#weird 3am texts

[jouyato]

star-crossed..... or one might say, missile-crossed lovers

pose based off of this lol. my brain was like "brrrr burda dying in the missile" "and they were colleagues"

[glitzybunny]

New profile picture just dropped!! >:DDD

Made it flippable, I think it's pretty neat if I do say so myself~

[someflareoutwithlove]

@crankbaby Continued from [here]

[TEXT]: Like all da ocean? Thatd be wild. But wine aint even dat good.

[TEXT]: Its 3 in da morning how high do u think I am?

[tweakbroz]

day 4 of no art tablet . these dudes are legitimately so funny because it was literally THEIR music video and they chose to be a group of 3 losers that can’t talk to women.

this was my reference ex oh ex oh

[honeysuckle-venom]

Fuck. I miss my mother. It's been months since I've missed my mother. We've barely spoken in months and it's been great for me. I haven't cared, haven't missed her, have barely thought about her and whenever I did there were pretty much no feelings attached, and it was amazing. But now I'm crying because I miss her for no good reason at all.

Well, I guess maybe there's a reason. I was reading a story that had a really sad part about a character leaving their parents, and that's what made me start crying. And earlier today my dad showed me some pictures my mom had sent him that she wanted me to look at. Pictures of the latest doll she made. Part of me still cannot fucking believe my mother actually makes dolls these days, what kind of horror movie symbolic hell do I fucking live in. If it were fiction the metaphor would be too heavy handed. Also, fun fact, you know the Spectrum wifi passwords that are always in the format of adjectivenoun123? Well my mom's premade Spectrum wifi password is fucking woodendoll with some numbers after. WOODEN DOLL. This is the sort of shit that makes me feel like my life isn't real and the universe has been purposefully designed to fuck with me. Anyway, I looked at pictures of her latest doll today. And I think that probably woke up some feelings.

I just...I miss her. I want her to hug me. I want her to sing to me and pet my hair. I want I want I want. Except I don't really want those things, and I know if I had them I'd feel repulsed. But still. All I can think about is how much I want her arms around me. This sucks.

[girlmikeyway]

Rearranging the Violent Things Track Listing

So Violent Things actually has two different tracklists: the one on Bandcamp, and the one that appears on streaming platforms like Spotify and Apple Music. However, I'm not satisfied with either of them, so here we go (thanks @clusterhugmp3 for partially inspiring me to do this after seeing your Razzmatazz track rearrangement)

My take on Violent Things' track order is as follows:

Better Than Me

Love At First Sight

Second Boys Will Be First Choice

Le Velo Pour Deux

If You Like It Or Not

Small Cuts

All Of The Drugs

Bike Ride

Visitation Of The Ghost

I Will, Tonight

The Nerve

Goodnight Socialite

Boring

Better Than Me - It's a banger. It's a little louder, it's fun, it sticks in your head and takes you right into the album without hitting you too hard right off the bat with the seriousness of some of it. The slightly extended instrumentals also help set up a good expectation for the sound of the record. It's just a great first impression, and when I send my friends an introductory song for them to try listening to The Brobecks it's usually this one

Love At First Sight - This had to be the second or third song at the very least, in my opinion. It's a standout on the album in terms of both its acoustic sound and lighter themes, and the record title itself is taken from it. It deserves this place. One of my goals for this track listing was also to somewhat balance the faster/quieter and lighter/darker songs, so this feels like a strong followup

Second Boys Will Be First Choice - Picking up the pace again after First Sight with a quicker song, and I think it ties well into the themes of both prior songs. Don't have as much to say about this one, except that I also think it aids in establishing the 'voice' of the album too seeing as its lyrics are in a dramatic narrative style. Also links back to later songs in a similar line to come

Le Velo Pour Deux + If You Like It Or Not - Two songs that I think are well-paired together in lyrics and sound, and here kind of round out the first 'act' of the album (I'm always thinking of things in terms of narrative structure. Sorry). If You Like It Or Not in particular feels like a good transition sonically to the next third of the album

Small Cuts, All Of The Drugs, and Bike Ride - The first third of the album contained relatively lighter or positive relationship-based songs, but here we start seeing some of the darker tracks on Violent Things. Small Cuts is a strong introduction, while All Of The Drugs and Bike Ride help expand on these new themes while offering variety in sound and pace. I kept the latter two together to preserve the sound transition between the two tracks, which you can find on the original Bandcamp listing of Violent Things

