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wovenvessel · 8 months
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The overwhelming urge to make Bmc animatics like you’ve always dreamed but u have no knowledge, no time, no energy, no money, no bitches—
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years
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bonus Afton’d Reader au content
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in case anyone was worried that Sun and Moon weren’t absolutely had over heels for Reader in this au, dont u fret, they are. somehow even more so than before. theyre out here simping on main for a person who daydreams abt breaking the kneecaps of the FazCo industry
(in this AU, reader isnt neccesarily a murderer, not unless pushed to the point of no return, what they want is for every shitty person working for FazCo to suffer some small amount of the same pain the people hurt and maimed by the company have. basically an eye for an eye, but projected onto every crummy corporate bastard that swept ‘accidents’ under the rug and pretends they never happened)
another, slightly darker, doodle under the cut (tw for implied blood and dead body):
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this one is a lil something i like to call, “have you ever known someone who would do anything for you, and looked them in the eye after they HAVE done anything for you?”
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wolfsnape · 5 days
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Moi : J'aurais aimé que ces gamins puissent grandir ailleurs que dans une maison en feu
Partenaire de galère :
Partenaire de galère : Ok tu peux pas dire des dingueries comme ça et enchaîner sur l'activité kayak
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rosalind-hawkins · 2 months
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Power of Three: Preview
Duke uncapped the bottle and poured its contents out into his hand, then started carefully replacing the pills into the bottle one at a time, counting them. Twenty-one pills remaining.
A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye startled him and his heart almost leapt out of his chest.
Seto stood there in the crack of the bathroom door, silent, shadowed, inscrutable. Watching.
“How long have you been standing there?” Duke asked breathlessly, trying not to show how much Seto’s appearance had scared him.
“Long enough.”
It didn’t really matter how long he had been standing there. Duke was holding something of his that was private in nature, something he had no right to be holding.
The dice-master looked back at the medicine bottle in his hand and carefully replaced the lid, making sure it was secure. Green eyes fixed on the orange bottle as he prepared to speak again.
“What’s this medicine for, Seto?”
Duke counted each breath the brunette took while waiting for his answer. Finally, he tilted his head and spoke.
“The doctor calls them panic attacks.”
Duke mused over the words for a few moments, then held out the pill bottle and met his gaze.
“What do you call them?”
Kaiba took back the pills and examined the label, as if he didn’t already know what they were.
“Memories.”
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toastandbananas · 8 months
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Damn I really need to start putting myself first
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youwouldntlietopapa · 8 months
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If it isn't too much trouble, might I request some wholesome headcanons for the Papa (or Papas) of your choice helping a reader who has seasonal affective disorder, and gets depressed during the winter time when it isn't as sunny out and all the colorful plants and trees are dead/dormant?
Doesn't have to be multiple Papas, just whoever you feel like writing for :3
Not too much trouble at all! This was extremely cute and I needed that. Thank you!
All right, here we go.
Primo:
He’s not particularly fond of the winter either. The cold makes his joints ache and not having his garden to work in leaves him with too much time on his hands.
It does give him an idea to help you both however and he goes on a bit of a shopping spree.
Suddenly your quarters are filled with plants. Brightly coloured potted plants of all types. Succulents and flowers and vines, a massive monstera, and a fern or two.
Among his shopping haul are a few rather high end grow lights. After doing some reading, he discovered they can also help with SAD, so win-win.
“They make the plants happy and they make you happy. You see? I say you are il mio fiore prezioso (my precious flower) and science says also to treat you like so. Good light. Plant friends. More water. You know how good I take care of my garden, amore. I don’t let you wilt, eh?”
He’d been so grumpy about being stuck inside and having nothing to keep himself busy with, he finally has something to throw himself into.
Making you happy makes him happy, everyone benefits.
Also gives you a chance to buy him a very silly “Plant Dad” shirt.
Secondo:
He doesn’t say much at first, seeing there’s a problem and quietly going about trying to find a solution.
You are sad, so doing things for you he knows you usually make you happy makes sense. But this seems like something else.
Finally gives in and just asks. He’s very bad at guessing. He tries, but he’s so bad at it. Please just tell this man.
Once he understands the problem, he can plan properly. And, luckily, he has SO many saved holiday hours. Besides, there’s the Abbey in Rome. He can work from there just as easily. If not more so.
Immediately books you both a trip to Italy and rents a private villa with a view.
He plays tour guide every time you go out and is, genuinely, excited to show you everything. Places he grew up, that he loves and has missed, all the food and wine and art and history.
For Secondo, who is often a man of few words, he talks more than you’ve ever heard him speak in the weeks you’re there. The sunshine and the warmth and the beauty definitely improve your mood, but seeing him almost giddy over getting to introduce you to new things might actually be the best part.
