Fucking love the final flashback montage in saw VI because the way they edited it makes it look like hoffman is pissing directly on an unconscious erickson's bald head

Ive been cry laugghing for five fucking minutes

he's so immature somebody stop him somebody deck him

ultimately when it comes to shipping and fandom space treatment of aspec characters i just don't accept "aro/ace people can still date/have sex" as an answer from nonaspecs. like yeah. mhm. okay. now i think we both know that you're not saying that out of real interest in the diversity of aspec experiences. so you can turn in your seventeen-page essay on why and how you plan to examine this character's aspec identity within the context of a romantic or sexual relationship complete with evidence from canon and peer reviews from multiple aspec people within the next week or i'm putting you in the pit from the edgar allen poe story

im so fucking tired of the disrespect gifmakers get on the gifmaker website

just how can i protect your smile?

"dude its not that embarassing to rewatch some creepypasta stuff you liked as a teenager" the character i imprinted on like a baby duck at 16 was a demon from new jersey that acts like the humanization of every offspring song and canonically listens to scissor sisters. His favorite color is purple and his favorite pokemon is Gengar. He leaves people notes with emojis on them. He acts like a beetlejuice scare actor at halloween horror nights. His catchphrase is "feeling sassy?" Hes (allegedly) worked with every war criminal throughout history and been every serial killer. even the gay ones. he ate a baby. his animal motif is a rabbit. hes kind of based off donnie darko. he talks to his cats in a baby voice. he wears a white fedora that makes every video he wears it in feel dated by like 7 years. hes 5'3. he hacked a girls tumblr blog. he added a laugh track over a video of him killing people. he named a chainsaw rex. he torments people by playing frank sinatra at them. his name comes from an animal collective song. theres a canon blog entry where he makes the speakers blare rob zombie before he enters a room, then holds a guy at gunpoint to describe what he did to to him while "making sure to leave in all the cool parts". Hes like ten tumblr sexymen traits rolled into one. Sometimes his voice gets distorted and it makes him sound like Bill Ciphers first year on HRT. For some fucking reason i associate the song Cake By The Ocean with him. I firmly believe that if everymanhybrid didn't require a masters degree in creepypasta autism to comprehend, he would've caused more teenage stabbings than the slenderman incident and more kin war tumblr scenarios than nagito komaeda.

Newest drawing!! I will never not draw Ashley where I can

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something about eddie going from "can you hear me" when he's on the ladder to "talk to me" like he's so desperate for buck to be responsive that he drops the pretences of a question and just starts straight up begging and demanding buck talk to him. and the shift from passive just hearing to eddie's terror growing so much that he needs to hear buck's voice so that he knows he's okay.

pathologic 2 || krakowski spleen (cracow gloom) (also available on yt)

I await the wind that will disperse Those dark, tangled curtains Then, at once, I will stand Face to face with the sun

tex red vs blue is insanely transgender but im the only one who sees it that way because im crazy in the head.

what if there was a past version of yourself. a woman, a wife, a mother, with long hair and a sweet smile. and she died long ago. and you are her. but you are not her. you're nothing like her, but the people who knew her desperately want you to be her, want to preserve the memory they have in their minds of the woman they loved through you. but you never asked to be her, never asked to carry the burden of someone else's expectation of who or what you should be. you have a new name. you prefer to go by this one. people remark on how weird it is that it's a guy's name. sometimes the people who loved [the past version of] you call you by your old name. they are not referring to you when they say it. you live in the shadows of someone who's long gone, and you're something different now, but you don't feel like you're ever allowed to define yourself on your own terms, to be your own person, to control your own life, because you exist solely through the memories people had of you. and the longer she has been gone for, the more desperately people try to get her back, the less you resemble her and the less you know who you are, or if you ever even got to be anything at all. what i mean is that transition could have saved him

I was wondering if there were any developments on alpha!goose and omega/alpha!ghost?? I’m sorry if that sounds pressury or pushy at all and if it does I APOLOGIZE FOR SOUNDING RUDE. I just think about them daily and how you described the dynamics. I’m just UGH so obsessed with your brain and what you write it’s genuinely so amazing.

On GOD I thought I was the only one who cared about that I have just quietly been writing it for myself behind the scenes. Here.

It’s the first heat Ghost’s spent like this, with someone else. He pushes you against the wall of the tub, the water sloshing over the side as he drills into you. His hips snap, chasing the desperate building need in the pit of his stomach with panting breaths. You tip your head back as best you can, your lashes fluttering as you murmur soft praises. Your words barely reach his ears, too consumed by the fire of heat to need the dirty talk. Ghost tips his head, his teeth dragging against your neck, breathing in your signature. The soft peach fuzz on his tongue makes his mouth water, and his teeth itch. You smell warm and fruity, like if he bit you the juices would drip out of his mouth.

You tug at his hair and he realizes he’s doing just that, biting. Your fingers are tight and insistent as they pull him away from your neck and the quickly reddening bruise he’s just left. Not hard enough, he thinks, dragging his tongue along the mark apologetically. He feels more animal than mam, desperate and clawing for more of every part of you. He holds his open mouth against the bite, breathing deep to try and fix his head. It only makes it worse, you smell like a dream, smell like you're his. The sweet anise of his signature mixing with your peachy warmth, a man could lose his mind like this.

