#I am trash

[esha-isboogara]

lyrical lies

i am a fuckinf degenerate and i’d like to apologize for how disgusting i have become.this is the longest thing i’ve written in a while..i’ve gone off the deep end if it isn’t clear🤭

here is more rick stuff not one person asked for find it here and here and here and here and here and here

✰let’s be honest rick is his own warning, smut , afab reader, age gap!!, calling him god, a bit of manhandling, a bit of dacro (?), shitty porn trips turned full blown story

“he doesn’t bite..just go ask him”. summer whispered, nudging you towards the garage door.

you shook your head in muted panic. you’d seen how angry her grandpa could get over small things and the last thing you were going to do was set him off over a stupid question.

“why don’t you do it summer ? this was your idea, plus he’s your grandfather”. you shot back.

she looked just as scared as you were. “he’ll totally yell at me if i go in there. he can’t be mad at you, you’re a guest”.

“yeah but what if he does ? i don’t want to get on his bad side”.

summer took hold of your shoulders. “y/n. the quicker we get this done the quicker we can get away from my grandpa and do something more fun”.

the garage door opened suddenly caused you both to jump back in shock.

there he stood , an annoyed look on his face. “i’m right in the middle of something very fucking important- is there a reason the two of you are bickering right in front of my god damn door”?

his piecing gaze was enough to make you want to cry. “i..we need help on a science project mr. sanchez sir”. you managed to say fighting back the urge to turn around and leave.

he cocked his head in amusement, his demeanor softening a bit. it was clear you had played right into his ego for better or for worse.

“that’s it ? why didn’t you just say that come in come in”.

you followed him into the garage the papers clenched in your hands.

“not you summer, you - you forbidden from entering. i know you went through my shit two days ago”. rick said, slamming the door in her face.

if only that had actually been the reason. he couldn’t wait to have sweet,innocent little y/n alone. every since she’d bonded with summer over some college tour bullshit he was obsessed. he needed you and needed you bad, as embarrassing as that was.

“what can i help you with sweetheart”? his voice as sweet as saccharine.

you fidgeted with the papers once more. “well i have this project based around quantum physics and since you’re the smartest person i know i figured you’d be the best person to ask mr. sanchez”.

he couldn’t help but smile at that. he WAS a fucking genius and hearing it out loud always made him puff up in pride.

and she has manners too. this was not going to easy. it’s not that he cared about his granddaughters feelings - quite the opposite. but if summer were to find out how he really saw her friend she’d stop bringing you over. and that would just make things a million times harder for him.

“you’re not wrong, i am the smartest person you’ll probably ever meet. and lucky for you i have something that’ll give your professor a run for their money”.

as he rifled through us cabnets filled to the brim with countless inventions he piped up “and sweetheart”?

you felt yourself melting into his trap. “yes sir”?

“you’re a grown fucking woman right ? you can call me rick”.

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you were like putty in his hands at this point and he’d be lying if he wasn’t loving every second of this. and it only took 30 minutes. maybe you weren’t as innocent as you acted but he wasn’t complaining.

not when you sat atop his lap so pretty asking- no begging him to please you.

“p-please mr. sanchez” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding yourself against his leg. “i want you to touch me , use me please, please mr. sanchez”.

oh god how could he say no to those sweet noises. he’d take you apart right fucking there if he could but alas his family was home and they did not need to catch wind of the things he was doing. he messed with the idea of erasing their memories in his head for a while but figured it would be way too much work in the long run.

“fuuuck. i’ll give you everything you want and more but you have to promise me you’ll shut up. i would hate for your best friend to walk in and see what a slutty mess you’ve become”.

you nodded your head vigorously, happy to finally get some kind of satisfaction. as terrifying as rick was you’d be lying if you said the way he towered over you with such control didn’t turn you on.

“you’re so obedient- smart girl. do me a favor will ya ? get up and lift up that skirt for me , let me see what i’m workin with here”.

you did as you were told, climbing off his lap and giving him a slow twirl.

“good girllll”.

he clenched his hand into a fist. holy shit you were a fine piece of ass. he couldn’t wait to make you his. fuck what summer thought he was going to fuck you so good you’d come back for more.

