#sorryyyyyy

[justn0t]

Shadow Milk's beguiling casinomaster !!

#cookie run #i wanted to give pv a matching costume soo bad #but i have no ideas #cookie run kingdom #shadow milk #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk crk #pure vanilla cookie #crk ancients #the five beasts #crk costume #pureshadow #sorryyyyyy

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw self hatred while masturbating, post-nut clarity’s a bitch, descriptions of female genitalia

thinking about horny, hormonal, desperate academy!coryo who humps his hard cock into his bed every night because he physically can’t sleep without getting his dirty thoughts out of his head.

having to cover his mouth to repress his groans and whimpers as to not wake his dear cousin and grandmother. there are some nights where it feels too good not to moan, and so he shoves his face into his pillow to audibly release his frustrations.

he tells himself that he’s not interested in the capitol girls. that they don’t ever cross his mind. but his stupid teenage boy brain can’t help itself from wondering what’s beneath their uniforms. his mind can’t seem to forget the smell of their shampoo and perfume. they cloud his nightly thoughts as he ruts against his bedsheets. thinking of how sweet their pussies must taste on his tongue, or how tight they would fit around his hard, throbbing cock.

but he hated himself for wasting his energy on thinking such lewd thoughts. he could be focusing his mental capacity on more useful fantasies, like his plan for after graduating the academy. his career path. but no. here he was, humping and fisting his cock to thoughts of pretty girls. his classmates, even professor click showed up in his mind. and how she was just so, so nice to him.

and when he came, he came with a pathetic whine muffled by his pillow, his cock spurting his thick, sticky load along with his naughty, filthy thoughts.

and when he looked down at the mess he made, he felt disgusted. guilty. and even selfish for indulging in the sin of lust. tears softly fell from his baby blue eyes as he cleaned up his filth and got ready for bed.

stupid boy. stupid, pathetic boy.

#♡; dally writes! #happy friday yall #this was lowkey a character study #but honestly i just wanted to write more coryo jacking off #SORRYYYYYY #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow fanfiction #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas

[palms-upturned]

Hey everyone, I hate to keep making posts like these so often but my entire household caught covid last week and it’s been expensive to keep buying tests, arrange for telemed appointments, get prescriptions, order food/groceries, etc 🥲 I managed to pay the rent and utilities for now but I’m pretty much cleaned out until the next paycheck which isn’t for two more weeks. If anyone has anything to spare, I’d really appreciate it 🙏

PayPal/Venmo: dearfriendmeg

#meg talks #sorryyyyyy

[caruskie]

"uh, the stick men here get a bit quirky at night, but do i blame them? No."

#sorryyyyyy #doodles #sketch #the henry stickmin collection #thsc #right hand man #thsc rhm #don't get serious it's just for fun

[teakoro]

Quick thing

#submas #submas art #emmet #subway boss emmet #ughhh I'm so tired I can't #really all I have is sketches of my own characters right now #school got me stressing way too much ugghhh #I'm on like less than 4 hours of sleep every day #also this is messy because I wasn't really planning on posting it #sorryyyyyy

[scuderiahoney]

🍓 the 1 // a strawberry wine blurb

you all asked for a strawberry wine blurb, and so here we are- the blurb that made @theemporium put me in the doghouse. sorry in advance, enjoy this very non canon alternate ending to Empty Space

In the car, in a parking lot somewhere in Monaco, you turn to Daniel in the seat next to you and drop his hand. He’s just offered to take you to Max.

“Can you take me to my friend Audrey’s?” You ask quietly. “I can give you directions.”

His face drops. Your heart is sinking. You think his might be too. He says your name, softly, and you know. This could be your last chance. If you don’t go to Max now, Daniel is going to tell him that he gave you the choice, and you said no. Max has tried twice already, has extended the olive branch and the white flag. He brought your favorite dinner to your apartment, he found you on the rooftop patio and begged you to talk to him. He won’t keep reaching out. It’s unfair for you to expect that.

You swallow tightly and close your eyes. “Please, Danny. Take me to Audrey’s.”

He does, though he seems less than thrilled about it. When he pulls into the parking lot, he pauses one last time and stares at you. There’s this deep sadness in his eyes, matching the feeling in your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

“It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” he answers.

You fall onto Audrey’s couch when you get up to her flat and cry yourself to sleep. You wonder if Max is doing the same across town, or if he’s already past this stage. You feel a sense of impending doom.

