if I get a called out post???” People used to send the president letters full of bioweapons. In the mail! Today’s generation? Not a chance. All because of woke.

[st-dionysus]

Gang, I am looking for a photograph I know exists, but I can not find. It is a historic black and white photo of a group of butches/transmen with a sign that say's "Who says there are no boys in Chaigao" (I believe, in reference to the draft)

[fanofspooky]

Horror movies of the 2020s

(so far)

[suntails]

reality

[allthegothihopgirls]

damian gets his first phone and the other batkids try their HARDEST to not let him have their personal numbers (except for dick), because damian's an AWFUL texter and doesn't understand emojis or slang + always insists on correct grammar. (he WILL critique the kids who have autocaps off)

however dick has been teaching him the long ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡ type emoticons and put shortcuts in his keyboard for them. he's also been learning about reaction images, which he has not once yet used correctly. all of this is even more incentive for the kids to hide their numbers from him.

his new developments have even made their way into his bat-cell (for patrolling + missions). he'll be patrolling with dick, and they're on a quick food break. tim will message to ask where they are, and instead of telling him, damian sends back a "( ◑‿◑)ɔ┏🍟--🍔┑٩(^◡^ )"

it becomes a bribe for the other boys: "if you do ____, i'll give damian your number". although they do all cave eventually, and learn to deal with it.

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 1

Eddie really is just that nice and friendly, but Steve is convinced that Eddie is flirting with him. He’s flirting back, less confident and more subtle than he usually would, but he’s never liked a guy that way.

Not in a way that made him really want to spend every waking moment just hearing them ramble. Not in way that made Steve want to keep him the way he wants to keep Eddie. Everything is so new. It feels, delicate. Precious.

His heartbeat quickens each time Eddie leans into his space and it’s been happening all the time now that Steve worries he’ll develop a heart condition if he doesn’t deal with it soon. When Eddie laughs and leans his face closer to his own, looks into Steve’s eyes through those lashes in a way that Steve can’t help but take a quick glance at those lips curled is mischief.

He’s always so happy to see Steve, wasting no time in bouncing his way to greet him and pull him into the conversation with an arm slung around his shoulder. Then there’s the moments of shared glances when someone says something particularly astounding. And how Eddie will make his way into Steve’s space when they sit together, throwing his feet in his lap or leaning into his side.

Sure, Eddie is friendly but not to this extent. Not with everyone else. Steve feels it. Knows it. That electricity between them that makes this thing between them different. Special.

But one day (another that Steve spends trying to work up the courage to do something), they’re in the city shopping for music in an alternative store that’s tucked away. Steve is talking to Eddie, giddy and happy because it just them today, and Eddie is nodding along while he browses through the tapes and then,

Eddie looks up and stills, eyes widening just a bit. And Steve is still rambling along, but he can tell his words are just going through one ear and out the other. He trails of caught in the middle of his story because he’s never seen this look on Eddie face.

Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, eyes alight caught in wonder and soft as he looks at something across the room and when Steve turns to see what caught his eye—

A guy stands a couple tables away looking at some vinyl and shyly smiling at Eddie in small glances. He’s a bit taller than them, dressed in black with a couple of piercings decorating his face, the sides of his head shaved short. Attractive, dementor coy and kind.

His heart skips a beat again, but it feels different this time.

Steve looks back at Eddie whose cheeks are slightly dusted in pink.

“Eddie-“

Eddie takes his lower lip between his teeth before smiling back at the guy and continuing without casting a second glance at Steve, “yeah, uh, give me a second, okay?” And he’s crossing the room without waiting for a response.

His chest. It feels…

Like those few seconds before plummeting down a rollercoaster… when your way up high, at the very top, the moment still with the anticipation of the fall, and there’s nowhere else to look but down.

You finally plummet and caught in the whiplash thinking you must have left your heart back at the top.

There’s static there on the bottoms of his feet and at the palm of his hands. The world goes a bit distant as he watches them.