“fuckk you’re a pretty thing huh ? it’s a wonder you haven’t already been claimed, guess it’s a good thing you came here cause i plan on doin just that”. with those words he was was hovering above you pressing your face down on the metal surface of his work table.

“you look even b-better like this holy shit” he admired from his standing position.

“fu-fuck mr. sanch- rick”. you corrected yourself mid sentence. drool was already starting to pool beside your mouth but you barely noticed with how hot and bothered you were growing.

“mmm that’s a good girl”. he flipped your skirt up. and pulled your panties down to your knees ignoring your small please for him to be gentle.

he smiled- a shit eating grin looking at how soaked your sex was. “you poor thing- i’ve d-denied you much too long haven’t i ? left this perfect pussy empty for weeks? how did you ever survive”?

usually he engaged in a little foreplay only because his partners were so dead set on it. but he was far too eager to do any of that bullshit right now. he’d been waiting for this.

without so much as a warning he thrust himself inside you, a scream leaving your lips.

his hand flew to your mouth covering it word word word

“shhh shh shhh. i know how much you love my cock but you have to stay quiet. got it y/n”?

he removed his palm for a moment to hear you answer.

you don’t answer though. you’re a babbling drooling mess already. the feeling of his cock filling you up and stretching your walls felt like heaven.

“you’re my god rick - please decide what to do with me and treat me like your slave. you control all my actions i’m nothing but your stupid worldly servant to fill with seed when you please”.

he was a bit taken aback as that comment seemed to come out of nowhere. when it sank in it gave him even more of a reason to keep you to himself.

if he wasn’t carful he’d be giving beth a new little sibling. but oh fuck- she looked and sounded so perfect begging for him.

“fuck yeah i am your god ! i’m a god among men and you’re my mortal pet i can use as i please”.

the whine that escaped her throat was almost pornagraphic. it was hard to keep your composure under the circumstances.

“good pet”.

#i am trash #and guess what #idc anymore #this account #went from #okay #to woooah alright #to dark content #to rpf #to more dark content #AND NOW THIS #old science man make esha head go brrrr #i’d let him use me #yeah i said it #rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez smut #rick and morty #oh to be fucked stupid #by a grumpy science man #siiigh #esha has gone insane #clinically insane #esha wrote more than a few paragraphs wow #what a shock #real writing #and it’s for RICK #sigh #esha writes

[neversilent]

Reader with a slightly possessive/dark John Doe? (Basically similar to his S1 personality but I’d be interested to see what you do lol)

《YES YES OFC-》

Possessive John Doe! x Reader Headcanons!

SFW:

He loves you to death. Literally. He'd do anything for you. Uncomfortable some place in public? He's getting you two out of there. Need some guy off your back? Already done.

He probably won't kill someone for you.. but, he will threaten it against them. Sometimes with you around to see it.. but at other times, he'd prefer if you didn't see his threats. He goes into detail and wouldn't want you worrying about what he says.

You get lots of date nights, this man spoils you. He'll tease the hell out of you too. Compliments, gifts, more compliments, and did I mention the compliments? This man never shuts up and you won't get a moment of peace where he isn't trying to say how much he loves you, or how nice you look.

"Is your milkshake good? Hey, hey, don't come at me! Just making sure they got it right, heh.. God, you look stunning. Y- you always do, don't get me wrong. But, tonight? Wow.."

He's holding your hand almost everywhere you go. If not, then his arm is likely wrapped around you.

He tries not to get jealous of your friends, he just wants all of your attention. He was sure that if he was to show how jealous he was when your friends would hug or touch you in any way, you wouldn't want to be around him.

He claims out loud that he is not a jealous lover, understanding that he cannot truly own you, even if he wants to. But on the inside he knows he's easily jealous, and he almost hates it. He deeply wants you.. He sees you as his after all.

He doesn’t care what you wear, because he’ll threaten to break any man’s jaw if they so much as try to look at you. It's rude to stare at what isn't theirs, and John hates rude people..

"Look at you.. so pretty.. and all mine.."

NSFW:

Oh, he taunts you. No doubt about it.

He wants contact. All types. ESPECIALLY eye contact.

He'll bend you over just about anywhere when it's just you two. Kitchen, bedroom, bathroom..

Maybe even an alleyway when you two are out? That's when it's time for the quiet game..