Visitation Of The Ghost - The conclusion to the middle of the album with a very standout, dramatic song. I also wanted to give it some distance from tracks like Better Than Me, Love At First Sight, Second Boys, and Goodnight Socialite, as all five in my head are the songs which would be singles if Violent Things had been an album structured/released that way. As it is here I think it's in a memorable place and once again is a good track to bridge the second and third acts

I Will, Tonight + The Nerve - The last section of Violent Things is a heavy one. I Will, Tonight serves as the final thematic and sonic breather before the rest of the album goes even harder, though it keeps that thread of darkness so as not to break the established pattern from the second act. The Nerve begins to ramp up the intensity carried over from Visitation. It's a relationship-centric song which helps connect the first third of Violent Things to this one, but the emotion is high and an excellent buildup to the last two songs

Goodnight Socialite - This song to me has always been the narrative finale of Violent Things, regardless of where it was placed in prior track listings. It drives home the darkness many of the other songs have had, and continues and uses the spite and anger touched upon in prior tracks. It also parallels the more directly narrative lyrics of Second Boys toward the beginning, sewing the album's story together nicely. This is just such a dramatic flourish of a song and ensures Violent Things doesn't fizzle out toward the end but rather goes out with a bang

Boring - Both existing track listings leave Boring as the final song, and I agree with this choice. It starts out as a more stripped down track, which marks a moment to process the intensity of Goodnight Socialite, but as the song goes on it builds and builds until the sound and emotion is crushing, larger-than-life the way some other songs before have been. It's not only a potential sequel to the pov character of Goodnight Socialite, but I also think it's fascinating as in my opinion it's the most universally relatable song on all of Violent Things. That stronger connection to world of the listener is really a nice bookend to leave off with. Through the progression of the outro especially, reality bleeds back into the fiction, and the song becomes a sendoff.

I hope this all made sense, and that you enjoyed reading!

[breadboylovin]

man... every day I ponder more and more about whether I've got some ND fuckery going on in my brain. And like I guess it doesn't matter whether I find out or not bc I'll be acting the same either way. But like it does feel weird not knowing if my brain would be considered "normal"

Like I feel like I don't act very "normal" about things I'm interested in (hivemind right now and the lost boys 2 years ago). But then there's interests of mine that I do act relatively "normal" about like biology and art and such. And then with like tlb 2 years ago I was obsessed and then BOOM it just stopped outta nowhere. I feel like I'm just describing an adhd hyperfixation at this point but I haven't been diagnosed with jack shit so I'm. Oughhh

At the end of the day I am just me I guess... can't really change what's going on up there. Whatever

[gayjunebug]

my brain on pms is such a funny entity, looking at this creature like what the fuck are you doing

[voxxisms]

❛ easiest way to know is by experience. however, i will say, it's all about positioning && tenacity. besides, my tongue? it's been about a foot long at it's longest that i've ever tried for, so. do with that what you will. ❜

the wall.

[zakziki]

Hhh

[zeawesomebirdie]

Girl help, it's now morning and I'm still fixating on this ship in a fandom I'm not even in, I still do not actually go here and I genuinely don't know how exactly I got here, but I'm having the time of my life

[hackedmotionsensors]

Welcome Aoi!!!

So....my recommendation is to not...right before you're going to sleep at 2am to take an extra two hours to draw out a comic and then decide to sloppily color it bc it will come out....really sloppy LOL I'M SORRY!! I might come back later and touch this up but for now just bear with it lol

I'll write the text out if you can't read it.

BUT! Its the same Omegaverse world that Lime and Lemon are from.

I just wanted them to have one more, a girl, and she has blue hair like her great grandmother (potentially) and her great granduncle (I KEEP MESSING THIS UP LOL but yes Great Grand-Uncle) but I wanted Sanji to be a little startled by it (at first obvs. emotions are high. he just pushed a new person out of him) bc 1) he has no idea that anyone in Zoro's family has blue hair 2) since she's neither green nor yellow then the blue is startling bc what if the Germa expiraments made it through him and came out in his children NOT HIS BABY!!!!!!!!!!

