#fuck it im tagging it im tired im angry fucking hell

[the-kipsabian]

watching old stuff (like, beginning of aew) and this is kips first match of tv/dynamite. the fact that he can hang with the fucking elite says so much of the level of talent he actually has

the crowd is chanting "this is awesome" while hes in the ring, having winning offense against matt jackson

hes being put on notice here. he makes people take a double take. he doing well in a tag match against the elite. he had a banger before with hangman. he won the first ever singles match in aew history

so fucking by god tell me why is kip sabian still overlook, under rated as all hell and not given opportunities to prove himself when back FOUR YEARS AGO he was this fucking good and now hes even better

#fuck it im tagging it im tired im angry fucking hell #kip sabian #IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THIS CONVERSATION GOD GET TK ON THE PHONE I WILL YELL AT HIM #like. what fucking gives. what the fuck #i get it he got dealt with few bad cards (jh. miro. injury with long recovery. personal stuff) but still #they completely fucking halted his progress after his initial return. discarded a character with HUGE potential #after he lost to oc all of it went to hell and down the drain and now they just arent using him #do you understand what this does to a fan. like do you get it at all #do you know how fucking irrationally upset and scared i am that aew will just not only cut him from programming but also let him go #because they dont think hes a draw. cause they arent giving him a chance. not even a single one. maybe once in a blue moon #but its not enough. they dont understand what they are missing. and its making me sad and upset and angry #when hes tried so fucking hard and worked so fucking hard and always been so fucking good but they dont see it #god sorry this match got to me but i fucking mean every fucking word god #box thoughts

[butchdykeorpheus]

bitching in the tags ignore me

#goddddd i hate being angry and frustrated and also i hate adhd #i am still pissed off at whoever in the flat decided to blast EDM in the morning when i was trying to catch up on sleep #after a long late retail shift and then taking over an hour to get home because the buses were being total shit #and with me knowing i won't be sleeping tonight. because this fucking essay needs me to do an all nighter #i want to scream. 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 #i have such a hard time coping with anger lmao im so bad at it #and i am SOOOOO tired and i am going to be awake so long!!!!!!! #im 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪 #i might call out sick from work on tuesday to give myself a chance in hell of like. recovering before i have to deliver therapy on weds #and also a chance to edit this stupid thing before i submit it #anyway!!!!!! anyway!!!!!!!!!! #im more annoyed than i really should be tbh my brain is just so fucking frustrating at the best of times. let alone underslept #gray.txt #uni tag

[caruliaa]

so great how my mum is making me change my diet for the sake of loosing weight nd making me feel like i have to eat less nd esp much less carbs nd the its leading to me feeling worse physically nd feeling so tired physically nd mentally and lacking energy and feeling angry nd miserable constantly. nd also deeply hungry ndf craving which makes me feel guilty.

#NOT LOOKING FOR LIKE. ANYONE TO TELL ME LOOSING WEIGHT IS A GOOD THING FUCK OFF IF U WERE GOING TO GO TO HELL #also like the feeling physically bad thing nd the tiredness i tihnk are in part caused by not getting much sleep #(but im getting around the amt i usually do its j tht ususally its not a lot so) #but this is def def contributing to it like majorly i think #also feeling angry nd miserable is prob also in part bc of like. well still the diet but more in how it bieng forced onto me #(someone w already a lot of issues w guilt over eating made MUCH MUCH fucking worse by this) #is making me feel #but again also majorly impacted by the actual diet itself #i mean also part of it is tht um. yesterday nd today i skipped lunch #which ik i rly rly rly shouldnt make a habit of ik i shldnt nd im gonnatry not to nd hopefully if i dont thtll help but like #idk i this is still obvs having a negative affect on me !! both mentally and physically !! #i mean see if my mum gives a shit i already know she doesnt care abt my mental health ig physical health isnt much of a streach after that #anyway it so late speaking of tired i need to get to sleep rly so badly huh #um. #vent #fatphobia tw #weight loss tw #diet mention #ask to tag

[bullet-prooflove]

Stockton!Series Part Six: Times Are Changing - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Bishop Losa & Marcus Alvarez)

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Stockton!Series:

Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.

Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.

Part Three: In the Dark - You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.

Part Four: Sierra - Marcus takes care of the men who tried to kill you.

Part Five: Maternal - Nestor and you take refuge at a familiar location.

It’s past midnight and Marcus sits alone in Templo. He’s taken the seat at the head of the table, his fingertips flicking through ‘The Good Book’, the one that Marcus had created when he founded the club all those years ago. Their history, their rules, their legacy, it’s all contained within these pages.

It’s been horrible couple of days, for him, for the MC, for his family, because that’s what you are to him, family. His daughter, born of fire and blood, the one that Ramos had tried to murder in her sleep, all over a grudge from something that happened when you were a child. Something you have no knowledge of, that’s he’s determined you’ll never have any knowledge of.

This book it plays a part in that.

As he reads it, he recognises the ramblings of the angry, violent man he used to be. The monster he calls it now, when he talks to Izzy.

He raises his head as Bishop enters through the stained-glass door. In each of his hands he holds a mug of coffee, the real stuff. Marcus would know that aromatic scent anywhere, it’s the same brand he keeps in his house. He sets one of the mugs in front of Marcus before he takes up residence in the V.P’s seat.

“Hell of a day.” Bishop says rubbing his hands over his weary features.

“Yea.” Marcus says as he picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip. “I’m just hoping they got the message otherwise things are about to get real fucked up.”

“Stockton was already fucked up. Things will change now Ramos is gone.” Bishop assures the other man. “Smokey’s tough, he’ll rein them in and the ones that don’t fall into line…I won’t shed any tears for them.”

Marcus shakes his head.

“I won’t either.”