"Look at me, little puppet.. I want you to see who is making you cum. S- See who makes you feel this good, and know that nobody else can make you cum like this. I'm the only one who can satisfy you like this."

He laughs a lot during sex. A LOT. Some frantic giggles, filled with excitement. Others sounding flat out psychotic. He can't help it though, it just happens! So best to just let him do it.

If you two are separated from the day for any reason and he's alone, he gets off to the thought you. He's proud of it too, sometimes admitting to you that he had before having your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Y- yeah, you like the sound of that? You like what you do to me? Why don't we make it a reality, hm? C'mon, it'll be fun. I saw how red you turned when I confessed my actions, surely you want to do something about it."

#flood my inbox #headconon #always available #dms are always open #i am trash #inbox is always open #f/o #f/o post #f/o tag #john doe x reader #telltalejohndoe #telltale joker #telltalebatman

[willgrahamsnightmares]

reminder that this is who you are talking to whenever you call me trash on overwatch

#i am trash #i dont know what any of the moves do #guys i can only play d.va and 76 please help #overwatch #epic gamer moment

[bloomingdarkgarden]

🔪🌸🦇🌸🔪

#acotar #elain archeron #pro elain #shadowsinger #azriel #elriel #elriel month #i am trash #where he at #shadowdaddy #thirst

[bobsten]

forever cursed or something

#why do i look like that #i am trash #🗑️ 🚮 #me #mine #selfie

[cometblaster2070]

this bitch literally wears a lesbian flag sweater, how tf am i supposed to belive she aint gay?

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #Wednesday Addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #yes of course this is a wenclair post what do you expect of me #i am trash #and i like them #<3 #lesbian #lesbian flag #girl what are you doing #who did enid's wardrobe #i just wanna talk

[cordsycords]

just think it would be incredibly Cool right now if omfd also let us know that S2 was releasing in July along wwdits5 and go2 and by Cool i mean Really Fucking Gay

#happy pride baby #our flag means death #good omens #wwdits #july: pride month 2 electric boogaloo #this is me... #i am trash #give the gays what they want

[mugiwaramochi]

Continuing my Trafalgar D. Water Law agenda.

#trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trash #i am trash

[mamamangaka]

#procreate #anime artist #manga artist #anthro artist #digital artist #artist #hazbin hotel #angeldust #Anthony #fanart #angel dust #he is a literal angel and idgaf what anyone says #huskerdust for life #angelhusk for eternity #I am trash #whatever #take me in Hazbin hotel #5 min doodle #love it more than I expected

[trixy-buenasuerte]

No words,only hot Bleach men being hot. (Also, male anatomy practice so excuse the abnormalities)

Might do more, any suggestions???

#bleach #bleach anime #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya smut #bleach byakuya #byakuya #grimmjow fanart #grimmjow #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach fanart #i am trash #and that’s okay

[neversilent]

Hey bestie, would it be possible to ask for something with poly Bruce x reader x John? OWO

ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN <3

(ONLY A FEW AS I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR TELLTALE IN AWHILE)

Telltale Bruce X John X Reader Headcanons!

• They are obsessed with you. John is very open, touchy, and giddy. Bruce is bittersweet about it, but he shows his love in his own special way!

• Tag team protecting you. That's the main way I can put it. Bruce will literally fight anyone who upsets you, and John, dispite trying to catch it on camera, will try his best to help. Someone makes you cry, John's the one standing up for you first. Bruce will throw any punches if they decide to try causing real trouble.

• Cuddles. They are a MUST. They enjoy the feeling of you being sandwiched between them. They get to hold you, while still being able to be close to eachother... The warmth of three lovers <3

• You are their main priority. Yes, though keeping death from occurring is important for the amount of trouble John tends to cause on accident, keeping you safe and happy is far more important to them.

• Due to the favoring of being their partner, you get your own room in Wayne manor. You get to know all of their secrets, even the big ones. Even if you'd prefer not to know a few..

• John collects pins and buttons for you! Little trinkets he finds, just to happily slide them over to you while you three are getting milkshakes. He likes to see how your smile will quickly grow the moment you see just what he's found for you this time.

"I found this one while me and Bruce were out today! It's cute, right? Reminded me of you.. I thought you might like it!"

