#yeah. yeahyeahyeah

[whenthegoldrays]

The thing about Twinkling Watermelon is that, as you’re watching it, you care the most about Cheongchan, but the ship that stays with you and drives you insane at 3am months later is Euneun

[lanihaluki]

rom infinity train au!

[saetiate]

sae who trains you to come at his command. says "come for me" right when you're about to come for weeks on end until when he says it a little earlier, your body comes before you can think. and when he waits for minutes to say it, your body holds itself on the edge until you hear his voice.

(until you can't orgasm with anyone else.)

[sleepyghostmp3]

wait

[kb11rd]

Shades of a similar heart. Opposite of a same coin. All of that.

[youcouldstartacult]

song of the year

[heylinfanclub]

Every time I see fictional enactments of people having mental breakdowns I’m like. ‘Is it not normal to do that like three times a week’. I’m going to have. Such major heart problems. My whole life. I just know it.

The swinging between hysterical, sad and mad? The eyes wide rolling around in my damn skull? The struggle to breathe and not choke on your own spit? The sensation that you might just lash out at anyone or anything that gets too close? The existential hysteria questioning YOUR VERY EXISTENCE AND THE EXISTENCE OF CAUSALITY AND WHY THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY ARE AND COULD THEY NOT BE AND COULD SOMEONE JUST TAKE ME AWAY TAKE ME AWAY.

It’s that last part especially. When you start getting. So. In your god damn feels. YOURE BEGGING THE UNIVERSE FOR REPRIEVE ON REPEAT AS YOU SWAY BACK N FORTH LIKE YOURE HAVING THE WORST TRIP IMAGINABLE TRYING TO CONTACT GOD. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. HELP ME. KILL ME. RUN OVER MY HEAD. NEVER WAKE ME. SEND ME TO HELL ILL PAY FOR MY SINS NOW PLEASE PLEEAASSE ANYTHING BUT A MOMENTS MORE OF TORMENT. that kinda. Shit.

Every day people look at me and tell me I’m fine. I’m smart I’m practical I’m insightful I’m hanging on I’m resourceful I seem GREAT. Hell. My problems aren’t even that bad from their perspective (and maybe they’re right!)

I want to kill them every time and maybe one day I’ll smack someone across the face. Maybe break my knuckles smashing their nose into their brain. I think. I deserve it.

ANYWAY. had another lapse of mental angst because I cannot prioritize without a helper and that means I’m drowning in an infinitely vast array priorities, and should I spare one even a second of my attention, my anxiety comes running at me with a machete to ritually slaughter me for thinking for a second THAT was my highest priority.

I just want. To live. But I cannot. Because my brain doesn’t know what’s important. Except for. Being In a Domestic Cow Like State of UNTHINKING. and it makes me wanna explode my surroundings with my mind.

I’m getting a headache from being stuck in executive dysfunction too long and I donttt liikkeee iittttt.

LIKE. I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HAVIN A GOOD ONE. I was supposed to be feelin a GOOD EMOTION SPARKED. INSPIRATION. INSPIRATION FOR MY DESIRE TO WRITE A STORY. But instead. I was smacked with that reminder that. I don’t choose what’s important and what needs to be done and if I do it. I don’t get to choose. So why both having dreams? Why bother having wants? Wishes? Why bother? (It would matter more if I had a community that HELPS ME and maybe I have a community that PROTECTS me but that’s. Not the same. I feel so fuckin brainless. My thoughts bounce in every direction but go Nowhere. They loop back on themselves and fight each other like rabid animals. I don’t know how I’m supposed to live with a brain like this. Forever. Happily. Not without reliable support. Which doesn’t exist. There is no such thing as reliable. Everything is temporary. So it’s always fINE THEN you have to FIND A WAY TO COPE. ALONE? FOREVER? It’s bullshit. I hate this shit. Ahhhhh.

I wanted to think Ooo Ahh inspiration for a story I want to write so bad.

But it just went ‘when. When will you write. How. Will you be afloat. Will it distract you. Distract you from friends from life from stability? You can’t even take care of yourself you don’t deserve to do anything until you can take care of yourself and function with others and *you have so many other higher priorities that will kill you if you do not attend to them first*’

Weeps

THERAPIST SAID I DIDNT HAVE OCD. NOT EVEN PURE O. AND MAYBE SHE RIGHT. I CAN STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. IF PUSHED IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. WHICH IM NEVER. BECAUSE IM ALONE. AND THAT MEANS I END UP RUMINATING TIL I HAVE HEART AND STOMACH PAINS. AHHHHHHH.