Or maybe seeing him in a speedo when you go to the beach.
Both. Probably both.
Terzo:
This man can’t stand seeing you sad. He NEEDS to fix this.
Much like Primo, he goes shopping. Unlike Primo, he fills your quarters with every rose he could lay his hands on.
When you find him, he’s laid out on the bed only covered by a few strategically placed rose petals. Nips and bits.
He also has a new collection of the gaudiest floral shirts, suits, and ties you’ve ever seen.
After deciding that just sitting with the sun lamp isn’t enough to cheer anyone up, he sets up a “picnic” on the floor. Blanket, basket, and all the extras laid out under the lamp. So you can enjoy the sunshine and his company.
He will do pretty much anything it takes to make you smile. Including coming to find you in his Papal robes and nothing else, and shaving his pubes into fun and amusing shapes.
And, at the end of the day, he’ll make your favourite dinner, put on your favourite movie, and wrap you in cuddles and kisses and love.
Copia:
He struggles with SAD as well. It’s something he usually just tries to bully himself into dealing with and keeping it to himself.
But you’re not him. You’re important. For the first time he’s actually motivated to try and find something that helps.
All the things he privately brushed off as “silly” or deciding they wouldn’t work, he’s suddenly eager to try for your sake.
He thinks that, at least if you’re happy, and he helped, he’ll feel better.
The truth is, he’s helping himself as much as you.
Not everything works, but you tried it together and that made it worth while.
Some things are genuinely helpful and doing those things together is also made even better.
Just knowing that neither of you are alone and that you both have someone who understands and has your back is the most helpful thing.
Especially on days when one of you is just not in a mood to be cheered up, you know that’s okay. That you’re allowed to be sad and they’ll be there in whatever way you need without judging you or being weird about it.
You found things that worked and that didn’t together. You can do this together too.
He does make one purchase though. A pair of unicorn onsies. For bad days. So you can put on something both comfy and silly. Which, more often than not, is actually helpful. Especially watching him trying to sneak to the kitchens for snacks in his without getting caught.
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antimony-ore · 4 months
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How did that inner circle post put you in danger ?
Thanks for asking @bonerwater
It didn't directly, but my dumb ass takes in everything I read here like subliminal cues on how to behave and I started to talk to my gay mutuals more after reading that post, and two(2) of the men I started talking to ended up being cops and/or investigators that were using the guise of being fellow gay men interested in me to collect nude photos of me as well as continuously asking questions about whether I do drugs or other illegal activities and then vanished from my life entirely when I started asking questions back.
I worry someone putting even less forethought than I did into the posts they read here will read posts like this one I remembered specifically and get sex trafficked, exploited, or investigated by someone pretending to be a friend for a long period of time like what happened to me.
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illiana-mystery · 2 years
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I want to give him a kiss, kiss, because I'm falling in love.
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ghost-of-you · 2 years
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Someone tell me not to make an emotional Calum set based on the tags someone just left in a football Calum set.
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valengory1234 · 2 years
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Me intentionally going into the max mayfield tags: she’s my fav <3
Also me tho: stop hurting me stop hurting me stop hurting me stop hurting me stop….
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lindypindy · 2 years
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😐
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thestarseersystem · 2 years
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I keep going in between absolutely fucking sad to furious and don't give a shit.
I wish people understood that I used to think I was cursed because I couldn't maintain or keep any of my friendships, that I was too much, that I was causing chaos and drama for merely stating my feelings or opinions.
I have delusions because of someone who used to target me, and led me on. Someone I believed to the full extent and all they did was lie.
So like,, when people come and tell me maybe, I've been lied to, or that it's my fault things happened, I get so sad, angry and confused. You have no idea how much I lie awake each night just wondering what if it was different, if I wasn't different.
It's not fair. I don't want to lose people. I've lost people just by clinging too tightly. I don't want to be the reason that people end up suffering, but it happens over and over again.
I am terrified,,, I am so terrified to lose people. So it's impossible for people to know who I am, or else they'd eventually leave. I am so angry and sad. I only have the people who decided to be with me, no matter what.
It doesn't matter.... They said they'd come back,,, but it still hurts.
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queenhollyberry90 · 2 years
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HOOK looks like Tom Holland without the 'frogs in his mouth'
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getrope1 · 2 months
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You cant make this shit up
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littlelightfish · 23 days
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Funny things I found out playing with language setting in Netflix while looking episode 15:
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Chilchuck's scream sounds HAUNTED in brazilian portuguese. Give it a try if you can.
(You can hear it here)
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In spanish dub, Senshi says: "tocó mis senos de hombre", which means "he touched my man boobs" in Spanish. And I think that's the best dub line one so far.
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