• Bruce is hesitant, being new to this kind of relationship.. but he does what he can for you. You get small gadgets here and there and he'll show you how to use a few things. Lessons with The Batman himself... and let's not forget random evenings where you're allowed to snuggle yourself in his cape.

"Just be careful with that one. Oh, uh-- Here, let me show you how to hold that, wouldn't want you getting hurt, hm?"

These two love you deeply, and they don't really plan on stopping anytime soon. <3

#flood my inbox #headconon #always available #dms are always open #i am trash #inbox is always open #telltalebatman #telltalejohndoe #xReader

[jellyjellyjellyfish]

HETALIA | America + Germany

Drunk Antics

America goes out for drinks with Germany, and brings up the idea of the two of them getting matching tattoos together.

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Warnings: None, but maybe slight warning for mildly influential choices from alcohol?

Not fully proofread

The bar hummed at a constant volume of the voices from all the patrons in the bar. It was decently sized with plenty of space for large and small parties alike. Many people were hanging out in groups, drinking, eating, and having a good time.

At the bar sat an unlikely pair, Alfred F. Jones and Ludwig Beilschmidt. It was a rare occurrence to see the two together, under civil and friendly circumstances, yet here they were sharing drinks as they chat between each other.

Germany swirled his beer as he pondered, feeling the buzz of the alcohol catch up to him. How did he end up here again? Ah… right, America had - for some godforsaken reason - messaged him that “they should totally go out for some drinks, bro, like it would be so fun! We gotta get drunk dude, and hang out like buddies!”

Ludwig had questioned the text, unsure why America, of all people, would reach out to him to go for some drinks. They hardly interacted much outside of strictly business or formal reasons. Yet, with some convincing from Italy and Japan, Ludwig had figured it wouldn’t be so bad going out to drink with Alfred. Maybe Alfred really did want to be… friends with him.

But Ludwig didn’t hold his breath, the America had to be up to something, right?

Being the tight-knit person he is, Ludwig kept any possibilities of a friendship from his mind as he drank with Alfred. They were just there to hang out like “buddies,” as Alfred put it.

“And I was like ‘Woah that’s so crazy!’ And he was like, ‘that’s so cool, you’re totally my hero now!’ And I was like ‘I totally know! But thanks for telling me!’” Alfred was rambling on about some interaction he had with someone recently, and Ludwig felt slightly - only slightly, or more so a minuscule, amount - of guilt at not paying as much attention to America as he probably should have been. America didn’t seem to notice, though.

Germany zoned in on the rest of his conversation, though, sipping his beer as he listened. He would nod periodically as the American rambled on about… whatever he was talking about.

Despite his loud and obnoxious demeanor, Ludwig wasn’t totally hating the Americans company. He supposed it was because he’s had plenty of practice for tolerance of this kind of loud and obnoxious and idiotic personality.

As the two went through a few more rounds of drinks, after Alfred loudly exclaimed to the bartender for another round, Alfred suddenly turned to Ludwig.

“Hey, Germany, have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” America asked, looking intently at the German, seeming slightly buzzed but still better off than Germany. He was beginning to feel a little more cloudy-headed.

Germany eyed the American, unsure where this sudden question came from, but answered regardless. “Not particularly… I never really saw the want for one, personally.”

“But think about it, man! We could get matching tattoos on our backs, like bros! Wouldn’t that be cool?!” Alfred responded, slightly guided by the alcohol in his system. Yet Ludwig could not deny that there was an excitement in the man’s eyes, he could almost see actual stars shinning in them.

Germany rolled his eyes before responding to America’s proclamation. “I don’t know…” he dragged out, hesitant, “Tattoos are permanent, and I’m not sure I’d want something like that on my body for the rest of my life.” Germany didn’t immediately turn down the idea of getting a tattoo with America, though, but didn’t want to state so to said American.

America slid next to Germany, swinging an arm around his shoulders as his face got a little too close for comfort for Germany. The smell of alcohol was apparent just by smelling Alfred’s breath.

“Come on, dude, live a little!” America said, a wide grin on his dopey face. “You only live once, right? And we don’t have to get something crazy, just a small and meaningful to us!” America got even closer, if it was possible, and if Germany was less drunk he likely would have clobbered the stupid American for being so close.

