#goddamnit mark

[mitamicah]

Tonight I had a dream when I was at an outdoor dress up party where the host gave out trophies (although I can only remember there was one for best costume). This one person kept winning all the trophies and I got very frustrated about it because all they were wearing was a grey hoodie and sweatpants, yet they looked like Loreen while I was in a semi-käärijä related outfit.

I don't think I need long to interpret this dream tbh - I diagnose me with 'I'm still not over esc2023' x'D (and I am also still not okay :'D xD)

#both love and hate the fact that this was what I dreamed at the night of the half a year mark :'D #goddamnit brain x'D #micahs foolery #micahs thoughts

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

one more thought before i sleep but i do wish kaiser's character doesnt become stagnant for the rest of the pxg match and NEL in general

ik we got a lot rn with isagi, rin, shidou, hiori, and ness (his backstory was literally right before this match) all being major players, but considering that kaiser fell into the background last match i do hope we get more compelling moments for his character

#they don't even have the excuse of kaiser being blocked by lorenzo the entire match let him make his mark goddamnit #bllk #bllk manga

[you-hate-time-travel]

they're just all ok with this. yeah don't mind the adult carapacian with the gaping gut wound. "who's this guy" nice commentary dave.

#this marks the death of the wayward vagabond and the birth of a curséd pet* named the mayor #*pet as in you could replace him with a dog or something and nothing would change #goddamnit why even read after this point #(oh right; the felt and pm and the jacks) #(i just have to read. sigh. like 3800 pages of the other bullshit. whatever) #blood #bright red #eyestrain #talky tag #liveblog

[sherlock-is-ace]

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#i had such a horrible melt down today... god i just need this week to be over! #i burst several blood vessels around my eyes temple and nose from crying too hard and for trying to do it in silence #and i also figured out that my big smart plan of hitting myself in the head as to not leave marks nor break things doesn't work #because i now have a fucking BRUISE ON MT FOREHEAD #goddamnit #i can hide it with hair but i really need to find a different way to cope... #i used to throw shit around but years of being screamed at for breaking toys or whatever i had in my hand at the moment has forced me to #turn the destruction upon myself #cause at least i'm not breaking shit other people paid for #but damn my head still hurts and now i have to hide the stupid red spots in my hairline #if my mom finds out she will most likely kill me ahnfjsng (not really she will just scream at me and call me stupid for hurting myself #which in turn will make me hurt myself more probably...) #it's a hard thing to admit i self harm. and i never really thought of it like that but it's getting worse so i need to stop #it started with scratching myself when i was too anxious and it turned into full blown out meltdowns... #i had to fight the urge to hit my head on the wall which is scary #like it took all of my willpower and the realization that people would hear me and maybe i would draw blood which would be harder to hide #that's what made me not do it... not the fact that self harming is bad and doesn't help... #like that's a scary thought to have... #i can think about it rationally NOW but in the middle of the mess? nope hitting is the only solution #i'm exhausted and so fucking embarrassed about it #i hate living with my messed up brain #i have to leave the house tomorrow... and because i mask still the only thing vissible will be my fucked up eyes with red dots around them.. #that's gonna be fucking embarrassing as hell?! #not worse than when i gabe myself a black eye tho #that wasn't self harm that was just me fainting when sick and falling face first to the floor lol #anyways... i'm off to bed i just needed to vent ahfnsjf i'm fine now #and i'm gonna do my best to find better coping mechanisms i promise #angel talks #personal #tw self harm

[tragically-jane-doe]

I'm curious to see if anything has changed since my last poll SOOO

VOTE WITH YOUR HEART!

I'll link the last poll if ur curious on who won and stuff

#rtc #ride the cyclone #polls #tumblr polls #goddamnit Tumblr give me the power to edit the length of the poll passed the 1 day and 7 day mark

[psychoticwillgraham]

human Chloe before coloring :3

#yes I know the right leg is wonky and so is the skirt #this is my first real full body drawing that I finished so go easy on me pls #ash’s art #sorry for all the erase marks I’m covering them up #edit: SHE LOOKS LIKE A RAINBOW HIGH GIRL GODDAMNIT

[pan-de-queer]

this is for you babe @hellmo one unfinished wip served fresh off the doc!

mcu!scarletwidow meets comics!babymaximofftwins meets billy x teddy meets tommy x david (that isn't shown yet bc, again, unfinished) meets offscreen amerikate

To say Teddy’s nervous is an understatement. Honestly, he’d rather be fighting a semi-interplanetary war all over again—which is ridiculous considering he’s already met Billy’s parents once. And considering that moment went ridiculously well, surely he can handle meeting Billy’s biological mom just fine.