There’s silence between the two of them for a moment, each man lost in his own thoughts. It shouldn’t have come down to this, they should have dealt with this problem long before Ramos had ever laid eyes on you.

“I haven’t seen that for a while.” Bishop utters, gesturing towards the book.

Marcus sighs heavily.

“Probably for good reason.” Marcus says before he turns the book towards Bishop.

The other man studies the words before shaking his head.

“It was a different time back then.” Bishop says, removing the cigarettes from inside of his kutte. He taps the box upon the table before removing one and placing it between his lips.

“We talk about women as if their property, something to be owned, to be traded when we get tired of them.” Marcus jabs his finger at the paper. “This book tells us their only good for sex or serving, it doesn’t talk about love or respect. Is it any wonder that charters like Stockton act the way they do when these are the values, we’ve instilled in them?”

Bishop lights up his cigarette, he takes a drag.

“The world is changing El Padrino. We have to adapt.” Bishop says as he taps the ash off the end of cigarette. “We care about our women here; we cherish them but other charters… It needs to be a message that goes out across the club. What happened the other day can’t be allowed to happen again, not to anyone. There needs to be repercussions for that type of shit.”

Marcus nods his agreement, his hands wrapping the mug.

“I’m proud of that you’ve done here primo, legitimising the MC, supporting the community.” He tells Bishop earnestly. “This charter’s become more than I could have dreamed of.”

“And all it took was for me to pull my head out of my ass.” Bishop remarks before he takes another drag on the cigarette as he watches Marcus withdraw an A6 notebook from the interior pocket of his kutte. He pushes it towards the other man with his fingertips.

“This is what I’ve put together, a revised edition of the by-laws.” Marcus tells Bishop before he drains the rest of his coffee.

Bishop reviews the changes before tapping his fingertip upon the paper and raising his eyes to meet Marcus’s.

“We need to talk about Taza.”

Marcus clasps his hands together, his lips pursing into a grim line.

“We have to lead by example El Padrino,” Bishop tells him, his voice gruff as he stubs out his cigarette. “He has suffered for so long under the weight of this secret, putting the club before himself over and over again. I can’t help but wonder how many other Tazas are out there, how many other brothers are struggling with something just like this and what happens to the ones that aren’t as strong as him.”

Marcus knows what he’s talking about, the suicides that leave no notes, the members that are quietly taken care of for an infraction that can’t be discussed.

“We have to do better.” Bishop tells him, picking up the cigarette box and tapping it upon the surface of the table.  “Every single one of us deserves to love who we love and not be punished for it.”

“You’re right.” Marcus says finally, picking up his pen and adding the amendment. “I’ll get this drawn up and sent out to the other charters.”

Marcus raises to his feet, tucking the notebook back into his kutte. His hand comes to rest upon Bishop’s shoulder, clasping it tightly.

“You’ve been leading the way for a while now, primo. It’s time for the other charters to get in line and follow.”

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[jake-g-lockley]

If you want to, no pressure, #19 with dear Marc fronting, but can contain all moon boys of course. Really anything you wanna do is fine with me. Just excited to see what you come up with lovely.

Problems (Marc Spector x reader)

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A/N: Melodyyyyyy hehe I love me some heated Marc Spector content too. Thanks for the ask lovelyy! 

Warnings: MDNI, Making out, dry humping (if ya squint mate), hair pulling, swearing, tiny mention of Wendy (im so fucking sorry y’all)

Word Count: 1.5k

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Marc Spector wasn’t in the best of moods.

He took a deep breath and held his textbooks close, counting random numbers to clear his head as the elevator brought him to his floor. He was exhausted, tired from the failing classes and yelling at the lecturers. He just wanted to dump all of his books onto his bed, grab his gym bag and release some steam in the gym. That was all he had to do to make him relax.

Simple right?

Wrong.

Marc’s other problem lived in his dorm with him and that problem was you. It had been weeks and the both of you had been trying hard to move out of the dorm, but everytime you did, there was a scheduling error that could not be solved which only made the both of you more frustrated. 

You had created a set of rules for the both of you to follow and you followed them religiously. You were the quiet studious girl while Marc was the unbothered jock who did not give a shit about any rule. That’s why the both of you didn’t get along. In fact, you hated each other with a burning passion, passion so fiery that you both could probably blow up the entire row of dorm rooms if you wanted to. 

Marc rolled his eyes and set his hand on the doorknob, knowing what awaited him on the other side. He flung the door open and you turned to glare at him from your desk. 

“Not a word, I don’t want to hear it.” Marc says before you even open your mouth.

“You fucked a chick here when I was at the library! Are you out of your goddamn mind, Spector?” you stood up and slammed your textbook close. 

“I said, I don’t want to hear it.” he pushed again, not wanting to look at you as he shoved things into his gym bag at a rapid pace. 

“You think it's fun to chase someone out of my dorm at 3 am in the fucking morning? You really think the world revolves around you huh?” your rage was boiling over you and you wanted nothing more than to beat Marc Spector to pulp with your bare hands.

You were tired with the way he waltzed around as if he owned the place, as if he could just do as he pleased wherever and whenever. He was moving around the room, mumbling the word “deodorant” and tossing things around. 

“Yea I fucked that chick, so what? What are you gonna do about it? All you do is sleep over your books and worry about studying, what am I supposed to do about it?” He grumbles back, pulling his pillow to check his bed for the missing item. 

You stared at him, appalled at his stupidity. 

“I don’t even do anything to you Spector, why are you doing this to make my life so fucking miserable?” you yell, unable to control yourself any longer. 