Eddie’s leaning against the wall with a sultry smile adorning whatever sweet words he’s speaking.

Steve’s drowning in the honey, it’s palpable. doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that he can’t hear the words.

Eddie’s fiddling with a curl that’s draped over his shoulder, pulling it slightly over his face like a young school girl.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie appear anything but confident and loud; the image of the person in front of him is foreign, strange.

Eddie’s speaking to him but his eyes are locked on the guy’s lips that are wet from the tongue that peaks to briefly lick them as he listens.

Eddie’s shoe is nudging the guys own, as he talks, playful.

Oh.

Oh.

Mouth dry, Steve’s throat clicks.

It’s hard to swallow.

Part 2

[calware]

i think kanaya would send her friends the funniest snaps ever with the most deadpan delivery ever. she uses space aspect powers to do this btw

[spidehpig]

my fever induced thoughts about bird is horny & ovulating x mean bastard ghost

mostly just rambling, didn’t check for coherency or grammar. i’ve been plagued by these thoughts and just had to get them out sorry.

ghost x reader

mean bastard ghost with a bird who’s been so needy and clingy all day long. he’s not really sure what’s got her panting and gagging for his cock like a whore, must be a cycle thing. either way he doesn’t mind, in fact he finds it amusing. he’s so used to just indulging himself, parting her thighs with his meaty hands and swiping his tongue along her folds as her little squeals and protests fall on deaf ears.

it’s not everyday that he’s the one to wake up to her trying to take what she needs from him. her pretty moans shaking away the last tendrils of sleep from him as the wet cotton of her panties rut against his thigh and her other hand gropes at his cock straining against his boxers. he has half a mind to push the greedy brat onto her belly and just mount her right there. but this unashamed desperation radiating from his bird is a rarity he’ll indulge in.

he feels a little sick satisfaction when her sweet moans break off into a frustrated little cries as his fist clamps around her waist, halting the desperate little grind of her hips. ignores her begging and pleading as he slips from the sheets. leaves her aching and wanting as she trails into the shower after him with a cute little pout.

keeps his face stoic as he pinches and flicks at her swollen nipples, his other hand pawing at her ass. working her up into a frenzy again, makes sure she can feel his heavy cock throb against her thigh as he cups her dripping cunt. thick fingers bullying their way between her lips under the guise of washing her clean. likes the way she shivers and bucks against him when his knuckle brushes across her clit. he quickly twists the rusty shower handle when she reaches for his cock again and huffs out a raspy laugh when she squawks at him as the shower water turns to ice. doesn’t look back as he steps out and tosses a towel at her.

maybe he shouldn’t punish his little bird’s confidence and needy demands. it’s not every day he wakes up to her wet and willing, so eager to milk his cock. but he has the time and patience today. maybe it’s boredom from such a long leave or maybe he’s just a bastard he thinks as he pulls her onto his lap later as he watches the game. fingers sneaking under the fabric of her tank top to pinch and twist at her nipples until she’s squirming in his lap searching for the friction of his hard cock. waits until she’s panting and whining again before pushing her off his lap a grunting at her to go fix dinner. gives his cock a couple of lazy tugs as she shoots him a dirty look and stumbles into the kitchen on unsteady legs.

later ducks his head under the kitchen doorframe to corner her against the counter to paw and grope at her pretty hips, feels the soft skin of her inner thighs are still slick. pulls back the second she sighs and arches back against him. he ignores the way she glares at him across the table as he shovels the dinner she made him into his mouth. and just to be a prick, finishes his game after dinner while she angrily slams the dirty dishes around in the kitchen.

waits until she’s finished until he prowls off into the bedroom and lights a cigarette as he settles against the pillows. sprawled out across the center of the bed, he finally shoves the waistband of his sweats under his balls to let his heavy cock spring free. precum already leaking onto his thigh as he barks at his bird to come take care of this.