Four days later, he calls you. When you don’t answer, he texts. We need to talk. Your world drops out from under you.

You meet him at your shared apartment, knowing it’ll likely be the last time you share anything with him. You feel numb the whole drive there, and the walk up to the front door too. Max is standing in the kitchen, pouring water into two glasses from a pitcher. His face is blank. Something heavy settles on your chest, like a tight weight across you.

You stand across the kitchen from him. It’s like neither of you feel like you’re allowed to sit down. For a moment, you just stare at him. You should just tell him what’s been eating you up inside. Why you asked for a break in the first place, why you feel like you’re falling apart. But you think it’s a lost cause, now. He’s made his mind up. You pushed him to that point.

“I’m sorry,” you say, voice so so loud in the silent apartment. “I…”

He nods slowly. “I am too.”

It’s not a hopeful apology. You don’t even think he’s apologizing for what’s happened. He’s apologizing for what he’s about to do.

He rubs his thumb against the counter. “I can’t keep doing this, you know. I agreed to space, and a break. But it’s been over a month now. And I…”

He scoffs, shakes his head. He’s not looking at you, staring at the countertop. You wish you could tell what he was feeling- normally, he’s an open book. Now he’s a blank slate. You feel unsteady on your feet, like the room is swaying.

“I love you,” he says, and your stomach lurches. “And I thought you loved me but you won’t even tell me what’s going on, you won’t talk to me-“

“I do love you,” you insist.

He looks up at you, and finally, you see it- just a flash of anger. “This isn’t love. You might feel it but you’re not showing it.”

You shrink in on yourself and shove your hands in your pockets. You have this awful urge to get angry right back, to yell and fight and claw tooth and nail to hold on. Because maybe fighting would mean this isn’t a lost cause.

He interrupts you when you open your mouth. “I don’t want to argue.”

You blink. “What if I do?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a little late.”

Your ribs are caving in, you swear. Shame burns bright in your stomach. You stare at the man you love and realize you’ve hurt him more than you ever could’ve imagined. Max forgives, always. He gives second and third chances. But you’ve fucked it up so badly that you used them all up.

“I can… explain. I know I won’t change your mind but-“ you shrug. “If you want.”

He shakes his head again, brow set in a hard line. “I don’t need to know what was wrong to know that we could’ve gotten through it. Together.”

You cast your gaze to the ground, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You hear his slow, soft footsteps. He makes his way towards you, and you grow more tense with every inch he gains. His feet come into your field of vision. He’s wearing the slippers you bought him for Christmas. An ache swirls through you. Things were good, then.

He reaches a tentative hand out and cups the side of your face. When you don’t pull away, he tilts your head up towards his.

“I do love you,” he says, warmer than you deserve. “And I hope that whatever is going on, you figure it out, because I hate to see you like this. But I can’t… I…”

You search his eyes for a sliver of something, anything. You don’t find it. And that’s when you decide. You’ve fucked this all up, but you can save him this one bit of agony. So you reach up, wrap your hand around his wrist gently, and bite the bullet.

“I think we should break up,” you say, though the alarm bells are ringing in your head. “I’m sorry, I-“

“It’s okay,” he says, thumb brushing across your cheek. “It’s okay.”

He kisses you one last time, his hand cradling your face, his nose against yours. You try to memorize the feeling, try to burn it into your brain. You rub your thumb against the soft skin of the inside of his wrist and wish you could go back in time.

He doesn’t cry. Neither do you. Not until after you’ve left, after you’ve stumbled back to your car in the parking garage. Then you collapse against the steering wheel and bawl your eyes out. This is what it feels like, to lose the one person you love the most. It’s an ugly feeling, one that turns you inside out and upside down. Like you’re falling through a bottomless pit, waiting to hit the ground. You cry until you’re all out of tears, and then you call Audrey to pick you up, because your hands are shaking so badly that you can’t get the key in the ignition.

There will be things to figure out, of course. The apartment is in both of your names, the things inside it are shared. But right now you both need space. Funny, it’s all you thought you wanted, and now you have it in excess. You have space from him, forever.

….

It tears you apart.

But eventually, as all things do, it dulls. It’ll never really go away, you suppose- the pain you feel when you think of him, or your apartment, of strawberries and the million other things that remind you of him. But it goes from a deep stabbing pressure to an ache that you can live with.

You move- as far from Monaco as you can possibly get. You got a job offer, and everything in Monaco was Max, so you took the opportunity and ran. You build a new life on the other side of the world, in a city where not everyone knows about F1 and Max Verstappen and all the rest of it, too. You move forward.