To your shock, Marc slides his hand across his desk, causing his pencil holder to go flying across the room, making you gasp. He screams in frustration, and slumps onto his bed with his face in his hands, unable to stop the angry tears from leaving his eyes. He barely let himself take a breath before he looked at you, his head yearning to say sorry but his mouth twisting into a wild scowl worthy of his own mother’s anger. Your heart drops to your stomach as you take note of the tears staining his face, unable to move a muscle as he slowly lifts himself from off his bed. 

“You wanna talk about the things you do to me? Huh?” he says coldly prowling closer to you, like a panther about to strike. 

You find the brain power to make your legs move but you stumble into your chair, catching yourself at the last second. You were confused. What the hell could you have possibly done to Marc that you were unaware about?

“You, you’re the one who makes me miserable, not the other way around, so please don’t tell me that I am anywhere close to making your life agonisingly painful.” he growled through gritted teeth. 

He was getting closer now, you could see the angry vein popping from his neck.

“You wanna talk about how you pull my head right out of a lesson and into all the things I would do to you?” your eyes widened slightly and your ears perked up at the way his voice dropped slightly.

“You wanna talk about how I catch myself watching you when you slowly rub your makeup off your face and do that little smile when you’re done wishing that I could be the cause of that smile?” 

Butterflies took over and began their assault on every inch of your body, sending an array of goosebumps up your spine. 

“You wanna talk about how I sometimes make the mistake of looking at you when you’re fast asleep, wishing that that pillow you hug between your legs was me instead?” 

He was so close to the point that you could see minuscule tear drops clinging to his beautiful lashes.

“You wanna talk about how much I would do just to feel your lips against mine?” 

The last line came out as a whisper, almost as if Marc didn’t want to admit it, almost as if it was a secret too blasphemous that he would rather pay whatever price he had to pay in hell rather than say it directly to your face. But it was too late, he had already done it.

You were surprised that your anger flared harder through your body, almost like a rush of adrenalin as you stared into Marc Spector’s wrathful brown eyes. Your hand shot forward and you grabbed him by the collar of his soft hoodie and you pulled him with all your strength, surprising him and making him stumble into you.

“If you’re so fucking desperate then just kiss me, you fool!” you spat, watching at the exact second when the air in the room changed to something that was out of your control. 

Marc closes the gap between the both of you in an instant, sweeping you off your feet as his lips came crashing against yours. His hands gripped at your hips hard before coiling around your waist and pulling you ever so close, crushing every bone that existed in your body. You moan into the kiss, your arm looped itself around his neck and your free hand combs up his curls for purchase, pulling hard as Marc deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth with enough fervour to turn you into mush, almost as if he was begging you to let him be mad at you.

Once Marc Spector got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop. His hands moved quickly and almost fluidly, snaking under your sweatshirt to feel your skin. Only when you pressed harder against him did he slide his hand to squeeze one of your breasts, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time and making you whine his name and breathe hard against his face. 

“Fuck I want to hear that again.” he said pushing you towards and down onto your bed. 

His lips met yours more carefully this time and you could feel him keening into your touch as you slid your own hands up his hoodie and pressed your palms against his broad chest. You broke off the kiss and pushed him down instead, the vexation you felt against him slowly morphing into a confidence that you’d never thought you had as you straddled his waist. You brought your hand back up to the back of his head and pulled on his curls once more, making him arch back with a moan, exposing his neck for you to devour. 

You started your assault on his neck, kissing, biting and sucking in a pattern that had him writhing against you, grinding his hips up to meet yours. His hands couldn’t seem to let go of you, as if he was absolutely hopeless without the feeling of you. All of his frustrations melted away and were replaced with a soft feeling of needing to float away from all his problems with you. 

Once you were satisfied with the litter of marks you had left on him, you gave him one last, softer peck on his lips and slotted your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, catching your breath as you relaxed onto his body, covering him like a weighted blanket. You only came to your senses once you felt Marc’s hand in your hair, softly brushing through each strand with his fingers. Your hand found his and you laced your fingers with his, cherishing the warmth that he provided. 

“Your deodorant is on your bedside table, by the way.” you murmur into the shell of his ear making him scoff softly.

Marc definitely didn’t need the gym today, all he needed was you. 

Reblogs are appreciated~~~

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[spaceprincessem]

wip wednesday

thank you to everyone who tagged me today @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 💖 (and thanks to everyone for tagging me in other things i am just unfortunately not always together to post things) but today i have more buck sees ghost cause im trying really hard to get this sucker finished

In all his life seeing the Crooked Smiled Man he’s never been as afraid as he is now.   He knows he needs to get it the fuck together. It’s just a ghost. Just a ghost that only he can see, but it’s steadily getting closer to him, reaching out, smile growing growing so wide Buck thinks it’s going to unhinge its jaw and swallow him whole. There are other shouts, confused and scared, from his teammates, but Buck can’t think or breathe or do anything except get the fuck out.  He manages to burst through the door, spilling out into the bay and the Crooked Smiled Man follows him to the doorway, its claws digging into the wood frame before someone flicks on the lights and he disappears in a wash of blinding white. His chest is heaving heavily, shallow pants choked by the sob that’s clinging to his throat. His head is throbbing painfully and every single part of him aches and aches and aches. He raises his hand to see a smear of crimson where the ghost left its mark and he can’t stop the fresh wave of nausea that rolls up his stomach, forcing him to turn over and expel a disgustingly black liquid onto the floor.  “Holy shit.” “What the hell happened?” “What the fuck is going on?” Somewhere, through the fog of everything else, Buck can just pick out the rough edges of shame and embarrassment curling around his insides. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and doesn’t dare turn around to face the others. He doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to explain this one to the team. A nightmare might be plausible, but no one’s ever had such a visceral reaction to a dream especially at work.  “Hey, hey, Buck, jesus are you okay?” Buck immediately closes his eyes as warm, calloused hands cup his cheeks, thumb carefully brushing away tears that are still stupidly leaking from his eyes. For once he doesn’t want to lie about the ghosts. He doesn’t want to come up with some sort of excuse or say that he’s fine because he’s not.  He’s here, Eddie. He’s here and he touched me and he touched you and I’m so fucking scared. I don’t know what it means, but it’s always something bad.  Always. I can’t let him hurt you. I can’t let him take you away.  “Danger.” Buck spews out harsh and angry and tired and scared. “Danger?” Eddie’s voice is low and filled with worry as he holds onto Buck. “Where? Buck, where’s the danger?” “Me.”