can’t help but smirk as she hesitates in the doorway. unsure if this is just another one of his cruel tricks after he had spent all day teasing her. fists his cock and tells her to come take what she needs. almost barks out a laugh as her eyes widen and she quickly wiggles out of her panties and scrambles up onto the bed. licks his lips when he gets a glimpse of her already glistening cunt as she crawls up over his hulking body. has half a mind to stub his smoke out and sit her over his hungry mouth. instead he takes another drag as her thighs stretch wide on either side of his thick waist to hump her slick cunt along the underside of his cock.

he makes no move to touch her as she ruts and humps against his cock, the bed already creaking with her frantic movements. only pausing to grit his teeth as the tip of his cock catches on her warm hole as she rocks backwards again. lights up another smoke as she leans back onto her haunches to bury two fingers into her cunt when it becomes apparent he won’t be doing anything to help satiate her needs. pupils blown as he watches her sloppy cunt swallow her little fingers. not at all enough to prep her for his cock.

she doesn’t seem to care as she lurches forward and her nails dig into the fat of his chest as she rises up onto her knees, reaching back as she pathetically tries to line his leaking cock up with her cunt. her little grunts of frustration are music to his ears as she struggles to catch the tip on her hole again. movements faltering and sputtering a little when he blows smoke in her face. sweat glistening along her brow when she glares at him and finally manages to sink down a few inches.

his eyes roll back with how tight she is, half expects her to stop and beg him to finger her open. instead she grunts in pain and tries to bounce and wiggle her way down onto his prick. barely any leverage with the way she’s already risen so far up onto her knees just to straddle his thick waist, the cushioned mattress does nothing to ease her struggle. and fuck, watching her buck and bounce just to bully his fat cock into her greedy cunt is tearing at the remains of his control.

it’s not until her walls finally relax and she sinks down onto his cock with a yowl that he finally acknowledges her. cooing and taunting her for being such a needy slag, drooling over his cock all day long. watches the way a sob wracks through her body as her hands grip at the fat of his stomach trying to get some leverage to push herself up on his cock. barely manages to rise up a few inches before she’s letting out a frustrated sob and instead just grinds back and forth on his lap with his cock buried in her cunt, so pathetic.

she yelps when he slaps her tit and growls at her to ride him proper. sniveling after his cock all day long and she can’t even take it right? he decides he’ll let her whine and mewl and beg him to just take her as she grinds on top him. she can’t even take what she needs. maybe when she finally collapses from exhaustion will he flip her over and breed her pretty cunt. seems like he’s the only one that can give her what she needs after all.

[gojonanami]

there’s something about gojo from the shinjuku showdown arc that is so special to me—

[perilouspage]

*voice trembling* im so fucking normal right now

[wigglebox]

Supernatural September - Day 4 | Glitch

Canonically, Dean never said Cas’ name after the fake phone call in 15.19. Canonically, while Bobby said Cas “Helped” revamp Heaven into a Heaven that Dean “deserved,” Cas never showed up. Canonically, Dean left that heaven, which contained his family, to go “find family.”

There is a glitch that is Cas-shaped, and Dean knows it.

[willwoodwithadditionalgrapejuice]

for more information please dial (248) 434-5508 😇

i was bored at work so, KAYNE SELLING COCAINE COKAYNE!!

Text:

“IF YOU EXPERIENCE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:

Saddness, blindess, back pain, terminal illness, cancer, autism, dyslexia, left-hand-syndrome, regret, happiness, depression, fatigue, foggy memory, derealization, depersonalization, dehydration, headaches, fever, flu, the plague, irritation, lack of memories, too many memories, fear, lost of self, madness, madness, madness, madness, madness, madness, madness, madness, arthur-itis, haha get it?,madness, madness, madness, lost sense of time, euphoria, pain, nostalgia, deja vu, boredom, not enough bones, too many bones, just the right amount of bones, no head, <- (get your mind out of the gutter), no synpathy, too much sympathy, british, mania, dysphoria, orphan-Syndrome, alcholism, christianity, atheism, no face, believing in a smiling god, beliefs, morals, steven johnson syndrome, ADHD, OCD, DID, ABC, humanity, sadism, no insurance :(, owning a car, having a hairless cat, gay thoughts, (gay), intrusive thoughts, no thoughts, too many thoughts.

