#whiny fuck

[huldrabitch]

To be a Hawke you need to be hot that's just how it is

[amygdalae]

Fallout 3 was well a flawed game but the tunnel snakes are such an essential part of the fallout world to me. Whenever i play enother fallout I'm like where's the tunnel snakes

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[mikakuna]

i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)

and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.

a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.

this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).

anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.

[teddybeartoji]

thinking abt how your lip piercings get stuck together during one of your first kisses with bakugou,, you're sat on his lap with your arms resting on his shoulders and neck while his are on your waist. there isn't a single inch between your bodies as you melt into each other; it's still so new and it's exciting and his lips are so soft and he smells so good and you want more and more and more.

when you finally decide to pull away and catch your breath, you feel him dig his fingers into your sides with a hiss. you follow his gaze and look at where the two little silver rings are connected; bakugou's face grows a deeper shade of pink at the proximity but it's not like he's really doing anything to get himself out of the situation.

you let out a chuckle and he's quick to scold you while forcing down a lovesick grin.

"don't laugh, idiot."

his hands are warm on your skin. you feel his chest heaving and you wonder whether his heart is beating as fast as yours is.

"sorry, sorry."

your cheeks hurt from smiling.

neither of you have made a move to seperate the rings. you're comfortable on his lap, with your lips ghosting over his as he stares at you. this feels... right, if anything.

your noses brush together when he speaks. "are we gonna stay like this, hm?"

you hum.

"maybe."

he clicks his tongue and you know he's about to make a stupid remark, so you cut him off by kissing him again.

you swallow the groan that crawls up his throat and grin against him. his arms snake from your waist to the small of your back and you arch further into him on instinct.

perhaps he doesn't regret getting the piercing anymore...

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

vampire who complains constantly about how difficult it is to access laudanum in the "so-called modern era." from their many, many complaints, it's clear they've gone to considerable difficulty over the past century maintaining a steady personal laudanum supply. their werewolf roomie is on the verge of holding an intervention. it is then casually revealed that laudanum has no intoxicating effect on bloodsuckers. the vampire just use it as a "spicy blood sauce"; it adds a nice kick

[buqbite]

part 1 (on VA and being better than humans)

part 2 (on welt and being just a human)

[capquinn]

hear me out…… no kissing sex with bf!quinn right now.

it would be its own kind of torment, the kind of heat and frustration that makes your skin flush before anything even happens. it would start slow, almost awkward, both of you trying to work around the glaring fact that his lip — split, stitched and swollen — has taken away one of your favourite things about being with him.

“This is so stupid,” he’d groan, his head falling back against the headboard as you straddle his hips, your hands resting on his chest.

His fingers grip your thighs like he’s holding himself back, his touch firm but not nearly enough. His hair, all tousled and soft from a restless night, frames his face in that boyish way that makes you ache to kiss him. But you can’t, and it’s killing both of you.

“You don’t think I know that?” you shoot back, your voice soft but laced with the same frustration, your lips so close to his that he can feel your breath against his skin. “So hard for me to sit here and not—”

“Don’t,” he groans, cutting you off with a sharp exhale, his eyes flickering to your mouth and then away just as quickly, like it’s a temptation too great to bear. His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip firm but still trembling with restraint, like he’s barely keeping himself in check. “Do you even know how hard this is for me?” His voice dips, low and rough, frustration simmering beneath every syllable.

You don’t, not really. You couldn’t possibly, because if you did, you wouldn’t be sitting there looking like that — lips parted, eyes heavy with want, your body pressed so close but not close enough. His eyes trail over you, lingering for a second too long, and it makes his chest ache. God, you look good like this. So good it’s unfair. And you’re right there, on top of him, inches from his mouth, and he can’t even close the distance.

“I can’t even fucking look at you right now,” he mutters, his voice breaking on the words as his head tilts back against the headboard, exposing the sharp line of his jaw. “Not without wanting to kiss you.”

His fingers dig harder into your thighs, a low, frustrated groan slipping from his lips as he fights every instinct to kiss you the way he wants — needs — to.

Now one of your hands is splayed across his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pulsing beneath your fingertips, while the other rakes through his hair. You lean in, your lips brushing the faintest, most tender kiss to his forehead, just enough to make him tense beneath you.

“I’m the one who’s perfectly capable of kissing you on the mouth right now — I’m just not allowed,” you murmur, your voice low and teasing, though the weight of your own frustration bleeds through.

Then, with slow, deliberate precision, you lower your head, your lips hovering over his jaw, just barely brushing against his skin. His hands tighten on your waist instantly, dragging you closer, his restraint slipping. His chest heaves under you, each breath shallow and uneven as his frustration and desire bleed into one another.

“Fuck,” he mutters when his lips twitch toward yours instinctively, the pain pulling him back with a sharp wince. Yet even then, he doesn’t let go, his hands gripping you tighter, as though he’s determined to keep you there, despite the torment of what he can’t have, desperate to hold onto what he can.

It’s almost comical at first, the way you both try to navigate around the glaring absence of your usual kisses, but then the humour fades, replaced by something heavier. You start pressing kisses to his neck, slow and wet, trailing your lips along the warm expanse of his skin. Each touch earns a low, shaky breath from him, his chest rising and falling under your palms. You nip lightly at his shoulder, letting your teeth graze the muscle, and he groans again, his head falling back.

“You’re not helping,” he rasps, his hands sliding up your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt.

