#what a night folks!

[permanentreverie]

well. the good news is i now know how to change a flat tire.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Everyone “hates” Mike in the FNAF movie..

[edorazzi]

Page 35 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which the cat's out of the bag, and it might break the two heroes apart! 😰🧨

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[ai-the-broccoli]

imagine this.

you ever imagine being this lonely person. you're utterly bored in life, maybe even with a sense of existential boredom within, and none of your peers understand that. until one day, you finally come in contact with this guy.

from the moment you meet, you know that you are going to have to kill him when the day comes.

yet, for the first time, you find someone who's just like you, or at least you like to think that he's just like you. he enjoys the challenges you bring into his life, because underneath it all, he is also a bored man. you two are soulmates in a certain sense, perhaps, but neither of you will truly realize and accept this until it's too late.

and soon enough for you - and not soon enough for him - it has become too late. he dies before you and you watch the light fade from his eyes. you kill him without a bit of remorse, and you've known that you would be doing this from the very first day. he knew it too. you get him dead, even when you could've spared him. in one version of the story, you ignored him when he -- in his own way -- asked you to consider picking a different road. you kill him.

and so for the years that follow, you wander ahead in your life like some kind of living dead. you try again to find someone like the guy who saved you from boredom. and yet everyone you find is an insufficient substitute, nothing like the one you had. you can find no one like him anymore. do you regret your action now? even if you do, you don't realize that. you still cannot realize anything.

isn't that tragic?

......

oh yeah, and lawlight is tragic too I guess

(of course, I am talking about... Ryuk!)

bonus:

[curiosity-killed]

the one thing i will say on the Trump verdict is I'm seeing a lot of posts about basically "how can we let a FELON run for PRESIDENT (and/or vote)" which is making me feel very "don't make me tap the sign" about why folks who've been convicted of felonies also deserve the right to run for office/vote and how creating categories of people who are not allowed to run for office/vote is a great way to incentivize pushing political opponents (or members of marginalized groups) into those categories in order to disenfranchise and disempower them

[tarydarrington]

he put his abuser behind bars for the rest of his life. he teaches children so that they will never have to go through what he did. he gets his friends together once a month. he's in love with a partner who visits him weekly despite the danger it puts him in. he grows green beans like he did when he was young and he smiles with his whole face.

[kacievvbbbb]

Mihawk Headcannons

Some of the headcannons I have about Mihawk that have recently been eating a whole through my brain like a very persistent worm.

These are all just my hopes and dreams based on no evidence whatsoever so yeah the resolute language is just for jokes. - When we see Mihawk at Roger's execution he is 19 and has to wear Yoru across his back because she is too tall for him. Meaning that there was a good at least 5 years where Mihawk prayed every day that he would continue to grow so he could wear Yoru down his back and live out his aesthetic.

-Also, Yoru probably weighed more than 19-year-old Mihawk, and that weight is not distributed evenly, especially with how Mihawk was wearing her across his back. And Mihawk even then was masterfully skilled of course, but say, every now and again he'd be distracted, maybe by a certain redhead whose to say🤷🏿‍♀️, and forget to counterbalance losing him his ever-present fight with gravity. All this to say was that in the right circumstances, young Mihawk was very tippable and had to quickly become acquainted with the expert skill of picking yourself up while on the sand, with a sword bigger than you are strapped across his back.

- I don't really care how but it is imperative to me that Mihawk knew Rayleigh, Garp, Benn and Yasopp as a teenager/very young adult and they used to clown him relentlessly. Garp and Ray are too damn old to be scared of a teenage Mihawk, Yasopp has no self-preservation and Benn has always recognized Mihawk as the awkward, sarcastic mess he is and has had to scold him just as much as his Captain. It's why they are the two rhp he's most familiar with and Benn is his favorite (captain included) - He is Spanish. I know a lot of people headcanon Romanian because of the whole Dracula lives in a dark castle thing but I will stand by he looks like a Spanish Conquistador till my dying day. And obviously, because people don't have to be from just one place he can deffs be both! But yeah I think he's Spanish and should speak/understand Spanish solely because Doffy is also Spanish (can't believe people thought he was German his name is literally Donquioxte) and regularly tries to rizz people up at the Warlord mewting (namely Crocodile) in Spanish and Mihawk (the only other Spanish speaker) has to bare the burden of comprehension of the truly fluid and vile nonsense Doffy is spewing. And Doffy who of course also clocks this is trying to go for a record of what nobody is quiet sure, but whatever it is Mihawk will be damned before he loses at anything to that damn bird

- This one gonna be very brief because the rest of this has been pretty lighthearted and I don't want to harsh the vibes too much. But Mihawk definitely has scars on his back like not just one but properly multiple. And given the fact that he was supposedly betrayed, his mistrust and loner attitude, and the fact that his eyes are very rare and probably special all signs point to; he was definitely at one point hunted as a child till he turned hunter.

[bitchapalooza]

Zeff: Eggplant, you see this catalog?

Sanji: Yeah?

Zeff: One thing, whatever it is, if you want it I’ll get it. We’ve had a pretty good year and you haven’t been that much of a menace, I think you deserve a nice gift out of it.

Sanji: Anything? Out of this whole catalog?

Zeff: Yep.

Sanji: But… what do I pick?

