#whathe fuck ......

[optional-royalties]

I am not here to challenge tma-tmagp fan stereotypes- I listened to ep 22 and actually almost threw up when Celia namedroped the guys

[thatonegaybastard]

TGERE WAS A FUCKING APIDER IB MY HAIR

[tinyfantasminha]

high pitched whimper

[quirkle2]

i feel bad for not giving sonic frontiers a real chance bc it seems cool n everything, but when i played it it held my hand like i've never fuckin seen before. i killed the first Guy and it gave me a pop-up that reminded me to pick up the item he dropped.thanks man i forgot i was playing a goddamn video game. i got so mad at that i exited the game and uninstalled it btw

[achillean-heartbeat]

IM GONNA FUCKING CRY!!

I JUST FINISHED WHAT MIGHT BE ONE OF THE GREATEST AFTG FANFICS TO EVER BE WRITTEN!!

OAKLAND BY AGENTCOOP ON AO3

im literally sobbing. i cant start to understand the mind of the author for having written andrew and neil together in juvie GOOODDDD THE FIC WAS SO FUCKING GOOD I FEEL SO EMPTY NOW IM GONNA CRY

[cherriblossm]

THE LIFE IS STRANGE PEOPLE MADE NEOPETS THE DARKEST FAERIE???

[fallenclan]

Before Grassroot's death, Otterslip was tempted to just let all of Stormsight's offenses pass by. The remarks, the rumors, the arguments.. he was willing to let it all go.

Then his son was mauled by dogs, and Stormsight failed to save him. With all the herbs and medicines, Stormsight failed to save his son, who had only become a warrior so recently.

Otterslip felt something inside of him snap that day, like a spider's web brought crashing down by the simply flap of a bird's wings.

Then he overheard Stormsight talking to himself. Wondering.. how to.. reveal his late mother was a murderer. How to reveal she had been the one to kill Sunwish.

All hesitation Otterslip had vanished in that moment.

When he asked around for Stormsight the following day, he had been told by others that the medicine cat had "gone out to get herbs". Some cats told him not to be too rough on Stormsight, that he tried his very best to save Grassroot.

Otterslip paid them no mind, but he also knew not to be obvious.

So he made it look like he gave up looking for the medicine cat.

(Something inside of him told him to give up for real. To not go through with. Please, that voice screamed, don't.

Otterslip ignored it.)

When he knew the clan wasn't paying attention, they wouldn't notice his absence, he slips out. His pawsteps as quiet as can be. Scorchstar never taught him the technique Oaktuft had taught her, but he had seen her using it.

He knew how to use it. Not to her level, but he know now.

It was easy enough to find Stormsight's scent trail. The medicine cat was easy to trail behind once Otterslip found him. The warrior stayed hidden, in the bushes and greenery.

Stormsight was not looking for herbs. He was walking, talking to himself.

Talking about how to reveal Scorchstar's sin.

Otterslip felt like something was clouding his mind. Vengeance, his heart cried, vengeance. His mind cried the same thing, and so he followed Stormsight to the cliffside.

His brown fur blended well with the dirt and rock walls. His blue eyes were a hindrance, but Stormsight never heard him.

Otterslip watched as Stormsight sat at the edge of the cliffside, deep in thought.

(No, the voice deep inside cried. Don't do this.)

He began walking, pawsteps quiet.

(No, no, no, the voice cried again. You can't. Don't!)

He was far from the medicine cat, but he was picking up speed. His heart was pounding in his hearts and his jaw was clenched.

Grassroot.. mother..

(Don't let the cycle repeat, the voice inside wailed. You can't let it repeat! Be better! Please!)

Otterslip's eyes narrowed to a fierce glare as he got closer to Stormsight's back, and he turned his body a bit.

You're a disease, just like Sunwish was. If I want to protect the clan..

(Don't! the voice shouts. Don't make the same mistake!)

I need to eradicate the disease!

Otterslip squeezed his eyes shut as he rammed his side into Stormsight, causing the medicine cat to yeowl. He opened his eyes soon after and dug his claws into the cliff top, preventing him from falling down..

Just as Stormsight was falling now.

Otterslip lets out a breath, body going slack as he watches Stormsight fall to the pointed rocks below.

They lock eyes.

"OTTER-!" Stormsight tries to shout, but he falls directly onto a pointed rock. His shout turns to a gurgle as blood fills his throat.

(The cycle continues, the voice deep inside weeps.)