And then it's all heat and frustration. There’s no teasing this time, no soft kisses to ease you into it, because the second his lips even try to skim your skin, he winces, the sting of his injury pulling him back with a startle.

Your knees are pressed against his hips, and you can feel the tension rolling off him in waves in the way his hands slide up your thighs, rougher than usual, tugging you closer with a strength that leaves no space between you. It’s desperate, like he’s trying to make up for everything he can’t do with the touch of lips. His chest is heaving under yours, and when your hips shift against him, his head falls back against the headboard with a sharp exhale, his jaw tightening.

“You’re killing me,” he groans, his voice strained, and his hands move to your hips, gripping you tighter as he guides your movements. There’s a rough edge to the way he’s holding you, his need for you consuming every thought. His eyes flick to your mouth, then away again, like even looking at your lips is too much. “I can’t even fucking kiss you,” he mutters for what feels like the hundredth time, his voice breaking with the weight of his frustration.

Your lips find his neck again, dragging slowly across his skin, your teeth grazing his shoulder until he lets out a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a plea, vibrating through your entire body.

“I’m frustrated, too, but,” you trail off against his skin, your voice thick with your own desperation. Your hands slide up his chest, your nails dragging lightly over his skin, and he shudders beneath you, his hips jerking up into yours. “Just gotta make do.”

He doesn’t respond, not right away, but the way his hands drag you closer, harder, says everything. Like he’s trying to make up for every kiss he can’t press to your lips, against your neck and down your chest.

His head tilts forward, and his lips, though injured and off-limits, press lightly to the curve of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. It’s not enough, not for either of you, but it’s all he can manage, and it only makes the ache sharper.

“You don’t get it,” he mumbles softly, his voice rough, almost pleading. “You’re right here, and I can’t even…”

His sentence trails off but the words still hit you like a match to gasoline, and your hands move to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as you rock against him. You can feel his restraint slipping, the sharp edge of his desperation bleeding into every touch, every movement. When you lean down, pressing your lips to the curve of his shoulder, his breath hitches, and when you bite down, just enough to leave a mark, he moans, his fingers digging into your waist so hard you think you might bruise too.

“Fuck, you’re making this worse,” he groans but there’s no mistaking the way his body responds to you.

The way his hips press up into yours with every movement and the way his hands slide up your back, his touch firm and unrelenting. He buries his face in your neck again, his breath ragged against your skin through parted, swollen lips that are stinging with the pressure he's placing.

It’s raw and messy, the desperation between you heightening every touch, every sound. He’s rougher than usual, his movements fueled by frustration and need, and when you finally fall apart, it’s not with the usual gentleness but with an intensity that leaves you both breathless.

[tararaposting]

Hey, if you're all ever really really mad at a trans girl, remember: you can just make something up! Everyone will believe you! Keeps those particularly annoying trannys out, nobody wants to interact with them anyway! Don't worry, you won't have to deal with her at all after she's been blacklisted from every single space you personally don't want her in. And hell, why not tell all your friends and followers your little white lie and put her away for good while your at it!

[vertexline]

I have a theory

Or I might be entirely wrong and it's just blatant, directed toward everyone, homophobia :3

[girlsdads]

this blog is not a safe space for lando norris fans

[allebasimaianunes]

“three-way swimming„

(a ideia for an au!fanfic×nicholas alexander chavez × cooper koch × female protagonist, yes, it's a very inspired challengers here!!!)

a some kind of challengers where the boys are played by nico and cooper, as swinmers and tennits (more swinmers because I love swinmg!!!), rich kids who's make out with everyone (less among them, not yet) and the girlboss who's make them mind goes crazy.

nico played the softy, darkeyed and poor boy who's gonna make everything (and a little more) for the girl, his muse, his godnness, his new mentor.

cooper played the ambigous, selfish and kinda immorality boy who's gonna fuck with everything and everyone for his owns goals.

the girl have some fun with both. and will be the first time in they life what the boys gonna fuck each other. she's at first time choises the darkeyed poor boy – likes tashi with art.

but both he and she realize that the presence of the selfish it's too more important in their own life than a ruined marriage of about ten years since the youth events.

ofc it's a au!!!, almost kinda of idea of a fictional movie (or series) in a fanfic style format, where both of then are bi/pan guys who's gonna do a lot of things for love, approval and victories.

that's a little pictured scenario, who can'll be a entire fanfic or just a garbage of ideas. (idk!!!)

[lyraa-kill]

quick don’t think about ghost being ridiculously horny and humping soaps boot while he’s fully naked and soap is completely clothed and ghost is whining and crying and begging to be allowed to cum and soap keeps telling him no and to beg and hump harder which just makes ghost cry more

[vaperarmand]

what i need is for daniel to realize at different points that his past/present/future relationship with armand is EXACTLY like the parts of louis' and lestat's relationship he mocked the most. ie "is THIS the fucked up gothic romance?" "are WE the whiny existential queens?" he doesn't have to do this out loud but i want his relationship with armand to be so disgusting and hot and terrible that he reaches brief moments of clarity. and i'll be able to tell he's thinking it just based on the look in his eyes

[lover-of-mine]

can we please let eddie bottom and still be eddie 😭😭

[wizardsix]

local guy claims intellectual superiority by declaring people who criticise veilguard just haven't played long enough and don't really know what bad writing is. it must be very peaceful to have such an empty head.