tagging @alyxmastershipper @rogerzsteven @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @cowboy-buddie @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks @renecdote

#buddie #buddie fic #911 #is the end in sight? who knows not me

[aziraphales-library]

hello ! do you happen to know of any hurt!Crowley fics that focus on all the little hurtful things Aziraphale has said to him throughout the years ? like examples from the show would be all the "foul fiend" stuff or "you do something, im the nice one !"

or maybe like how A always seemingly expecting the worse of C or constantly is reminding him of his demonic status as a sort of insult

hope i described that well ? basically aziraphale hurting crowley with little comments throughout the years (even if he didnt really mean them) and that building up

Hi. We have a bunch of fics like this on our #apologies tag, in which Aziraphale acknowledges and apologies for how he’s talked to and treated Crowley over the years, so do check those out. Here are some more fics along the same lines...

Worst Case Scenario by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Aziraphale keeps insisting that a Heavenly victory will be “rather lovely”, and Crowley is sick of hearing it. If Heaven wins, they’ll either destroy or torture all demons. How can Aziraphale think that’s lovely? Crowley confronts him with reality.

Loose feathers by tenebi (T)

Situation: Crowley and Aziraphale have been drinking, Aziraphale yet again mentions Crowley's nature and his “ incapacity to love ”. “I mean it’s not like you have been treating me like I am always here to personally attack you or it’s not like you have been putting every fucking problem of this earth on my back just because I happen to be there, and yeah I know I know that what demons do but I was expecting you to understand after a bit… or when you keep telling every soul that we meet that we aren’t friends” Crowley's voice began to crack, but he didn’t care anymore.

His glasses were giving him enough protection to hide the pain in his eyes and the literal pain caused by the liquid that had started to gather up in his eyes.

“ but the worst the worst is that even after everything, the 6000 years, the armageddon and the trial.. you still think I don’t-”

Six Thousand Years by Ilovecastiel18 (G)

Post-canon. Aziraphale explains to Crowley that he has loved him for a long time, he was just scared of what Heaven would think. Crowley gets angry because Hell would have done worse, but he never hid his love. He leaves to think things over and comes back with a gift for Aziraphale and an apology. Hurt/Comfort, angst, romance, fluff, love confessions.

Let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me by elf_on_the_shelf (M)

The World didn't end but that doesn't mean there aren't quite a lot of things to be addressed yet. Especially between an angel and a demon and especially after they have avoided talking about them for so long.

Looks like I am finally doing a "night at Crowley's flat" fic, two years too late :)))

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by prongsredconvers (G)

“I’m not angry, Aziraphale” Crowley interrupted him, his tone somewhere between a sigh and a mumble “I was never angry at you. I just don’t want to have dinner with you” “But if you are not angry, then why?” Crowley slowly rocked on his feet. “Because I’m tired, angel” Aziraphale stared at him. There wasn’t irritation in his voice. Nor anger. It sounded void, emotionless. Maybe a little resigned. “Tired of what?” “Of everything” the demon replied

Or: After a fight, Aziraphale understands how much he's really hurt Crowley and tries hard to fix it. Also, Crowley finally takes care of himself.

Warmth by indigo (E)

Friends with benefits really had to be the very best solution there was for any self-respecting immortal being on Earth. Handy. Convenient. The perfect way to de-stress with none of the hassle of trying to find a human willing to overlook the more demonic parts of appearance. It was reliable. Comforting even. Dependable, emotionless relief.

Perfect, Crowley thought.

Right up until the point when, well, it wasn’t.

Be warned - that last one is super angsty!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #angst #emotional hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #apologies #hurt crowley #mod d

[the-girl-with-the-glass-heart]

Man im so pumped for when like a year or two from now when they remake tarzan and jane is black or some shit and conservatives get really pissed and make a bunch of racist memes and people keep clapping back with the same explanations and reasons they did for the little mermaid. the whole discourse becomes the new hot button topic that gets its own trending tumblr tag and it's all right wing youtube channels talk about. Then Disney makes a million dollars without actually caring about minorities, ya just race bend a white character then sit back and watch as your movie gets a trending tag and unconditional supporters and hate watchers and millions of trailer views. Then for years on black people will love this movie just as much as the og because they have so little representation they will defend it and it will become their definitive version of tarzan. Even the anti capitalist disney haters will see it just to support the actress and make racists cry. Hell, some people don't even want others to criticize the movie because so many racists have used critique to disguise their bigitry. As long as you can use black peoples anger and community to get people talking about your movie with out actually caring about minorities it's ok. Then the movie comes out and it's mediocre at best but the manipulation game works and it makes a shit ton of money. Then you prepare to do it all over again with the live action brave next year.

It will all start again.

Same arguments.

Same videos.

Same clap backs.

It makes me wanna rip my fuckin hair out, time is a flat circle.

For the record it is totally okay to defend halle, i want the best for her too and she needs to be defended, i'm not angry about that. I'm angry that this is a total lose lose scenario that isn't going to affect fucking anything and will all be repeated.