Except, Billy’s mom is also a superhero.

Which is fine because Teddy’s met so many freaking superheroes.

Except, Billy’s superhero mom is the Scarlet Witch.

And Teddy kind of fears and admires the woman after everything Billy’s told him about her.

So he’s fine, really.

Teddy has everything under control.

Except—

“Oh, hey boys, you’re early.” The front door opens to reveal a short redhead in an old S.H.I.E.L.D. sweatshirt and jeans. Natasha Romanoff, Teddy’s brain supplies.

The second reason he’s definitely not nervous.

Obviously, who’d be nervous about meeting their boyfriend’s multiverse-bending mom and said mom’s assassin-girlfriend?

Teddy pastes on his best impress-the-parents/guardians smile and offers his hand in greeting. “Afternoon, Ms. Romanoff. Sorry if we’re a little too early. Billy isn’t a fan of being late.”

Billy elbows him in the stomach in reply, glare half-hearted as he side-steps him to greet Natasha with a hug (Teddy holds back his smile as he watches the infamous Black Widow melt into the hug. It shouldn’t be so surprising. Billy’s just magic like that).

When the two finally part, Natasha leads them into the living room and offers them some drinks. “We’ve got sparkling juice and non-sparkling juice.”

“Did mom make you hide the vodka?” Billy teases, plopping on to the couch and tugging at the hem of Teddy’s shirt to follow.

Teddy gingerly follows suit, letting the warmth of his boyfriend pressed next to him soothe some of his non-existent nerves. Thankfully, Billy slots their hands together and rubs soothing circles into his knuckles as he tries to muster up his usual charm.

“Where’s mom?” Billy asks as Teddy takes the offered apple juice in a wine glass.

“Double-sealing the alcohol cellar with magic so your brother doesn’t speed his way into nabbing one when he says he needs to use the bathroom.”

Billy snorts in reply, nodding in commiserative understanding before knocking his knee into Teddy’s. His boyfriend turns to him as he shares, “One time, Nat found Tommy passed out with a bottle of her favorite whisky in his hand and when she tried to pry it out of his fingers, the glass broke from him sleep-vibrating in his sleep.”

Teddy chuckles at the image. It seems that no matter where he is, Tommy would always be Tommy. And speaking of the other, slightly more reckless twin…

“Where is Tommy?” he asks as Natasha takes a seat on the armchair across from them. Nothing nerve-wracking about that.

Natasha shrugs as she hums, “Well you two are quite a bit early.” He’d told Billy they could take the bus. Would’ve given him more time to mentally prepare, too. “Wanda had said something about him bringing his not-partner along so that might also be it.”

“Oh! David’s coming?” Billy leans forward, curious, and Teddy tries not to get distracted by the cute, mischievous look on his boyfriend’s face.

Natasha seems to pounce at his reply. “It’s David now, is it?” Her smile is practically predatory. “I thought he was with Kate?”

“Nah, that barely lasted,” Billy waved his hand, oblivious to the way Natasha seems to be filing this information in her head. “She’s with America now and we all go on, like, triple dates together sometimes.”

#marvel comics #mcu #scarlet widow #natasha romanoff #black widow #billy kaplan #wiccan #teddy altman #hulkling #others are only mentioned cause again- unfinished #my writing #original writing #basically i wanted a meet the parents au but with scarlet widow/wandanat as the parents bc i think nat would scare the shit out of teddy #before teddy realizes that she's a softie #also yes every young avenger is queer in my heart bite me #“wandanat” #goddamnit does using the quotation marks not make the tag jump to the top anymore? smh smh #queer bread writes

[crewdlydrawn]

Goddamnit, Apollo!!