“Like, you cant tell me you don’t have a wild streak in you, dude. I’ve seen some German culture! You guys are into some wild things! AHAHAHA!” America rambled on, bringing a finger to poke at Germany’s cheek. With a slightly redeemed face from Americas words and actions, Germany had to fight hard to not punch the man. He want to give the guy the benefit of the doubt and not totally ruin the night… but the more the man poked his cheek, the more favorable punching him seemed.

Despite it all, Germany did begin considering it. America did have a point… he could probably do with relaxing a little more, and maybe a tattoo wouldn’t be so bad, and it’s not like he hated the idea of tattoos.

And he would be… matching with someone. Germany couldn’t deny that the idea made him feel kind of happy. Only a little. A tiny bit. A teensy-weensy bit.

A long sigh came from the German. “Ja, alirght…” he started, “but what should we get?” He finished, staring at his drink wondering if this truly was the best idea. But the alcohol washed away that worry rather quickly.

America fist bumped the air with a, “YEAH ALRIGHT!” With an arm still around Germany, he relayed his idea. “Okay, so hear me out,” he started, and Germany felt himself regret his actions immensely already. “We get a tattoo of the American and German flags crossing each other behind an eagle with a heart in the middle!”

Germany looked at the man, slightly dumbfounded. That was… actually a rather sweet sentiment from the American and wasn’t immediately “LETS GET THE AMERICAN FLAG!!” Which America likely already had anyway…

In Ludwig’s silence, America added in an even louder and more excited voice, “It’ll be a symbol of our friendship and alliance!” And he struck his stupid pose with that big smile on his face and thumb pointing at himself.

Germany held a stoic face as he eyed the American, before he suddenly burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, right?” Germany spat at America.

America kept his wide grin as he responded. “What? It’s perfect! Trust me, man, this’ll be awesome!!” He stated, shaking Germany but his shoulders in his enthusiasm.

“Come on! I even have the design already drawn and planned out! We just gotta go to a parlor!” America added, whipping out a paper with the design on it out form one of his pockets.

“W-what… WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT FROM?! WHY DO YOU ALREADY HAVE IT PLANNED?” Germany yelled at the man, which only caused America to smile and laugh dumbly as he usually did.

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The buzz echoed through the small shop as Germany and America laid on their stomachs on the tattoo shop chairs. For the second time that night, Germany had a clear moment of thought and wondered how exactly he got himself in this situation.

Here he was, getting a tattoo on his lower back with America of all people. The tattoo artists had accepted the two in that night, not really caring that the two of them were likely (really) drunk already.

America was babbling on again about something, before being interrupted by himself laughing - saying the tattoo location tickled - before going back to rambling about something idiotic.

Germany sighed as he dropped his head onto his crossed arms, heaving a deep sigh. Yet before he knew it, the tattoos were done, and the two of them were free to go.

The two countries admired the tattoos in the mirror the parlor had, and Germany found himself actually enjoying how it looked. Or maybe he was drunk. Or maybe both…

America on the other hand was as loud as ever, exclaiming how cool he thought it looked and that he was matching and such.

Once again, America had slung an arm around Germany’s shoulder - neither of them wearing their shirts yet, so Germany felt kind of weird feeling the sweat from the American on his skin - and rambling to Germany his appreciation.

“Thanks so much dude! These look so totally AWESOME! Everyone’s gonna be jealous of our close body for sure!” He ended with a thumbs up. With a hard clap on the back, America adds, “Thanks for doing this man, you’re such a good friend.” Both of them were too drunk for this… but Germany couldn’t deny he didn’t really mind it all.

“Ja, you’re welcome, I suppose…” he states, not sure what else to say, but feels a warmth in his chest at being called a “good friend,” and from America if all people! Who would have thought… certainly not Germany.

America kept parting Germany’s back in an involuntary way as he added, “And on we go to the next bar! The night isn’t over yet! AHAHAHAHA!” And with that, America dropped the money off at the cashier and grabbed their shirts before dragging Germany to another bar.

Maybe it was a bad idea after all…

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A loud groan came from Germany as he slowly sat up, a hand resting in his head at the pounding headache he was feeling. What the hell did he do last night… he obviously drank way too much.