THEN CONSIDER COKAYNE! THE FUTURE OF MEDICNE!!!”

[clarity2electricboogaloo]

The outsiders as things my friends & family (and me) have said/done:

Soda accidentally adding a shit ton of salt to rice while he’s cooking

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*a mosquito flying around in the kitchen*

Soda: thats my best friend, his name is Leroy

Darry: well I’m gonna fucking kill Leroy

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Pony: what’s exercise

Cherry: exorcism!

Pony: yayy!

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Johnny: is humans edible

Pony: yes. Anything is edible—

Dallas: no. Well only the British.

Pony: ……..anything is edible if you try hard enough

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Pony sticking a sticker from an apple onto Darry’s back and him barely noticing it like 8 hours later

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Dallas: fuck off

Two bit: fuck you!

Johnny: you’re gonna fuck him???

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Soda: why you changing with the door OPENNN??

Pony: I WAS JUST ABOUT TO CLOSE IT—

Soda: GOBLINNN

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Younger soda: *spits out tooth*

Younger pony: wHAT 😨😨

Younger soda: BAHAHHAAH

Younger pony: *starts laughing so hard he starts coughing*

Younger soda: I TOLD YOU SWISHING WATER HELPS ME GET A TOOTH OUT

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Darry: mY LORD IM GONNA KILL SANTA

—

Darry: I HOPE SANTA KILLS YOU TOO

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Cherry: All I’ve ever wanted-

Marcia: All I want for Christmas is you

Cherry: …

Cherry: All I’ve ever wanted is some big shorts-

Bev: All I want is love that lasts

Cherry: -like down to here

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Two bit: who you talking to?!

Pony: discord-

Two bit: FRESHAVOCADO

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Johnny: guys I don’t like Taylor swift

Cherry: and Taylor swift doesn’t like you

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Darry: I threatened to throw my little brother over the border today which was fun

(I hc the Curtis brothers as Mexican)

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Dally: hah short

Pony: I will bite ur ankles and steal your kneecaps

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*two bit pointing out sign that says “topping is harmful to trees*

Dallas: good thing I’m a bottom!

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Darry: both of u left me w a kid on my own

The Curtis parents: mb gang 😔😔

(Ignore the fact there’s two kids)

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Soda in June: I forgot I got you this

Pony, who is not out to anyone yet: lol what?

Soda: it’s a rainbow ikea bag :DD

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Johnny right, pony left

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Darry: why the hell is everything in spanish?

Pony: ¿tú no hablas español?

Darry: shut your damn mouth

(Mexican Curtis bros are real guys trust)

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*pony going to take a shower*

Pony: no ones in here right?

Darry: ahh, just George

Pony: George Washington?

Darry: yeah, his ghost

———

*darry burns himself*

Darry: MOTHER FUCK- OW

Soda: did you call me?

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Pony right, two bit left

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Soda right, pony left

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Pony screenshotting all the gay translations in his Duolingo lessons

That’s all. These take a while to store up jeez

[the-mother-of-lions]

Watching the skypiea arc rn

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 217

Babies can die if they don’t have enough physical contact. This is something that is known, but Talia does not have time to spend with her twins, and it’s not like she carried them thanks to the false Lazarus womb, so she didn’t even have that excuse to use. 

What she did have, was a near braindead teen who could be taught things through muscle memory. 

Which is how Jason ended up caring for a pair of toddlers between any training, even after his dip in the Pit. Well, he cared for them until he left for Gotham, to enact his plans, even if he continued to call them every week. 

But that wasn’t enough for little Damian and Danyal.

Where had their caretaker gone? Away from them? Where is Baba? Across the sea? Unacceptable. They will not stand for this! 

Which in turn, is how Jason discovers his the twins outside his safehouse window, having somehow made it to Gotham on their own- what the fuck, kids!?