#would make my father cry

[bazpire]

Both. At the same time. no lube, no protection, all night, all day. From the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, blackout, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, mating press, half Nelson, full Nelson, split, inventing new positions, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a closet, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement against the window, on the roof, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, pulling, teeth jitterbug, pussy clenching, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine ting, thirsty thursting all day without stopping, till nothing left, till they can't look me in the eye, satisfied, non-stop, every single second, crawling, back hurt, legs cramped, can't walk for 5 years, don't care, still non-stop, them oiled up makes me even more turned on, screaming with and without the s, their whimpers and moans make my inside giggle, no need for a refractory period, in heat, everyday, till the neighbors hear us, till the neighbors can remember our names perfectly, even during earthquakes, thunderstorms, heavy rains, typhoons, broken bed, everyday buy a new bed, hole in floor, gasping for air, crying, gripping their backs, leaving bite marks and red marks on their necks and every spot, scratching their backs, leaves a scars on their backs, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heaven awakening, i'd still bounce on it, body numbling, back worthy, hair drenched, flabbergasting, down break, whimpering our names, till the neighbors decide to move, legs spread automatically, DOWN BAD, ON MY HANDS AND KNEES, WOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF ,WOOOOFFFFFFFF, MEOOOWWMEEOOWWWMEOOOOOWWWWW, MUUUUUUUUUUUUUMU777UUUUUMUUUUUUU IDC I'LL TAKE IT LIKE A GOOD BOY, GOOD GIRL, GOOD TOY, WHATEVER THEY WANT ME TO BE

GRRERGGRRGRGR ONE CHANCE, BARKING SOO00000 OOOOOFFFF GUESS THIS IS WILD BUT I DONT GIVE A SHITT

[boltlightning]

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL (2003) // accepting the proposal

[fyllophobia]

[abylou]

guys I love this thing called having an idea an not knowing how to execute it but I think I'll get there

have the doodle of it in the meantime

[94badbye]

I JUST REWATCHED THAT ONE SCENE FROM TROLLHUNTERS S3 WHERE EVERYONE IS TRYING TO CALM JIM DOWN ON THE ROOFTOP AND THEN BLINKY WALKS UP TO HIM AND SAYS "WHEN I GAZE UPON YOU, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I SEE? I SEE A CHAMPION. A FRIEND. A SON. A MAGNIFICENT SON." WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY EXPECT ME TO DO DO THEY WANT TO CAUSE ME EMOTIONAL PAIN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

[marclef]

Day 25. almost free. almost done.

it is Fake Peppino Friday... but for some reason, the sound of clucking is in the distance? that's strange..... perhaps one of these little Fakelings has something to do with it.

around a nearby town, strange rumors started popping up, about an old abandoned building that had stood vacant for a good few years. but odd sounds had been heard from within, the sounds of hard work, heavy objects being moved, and inhuman, almost cluck-like cries. nobody knew what it could have been, and none were brave enough to investigate. until... one day, out of nowhere, the building appeared somehow cleaner, and a large sign had been hung out at the front, with the bright, colorful words:

CHIK'N PLACE!!!

who was the culprit? well, one step inside this newly refurbished restaurant and you will be greeted by its very enthusiastic owner...

the often-excited, very sociable Poultrino! she started off as all of the other Fakelings, a strange, gooey blob-like creature with hunger and curiosity. but soon after going out into the world on their own, she stumbled across a runaway definitely wild chicken, which she chased after with great interest and then gobbled up with glee. but, the feathery snack awakened a strange feeling in her, such a delicious taste, she wanted to share it with all the world! and thus gave rise to the fifth and final Fakeling...

and now, all customers are happily welcomed at her humble Chik'n Place! there is chicken of all kinds there; chicken wings, fried chicken, chicken nuggets, living chickens, anything you could possibly want, as long as it is chicken! (and all VERY legally obtained, she wouldn't THINK of pilfering chicken from other establishments for her own....) and not to worry, she is very polite and welcoming to anyone who wishes to visit! as long as you are not also a chicken, or a tasty bug or rat.

their appearance and body are quite unique amongst the Fakes as well! and though she is still made out of simple Goop like the others, her "skin" is fairly soft and smooth, almost feeling like soft fuzz despite having no real feathers! her legs, tail, and "fleshy" parts are the same gooeyness as standard Fake Peppino though. despite her strange appearance, most customers assume she's simply in costume, and very few are any the wiser as to their true nature.

though, one more very important fact to mention... you didn't think they worked alone, did you? of course not, all that Chicken isn't going to serve itself! which is why the first person to enter her restaurant was taken happily hired as the first employee!! say hello to Sue, Poultrino's favorite and only employee!! (credit goes to my wonderful friend @plebbicinnabun-arts for coming up with her! 😊✨)

she helps prepare and serve many of the chicken dishes! (and makes sure that the stuff that's served is actually edible when possible...) and not to worry, her boss treats her with great care! she is paid well in a salary of both "human currency" and delicious chicken-based foods! it might just be very strange trying to explain her job to friends and family.

but together, these two help run the Chik'n Place, and Poultrino finds decent success at running a business! her Papa is very proud of her.