But its fine and they have a laugh and all is good.

LOL ALSO LIKE. I forgot the implications that Sanji might have cheated or Zoro would think that but its fucking omegaverse lol Where's he gonna go? Zoro knows what he did. Multiple times. Like damn.

ALSO ALSO LIKE.....lol I know Zoro would KNOW Sanji has brothers bc they'd been mentioned but he never met them so he probably doesn't know their names.

Script! ⤵️

Shimotsuki Midwife: " Congratulations Blackleg-san! You have a beautiful little girl"

SanjI: "Ahh finally <3 A girl" *sob sob*

Sanji: "Oh no her hair!"

Zoro: "What's wrong?"

Sanji: *wobbly voice* "Why...Why! Why is her hair blue!? I don't want her to be like Niji! Like ANY of them!!"

Zoro: "Oh Blue? My dad and Grandma had blue hair. (My mom was green) Supposedly my Grand Uncle too but I never met him."

Sanji: "Oh........"

Sanji: "You have a dad? Thats so weird. I figured they scraped you off a wet tree"

Zoro: "Shaddap"

Zoro:"Hey who the hell is Niji?"

Nami: "Are you actually stupid!?"

Luffy running down the hall: SAAAAAANNNJIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Shimotsuki Midwife: What a lively family

Sorry this was so long LMAO Don't do a art at 3am. Go to fucking sleep LMAO

[nobodyputsbabyinacorner]

I exist against my will and one day I shall find the god that made it so and fuck them up

[casdeans-pie]

So it's like this: Dean gets out of bed one night to go have a pee at 3am and he's actually still half asleep when he shuffles back into the room (because there are no more monsters to hunt and he doesn't have to be alert like a feral cat anymore) but when he gets to the doorway there's a lamp on and Cas is sitting up in their bed. The lamplight is warm and inviting and the bedsheet has slipped off of Cas's bare chest and his frowny concentrating face is lit up by his phone, and Dean knows He Just Knows that Cas is playing that weird little farming mobile game that he's addicted to where he's constantly worried about harvesting his crops and feeding his cows. And it just hits Dean full in the chest that it's 3am and there are no more monsters and this is their bed and their room and their lamp and Cas is here playing his silly mobile games with the same expression he gave to reading ancient texts waiting for Dean to come back from his mid-night pee.

He gets to have this. He loves him.

Dean doesn't even realise he's crying until the image of Cas gets too blurry with tears to see anymore and he misses him and he has to roughly rub his eyes to clear them and when he looks back Cas has put the phone down and he's holding his arms open.

Dean launches himself into them.

[mattybsgroupie]

sleepover | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); thigh riding (f); p in v; creampie; mommy kink; sub!matt

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notes: i wrote two dom!matt fics in a row i do not recognize myself. back to the sub!matt agenda, somebody has got to do it, i am the chosen one!!! (please it’s a trump meme) this is a silly little one i wrote cuz i’ve been dreaming some weird things these last few days and i’d very much like to fuck matt afterwards. not proofread but hope you enjoy it. always so thankful for every like, comment, reblog and follow, love y’all sm ♡ btw next week i might post a chris request i got idkkk

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i woke up out of breath, sweat dripping from my forehead as i tried to calm down. it was a nightmare - a terrible one, where i no longer had matt and no matter how much i’d scream, my voice wouldn’t come out. my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up the ceiling and part of my room. it was 3am.

i reached for the nightstand, first taking a sip of water and then grabbing my cellphone, checking my notifications. i had one missed call from matt and two other messages, which only read “babe, you up?”

i felt as the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders, my chest gradually lowering as i got more relaxed. i smiled and speed dialed the first number on my list.

“why are you awake!” matt picked up in a surprised tone, not really waiting for my answer. “i just texted you, did you feel it coming or something?” he giggled.

“hi, babe” i said, my voice still shaky. “i just woke up, actually”

“what happened?” matt asked me once again, clearly concerned as he heard how i sounded. i gulped and gave a few taps on my chest as i rested my back on the headboard. “what is it, hm? bad dream?”

“uhum” i nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. he knew i’d soon be curled up between the sheets, trying to fall asleep again. “what about you babe? can't sleep?” i asked, already knowing the response.

matt sighed and i could picture him running his fingers through his hair, trying to not upset me “anxious”.