A lot of things were a bit blurry from the night before, but he remembered he had gone out to get drinks with America… he didn’t exactly remember what they did, but a gut feeling told Germany he immensely regretted it… what he regretted, he wasn’t sure.

A groan from Germany’s side snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked over, fear shot through the German in that moment.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MEIN BEEEEEEEEDDD!!!” He shouted, jumping out of his bed as he stared at the “perpetrator” laying in his bed.

“Woah, dude, could you maybe keep it down a little? My head flipping hurts like a bitch…” America sat up, him also coddling his aching head.

Germany stood in utter confusion and shock, gapping like a fish as he stared at America. Who was laying in his bed. Right next to where Germany was laying. Both… topless.

In moment of clarity and silence, the two looked at each other - one more serious looking than the other. After a moment, there was a loud scream that resonated in the house before quieter screaming followed.

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY BED AND WERE IS YOUR SHIIIIIRTT!” Germany screamed, strangling America with his hands in a similar way he has done to Italy time and time before. America still held a dopey look on his face, not fully awake and aware - but when was he truly?

“Dude. Please. Stop. Choking. Me. Dude. Please!” America gasped out between moments of Germany’s strangulation. Germany was seething, feeling like he knew what he regretted, but hopefully it wasn’t true!

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME LAST NIGHT, YOU HEATHEN!” Germany shouted at America, seemingly quickening his shaking of America’s head.

“Dude, you’re gonna. Give me. Baby. Shaken. Syndrome!” America gasped out, feeling his headache worsen as his head got shaken about like some bobble-head.

“YOU IDIOT, ONLY BABIES CAN GET THAT, BUT YOU ARE AS SMART AS A BABY SO IT MIGHT BE POSSIBLE FOR YOU!” Germany continued shouting, his anger and embarrassment seeming to know no bounds. “ANSWER THE QUESTION, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME LAST NIGHT?!!!”

America tapped Germany’s hands in rapid succession, trying to get the German to let go lest his souls leave his body from the strangulation. It seemed it was too late, for America felt like he was about to pass out.

After a few moments, Germany finally relaxed a little bit. He resigned himself to sitting on the edge of the bed with a solemn expression as he stared blankly at the floor of his room, mouth and chin resting in his intertwined fingers as he stayed completely silent.

America had managed to not completely pass out, but his headache was still very apparent as he laid in Germany’s bed starfish style, half of his limbs falling off the side. He sat up once more, feeling more aware of himself and less tired and headache induced.

“Bro, I swear we didn’t do anything! I just crashed at your place after last night. But you got so totally wasted, you should have seen yourself! AHAHAHHA! You get kinda funny when shit-faced- AH, OKAY IM SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN IT, DON’T STRANGLE ME AGAIN, ITS NOT MY KIND OF KINK!” This only provoked Germany more, causing another round of choking. This time America felt he might actually pass out, but couldn’t pry Germany’s hands off his neck.

When things calmed down once more, Germany was back to his staring at the floor while America laid draped off the side of the bed, his upper body resting in the floor while his legs stayed on the bed. He passed out this time.

“At least we didn’t do anything last night… but that still doesn’t tell me why he was in my bed. I have plenty of other rooms or couches the stupid American could have slept on… what am I, a charity house?!” Germany pouted to himself, sighing as he dropped his head completely.

Germany finally got up and decided to wash up for the morning. He grabbed a new shirt to put on and placed it on his sink counter when he got to his restroom. He splashed his face with water, trying to wake up and get rid of the headache he still felt.

As he turned to grab a towel form behind him, something caught his eye. He turned so his back faces all the way to the mirror, enough for him to see it himself. Again, Germany felt a sense of horror.

There, on the lower part of his back, was a tramp-stamp tattoo of an eagle with the American and German flag behind it as the eagle held a heart in its claws.

Germany quijcly ran out to where America was, still passed out halfway between the bed and floor. Sure enough, Germany saw the matching tattoo on America’s lower back. Germany turned around in silent contrition as he morosely walked back to the bathroom to finish his morning routine.

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In Germany’s kitchen, America and Germany sat in silence as they are their breakfast and drank their drinks in silence. Germany was feeling nice enough to cook a little extra for America to enjoy as well.