- 🐆

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL?????

im on the floor dude. i just. whuwhwwh

blood in Stormsight's throat preventing him from speaking. just like Scorchstar. i. have no words this is so fucking good aughaghg

[saotharlann]

modding dai when ur a bit of a ditz is so hard.

[aturnoftheearth]

“I wish there was a way I could still talk to ‘em you know? A way we could all be together? Hm… I guess there likely ain’t. But sometimes… a good song can make me feel closer to them.” IM ABOUT TO DRIVE OF A FUCKING BRIDGE

[brothersonahotelbed]

it's literally like. remember me love when i'm reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.

[peapod20001]

So I’m going through the thousands of photos I have and I found THESE from almost 3 years ago,, didn’t realize it till now but these are deathly accurate !!! 😭

[m0e-ru]

just watched chaircar adventure. again. biggest smile on my face for seven minutes straight until my cheeks started hurting too much I had to stop and massage it physically. would say a million things about it. me when I'm full of love.

[clowncarcoll]

truely sad how condescending buddy can be :( like I mean it really badly when I say buddy, and friendo and chum but it sounds so condescending if I'm not putting :] at the end and sounds MORE condescending if I use :)

[inphierno]

I am in Madrid I havent slept since god knows when I miss being high but I’m w my mom and I guess this will be my detox

[kazburger]

WHAT HGT DHJCUK

. . . Fighting with Dante is the best.

[rimqueen]

hello i’m here..

i would love if u wrote something about this. there is a very particular cruelty to reinforcing trauma and somehow making something already horrific worse cause it’s guided and patronising… & cause of that i need it really bad..

HELLO HANNAH THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONG AND IM SO SO RUSTY W WRITING!!! but ily.. thank u for sending me this ily UGH!! tw for past rape and incest and references to underage abuse - post in question btw!! link is old bc I changed my user

Jimmy picks you up on a street corner, leering out the window of his pick-up truck like you’re a two-dollar whore.

“Oh.” You press your cheek into your raised shoulder. Coy and playful. Like he’s flirting with you. Jimmy would like to make it clear that he is doing anything but that, he’s harassing you. He is ogling you. You are a slutty piece of meat. “I’m not for sale mister.”

“Why you dressed like that then?”

He takes a good look at your face. You’re young—Younger than he has ever looked. Eyes that swallow up your whole entire face, fringed by feathery lashes, that sweet little girl pout.

In the sunlight he sees you in fresco.

When he takes you home he sees you for who you are. This sad little girl with a daddy-shaped hole in her heart.

It makes him like you even more.

You’re splayed flat on his mattress, blinking up at him with big, sad eyes. You know, those kind of eyes. The eyes that girls who end up on the side of milk cartons have. The eyes that foster children and teenage girls on suicide watch have.

“C’mon.” Jimmy cocks his head to the side, he’s got you all figured out. “What’s going on at home?” He squeezes your cheeks until your lips are forced into a pink pout.

“Whath d’yu meanth?” It comes out muffled but he understands well enough.

“I mean, sweetheart, what is it about me—“ Jimmy’s free hand works on unbuckling his belt, you flinch with each clink. Oh, poor thing. He wonders if daddy used it on your tits or cunt. “—That reminds you of daddy?” He lets go of your face to watch it scrunch up in protest and then fall a moment later.

Shyly, quietly, peeking at him through your lashes—“You smell like him.”

“Oh, do I?” Jimmy bumps your nose with his, your eyes are so big there are barely any whites. Your heart is beating so fast he feels it beneath your skin.

“You do…” You trace your fingers along the bridge of his nose. “And you have his nose.” Jimmy’s nose is a pretty regular fucking nose, a little crooked from punches thrown his way.

He hums with this nasty smile on his face, giving you a once over before he asks the nitty-gritty questions. “Where did daddy touch you?”

When you don’t respond, blinking at him stupidly like you are oh-so shocked, Jimmy sighs and slips a hand up your dress. He pushes your thong to the side, plucking your clit so hard you whimper. “Did daddy touch you here?”

You stare at him, bottom lip trembling, unable to move.

“No?” He moves on, hand travelling further up your dress to one of your nice tits. “Was it here? Did daddy touch you like this?” He asks, giving it a firm squeeze, like he’s checking a fruit ripeness.

You are still fucking looking at him with those big, sad eyes. It’s like you want him to feel bad for you. But Jimmy does not care if you have been touched here, there or everywhere.

Jimmy pushes his fingers into your mouth. You don’t bite down because you have done this before. He wets your puffy asshole. “I guess daddy liked to touch you here, huh?” One finger makes it in and you whine deep in the back of your throat. “Don’t blame the guy.”