“i’m sorry to hear that, matty” i pouted from the other side of the screen. “do you wanna facetime?” i suggested what we had done plenty of times. we’d be facing each other, talking nonsense until one of us fall asleep - of course, when things didn’t take a turn to either matt’s or my own horniness.

“actually… was thinking about coming over” i smiled, but he couldn’t see it. he always made me feel like a teenage girl, changing the reason of my nervousness to something silly, like him coming over.

“no way, you’re not getting the road right now” i said, playing hard to get.

“what?” matt sounded confused. “why not?!”

“it’s late and i worry about you” i responded. “don’t you have something schedule for tomorrow?”

“i don’t give a fuck” matt said, “i wanna be with you right now, do you wanna be with me?” i nodded and as if he could see me from there, he continued. “please, mommy?”

“i’m waiting!” i jokingly hang up on him after gasping by the nickname, as if it was too bold of him to call me that.

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i heard three knocks on my bedroom door and didn’t bother getting up. i rolled myself on the bed, waiting for him to join me.

“did i take too long?” matt asked, biggest smile on his face. he locked the door and quickly came next to me, lying down by my side.

“yeah, you know mommy doesn’t like to wait” matt widened his eyes, gulping at my words, realizing what he had done over the phone.

“i just said that so you could let me come over” he said, acting tough as he rolled his eyes before resting his head above my chest, snuggling into me.

“oh, that’s too bad” i pouted, my fingers running through his hair. “you got me all worked up…”

matt quickly raised his head, blue eyes staring at me in surprise, grin growing on his face. “did i? really?”

“of course, my good boy always gets me going” i teased, matt’s cheeks turning red. “why? you came here to sleep?”

“i mean” he started, grabbing my waist, turning my body over and changing our positions. he was now under me, his hands resting on my hips while i adjusted myself in order to get comfortable on his lap. “not anymore”.

matt leaned in for a kiss, holding the back of my head and bringing us closer. i could feel his beard slightly tickling my face as he deepened the pressure of his lips against mine, silently asking to go further by sticking his tongue and teasing me. i opened my mouth and matt’s tongue quickly slid in, the wet sounds taking over my darkened room.

one of matt's hand moved to my breasts, massaging it over the shirt. i gasped for the sudden contact, pulling away from the kiss, which led him to go to my neck instead. he trailed his lips down, altering between biting and licking my skin. my hands went to his hair once again, tangling my fingers on his curls.

matt lowered his head and stopped right above my nipple before looking at me with needy puppy eyes. i nodded vigorously, but instead of removing my shirt, matt hid his face underneath it, streching the cloth in order to fit inside. i felt his wet tongue teasing my nub and since i could no longer pull his hair, i rested my hands on his bare thighs. as matt started to swril his tongue, i threw my head back and couldn't help but start to move my hips forward, trying to get some friction to my already wet pussy.

i let out a moan when his free went to my other boob, his thumb circling the hardened nub that poked through the shirt. i wanted to look at him - wanted to see how his beard looked like rubbing against my skin, which color the hickeys he left would be, how much would the saliva run down my torso.

with my eyes closed and feeling matt sucking my tits, i tried to touch the hem of my shirt in order to remove it, i couldn't stand one more second without looking at his eyes again - however, my palm met something harder, covered by a soft fabric. i groped his shaft and received a muffled moan from matt, still busy in my tits. now with my eyes open i could finally take my clothes off, revealing matt with his messy hair, beard wet from rubbing his face against his own kisses, lips swollen.

“look at me baby” i called and carressed his cheek, “you said you wanted to sleepover and now look at you, already a mess for mommy...”

“i'm s-sorry, mommy” he started, “can't help it, you taste so good”.

“yeah? did you miss me?” i teased, starting to drag myself over his thigh once again. “we saw each other two days ago”

“it's too much” matt complained, hands going to my hips, helping me set a proper pace. “needy again”, he glanced at tent on his shorts, where my palm rested.

“is mommy's baby needy?” i almost mocked him and he nodded pathetically, but still not letting me take full control as he started to pump his legs' muscles, making my pussy clench. i opened my mouth, but nothing came out of it. matt's grip tighetned and he forced my body down, completely leading my movements.