I just wish racists would get a grip already and realize the worlds not gonna be all that different in 30 years cause you complained about scientific accuracy of a mermaids skin. Like the ghost busters remake, everyone argued about that NON STOP and what happened?! NOTHING. World peace hasn't been acheived, the wage gap is still around, all it did was make people talk about the movie! we're all pawns in a terrible insufferable capitalist scheme using black peoples want for representation and outrage to add another dollar to the disney vault, and there's nothing we can do to stop it unless we just let fuckheads like the not my ariel crowd win.

I am so god damn tired.

#live action the little mermaid #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #live action little mermaid #little mermaid 2023 #halle bailey #capitalism #anti disney #live action disney

[literallyjusthereforlucemond]

okay so part 3 i think?? (Im angry as hell cus i got mental blocked and didn't write shit for days)

Lucerys stumbles to his dorm sweaty, tired, and absolutely done with the world. He opts to just lay down till next week but his pending business calculus homework needed to be finished lest his shitty old professor yaps at him again. He reaches for his bag and rummages through his stuff blindly. He spends a solid minute just fumbling before he suddenly stills, he forgot the fucking homework, on the fucking bench, with fucking Aemond. Wasting no time, he hurriedly slipped on his shoes and ran for it. Luckily the university campus was just literally across the dorms so it just took him three minutes of running. He arrives at the exact same bench, kneels, then frantically searches every crevice of the damn bench. Some students were still around despite it being 9 pm already, they looked at him like he's fucking crazy, no doubt with his disheveled appearance. He couldn't give a shit, his business calculus paper is gone and he's livid as fuck. He trudges back to the dorms even sweatier and tired as all shit.

A solid thirty minutes was spent just laying face down on his shitty couch, Lucerys is tired as shit. He thinks of ways to contact his uncle, the devil on his shoulder even opts to just let his paper be missing, be done with all the complex shit. The angel on his shoulder however, insists he finds the damn paper, Lucerys just lays there for ten more minutes before deciding to grab his phone and visit the University Instagram page. He doesn't even have to scroll, the person he's looking for is literally the second latest post, he sees Aemond's infuriating little handsome smirk, the abundance of top student awards and credits crowd his eyes. Just beneath all that was Aemond's instagram tagged, his feed mostly consisted of Helaena, Alicent, and 3 little kids who he remembers as his sweet aunts children. Barely anything of Aegon or even himself for the matter, Aemond's pinned post however, is himself, shirtless, water glistening of his body as he steps out of an insanely huge pool. Lucerys is pleasantly flabbergasted, his shit uncle is undeniably attractive and his eyes can't stop staring. His hands are itching to click the follow button.

The demon on his shoulder was just enticing, 'don't swallow your pride idiot', Lucerys ponders on it again. He's not actually even sure if Aemond has his paper, the asshole probably didn't even see it, or worse he saw it and how plain it was, had a laugh and just threw it away, 'that would be such an Aemond move' he thinks. His body nonetheless disregards his thoughts and clicks on the follow button. He sits on his shitty couch with baited breath, his uncle is definitely online and probably already saw the notification. He almost drops his phone in surprise when a notification indicated that Aemond followed him back.

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Aemond's lounging around the University cafeteria, he finished studying hours ago and is now just lazing around. His eye just flits over several instagram posts, he doesn't open it often on account of not exactly being keen on social media, imagine his delight when Lucerys' name pops up on his phone. He chuckles a little then clicks on the little icon to view his nephews feed. A healthy amount of Lucerys' posts consisted of his family and a small orange cat, it's simple and unsurprising. He follows back without any intention of messaging. His boredom persists and he wants his nephew to seek him out.

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Lucerys continued to stay rooted to his couch impatiently waiting for Aemond to hit him up, he knows he shoudn't. He followed first afterall and it's obvious on why. Few more minutes passed before he gets infuriated, his asshole uncle is definitely doing this on purpose. Making him message first and humiliate himself further, surely that brings great pleasure to his shitty uncle. He goes to send a message.

-;Aemond

Ten minutes passed before he gets a response.

- Lucerys.

-; I assume you know why i messaged you?

- I don't actually,care to tell me why nephew?

This infuriating fuck. Lucerys huffs while typing out a response.

-; Well uncle, I've messaged you to ask if you've seen my paper.

- Paper? Im not so sure if I've seen it nephew. Was it an assignment?

-; Yes uncle it's my fucking assignment, please give it back.

Aemond is having fun, Lucerys is sure of it. The assholes responses are increasingly getting more and more infuriating. He doesn't even realize that he's groaning everytime Aemond types something.

- Oh yes, I have it at the moment. Though im not sure if you need it back, the paper did seem blank afterall.

Lucerys is considering murder, his entire encounter with Aemond has been nothing but annoying. Three jabs already, but Lucerys wills himself to stay civil. I mean as civil as possible considering his already previous cursing.

-; I was already in progress of asnwring it uncle so give it back.

- * Answering, and are you that disrespectful nephew? Where's my please?

Annoying and a grammar nazi, "how fun could this conversation get?" Lucerys thinks to himself.

-; Can I please get my paper back uncle?

Lucerys expects another annoying ass reply but instead he's made to wait twenty harrowing minutes before he's given a reply.

- Tomorrow, cafeteria, 8 am sharp.

Lucerys groans even harder now, what kind of monster gets up at 8 am? His classes don't even start that early. He drags himself to bed already dreading his decisions. That fucking professor better appreciate his effort.

YAY PART 3!! I don't even know if anyone waited for this BEJWBAIWJ. Regardless here it is and yes I'll definitely do a part 4. Im spiritually attached to this au. And it's canon as fuck that Aemond is a grammar nazi, he's a prick like that.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #hotd lucerys #hotd season 1 #idk what to add after this :(

[mrstsung]

Vent below if you like liu kang this post isn't for you. This is basically an anti liu kang and really angry post.