#elon musk #mark zuckerberg #musk vs zuckerberg #prophecy #goddamnit #is that a thing #goddamnit apollo #maybe not #my post

[ind1c0lite]

the phrase 'little baby boohoo' has wormed its way into my vocab irl I dont know how to feel abt this HGJKHLJ;K

#goddamnit mark not again HJGKHLJ;KGKJ #its just really fun to say GFHGJKH #luna lrambles

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

rough draft of the Miller line

#oc tag: alex 1 #oc tag: alex 2 #<--vault dweller and chosen one #i'll fill in those question marks someday #goddamn alexandria you're cluttering the branches up #also Pat is alex's husband they had a child via surrogate #wild how the vd and co have an actual family tree #most of these names are characters in fallout 2 #edit: i. forgot alexandria's fourth lover goddamnit

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

why must the uni secretary be so useless why do I have to do everything

#IT'S THEIR JOB #THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING TRACK OF THE MARKS AND STUFF #goddamnit #personal🤐

[daredussy]

a lighter matt in she hulk could be okay if they do it right but i do not have hopes 🧍

#charlie being a fan of the comics got me hoping we get mark waid core matty #gimme the fake it til u make it happy era!! #also give me kirsten goddamnit #dd posting

[pallas-cat]

i better be doing a 5k im 15mn when im healthy again

#running while having this cold is so fucking annoying #im till under the 8:00/km mark most of the time which #small victories #and a good sign w my still unstable ankle and dogshit vo2max #but goddamnit i wanted to break the sub 30mn 5k this year

[chaddicus]

I'm just gonna keep count to myself now. why do I keep doing this

#I'm sure the number is more than that overall but this is the third time in recent times that I've gone 'shit. goddamnit. #I want to complain about this but it's my own fault anyway' with this specifically so. #idk I feel like scratching a mark every time it happens will either make me feel better or help me not do it in the future #...probably not the second one but I can dream #x: axel talks #anyway I'm gonna stop posting about it every time it happens now #bc once was worth commenting twice was ugh again but if this is a pattern then you all don't need to hear about it every time #lmao

[crvptidgf]

Don’t Tell Your Brother

Rafe Cameron x Reader

➸ summary: you’re sick of keeping your relationship a secret, but rafe isn’t so sure about outing it yet

➸ warnings/notes: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, reader is fem

word count: 1.3k

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IF THERE WAS one thing Rafe was good at it was keeping secrets. Whether it be for his father, Barry - or even sometimes Wheezie. He was a master at it, which is probably why he found this arrangement so easy.

It wasn’t that he liked keeping you hidden. It was more that it was necessary. Your brother wouldn’t take too kindly to the kook prince “corrupting” his only sister. Plus, a part of him kind of loved sneaking around and having you all to himself (something he would never openly admit to).

Rafe listened to your heavy breathing as he brushed his fingertips across your shoulder blade. Before he met you he would’ve never been caught dead cuddling with anyone; but that was what he liked about you. You pushed his boundaries (within reason) and forced him to see new perspectives. To become better.

Lifting your flushed face to meet his, you decided to break the silence. “Rafe?”

He shifted his gaze from the ceiling to your expectant eyes. He could never get enough of how you looked in bed with him, your hair wild and your eyes glazed over as your spent body curled into his. You were breathtaking.

“Hm?” he responded.

“Will it always be like this?”

Rafe took in your glistening skin and furrowed brows. If you hadn’t been asking him a question he probably would’ve occupied his mind with counting every mark and blemish on your face instead of listening.

“Like what?” he finally asked. He already knew where this was going. Sometimes he just liked to prolong the inevitable by acting clueless - because occasionally you would give up and switch the conversation to something more lighthearted.

“Rafe,” you groaned. “I mean all this pretending we’re doing. I hate acting like I hate you in front of John B.”

Your boyfriend sighed, dejection taking over his once calm features. When you first met him you never ever thought you could be the source of his peace, much less the one to turn him into a ball of domestic mush.

“Baby,” he started to say.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. You’re not getting out of this one so fast,” you quickly interrupted, already knowing his tricks to try and distract you.

Rafe merely rolled his eyes as his hand lowered to squeeze your waist. “Okay, okay.”

Another sigh.

“What are you in such a rush for, anyway?” he asked, his ringed digits coming to rub at the buzzed hair on his scalp. “You were the one who wanted us to keep this from them.”

You rested your head in your palm now, elbow digging into Rafe’s impossibly soft mattress. He had offered to buy you one for your room after you complained about how much comfier his bed was - but ultimately you had to refuse. There would be too many lingering questions about how you could afford such a luxury.

Truthfully that was one of the hardest things Rafe had to grapple with. He couldn’t spoil you like he wanted to without causing alarm bells to sound in all of the pogue’s minds.

“I know. And you were the one who was against it. Why’re you so adamant on the secrecy now?”

A small glint sparkled in his eye.

“You don’t think it’s hot?”

It was your turn to sigh and roll your eyes. This man always found a way to make things dirty, even when the situation was far from it. “Are you really this horny after all that?” you asked, referring to the several exhaustive minutes you guys just spent in too many positions to count.