Max does too. You see it from afar, hear about it from your friends. There are times you think of reaching out to congratulate him, or even just to check in. But you think about an unanswered text, or a changed number, or even a girlfriend of his seeing it, and you never send the message. He probably doesn’t want to hear from you anyways. If he did, he’d have reached out.

You and Max just aren’t the type of exes who are meant to be friends.

The day you hear he’s engaged, you break down into tears and spend the next 48 hours locked in your bedroom.

When you hear they called off the wedding, you finally call him. You’re not sure he’ll answer, or if he even has the same number, but you have to try. It rings and rings, and then-

“Hello?”

a/n: sorry I promise they’re married this didn’t happen it was all just a dreammmmm

taglist: @4-mula1 @celestialams @struggling-with-delia @lovekt @i-wish-this-was-me @forzalando @iloveyou3000morgan @callsign-scully @ggaslyp1

#yesterday: posts the wedding today: posts angst #sorryyyyyy #strawberry wine verse #max verstappen angst #max verstappen series #max verstappen blurb #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 blurb #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 angst #formula 1 fic #formula 1 series #f1 fic #x reader #mv33

[whatawonderart]

i love how u flustered peppino. he is so babygirl

I love embarrassing old men. Also Gustavo uses this against Peppino constantly when they do some old man wrestling

#pizza tower #pepstavo #I also just like drawing him blushing lmao #cw suggestive #SORRYYYYYY #peppino spaghetti #pt gustavo

[dlsintegration]

This crazy ass casting call is sending me into orbit but aside from the formulation itself . Armand's freaky exhibitionist ass is going to debauch my bby boy to unprecedented levels isnt he. No wonder Louis is like That in the 70s . The repressed catholic boy is GONE because Armand drowned him in the fucking Seine

#FIVE men? #oh lDPdl we're really in it now #SORRYYYYYY #like i KNOW whats going on here #i actually have no idea but im having insane conversations with my wall rn #iwtv #iwtv s2 spoilers #interview with the vampire

[warblercore]

can i get a ribbit ribbit in the chat?!?!

'the prince and the frog', yet another klaine au

#my art #glee #glee fanart #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #except he's a frog for plot reasons #he also looks like a toad in the first one but like. i'm not an animal expert #sorryyyyyy #we were talking about toads!!!!!!!! #shout out to crys and genevieve for encouraging me xoxo #accidentally posted this to main LMAO!?!?!??!!?!?

[cas-paradox]

stupid stupid stupid meme redraw

#haikaveh #kavetham #genshin #SORRYYYYYY #casparadox art

[an-albino-pinetree]

The nature of one’s nature.

#my stuff #whoops.. >> #sorryyyyyy #I’ll make it up to you I swear #cw bugs #cw implied death #the amazing digital carnival #carnival au #carnival!jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #jax #inspiration brought on by kinger’s bug for tree being ‘Moth’ #I love bugs and I don’t draw them enough QvQ

[nitw]

omg the serirei rejection scene really was worse in the manga

#SORRYYYYYY #leo.txt #serirei #mp100 #mob psycho 100

[biocrafthero]

thang for a stream, Hi

#rambles #art #my art #isat #sorryyyyyy

[ballwizard]

haunted by future visions

#cool swag art #professor layton #hershel layton #randall ascot #angela ledore #Sorryyyyyy

[tiya-minuscule]

Chapter 10: Thomas

Chapter 9

Epilogue

So, did you expect Thomas to be a nice person ? :) (I told you, it will be a SLOW burn...)

Hope you like him, I'm having a lot of fun with his design !

Next week, it will be a short chapter, an epilogue to close this cycle of the story.

After that, I'll do a break of few weeks, just to rest a bit and not loose my motivation with this comics :D

Thank you for all the nice comments I received on the last chapter ! It really means a lot to me <3

Anyway, take care and see you next week !

Big shout out to @lutiaslayton fot the help on the translation !

#professor layton #layton #comics #claire foley #boyfriend #thomas #no Hershel or Clark this week... #sorryyyyyy #university AU #art

[sleepyxxhead]

How do you think The Teachers would react to a student, whose quirk drawback is that they're slowly shortening their lifespan every time they use it (technically dying lol), but they never told anyone about it? not even their parents? Anyhow- Ignore this if u aren't comfy w/ it <:

A/n: omg this is such a good idea :’) tell me if you guys want a part 2 with more teachers or just other characters :))

Genres: comfort

Synopsis: When a student is slowly dying due to usage of their quirk, how will UA Teachers react?