Giving y'all a warning.

Again DNI if you like liu kang or "stan" him. Or are a fire god liu kang fan. Because this post isn't for you.

Like I'm giving a warning for a reason because im not gonna be nice rn. I choose violence today ok?

Trying to cite warnings and tag this so people don't get up in arms. (Which they may anyways but hey thats on them if they click further)

Cw:vent,angry admin.

Last warning. If you like liu kang. Plz for the love of god dni and keep scrolling. But if you dont like him. And especially hate fire god liu kang. Plz Continue.

Vent below cut

If you like or stan liu kang but more so mk12/mk1 god *redacted titans derogatory* liu kang.

Kick rocks. He's an asshole. Have a nice die liu kang. 💀🗑⚰

Nah. You can miss me with that. Liu kang deserves nothing but death and suffering. In fact everyone BUT shang tsung deserves it.

Nah if yall would have gave shang something actually decent,livable,love and care,maybe a fucking decent friend that wasn't a previous roster member?,etc. None of this would be a problem. But nope. Liu kang had to be a petty whore bitch with bias agenda. Could have made him evil and made him like dark raiden. But nope you had to make him insufferable and unlikable.

Like a guy who hides behind the im nice,till you disagree or reject his ideals and suddenly you're gaslighted and given shit. Omg much like religious indoctrination. How interesting. But they dont wanna talk about that.

People don't wanna talk about how shitty the writing is. But people don't care so as long as the characters are pretty and fuckable enough. But the more things change the more they stay the same i guess.

Everytime i see mk12/mk1 liu kang i wanna spit on him and punch him and set him on fire and just want him dead and gone for good. Because i fucking hate him. I have never hated even kronika this bad,more so i felt she was a waste of potential, and redundant af. Nah He deserves die.

Like go to Super hell liu kang. Piss off with your shitty fanfic Timeline. Loser bitch ass hiding behind a fake ass smile and preaching peace. Peace my ass. Shit happened anyways. Makes fucking shinnok look like a fucking saint sweetheart in comparison.

Like im not even joking. I don't even care about his reasons. I dont even care what canon says. Or these fucking mk1 liu kang fans say anymore. Im tired.

Which we all know it's because he has weird hang ups over kitana when he could have just fucking left,said fuck it and married her anyways. She would have said yes. But he had to be weird about it,roundabout af,and make everyone suffer because he couldn't get edanian pussy.

Or it's because maybe he thinks he can do better than raiden. The arrogant prick. Nah that god dilf raised you and you give him this shit?! After all he went through?! Thi s is the thanks you give him?! Liu kang im not just disappointed in you im disappointed in the fact raiden didn't kill you off when he had the chance when he went dark. Would've Saved us a shitty game and a half.

Like liu kang did all the things and still had bad things if not worse things. Happen. Preaching peace and prosperity my ass. Fake ass ugly ass hoebag bitch. I hope he chokes on his spit in his sleep. I hope sand get in his ass and never comes out. I hope he dies from this bullshit lame tarkat disease and gets ultra mega plague. I just fucking hate it man.

The villains are lame. The story is lame. Liu kangs fanfic is lame. And nrs is lame.

I'd rather deal with the shitty 2021 movie than this shit. I'd rather deal with shitty writing in mk11 than this. Fr. At least it's entertaining shit.

And shang tsung isn't a fucking dumpster fire in the story. Shao kahn while a meathead is still terrifying. Quan chi isn't there but in 10 he was fucking beeeeeast. Shinnok. Poor shinnok. You deserve better. Cetrion was a waste. Kronika too. Geras was actually scary,but now he's a tool.

Legitimately the gameplay is just juggle better,gimmicky kameos bullshit,and same ol crap different wrapper.

Mk12/mk1? More like mk11.5 . Nothing changes thats worth the money.

I can find better shit on emulators.

Graphics aside what does the new game really truly have to offer? Nothing.

Wishful thinking. Like a bag of lays chips but unlike potato chips which is useful. This game sadly. Is not.

(Liu kang is only valid if he's from the 95 movie thats it. Fuck every other version. But even then it's thin ice at this point. Nrs has ruined liu kang for me.)

So yeah kick rocks liu kang. I hate liu kang and anyone who stans his ass rn in the story and the new game can fuck right off.

#vent #mortal kombat #this is a Liu kang hate post so dni if you like him #but more so if you like mk12/mk1 liu kang #cw vent #cw: vent #admin in not nice today #admin is not nice to liu kang rn #all this potential....wasted

[glitchdollmemoria]

big stupid drunk trauma vent time, kids stay away etc etc, idk wtf to tag this as so just fucking warning for the r slur and ptsd bullshit and me being an alcie

