wet-optimus-prime-toast
Garbled Nonsense
21, posting what I wantMinors DNI
429 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
pasteurellapestis
Necrotizing Fasciitis
sl-arbeitsamt
SL-Job Agency
dylanblee
Dylan Lee
spotofmylife
bazen_
acoconutmilktart-blog
一個椰汁奶撻
Text
REBECCA IS THE FUCKIN BEST
Fight me on THAT
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
if ellie discovered deez nuts jokes there would never be peace on earth
625 notes
·
View notes
Text
I have some older art tips that I keep forgetting to post here. I'll add a few in the next few days, at least those that aren't too outdated!
This one is about giving an extra feel of weight to your characters.
50K notes
·
View notes
Text
Me watching David carrying an unconscious Ellie away
276 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Some of the most beautiful lgbtq+ stories and they’re in the middle of a dying world 🫶
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
No one:
People adding granola to yogurt: I like my fruit cream with a little crunch
0 notes
Text
10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board
313K notes
·
View notes
Photo
You laughed, motherfucker
I didn’t laugh.
PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER
THE LAST OF US | 1.04 PLEASE HOLD ON TO MY HAND
27K notes
·
View notes
Text
You're conducting a dangerous research
Remember to bring sweets
58K notes
·
View notes
Text
It's hilarious to me when people complain about AO3 and its policies, and what they allow on the site - but it's ESPECIALLY funny when people complain like "Why can't the freaks make their own site and just go there?"
Sweetie... AO3 is the site for that. Y'all invaded our space.
Wattpad and FFN still exist. Go there. They're as shitty and G-rated as you want. You can't have the luxuries that AO3 offers if you're gonna be a little bitch about its policies. Imagine walking into a strip club and complaining about the alcohol and naked ladies when there's a god damn Dennys next door you could have gone to. Christ.
100K notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s not much but it’s honest work
shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay
150K notes
·
View notes
Text
Another Eddie sketch for you guys :3 sorry for the lack of writing I’ve been very mentally tired. I’ll be back at it soon tho!
( Feel free to share but PLEASE either tag me or just reblog it so I can still get some credit :) )
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
Mom? | E.M
Description: Eddie never told you about his mom or the history he has with her. One night she stops by for an impromptu visit and you find out why she’s not in his life anymore.
CW: smut, mentions of SA, incest, abuse, manipulation, spelling/grammar errors
18+ MINORS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED
“F-fuck harder-“ you gasp into Eddie’s neck. Eddie twists his head to connect his lips to yours. You moan into his mouth as he raises a leg over his hip. He pulls your bottom lip back with his teeth. Your eyes roll back as your body shudders into his.
“Mmh~ that’s my girl. So fucking perfect.” He says as he keeps his punishing pace, chasing his own release. Your cum makes it easier for him to slip in and out of you. “Fuck m’ gonna cum. M gonna cum in you, can I? Please let me, fuck Y/N.”
“Yes!” You gasp. Eddie holds your hips down, sucking a dark bruise behind your ear as he shoots inside of you. You hold onto him after he stops. His body goes slack as you play with his hair. Black Sabbath and smoke from Eddie’s cigarette mingle around you. Eddies thumbs brush your hips gently, massaging them after being positioned in different angles.
“D’ya want something to drink? Should probably get a water.” Eddie says into your ear. You turn and kiss his cheek.
“Yes please,” you say groggily. Eddie carefully sits up, dipping down once to kiss you before fully standing. He slips on a pair of shorts without boxers, leaving all of the tattoos on his upper body open for you to see. He had quite a few hiding on his legs too, but aside from moments like these or going swimming not many saw them. You snatch his shirt from the corner of the bed and pull over your frame.
Eddie cringes at himself as he realizes he’s going to have to wash you a glass just to drink out of. He really needs to get around to these dishes before Wayne gets home. It is the one thing he asked Eddie to do today. He flips on the water and squeezes the dish soap on a cloth that happened the be laying next to the counter. It’s not until it’s under the faucet he realizes it’s a potholder but he figures it will do anyway.
Eddie hears Wayne’s car pull up to the trailer as he’s rinsing out Y/N’s glass. He rings the pot holder out, throwing it at the dirty laundry bin-he misses- and fills up the glass with colder water. As he’s passing the door, someone taps on it
Eddie opens the door as he walks by without looking, inviting the person into the house under the assumption it’s Wayne with his hands full. “Hey sorry about the dishes I’m going to do them here in a second.” He sets the glass on his night stand.
You sit up suddenly, covering your bottom half. In Eddie’s hallway stands a woman with long, dark ringlets. Her high cheekbones and big brown eyes make it very clear that the two are related. Eddie whips around and suddenly his legs feel like jello.
“M-mom?” He doesn’t even want to call her that. He can’t help but say it.
“Edward, my goodness that is you!” She says with a bright smile. “Aren’t you going to introduce me? Is this your friend?” Her eyes crinkle at the word and Eddie feels like someone stabbed an icicle through his chest. She walks further into the trailer, into his room.
“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks.
“I just wanted to visit you! It’s been such a long time.“ She traces her fingers along the posters. “My my, just like your daddy. All this rock music,” she turns to Eddie “and you! Look at you all grown up, you’re so handsome~” She’s in Eddie’s personal space now, touching his hair and twirling it around her finger. Her hand traces the tattoos that decorate Eddie’s chest.
“No ‘mom’ tattoo?” She pouts at him.
You’re confused by her body language. If she’s Eddie’s mom why is she so…close? Eddie is as tense as a statue.
“S-stop touching me. I don’t want you to do that.” Eddie says but he can’t bring himself to physically push her hands away.
“Right of course, that’s her job now right?”
Part 2
#eddie munson#mom#emotional incest#incest#sa#sa eddie munson#hurt eddie munson#whump#hurt comfort#smut
73 notes
·
View notes