Zeff: Well that’s the keyword, squirt. Anything. You want that robot? Sure. The monsters play set? That’s fine. Anything means anything.

Sanji: They’re all toys?

Zeff: Of course they’re all toys. What else would it be?

Sanji: So I choose a toy and you buy it for me?

Zeff: Yep.

Sanji: What do I do with it afterwards?

Zeff: You….. You play with it, of course. Haven’t you ever played with a toy before, eggplant?

Sanji shakes his head: Not these kind I mean. These are colorful and look fun and harmless. Can you teach me how to play with it? You sound like you know a whole lot about toys.

Zeff: You don’t…..?

Zeff: …Ah. Yeah. Yeah, sure, eggplant. I’ll teach’cha.

Zeff to himself: I already figured you had it rough as a kid, eggplant, but what child doesn’t know how to play with toys….

[good-to-drive]

George would have been such a menace if he'd been able to text... texting Tom Petty at 3 am to tell him he's beautiful and leaving Paul on read for days straight

[gingerrhd]

Inktober 2024 day 10

Been listening to the jello dubs and tbh they're right.

One thing about the postal service, is it's taught me that a lot of adhd and autistic adults have found their home in running the same routes every day and I think that'd suit mae

[chloesimaginationthings]

These clown animatronics in FNAF wild as hell..

[girlsdads]

couldn’t be normal about that second gif

cw: watersports, consensual somnophilia (adjacent?). max has a pussy also because i said

Max wakes with his thighs parted around Daniel’s head, one tanned hand gripping the meat of his left buttcheek, the other heavy against his lower belly. Max groans as he feels his bladder throb underneath Daniel’s palm, the pressure that’s clear in its meaning. Daniel’s tongue works Max’s clit in gentle strokes, moving downward, coaxing.

The first time he’d woken like this, Max had instinctively tried to wiggle away, the indulgent thrill of having Daniel’s mouth on him overpowered by the horror of realizing he was seconds away from taking his morning piss right down Daniel’s throat. But Daniel had yanked him tight against his face and—whined—like that’s exactly what he’d wanted, and Max had been so absolutely floored that he’d forgotten to be self-conscious when the first stream splashed onto Daniel’s tongue.

Now, heady as he always is with the knowledge that Daniel fucking loves this, Max relaxes into the nest of blankets surrounding him and lets go.

The relief is instant and it makes Max sigh, going boneless where Daniel is holding his pelvis slightly propped, angled so that piss sprays the roof of Daniel’s mouth. Daniel makes a noise like he’s been struck, seals his lips over Max and just keeps him there, letting Max go. He’s not swallowing, allowing it to pool in his mouth before Max feels him open his jaw to send warm urine spilling down his chin and to the sheets and under Max’s butt. They are so reckless to do this, Max always thinks later, when they are stripping the bed and inspecting the mattress damage, but then—why would Max worry about things when he gets to use Daniel like this?

Max threads his fingers through Daniel’s sweaty curls, yanks his head up so he can watch his piss as it trickles down Daniel’s flushed cheeks and into his mustache. His bottom lip is slack and dribbling. The stream is wetting the curls by his ears. His hips are starting to hump the mattress. He looks dazed and stupid and stunning. Max loves him.

Max lets Daniel get his mouth back against him as he arches and pushes out the last few spurts. As soon as he’s done he feels himself open around Daniel’s hot tongue. A moan escapes him, Daniel tonguing hungrily into the wet clench of his cunt, urine soaked nose rubbing against his swollen clit. He uses both hands to cup the back of Daniel’s skull and holds him there, hips working until he’s shaking through an orgasm that leaves Daniel’s face slippery with him.

“Maxy,” Daniel gasps, sliding up to position the head of his cock against where Max is soaked and quivering, “can I—fuck—please, let me…”

Max locks his legs around Daniel’s hips and nudges him forward so that his fat tip stretches Max, makes him ache in that way he likes best. It is always best when Daniel is in him, when Max’s body opens for him like it is meant for nothing else.

“You can, Daniel. I want it.” Always wants it. Every time they do this.

Daniel sobs and his arms quake where they’re bracketing Max’s head. His cock kicks where it’s only in Max just a little—Max feels the thick blurt of come against his walls, giving way to a hot jet of piss as Daniel sighs and melts. Max relaxes wholly under Daniel’s comforting weight. Daniel empties himself fully into Max and when his cock goes soft Max clenches as tight as he can. Only a little dribbles out as Daniel leaves him and Daniel whispers that’s perfect, honey. Max feels perfect.

Daniel flops down beside him and smiles dopily, hand coming to rest on Max’s lower belly, ever so slightly swollen. Max laces their fingers together and holds them there, where he’s warm and full with Daniel.

[arthursfuckinghat]

Holy fuck guys I just heard a lady crying about her father? in the swamps it scared the shit out of me but I couldn't find her anywhere

[imaginationblur]

Woah that’s crazy, more sleep for me, Happy Reala Day! Totally didn’t forget

[fridgrave2-0]

"darn beautiful men always eating out of my trash" and the only man besides sev'ral timez who eats from the trash is mcgucket

[non-un-topo]

All it takes is a wee little nightmare to make you too scared to step foot outside for fear of Bad Things happening, like it’s an omen lol