man im tired of substance use issues being shameful im tired of the phrase "substance abuse" im tired of feeling like im doing something wrong im tired of feeling like i need to keep it hidden so people dont look down on me or worry about me or pity me or get angry again. im fucking tired of not being able to go a day sober from one thing or another. im tired of all this bullshit and im tired of feeling like i need to do something to get attention and simultaneously feeling horrified at the thought of anyone so much as looking in my direction right now. im tired of overstimulation and understimulation. i feel like im just some fucking crazy schizo retard who cant manage to do jack shit and i know im talking nonsense but whatever im fucking wasted so who even cares. i can barely remember whatever i said in the last sentence. im fucking tired of stupid fucking bluetooth headphones and the battery dying and leaving me without my music to regulate myself. fuck capitalist bullshit for phasing out headphone jacks and fuck me for losing track of my wired headphones that i could use with my computer if i even still have them, idk maybe some fucking cat chewed them up i dont remember. i have a stomachache from drinking too much and i keep thinking about that fucking person who chastised me saying theres better things to do than make myself sick like this as if i fucking have any alternatives. im tired tired tired of all this fucking garbage and i want to get it through my thick skull that im cared about but it doesnt work. i want to ask for help but i dont know how to without completely losing my shit from the shame and guilt so the best i can do is tuck this little whiny letter onto my dumbass blog and then try not to think im being guilt trippy. i want less distance, i wanna live in the same neighborhood as my friends and be able to check on them and get checked on, i want my partner to be here but i dont because he deserves better than what i am right now, i wanna stop having a hole in my stomach, i wanna feel okay at night, i want to stop thinking about all the shitty trauma that keeps piling up, i want to fucking feel okay and i dont know if its human nature to feel completely okay and maybe thats what were all chasing and maybe thats what drives us but it fucking hurts in the meantime. i want to stop being so fucking crazy all the time. i wanna drink until i throw up and then get comforted and be allowed to rest and feel sick for as long as i need to feel sick because the sick i normally feel isnt fucking good enough for anyone. i want yo fucking shut up already but i cant stop fucking talking because this is the only way i know how to ask for help!!! i know im seen as fucking pathetic by so many people because thats what people fucking tell me, im some miserable fuck whos pitiful and lesser and its fucking fine okay i get it, but i dont know what to do about it except drink and smoke and drink and smoke and get fucking left behind when im not sexy or fun or financially stable anymore. i dont like thinking about the shit people have done to me and i wanna know its done and over but i dont think it ever will be because theres always gonna be someone feeding into my stupid inferiority complex. i hate it and i dont know what the hell is salvageable anymore

[davesport--kriss]

~<(STAY WITH ME)>~

pixelate- zes an oc i made (glitch pronouns because when he gets angry his voice glitches, so ze uses ze/xem/zeir) hes a 14 year old tv head, he wears a red shirt with an eyeball on it with a black overcoat, he wears baggy pants, and some platform shoes. Hes very much gay, and basiclly a man whore, but he dont cheat, he just gets a boyfriend really fast. He has a big axe with a wood carved eye on the top

hilvery- he is also an oc i made, hes a 15 year old tv head too. He wears a blue button up shirt, dark blue pants, and black boots under the pants, part of his arm has been badly damaged due to trauma incidents and you can see his wires in his arm. he has a name tag on his shirt that has a hidden message on it in endscript. One of his antenas are broken so he also glitches, but not as much as pixelate. His wepon of choice is a samurai sword. He likes pixelate but he doesnt yet know if pixelate likes him back ~<(TO THE STORY)>~

"Finally, I'm here. If I do this then the eyes will no longer stare at me, peering into my soul. I can finally get away and out of that.. that place" Pixelate thought to himself. He looked over the edge of the cliff, with the red and orange sunrise appearing over the edge of the horizon. No one was here to stop him now. He could finally take the jump and end all the pain everyone has caused him.

"don't do it" A familiar voice called out to him and pixelate turned around to see hilvery

"I said to not follow me, do you lack common sense?" pixelate walked towards Hilvery knowing he could have jumped if he didn't stop to look at the sunset. "says the one about to jump. why would you even think of doing such thing? who hurt you?" Hilvery asked pixelate knowing what the answer would be "You hurt me, hilvery. If y-you just didn't follow me in the first place i could have ended all the p-pain and sorrow of my poor and mortal fu-fucking life" pixelate started glitching showing how affected he got by hilvery interrupting him. Hilvery sighed not knowing what to say " I worry about you. I worry FOR you, that should mean SOMETHING..right? were both broken so i dont even know why your trying to leave me and end your life." Pixelate turned back to the cliff and sat down with his legs dangling off the cliffside "If you worri-ed about me I wouldn't have had to s-ave me from that hell hole i was fo-rced to call home." Hilvery sat beside him and put his arm around pixelate. " You showed how strong you are to me by accomplishing that mental task of yours. Now you need to show me if you are ready to continue, start a new life with me, and forget all the things your parents have done. I had to run away too, so we're in the same canoe, going down the same waterfall. You can either jump out of the said canoe and leave me there to deal with the problem, or you can stay with me and we go down said waterfall together" Pixelae has never heard hilvery speak like that, especially to him. "stop try-ing to sound so d-damn smart" Pixelate spoke. He put his hands onto his knees and looked at the half risen sunset "i see your glitching has calmed down" hilvery said trying to change the subject. "im tired as fuck" Pixelate plopped down on the soft, and fluffy grass . Hilvery did the same. "wanna go to my place?" hilvery offered "oh my god please." Pixelate rose up from laying down. "okay ill just be righ-" Hilvery tried to speak but got cut off by pixelate "Please, no, please stay with me, for just a little longer before we go. Its peaceful here" pixelate spoke trying to convence him to stay with him for longer, he liked staying with hilvery by himself. "fine, just another hour, it is peaceful here afterall" Hilvery layed down beside pixelate and didnt even realise they were holding hands the whole hour of them sitting there. ~<(END FOR NOW)>~

#tv head #gay men #sh ment tw #abuse cw #seperation anxiety

[rapidhighway]

does my mom realize that telling someone not to worry doesn’t automatically make them worry less

#goddamnigjndjkfgjg #everyone in this family just makes me miserable i swear to god #i call them to ask for some support because im literally scared out of my mine nad they laugh at me for this of course why the hell not #i tried to vent to my friends but i got scared that I will dump too much on them and didn't say anything in the end #my family has never been a very supportive one and usually when i tell them i have a problem they will get angry at me for even asking for #help but i'm just really fucking tired right now i don't want to do this nobody i know is helping me and im unable to ask my friends #for help because i don't want to be a burden and i'm hsfjndjhsahj #im a mess rn im sorry #i just want to hide and not talk to anyone but i guess i can't do it right now so i will just suffer here huh #is this a lot of stupid tags? yes #am i still gonna post this? yes #it's called desperation baby #this is just void screaming don't pay attention to me im having a bad day

[anneonomus]

what the fuck, actually?