Characters: Aizawa Shota (Eraser Head) | Yagi Toshinori (All Might) | Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) 

You’ve wanted to be a Pro-Hero ever since you were little!

It’s always been your dream and it’s what drives you to do well in class and stuff :))

Your quirk allows you to enhance others’ quirks for certain periods of time

If you touch someone with your hands, you can strengthen them and make their quirk stronger as well

It lasts until you shut it off

However, the more you use it, the shorter your lifespan

You can feel everytime your lifespan shortens and it’s agonizingly painful

You don’t know how much is taken off of your life every time you use it

“Todoroki-san! Come here!” you called to your classmate. Class 1-A was in the middle of even more survival training. It was similar to the survival training that they had completed before, however they were separated into even smaller groups in an ever more dangerous setting. You had been put into a group with Todoroki, Sero, and Tsuyu. 

You had already gotten to the mannequin your group was supposed to be saving, but there was a fire closing in on you. Your only hope was Todoroki, but he was worn down and the ring of fire that surrounded you was impossibly large. The smoke in the air was burning your lungs, causing you and your group to cough and wheeze.

You grabbed Todoroki’s shoulder in a hurry, lungs yearning to escape from this cage of flames. “Y/n-san, no!” 

Despite your classmate’s warning, you immediately activated your quirk, channeling all the energy you could into the boy. Suddenly, a familiar pain boiled in your chest, causing your whole body to ache and writhe in pain. You screamed out, holding on tight to Todoroki, knowing that you’d collapse without the support.

“Todoroki-san!” you practically begged your classmate, starting to feel lightheaded from the searing pain. You felt the temperature drop, crisp air biting your nose and fingers.

Your vision started to blur as your shuddered, letting go of Todoroki’s shoulders and dropping to your knees. “Y/n!” 

₊ ⊹ Aizawa would be very concerned after you passed out (he cares sm about his students ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝), thinking that you were overworking yourself and just needed to rest. He approached you to talk about it and he noticed you acting kind of weird. You thought he had already caught on and was going to confront you about removing you from the hero course; but, he actually didn’t know until he noticed you acting weird. He’d ask you if anything’s wrong and then you’d like burst out and say something super concerning (which this is concerning but like-) like “I’M DYING AIZAWA-SENSEI .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.!! ” And he’d be so stunned like “W-what-?” He’d ask you a couple questions but then he’d realize that he needed to calm you down first. After coming to this realization, he’d put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. Then you guys would have a long conversation over some tea <3

₊ ⊹ All-Might would also think you’re just overexerting yourself when you pass out. He would come to see you in the nurse’s office (because you’re one of his favorite students ᕙ(  •̀ ᗜ •́  )ᕗ!!) He wouldn’t really notice anything else wrong with you, so he’d tell you something like “just rest up and you’ll be back in no time, young y/n 👍” but then you end up feeling guilty so you confess to him that your quirk is killing you. He’d be so shocked and he’d feel so bad for you because you want to become a hero so, so bad but you can’t if your quirk is killing you. He sees himself and Midoriya in you because you all wanted to become heroes and were basically all hopeless. However, he feels very guilty because he can’t help you like he did with Midoriya. He ends up just listening to you talk until he’s told he has to leave so you can sleep.

₊ ⊹ As Present Mic’s favorite student, of course he had to pay you a very long and loud visit in the nurse’s office. You’re thinking about telling him about your quirk, so you’re not really listening to everything he’s saying. Meanwhile, he’s too busy talking to notice at first, but when he realizes you aren’t laughing at his puns like usual, he’ll be like “What’s wrong, favorite student??” You’d tell him and start crying because you feel so frustrated and crushed. Then he’d be like “Hey, it’s okay. Look at me. You will always be my absolute favorite student!” to which you can’t help but laugh. He’d just spend the rest of his visit trying to make you laugh and feel better and he leaves all of the hard stuff (like removing you from the hero course and shit) to Aizawa ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

A/n: sorry that’s all! ALSO, I’M SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK THAT LONG OML IM S O S O R R Y!! Anyways if you guys want this with more characters go ahead and request away :) I don’t have any requests rn so I’m just going to focus on other WIPs I have 👍 (TY FOR YOUR PATIENCE)

have a nice day cutie <33

dividers by: @cafekitsune

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