#this is really weird

[moriitis]

Stalker!Toby Rogers x Fem!Reader PT.1

im only writing this bc its been in my head for days i might write more.....,,, also this is very very very inspired by YOU on Netflix and toby's mannerisms very much match joe goldbergs...!!! watch it, its amazing. this is in Toby's pov! [Y/N] -> your name minors DNI! tw// stalking, perversion, breaking and entering, murder, obsession, submissive shit.

[Y/N].. Oh, [Y/N]. Can you not see how perfect we would be for each other? We'd be cute as old people, right? I mean, you can see it? Because I can. But I'm getting ahead of myself, I mean fuck.. You don't even know I'm stood here in your room right now watching you sleep and I'm imaging us growing old together already? You'd be cute still, I'd still love you. I'll be honest [Y/N], I only came here tonight to end your life but.. nobody mentioned how beautiful you are! Toby's gaze glanced down to the floor beneath him.

Ok, you're a messy person, I get it [Y/N] but I'd seriously be perfect for you. I'd clean this mess while you get to sleep in another hour. Carefully, he stepped around the odd piles of your clothing that littered your wooden floor. He was quiet, a prey stalking his meal, eyes glued on your sleeping figure. His eyes trailed, your beautiful hair, the way some strands attached to your face. Your face twisted a little in your sleep as your stirred, causing the man to freeze. What are you dreaming of [Y/N]? I'd do anything to get inside that pretty, little head of yours. What is haunting you, disturbing your sleep? Your bed is so small but I just want to slip in beside you, comfort you. That's what lovers do after all. A moment passed and you were still, motionless as you slept the night away. It was safe and Toby let out a small trembled breath as his eyes trickled down to your hips. It was hard to suppress his tics as the excitement ravaged away at his very being. [Y/N], how could you know that you left your bathroom window open? That's okay, that's a morning problem but you know, I'd make sure it's always locked if we were together. So creeps don't get in.

My god, you are perfect. You wore such little clothing for me, right? Those shorts are doing nothing, [Y/N]. I mean, if they are gonna rile up so much, I might as well take them off for you, huh? There was an urge that nibbled away at Toby as his eyes undressed you in that bed, an urge to step closer, to reach out and feel the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips and just as he was about to take a step forward, he stopped and his gaze paused to a certain object to the floor. His brow raised, your dirty panties? It was hard to contain his smirk. [Y/N], [Y/N], [Y/N]... Well, I mean.. If we're going to go this far. Did you leave this for me? Toby leant down and let the fabric slip between his fingers as he picked it up. He caressed the article of clothing for a moment, silk, soft. His jaw tensed, like he was trying everything in his very being to control his feelings. There was no hesitation when Toby buried his nose into the fabric of your underwear, inhaling the sweet scent you left behind. His shoulders shuddered as he stifled a groan. There was a twitch that stirred in his own pants and he quickly used his other hand to grab hold of his cock, a desperate attempt to calm himself down which actually did the opposite. With a gentle groan, Toby noticed you squirm a little again and spun yourself around to now face him. [Y/N], do you know I'm here? You look so beautiful. This moment was too good, so in quick haste, Toby grabbed his phone and found himself slowly drop to his knees. His heart raced as his made his way toward you, admiring every feature upon your delicate face. Pulling up the camera, he aimed the lens toward your figure and began to snap some photos. Just a little something for later, hope you don't mind but partners take photos of one another sleeping all the time! Plus, I just want to remember how you look but then again, that won't be a problem considering I know where you live. A strand of your hair fell and dropped down in front of your face. Toby instinctively reached out but paused, his fingers lingering just in front of the strand. He wanted to sigh but contained it, squeezing his eyes in frustration. Too soon, [Y/N]. Can't let you know I'm here, but that's okay! I'll see you again.

i will write more i just really needed to get this out of my system

[blupeeblep]

Hey did you know your blog has the sensitive content warning?

Yeah, I've been told that, but I don't understand why it is. Do you have any ideas why it has this happening?

[broken-clover]

Feeling sort of nostalgic and I think I'm gonna clear my old copy of Tomodachi Life and restart from the beginning, but first I wanna see what shit I had left on there since it's been about five years since I've booted the thing up

Current findings

-About 90% of the Miis are Guilty Gear characters, not much of a surprise there

-For some reason I decided to use Millia for the game's obligatory starting character (that's supposed to be a representation of yourself)

-I used the music hall entirely for shitposts (and oh my god was my sense of humor even worse back then)

-Except for the one about Bridget escaping prison that one's a little funny (and maybe the one about Ram being a war criminal)

-Several (bad) songs done by Sin, Elphelt, Ram, Bedman and Bridget under the band name 'Baby Squad'

-Why did I make a song that's just Venom and Chipp making innuendos at each other

-I made a bunch of characters the opposite gender, presumably because you can't be gay in this and I wanted to hook certain characters up

-Numerous characters paired up and proceeded to get divorced, for some reason the only ones that stayed together were Dizzy and Ky and Jam and Potemkin (the latter of which actually had a kid together)

-Zappa is dressed like a train conductor and I think has the highest voice I could possible give him on the slider. He hurts to listen to.

-May and Slayer are best friends

-Testament is wearing a hamster suit

-The daily news was about Izuna locking himself in a public bathroom

-Faust's favorite food is grilled cheese

[crowley-for-president]

I just realized--

All the angels are God's children

And demons are fallen angels, which means they are God's children too,

So

Does it mean Crowley and Azi are brothers?

[cassie-is-trans]

Happy Halloween

[adios--toreador]

Why do people chew gum

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[lewis-fosdork]

the fact that that clip is looping is really weird

goosie can I pls take a lil bite out of your art js js like js a lil nibble pls

js a lil munch

pls

I promise it’ll be out of Jax art

pls

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[bearloonz]

I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[honeypleasejustkillme]

i thought i was at my lowest but holy shit it gets lower

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[ciderbird]

academic bias is so funny because you’ll be reading about the same historical event and one person is like “Despite the troubles that befell his homeland and near constant criticism of the court King Blorbo remained strong in the face of adversity” and the other one is like “after letting his people carry the brunt of his cringefail decisions Blorbo the Shitface refused to listen to any reason and continued to be a warmongering piece of shit. Also he was ugly.”