Awoooo

Awoooo

I hate it

[imeminemp3]

honestly it is so fun watching interviews of people and u start to pick up on little things in the way they talk, mannerisms, even stories they tell over and over

[judasiskariotapologist]

i think the best part of ola salo's translation is that he made the apostles be from one specific town in sweden

[talk2move-fundraising]

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[shymaidxn]

how do you best like to be loved ?

write me your words of wonder

you want to be thought of with intent, for someone to sit down and want to share their thoughts with you specifically. and their thoughts about you, even more. for someone to Know you, or at least desire the knowledge. for them to write it out in a way that you can read as quickly or slowly as you desire. that you can reread again and again, or lock in a box and never read after that first quick consumption. you crave that tangibility. and the small moments that lead up to the letter being in your hand. to be told, 'it's in the mail' and then to have the simple joy of checking the mailbox to see if it has come today. to hold the envelope and feel the love within. there is a purpose of intent within physically written words, and it patches the parts of you that feel like you aren't worth thinking about. my darling, know that you are. you are worth intentional thought and cursive letters and an envelope sealed with a kiss.

[ququoquaw]

i am thinking of words

[foineswoine]

what the fucjk???? jreg making music that actually unironically goes kinda hard???? insaneee

[gilverrwrites]

idk if this is too weird or dark but I’ve been thinking about Arkham Knight Jason and Slade ruining Jason’s replacement by brainwashing her or feeding her Ivy’s aphrodisiacs, so every time one of them walks in the room, you’re ready to please them. You learn to automatically open your legs or get on your knees when you hear heavy boots approaching wherever Jason’s keeping you. Jason films a lot of it too, like when Slade will find a spot on the floor and you’ll immediately move to straddle him, grinding a little as you lean down to suck the old man’s tongue.

Related posts: one, two, three, and four.

WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, brainwashing, corruption, degradation, spit. Just, these two should come with one of those toxic waste symbols on their heads.

Oooohhhhhhhhh, Ivy’s aphrodisiacs but not telling/gaslighting you into believing it's all on you, you just want them so fucking bad. You're lucky to have them to take care of you. Your body isn't betraying you, it just knows better. It's your base instincts telling you you're not meant for heroism, you're meant for fucking these nasty, dirty men.

That's why you feel so flushed whenever they're in the same room as you, that's why you can't help opening your legs and bucking your hips when they look your way, that's why just the graze of their gloved fingers on your cheek makes you cry in frustration, makes you beg for more.

"You should be so fucking grateful, letting you ride our dicks." Jason likes to taunt, with his face buried in your bouncing tits, finger in the flesh of your hips. "Where would you be without us? Still at Batman's beck and call. Waste of a perfectly good slut."

There was a time when you would kick and scream whenever you were even left alone with Slade. He used to tease you, threatening to bind and gag you, knowing full well he much preferred the thrill of the fight, preferred taming you the hard way. Now, now he just whistles and you're at his feet like a good little bitch in heat.

"I don't think a minute goes by where you‘re not thinking about this cock being inside you. Is that right?" He'll coo as he holds you steady, cock pulsing in the back of your throat, making sure you choke on him until tears are streaming down your pretty face. When he finally lets you go, you know to say 'Yes, sir." If you want him to keep using you.

Also, anon, I gotta say, the image of Jason filming while you grind in Slade, sucking his tongue, fingering his silver chest hair, just being a good girl for that filthy old man is sending me and has been since I read this like WHAT.

Jason jacking off to the whole display, spitting the vilest shit while you grind a stain into Slade's pant leg with your disgustingly wet pussy. “You like that, you needy whore? Old mans barely even touched you and you're creaming all over him.

Feels good, right? Letting your body do what it wants, take what it needs?

Oh just you wait ‘til I get my hands on you baby, you're not gonna know a word that isn't ‘fuck’ and ‘please’ by the time I'm done.”

Slade doesn't even care when Jason calls him an ‘old man’, not when you're sitting pretty, drooling on his fingers and begging for a good fuck.

"You look so good getting fucked like that, pretty girl." "She feels fucking good, you like that don't ya?" "Yeah! Yeahyeahyeah yeah, please don't stop." "Oh, don't worry, you nasty slut, I'm not stopping anytime soon." "Now smile for the camera bat-brat, this is going out to all of Gotham. Say 'Hi Batman!' Ha, blow him a big kiss baby."

And you're so fucking out of it from the pheromones or just, the euphoria of being bent and twisted and praised and degraded and railed just right, or whatever reason, that you do exactly that; With Jason's fist in your hair, his spit on your face, a smile on your lips. You flutter your lashes, waving limply into the lens as you say 'H-hi Batman! MuWAH!'

Shit, what if when they're not around they have all the footage Jason took playing on a loop wherever they're holding you. Intermitted with clip/photos of you pre-capture To remind you of how far you've fallen.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

May I request Sonic x reader, in which Sonic finds out reader has a child from a past relationship, I think it would be cute to see Sonic be the cool stepdad, he would 100% say some cringy shit like “I’m not a stepdad..I’m the dad that stepped up”, I also want reader to reassure Sonic that they didn’t start dating him as a “rebound” from their past lover, dad sonic is so cute (^｡^)

Take your time!

🦔

“Always Happy to Help”

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog x Parent Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Having recently started dating Sonic, you didn’t expect him to find out about [Child’s Name]. But luckily for you, he was happy to help you out!

Notes: Ahhh, a classic one. Sonic does have the “I’m not the stepdad, I’m the dad that stepped up” vibes in this one, fr.

(Reader and their kid will be gender-neutral.)