Me: hi do you think you can tag a post with something to help me avoid having a debilitating migraine that could (and has before) end up landing me in the ER? (I came across the post by chance on my dash and was lucky enough to not have been looking directly at it before I noticed the flashing)

This blog: dont police my art!!!!

[ID: an ask from me, @anneonomus, that says: “Hi! Do you think you could tag your sleepy hollow gifset as #flashing, or give it a flashing cw/tw so it won’t accidentally cause people with chronic migraines and/or epilepsy or who are otherwise light sensitive pain? Thank you!”

The reply (url has been cropped out), says: “It will be the last time I answer, about it! Understand this as you wish, I will not limit my art in any way. Yes I already know that there are sensitive people, I keep tagging you but you have to understand that it is people who choose what they reblog or not. For the past few months I have avoided editing anything related. You know that there is a button called lock, right? So use it and be happy there are a thousand things much worse on this tumblr and I don’t see you or other art policemen policing this, so I politely ask you not to come here, if something I do hurt you just block me!”

End ID]

#im actually really mad about this what the fucking hell #elliot should shut up challenge #actually no elliot shouldnt shut up challenge this is fucked up and not okay to do! its the bare minimum for fucks sake if i had looked #directly at the post i could very well have had a horrifyingly painful migraine! ive had to go to the ER twice because of them! i have to #take special nausea meds the Minute my head starts hurting because otherwise i wont be able to keep anything down for hours and end up #needing an iv! this is genuinely serious im not trying to police anyones art im trying not to be in absolute debilitating pain!!!!!!! #er mention #iv mention #tw ableism #ableism tw #ask to tag #im really pissed off and tired right now. this isnt okay at all! please have basic decency for people especially disabled and chronically #ill people. #i was being so polite too and now im just. really fucking angry #they deleted the post a couple minutes later btw thats why this is a screenshot. i dont know why they did

[honeybeecomebuzzingme]

09.07.20 - notes on Craig

He is a toxic narcissistic and I hate him

He doesn't make friends, he makes potential victims

He says stuff like "I swear on my son's life" to emotionally manipulate. Additionally, run on sentences with no punctuation in order to confuse the recipient.

He turns people against others and plays to their good nature. Claims to be helpless and in need of constant support. Refusing to accept blame for anything and everything is "my eupd" and not his fault.

He has manipulated people who have genuine feelings for him and scammed them out of £1000s

To paraphrase someone who knew Craig back at Acorn... That's Craig hes a bull shitter. He lied about so many things at acorn its untrue but we just went along with it to save him the embarrassment in confronting him.

You know what hurts the most? I keep thinking about the times he "saved me from myself" when he stopped me from self harming or when he took my antidepressants to stop me overdosing. I can't figure out why someone would do all that stuff to support me and then treat me like this. The only thing I can think of is that he did it so I put him on a podium as "my hero" and he singlehandedly destroyed my trust in people and made me doubt myself. He turned me against my fiancé and caused us to break up. He pretended to be "perfect" and he turned out to be a toxic narcissistic manipulating two-timing prick.

I'm not saying any of this to "call him out" I'm simply listing the barest of facts and hope that maybe he will grow the fuck up. I also hope his child grows up to be nothing like him.

#rant tag #i hate them #scorned #hell hath no fury like a woman scorned #i hate him #tired of this bs #tired of your shit #im so fucking angry

[chickenfetus]

to elaborate i’m fucking annoyed weight, father and mother mention in the tags

#egg boils #don’t reply with encouragements or whatever i appreciate it but i genuinely want to fucking fight someone right now #i’m so angry and annoyed and just tired all at once i don’t fuckijg know #mum told me ppl would be coming over to see if our house was Desirable or not and this bothers the hell out of me bc i explicitly said i #LIKE where we’re staying rn and she’s given up on selling our apartment already so why the FUCK are ppl coming over to see #what if they want it ? are we going to be fucking HOMELESS? #plan ahead bitch i hate my parents so much i hate my entire family except my brother bc i don’t talk to him but god #next i love helping ppl with their work especially when its on a subject i can actually understand but i’m so mentally exhausted right now #im getting fucking annoyed with these questions and like #i replies an hour late b c i seriously couldn’t be assed to open her message #and i have a report due tomorrow and my brain isn’t functioning bc of all this stress that isn’t even stress #i tried to draw earlier but it just makes me want to stab the pencil through the paper bc it’s so ugly #and like i hate to bring up my weight bc i don’t know how to tag it so weight m rn folks #but wo. w #i’m so FUCKING ... #like i’m not heavy by any means i’m not overweight either but i can feel. myself getting fatter and fatter and #take note everyone’s standards of fat is different #but wow . wow. #i hate this #and my parents are always urging me to Eat more! bc they can’t finish what they order so SOMEBODY has to fucking finish it #and my dad keeps buying extra food he already KNOWS i won’t eat and this is so frustrating because it’s not smth i’ve mentioned once or twic #and like #food in the cabinet just feels like RESPONSIBILITY like #i HAVE to finish those or #it’ll go to waste or whatever! #and it’d be cool but a few days ago my mum brought up how i’m getting fatter and I CAN FUCKING SEE It and now i’ve become more self aware i #guess thanks! we love parents who empower their children LOL!!!! #and there’s this thing with irl ppl idk i’m fucking tired and angry at myself for trying to force my anger out on others i hate this so #much #everything’s so frustrating and i hate that i can’t help my friends when they need it the most