#where'm fuck?

[dykerikki]

hysterectomy on demand NOW. NOWWW!!! RIGHT NOW

[rzdhc]

holy shit it's the last month of 2023?!?!!

its the last month of 2023 so i’m just gonna say it: what the absolute fuck was that

[tartt9]

@survivoirs asked //

drive .  drive fast . [ from here ! ]

"What the fuck'd you do, Kent?" Jamie asks, trying to keep the panic from his voice. But, if there's one thing that an Aston Martin is good for, it's speed. "Where'm I going, anyways?" His foot is already on the gas, though - hard. Heavy. Like lead. And the engine is making such a beautiful noise, it's like music to his ears. "Is somebody dyin'?" His beloved car. The only thing to come with him to Richmond from Manchester the first time. And now Roy's asking him to drive fast to who the fuck knows where. "Seriously, if you killed somebody, and I'm aiding and betting or whatever the fuck, I need to know now." Jamie glances over at Roy, before remembering that he's the one driving this supercar, not the other way around, so he needs to keep his eyes on the fucking road.

[chaotic-neutral-melatonin]

SHIT DID YOU GO THROUGH THE WRONG DOOR??

DOUBLE SHIT, HELPER CANT STOP BY IF YOUR IN A BAD PLACE BC THEIR ACROSS COUNTRY HUNTING UNICORNS WITH FLEUR, FUCK

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no nonono where. where'm. I. I c. I can't. It hurts everything hurts I can't see my head feels so funny I c. I can't. I. I just need t. W... what did I need t' do...?

...

the glass is made of goo.

[weekly-lit-vaporeon]

What will you do next?

[gunforhire-soulforsale]

"Leave!"

Jonny demands as he comes to stand between Joe and the woman in a protective manner.

"You got the door open now get the fuck out of here!"

He snarls as he feels Joe press into him.

Blinking in confusion the women looks up at Jonny with hurt and betrayal in her eyes.

"But.... but Jonny.... where'm I supposed to go?"

Spooky!

26. An author’s fictional villain starts stalking them.

’-and under the pale Gothan moon the mad man shoveled the last scoop of dirt over the mangled corpse of his latest victim. The restless city none the wiser that yet another one of their own had fallen prey to the clown king of crime himself. The Joker.’

Finishing up the last line of her most recent story Ady reread it a few times before smiling and pressing save. This newest series had been her most realistic yet. Something about the antagonist of her new crime thriller was just so captivating. It was like the stories wrote themselves.

She wasn’t sure when it first happened but at some point her story’s focus shifted from the gritty crime fighting hero to the suave, psychopathic, ruler of the underworld. But she couldn’t complain. She was getting great feedback on her blog and even some interesting by small book companies. She was elated to have written a character that seemed to almost jump off the page. Little did she know the trouble her writing was soon to bring her.