(Both Reader and Sonic are adults, like how I usually write the Sonic characters.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

– – – – – – – – – – – –

It was a typical day for you and Sonic. You had actually managed to convince him to come over and hang out with you.

Why was this so important, you might ask?

You finally felt ready to tell Sonic about [Child’s Name].

And no, don’t worry, you didn’t cheat on him!

[Child’s Name] came from your past relationship, and you ended up getting full custody.

Sonic walks in, whistling a little bit.

“You got a nice place, [Name]!” Sonic says, looking around your place.

“Heh, I’m glad you like it!” you tell him. “Anyway, I have something, or, I suppose someone to show you.”

Sonic tilts his head to the side, confused, which he knows is way too adorable for his own good.

“[Child’s Name]! I’m home!” you announce.

“BABAAAA!” you hear [Child’s Name] yell, rushing out of their room and hugging your leg. “I missed you, Baba!”

“Hehe! Baba missed you too,” you tell them. “Did you enjoy your time with Aunt Amy?”

“Yeahyeahyeah! Ambie showed me how to make cookies!” [Child’s Name] announces.

“Yeah, we had a lot of fun!” Amy states, having come out of [Child’s Name]’s room.

“I have so many questions,” Sonic mutters.

“Sonic, this is my kid, [Child’s Name],” you tell him. “Amy’s been babysitting them whenever we go on dates.”

“How long have you had a kid?! And why didn’t you tell me about this CUTIE SOONER?!” Sonic asks, picking up [Child’s Name] and spinning them, causing them to giggle uncontrollably.

“That’s what I was saying! [Child’s Name] is a cutie patoot!” Amy states.

“Am cute patoot!” [Child’s Name] repeats.

“You are a cutie patootie!” you tell them.

“How long have you had them, [Nickname]?” Sonic asks you.

“Oh, a couple years before I met you,” you state.

“Baba, is this my new Dada?” [Child’s Name] asks you.

“Only if you want him to be,” you tell them.

[Child’s Name] thinks for a moment before nodding.

“New Dada,” [Child’s Name] says, snuggling into Sonic.

“Sayyyy, you didn’t start dating me just to get a new parent for the kid, did you?” Sonic asks jokingly.

“Of course not, silly,” you tell him. “I started dating you because you stole my heart.”

“Hehe, good to hear,” he says, chuckling.

The next day, Sonic went out and bought a shirt that read, “I’M NOT THE STEPDAD, I’M THE DAD THAT STEPPED UP.”

Typical Sonic.

[cjlouwho]

Dear CJ,

I saw your post about needing Tommy bent over a table and I have to say that I too need this and I was wondering if you felt it in your heart to provide your thirsty fans, like me, with some more Bottom!Tommy? I feel you wanting him bent over a table would add to the hotness.

Thank you if you do write it,

Love,

Me!

A new addition to my Spite series! Read below or on ao3

Tommy's not exactly sure how he ended ass up with his face pressed against the dining room table, but it was hard to think of anything with three of Buck's fingers working their way inside of him.

"Uh, uh, uh," he panted, gripping onto the sides of the table as Buck twisted his hand on each thrust. "Ev- Evan, ohyesplease, Evan."

"That feel good, Baby?" Buck asked, his free hand pressing down at the small of Tommy's back.

"Uhhhh, uh-huh." There was a little puddle of drool just below Tommy's mouth. His whole body felt tingly. Cool where it laid against the table, but the rest of him burned like fire in the best way.

"You wanna come on my fingers or my cock?"

"Fuck," Tommy whined, voice just above a whisper. "Fuck. Shit, yeah."

Buck laughed, patting his hand against Tommy's thigh. "Babe, you hear me?"

"Mmm," Tommy pushed himself back on Buck's fingers as he stilled inside of him. "I'll do it. I'll work for it, Evan, yeahyeahyeah."

Once it was clear that Tommy wasn't paying attention to a word Buck was saying, Buck pulled his fingers out of Tommy entirely.

The sound that escaped Tommy's mouth was something akin to a puppy being crate trained. Hands still firmly gripped to the table, he lifted his head enough to look back at Buck.

"What... Why?"

Buck ran his hands up and down Tommy's back, kneading into the muscle. "You weren't listening to me," Buck informed him, leaning down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Wanted to make sure you were still here."

"I'm here, I'm here," Tommy sighed, wiggling his ass against Buck. "What did you want?"

Buck snorted. "I asked if you wanna come on my fingers or my cock."

"Cock, I- I want your cock, please," Tommy pled. "Put it in me, come in me, make it drip down my legs."

"Fuck, Tommy." Buck grabbed the lube off the table and slicked up his cock before holding onto Tommy's hips and lining himself up.

He was gonna go slow, but Tommy had other plans. The second he felt the head of Buck's cock inside him, he pushed back until Buck was all the way in.

"Fuck!" Buck exclaimed, nearly coming right then and there. "Shit, Tommy, you're really desperate for it, aren't you?"

Tommy managed to hold onto the table tight enough to pull up and give himself some leverage. He used that leverage to begin working himself up and down Buck's cock. "For you," he replied, his own cock dripping with precum, "Always."