He rocks into you shallowly, the way your pussy clenches and clings to his cock is almost as intoxicating as your scent. Your hiccuped moans bounce around his skull, the only thing reaching him through his heat. He must be hitting the right spot, the way you're clawing at his hips makes him think he is. Ghost moves a hand from your hip to hold your throat, feeling the vibrations of your moans like a lifeline.

If he could just stop the buzzing under his skin, the sticky sweaty feeling that claws its way over him. His hips snap against yours, he can feel the recoil of your ass, the way you push back into the hard thrust, his eyes flutter closed to enjoy it. Mind numbing. He's not so far into his heat to be fully gone, but rational thought certainly isn't his number one concern right now. You're so warm and tight around him, so wet, he can hear the slick sound of your pussy with each thrust. Your jaw bumps against his fingers, your mouth open without any sound as he grinds the tip of his cock deep against you.

He's close, and he knows you must be too, the way you've tightened around his cock. It's harder to pull out, your cunt doing its best to keep him inside, to make sure when he does come you don't lose a drop. Fuck, he wants to fill you so badly, wants you to feel as animal as he does, he wants to knock you up.

"Fuck it," Ghost grunts, before burying his teeth in the crook of your neck. He bites hard, feels something deep and primal breaking between his teeth, like a glass vial being pressed just on the edge of too hard. He holds it there and you stiffen, shaking as you come with his name on your lips. Ghost gives a final hard thrust into you and feels your cunt lock tight around his cock.

"Si-mon," you hiccup, the fluttering of your pussy milking his cock for every drop of come. He growls, risks biting deeper, breaking that glass, you just squeeze him all the tighter. Simon loosens his bite, his head starting to clear as he presses down against your heavily. You yelp and brace your hands on the tub wall to keep his weight from taking both of you down.

The needy skin crawling buzz in his body is abated for now, settled back into a sort of fuzzy heat in the back of his mind. He could fall asleep like this. Actually, he might do just that.

"No, no, Simon, wait," you reach back to pat his cheek. Simon makes a 'mmpf' noise, nosing the deep bruise he left on you, enjoying the gentle warmth of your skin, the juicy burst of your signature. You try again, patting harder with a soft whine, "Baby sit down at least."

Simon wraps his arms tight around your waist and drags you back down into the warm water. He tips his head to rest against the towels you'd set up and takes a deep breath. You settle back against him, familiar scent and weight pushing him further towards sleep. Fucking hell he hasn't slept well in days.

You reach back to scratch your blunt nails through his short cropped hair. "Good boy," you purr, and Simon grunts out half a reply.

Probably none of you people that talk about weed, cocaine, and other drugs actually know about where they come from and are made

People in latin america are tortured and forced into working for cartels to produce and transport all of their shit to you little happy jolly good time with friends, children die in poverty, teenagers abandon their mediocre education to become dealers or join the same cartels that control the city where they live because there's literally nothing else they can do, women are abused and trafficked to please these people, even little girls no older than your little sisters or cousins

The exploitation of the "third world"/global south is not just about legal resources and products, capitalism covers the "black market" and the criminal underworld's economy wich is why i consider the most immoral and disgusting socioeconomic model, millions have died so you can get your stupid fucking plant and yap about world peace as a privileged fucking hippie piece of shit

The cartels don't run the countries and get military level equipment just like that out of nowhere, the countries aren't poor just because, everything has a reason and an origin, remember this

I really am starting to notice a pattern in Helluva Boss:

1. Introduce new character that’s a threat or antagonist

2. Have them disappear for episodes and never be mentioned by the main characters or acknowledged, not affecting the main narrative at all.

3. Insert Stolitz episode or filler episode with the characters the exact same and never changing or adapting

4. Bring said antagonistic character back in the most underwhelming way possible

Repeat.

Was gonna write a long ass post about this but honestly I think I've said everything that could be said but it is really insane to me still that Hank McCoy loved the X-Men enough to torture, kill, assault and betray anyone that needed torturing, killing, assaulting or betrayed, but he didn't love them half as much as he loved Simon Williams. Isn't it insane that Simon was the only man in the 5 years we've seen him descend to give him something resembling a conscience, to make him give up everything if it meant Simon would be safe. Isn't that fucking insane.

I know I’m late but idc that person who tried to spread fake allegations about tubbo is so fucking stupid. Like yeah, the obviously fake story is telling enough but their lack of forethought as to what they’re actually doing is just crazy.

They outright used Tubbo’s name and blatantly accused him of a crime that he didn’t commit. AND if his viewers can defend him based on the limited evidence we have, I can only imagine what his lawyer could do if given the opportunity. This random person has potentially put themselves in so much legal trouble and for what? goddamn twitter likes???? Like congratulations, thanks to your actions not only will you rot in hell but also possible rot in jail as well.

It hasn’t even been a month since Cellbit’s twitter calúnia case was made public and yet we still have people who don’t understand that their actions have consequences ESPECIALLY IF ITS FUCKING ILLEGAL