He may have felt slightly - again, only slightly - bad for choking out America as he did.

Both of them had managed to get their hangovers to calm down, yet neither tried talking to the others. America may be stupid, but he was dealing with twice the pain of a headache, thanks to having been choked out.

Germany felt it odd for the American to be so… quiet. It was unusual, and made him uneasy by the silence. He would have apologized, but… he’s not really good with words or emotions, and definitely not putting the two together.

So he stayed silent as they drank their coffee.

“Wow, you two look totally shit-faced. Party to hard last night?” Walked in Austria, looking prim and proper as ever. Just seeing the Austrian made Germany’s headache worsen for a moment as he looked off in disgust.

He had forgotten the man lived here with him, thanks to the whole fiasco with America this morning.

Germany only gave a grunt of acknowledgement, while America stayed zoned out. He was staring at nothing with a brain-dead look on his face. It seems he didn’t even notice the Austrian.

Austria walked past them as he went to prepare his own coffee. “You two were so loud this morning. Get a little too much fun together? I thought you guys would have had enough from last night. You do remember other people live here, right?” The man was as nonchalant as ever.

Germany spat into his drink as he stared wide-eyed at Austria. “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” Germany vehemently defended. Germany shot his glance to the dazed-off America next to him.

“YOU SAID WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” He yelled to him, snapping America from whatever he was thinking about. He looked confused for a moment before he put his hands up in defense.

“Woah, dude! I was telling the truth! I swear it!” He started, anxiously looking at the German, hoping to not get choked out again.

Germany glared at the man, one of his hands crushing his counter in the tight grip he had. “Don’t lie to me, America…” He seethed, ready to lung at the man again. “Getting tattoos must have been enough… right?” Germany added, his gaze conveying he was ready to kill the damned country in front of him.

Even America wasn’t dumb enough to miss the look Germany had. America kept his hands up, as if he wanted to take a wild beast. “Woah, dude, calm down… I was telling the truth! I’m not that kind of guy! Well I am that kind of guy… but not that kind of guy, you know? Like the France kind of guy-“

Having heard enough, Germany lunged at America ready to choke him out once and for all. America scrambled away, managing to dodge the German’s attack. The American made a mad dash through the house trying to avoid the German’s attacks.

The sound of laughing, shouting, and other forms of yelling and loud noises echoed through the house as the two ran around.

Austria sat at the table, sipping in his coffee and reading a newspaper as everything went down. “Yeah, I know nothing happened with those two, but it’s very entertaining seeing Germany get so worked up. I have to have my fun somehow.” He said to himself.

#hetalia #fanfic #America and Germany #i had this in my drafts #i had this thought #why did i make this #lgbtq #welcome to hell #i am trash #gerame #maybe? #idk man

[monstercollection]

So I was looking for clothes to add to my “fishing drag” (masc clothes I wear when I go fishing by myself so that guys don’t stop and mansplain something I’ve been doing since I was 3).

And feeling a bit gay and campy, I went looking for a “women want me, fish fear me” shirt.

And then I found this:

This is the full summary of my whole being and I will be wearing this at all times.

#frankenstein weekly #frankenstein’s monster #i am trash

[tellmetostfuattdlagg]

"Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot." -Anonymous

#halloween #halloween costumes #roller skating #trash #i am trash #garbage #motivational #motivational quotes #black and white photography #funny #meme #quotes #relatable #just girl stuff

[delightfullyatomicfest]

I didn’t want to go off too much in the tags on this v interesting post quoting Robert Rosen on SATB.

But SATB also recently interviewed the tree guy who was their PA (who also had a book blocked) and he was there when Yoko wouldn’t let Paul in the house in 1977. And there’s that story of Yoko not putting Paul’s calls through to John.

I’m so torn about Yoko in that era because tbh if Rosen’s book is correct, and I think it probably is, then I can totally see why she’d think (maybe correctly really) that seeing Paul wasn’t actually a great thing for John at that point. John obviously needed people around him who weren’t just hangers on but Ringo, Pete Shotton etc would have probably been a better bet, and iirc John did see Ringo til the end (although not Pete Shotton).

#Rosen said in his interview that he couldn’t say everything he wanted to about John with sex workers in South America #and now I really want to know about that specifically #I am trash