“mommy seems needy as well” matt spoke, smashing his lips against mine. i let out a frustrated whine, wanting to feel more - i needed him inside of me. “aren't you?”

“yes- fuck” i said, trying to come back to my senses regain control of the situation “babe, be a good boy for me hm?"”

when i finally stroked matt's boner, his hands rapdly went to my ass, both palms groping it harshly as i entered inside his pants. i wrapped my fingers around his aching cock, and being the good boy he was, matt lifted up his hips, allowing me to pull down his shorts and reveal his hardened dick. he touched my waistband in response, silently asking if he could do the same to me. i mimicked his moves, letting the fabric slide down my legs.

“thought i had told you to not wear panties to bed” he said, pulling the strings of my underwear. “isn't mommy supposed to be good as well?” matt was driving me crazy with all the teasing.

i suddenly started to move my fist up and down, quickly jerking him off. matt was used with me starting slow and building up his excitement until he climaxed. but tonight, it didn't seem like he wanted to be treated kindly. matt threw his head back and closed his eyes, groaning loudly “f-fuck!”

i brushed my thumb over his tip, matt’s body immediately reacting, jointing his hips forward into my fist. i dragged my finger on his slit as matt’s nails dig into my skin, spreading the pre-cum down his shaft. his breathing got heavier, chest rising and falling quickly while he bit every inch of skin he could reach.

“not talking back anymore?” i asked, gradually stopping my motions, receiving a groan in response.

“mommy, don’t be mean” he pleaded as his sneaky fingers made their way to my entrance, pulling my panties to the side. he kissed my neck, making my eyes roll as i melted into his touch.

“matthew” i caught his attention since i didn’t really use his full name often. “stopping teasing so fucking much and just fucking say it”. he widened his eyes before letting the grin grow wide on his face.

“please, please, please” he said, “ride me, momma”i immediately got out of his thigh, adjusting myself to be in between his legs. i could feel matt’s cock being lazily dragged against my now bare pussy, panties removed as soon as i got up.

i lowered myself on his shaft, nearing my throbbing cunt to his leaking tip. both of my hands went to matt’s shoulders, looking for balance as his grabbed my hips, helping me fully sit on his length. matt’s dick was huge, stretching my walls as he hid his face on the crook of my neck, tickling beard making me giggle as i tried to adjust myself to his size.

“wasn’t so hard, was it?” i asked, getting comfortable to move my hips up. as i started riding, matt wouldn’t say a word, only muffling moans in my ear. he denied with his head, whining as i fastened my pace.

“c-close” he said, gripping tighter. “mommy- fuck”

“hold for me baby” i spoke, already out of breath, bouncing harder on his dick. matt decided to stick his face on my boobs and dragged his tongue along my skin, biting my nipple and holding me by my waist, jointing his hips forward in order to reach his high quicker.

“yes baby, just like that” i praised, matt now pounding mindlessly into me. “good boy, good boy” and that’s what took for him to snap, groaning loudly as his cock twitched and he released the knot on his lower belly, spurts of his warm cum filling my insides.

his spasms brought me closer to the edge, but i wouldn’t stop riding him. i kept on bouncing on his cock, now in search of my own climax. “mommy- mommy, fuck!” matt cried from the overstimulation. his whimpers got louder and so did my moans as my orgasm washed over me, mouth hanging open with my trembling body as i came over matt’s shaft.

i was too tired to remove myself, letting my weight fall over him. matt rolled us over, both of us laying in my bed. he turned to the side and pulled out, the mix of our realeases running down my legs and staining my sheets. matt let out a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his chest.

“should we sleep now?” i asked, running my fingers through his tummy.

“kid” he called, pointing to my bedroom widow. “the sun is already up” he spoke - as if this was gonna stop us from sleeping till noon. “but that’s why i came here, right? sleepover”

“of course, you’re always so clever” i rolled my eyes and giggled, allowing my body to relax next to his. i closed my eyes and knew that, while matt was around, the bad dreams would no longer come.

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[rogueddie]

Stranger Things should be set modern day just so Steve and Robin can send each other weird texts at 3am that range from traumatically deep things that cause a crisis for both of them to a picture of a snail with a hat photoshopped onto it's shell that Steve names Rupert