“What?” he queried, feigning innocence. “You don’t think all the fake hate act is hot? I like seeing you get all riled up knowing that I’m still the only one who gets to take you home that night.”

Goddamnit he was good at distracting you.

“Rafe,” you all but whined as you dropped your head into the crook of his neck, “I’m serious.”

Hands caressed the back of your head, petting your unruly hair down. “So am I.”

Your hand rested on his naked chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palm. There was something so relaxing and homely about this. Both of you entangled in each other under Rafe’s sheets, your hands roaming over every body part you could reach, your breaths harmonizing into one. If only this was a common occurrence - not just in the confines of his bedroom at 1 in the morning.

“You’re thinking again,” stated the man bluntly. “Don’t.”

“I should get back soon.”

Sitting up you began to look around the room, attempting to find any of your discarded items and clothes. If you left now you could still get some sleep before everybody back at home woke up.

“C’mon don’t be like that,” Rafe said as he grabbed your wrist.

You shook your head in disbelief. “Be like what? If you want this charade to keep going I have to get home.”

“Just tell them you were with-“

“With who, Rafe? Who can I force to lie for me this time?”

You knew it was unfair to get mad at him, but you just wanted to be able to stay at your boyfriend’s house without stress for once. This was getting tiring and you didn’t understand how Rafe couldn’t see it.

Pulling your underwear up your legs you moved to stand up. “I know it was my idea in the first place - but I didn’t think we’d keep it going for so long.”

Your boyfriend only watched as you paced around, grabbing your bra and t-shirt off the floor. “And anyway it’s none of anyone’s business who I date. I don’t know why I cared to start with,” you mumbled.

He knew you were frustrated. Sometimes he felt that way too, but seeing how many things you and your brother had to worry about back at the Chateau, he didn’t wanna add to it by exposing your ongoing relationship so soon.

“Hey listen,” he said, trying to gain your attention.

When you didn’t so much as spare a glance at him, he rubbed his eyes in annoyance. So stubborn.

“Babe, listen. C’mere.”

Still nothing.

Standing up from the bed, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. It was a shockingly common occurrence. You would ignore him during an argument or disagreement and he would get sick of it and carry you to bed where he’d force you to talk it out. He insisted that he hated when you ‘sulked’.

“Rafe! Put me down!”

You landed on the bed with a bounce, your shirt half on your body and your bra still clutched in your hand. Rafe grabbed it and threw it off the bed.

His hands were at either side of your head. In any other situation you’d have started jumping his bones. These thoughts left your mind as Rafe’s next words left his mouth.

“We can tell them - if you promise to let me help you with the rent this month.”

Of course he would have some sort of stupid bargain for this agreement.

“No I can’t ask you to-“

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

He could tell you were thinking about it, weighing your options. If he could pay for this, maybe John B wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass when the eventual news came out. Perhaps he’d see how serious Rafe was about you.

Well, also, he just liked to spoil you.

You groaned. “Fine.”

With a kiss on the lips, the deal was sealed. “But only for that month, right?” you asked in between the final kiss.

Rafe nodded, letting you believe you were in control of this. What he didn’t clue you in on, however, is that he fully planned for you to move in with him after your next due date was paid. He figured he could let the surprise wait.

“Yes. But for now lemme just have you to myself,” he muttered against your collarbone.

Maybe getting home could wait for now.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x you #rafe x reader #rafe fic #rafe obx #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx imagine #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron outer banks #outerbanks fanfiction #outer banks #rafe cameron obx #obx x reader

[ind1c0lite]

What does Charlie end up doing after Heist anyways?? :0

mmmmm I mean for the most part he's largely staying on the DL after ya know- doin' a bit of heisting but whether or not hes alongside Mark is another question entirely that doesnt have an answer HJGKHLJ

#see #before Space came out Heist in my head had a pretty concrete spot #I know its counterproductive to try and make a timeline for anything Mark makes but I DID because goddamnit I needed it BVJGNKHLJ #but with Space out now its like #kinda impossible HGJKHLJ #unLESS you want to say that heist Mark and Space Mark are too completely separate people #which would sort out the whole problem but the thing iS Is that I Dont Like It GFHGJKHL #Ive just been putting it in ''sometime in the past relative to Space which is set in the future'' #and am calling it day with that HGJKHLJ #that all effects Charlie as well #idk! hes vibing doing his own thing maybe with Mark maybe not #maybe hes one of the colonists on board! #asks #selfshippinglover