[kingslionheart]

ahahahahahahagahaa grief hitting all over again abahahahhaahaha

[apricusapollo]

teen wolf but it's shadowhunters au and the raeken siblings are the lightwood siblings variants, in this essay i will-

[coquelicoq]

i have this unfortunate thing where i love cats and know several people with cats who ask me to catsit for them on the other side of town but if i am away from home for more than a few days i get so homesick that i start crying and can't stop. and then i feel incredibly stupid about the fact that i'm a grown adult - and still in my own city even! - but here i am not being able to handle being away from home for less than a week. i think it is indicative of some larger problem that i am not engaging with but man i just wanna go home. i want to be in my own space with my own bed and all my books and where i know how to work the tv and can change my clothes if i want to without being stressed that i'm going to run out. i want to be at home which i have tailored to my own sensory preferences and where i can walk around without stepping on cat litter and sit down without having to check every other minute to make sure i'm not covered in ants. i probably would not feel like such a baby about it because those all sound like really nice normal things to want and value but i feel like everyone i know loves travel and i just don't get it, i just want to go home. i like it there. i like stability. i would like to stop crying about it though.

[gothic-mothic-topic]

Mfw one of my favorite characters in a game either isn't popular and barely exists in the fandom, or everyone hates them.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I too can't wait for them to put Charles in the game. I'm curious to see the dialogues between him, Magneto and Wanda.

I'm sorry you feel this way, I hope your condition improves 🥺

i wanna know what charles has to say to anyone and everyone !!!!!!!!! im gonna throw up if i start thinking too long the possibilities..

[thetardisisnotourdivision]

Hey did I ever tell y'all about the time I dreamed that I had a baby daughter called Ellie that began with my finding out I was pregnant and ended on like her third birthday?

I legitimately woke up thinking "I should go check on Ellie" and then realised she was never real and when I tell you I SOBBED. I've been haunted by an implacable sense of loss ever since. Did I travel to another dimension? Wtf happened because that was insane.

[good-beanswrites]

I think Fuuta should cry. It's good for the soul.

I love how getting asks from you is like

I don't quite know if this was good for his soul, but it certainly was for mine 😅 A bit of a hurt-no-comfort piece, sorry, but I enjoyed a character study of his thoughts immediately after his crime. He has a very particular mix of guilt and denial, and I tried to picture how that may play out in this moment...

Fuuta was sure his life was over the very same moment that he discovered hers was.

His heart seemed to stop entirely when he read her name on the dim little screen. His breathing became shallow and sporadic. His body went cold. Though under the blanket, his arms shivered uncontrollably. The rest of him was just as paralyzed. 

It was more than just the physical things. This life that he’d led to this point, it was over. He’d never be able to move on from this. Would he ever manage to sleep another night? All his friends knew; they wouldn’t be his friends any longer. He was surprised no one had messaged him yet. His father could forget any dreams of his son following in his footsteps. Any normal job was out of the question, now. The minute anyone found out, they’d treat him differently. They’d treat him like a – he could hardly even think the word “killer.”

A sob broke through his gritted teeth. 

That’s what he’d be classified as, wouldn’t he? That girl was dead because of him. 

She was dead. Because of him. 

Fuuta was still wrapping his mind around reality. A whole person, a whole life, a whole future, gone because of him. 

His breath came out wheezy, hiccups shaking his form. He curled himself as small as he could shrink, his hands tearing at his hair.

The girl’s face flashed in his mind. The only pictures he’d seen of her featured bright smiles. He used to find it infuriating – thinking it was all a part of her fake persona, her mockery of justice. Now, the thought of those happy pictures crushed him. She was just a kid. What kind of monster killed a kid?

Fuuta pressed his knuckles to his lips, smothering his cries. The dorms were loud enough tonight, but he couldn’t risk anyone hearing. A story like this could never get out. After all, what were the laws around this stuff? What if he went to prison? He was of age – which areas still used the death penalty? 

No.

He had to collect himself. He hadn’t done anything illegal. He was just overreacting, blubbering like an idiot. That was one thing his father was always right about, at least. Fuuta beat his fists against his head. There was no premeditation. No planning, no ill intent. He’d only just found out she died. That’s why none of his friends had messaged him yet. It wasn’t because of them. It was just some other crazy person online. 

His chest shuddered with an uneven breath. Even if there were no legal consequences, he’d need to get a grip and take some precautions. He ran his palms down his cheeks, wiping away the mess of tears. 

He’d clear out all traces of himself on the internet, delete all those posts that led back to him. He’d smash his phone, call it an accident. Change his number. He didn’t know what he’d do about his friends. He wanted to call them and tell them to delete everything as well. He wanted to scream viciously at them for convincing him to do all this. He wanted to beg them to say everything was going to be okay.

He shut off the phone, fumbling around with the touchscreen several times before he hit the right thing. He couldn’t call anyone. He was on his own now. And that was alright. Whatever happened to that girl, he… That girl…

He commanded himself to rise and begin. 

It proved unsuccessful. Fuuta remained frozen for another few minutes. The harder he willed himself to stop, the harder he cried. He pressed his palm over his mouth and nose, in an attempt to prevent any sound from escaping, and keep his emotions quiet for the first time in his life.

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Brb gotta just yell into the void

[tazabel]

Ok, Odysseus, the raining* king of Ithaca, is my Roman Empire.

And I don't particularly mean all the "adventures" he went through or the wrong he might have done.

It's the pain of a parent who has not been able to watch his child grow up.

He remembers him as a baby. He was once very close to home, to be able to see (and raise) him still as a child, but that too was taken from him. If it weren't for the right circumstances, he might not have recongnise him in adulthood.

* I apologize for this silly joke that still makes me smile.

[re-discover-communication]

Props to Arcane for the animated lesbian sex scene but

1) IN A CELL???

2) Caitlyn you cheater whore

EDIT: and even MORE props for showing death in a non washed-down way! Go for the blood and the open eyed corpses, yes! Loved ones among casualties! Make it real

And Viktor looks like a Tool concept creature

EDIT 2: and I was like very satisfied and content of the end thinking "oh well, very very nice series, well done! Had a good time watching!" Then Orianna appeared and I started crying like a child