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#I'm sooo tired
tazmiilly · 8 months
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the horrible sleep I got last night has finally come to bite me in the ass. sad.
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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months
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I want to be driving in the English countryside in Cruella's panther de ville goddamnit.
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brionnne · 2 years
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I found ... another purple eyed messy haired boy that I like. He's mine. I'm collectin' em all. There're at least three of them.
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zafiro-anyejo · 2 years
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I’m legit so fucking depressed after every goddamned Better Call Saul episode. The last half of season 6 is just fucking miserable. I don’t need this in my life right now I want something happy I’m sooo godddamned annoyed why is it like this????
#better call saul#saul goodman#i'm so fucking sick#i'm so goddamn tired of antihero shitty jackass characters#yeah like i get that the whole villains as protagonists and such was a big thing yada yada yada and better call saul is a swan song#to the age of television saturated with villains and antiheroes as protagonists but i'm just sooo tired especially when they made us#empathize and care about him#i have a longer rant about this and how bcs is perhaps meant to be a homage not just to old hollywood and shakespearean structure and as a#modern myth of orpheus and eurydice/a ghost story#but also as an homege to the golden age of television particularly the ones where antiheroes and gray morality bleed into the philosophy of#nihilism to justify their own means to an end#like this whole fjdkslaf show was about love and then jimmy and kim threw it all away like god dammit either learn to live together and#heal your wounds and forgive#or find peace and fucking move on#i'm sooo tired#fjsak#delete later#pointless fucking rambling#i am absolurely insanely pissed off after watching episode 11#also the pacing this season is so weird they honestly needed 2 more seasons imo#they should have had bcs be able to stand on its own without brba#it is indeed one of the best prequels/spinoffs ever made but still it could be better#and i know it's not over but ughh having vince gilligan write and direct the next episode when he is kinda on that .... that 'pessimistic'#leaning philosophy especially after everything post 2019 happenng in the world idk if that morality will resonate much with audiences#not saying it will be a hopeless ending but i'm kinda expecting an ending more bitter than sweet#god i need to shut up and take like four sleeping pills lol#fdsaffdslhg
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reallifepotato · 1 year
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Excited for these
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mordsfesch · 2 years
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Carlo is such a mood. Especially, on a monday. 
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cithaerons · 2 years
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i need to get better at doing stuff when i’m not doing anything
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fire-gift · 2 years
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My mom sprained her ankle when she fell yesterday going to the grocery store and it all happened just 2 hours before MCR played their first show of 2022 and I was watching LOTMS to prepare. So, sorry if i spam reblog a lot of mcr rn but i've been busy all this time to take care of her and do the chores all by myself because my pos dad and brother just won't help me :( but anyway, mcr really came back and made my shitty life a little easier ❤
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soldierpoetgirlboss · 2 months
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NARCISSISTS ARE NOT INHERENTLY ABUSIVE 🗣️
PEOPLE WITH CLUSTER B DISORDERS ARE NOT INHERENTLY ABUSIVE 🗣️
PEOPLE WITH PERSONALITY DISORDERS ARE NOT INHERENTLY ABUSIVE 🗣️
STOP ASSIGNING ABUSERS PDS JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE ABUSIVE 🗣️
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zetrystan · 5 months
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Every day forever yay! 🎉
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good night!!
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sadscorpiobaby · 2 years
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Wouldn't wish insomnia on my worst enemy 🙃
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calciumyum · 5 months
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"What more can I say? How can I express How confused am I by our happiness?" -What More Can I Say, Falsettos
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iceman-soup · 5 months
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amab masc!reader x switch!soap
Letting rottweiler!hybrid!Soap ride you as you do some paperwork. He's been following you around all day, even more touchy than usual: resting his chin on your shoulder whenever you're not moving; clinging onto your hand or arm constantly; crawling onto your lap and nuzzling his face into your cheek if you sit down. Pouting at you that he's hungry or cold - knowing that you'll give him a snack bar from your pocket and wrap him up in your jacket at his first complaint.
He follows you into your office, his hand clutching yours as he whines that he's bored, headbutting your bicep affectionately as if he were part-cat rather than part-dog. You turn to him, watching him kick the door shut then pulling him into a hug, lifting him up a couple centimetres off the ground to make him laugh, his tail wagging. Giving him a quick scratch behind the ears first, you pull his face to yours, kissing him tenderly, hands moving to cup his cheeks, your thumbs stroking against his stubble.
Feeling him kiss you back with much, much more intent than what you had initiated, his tongue prodding at your lips eagerly, little whimpers against your mouth prompting you to part them. Gentle kisses quickly turn into making out, Soap's fingers shaky as he tries to undo his belt, fiddling with it until you had enough and moved your hands from his face to swiftly do it yourself, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down his hips, breaking away from the kisses to help him out of them - and his boxers - fully. Your heart beats fast at seeing how hard he is already.
"Gotta do paperwork, love," you faux an innocent smile, pressing a tiny kiss to his cheek and leaving him standing in the middle of your office to go sit behind your desk, sliding a file to the centre of it and flipping to the page you need. Surprised to not hear a chorus of whines and incoherent protests, you glance back up at him - feeling your heart melt a little at the sorry sight in front of you.
He's standing there half-undressed, big, sad puppy eyes fixed on you with the most pitiful expression on his face you think you've ever seen. His tail is slightly tucked between his legs and his sweet floppy ears are slack. He lets out a soft, low mewl upon catching your gaze.
"Here, pup. Didn't mean to make you upset," you apologise, leaning back in your chair and patting your thigh, smiling gently at how his tail immediately starts wagging as he trots over, straddling your lap and nibbling at your earlobe adoringly. Your breath hitches as he starts to grind against you, letting out tiny, needy sobs, trying to free your own aching cock from your trousers.
Kissing his jaw tenderly, you take off your belt, then unbutton and unzip your own trousers, pulling them down only enough for your hard-on to poke out of the slit in your boxers. His tail wags eagerly, whacking against your knees a little, and you put your hands on his hips, guiding him to slowly sink down on your cock, both of you groaning at the feeling.
"That's it.. good boy, puppy," you murmur almost absentmindedly as he adjusts, his head falling to rest on your shoulder. You slide your hands up his body til they're resting under his t-shirt on his ribs, gently rubbing up and down to soothe him. "Stay quiet now, love, alright? Let me get on with these documents."
He nods, wrapping his arms around your neck and clinging to you, muttering out a "yes sir" and pressing small kisses to your skin. You reposition yourself so that you can see your desk again, one hand picking up a pen and the other resting on his clothed back, fingers curling to grasp his shirt when he starts to move. Muffled whimpers and moans seep into your neck from where his mouth is attached to it, sharp dog teeth nipping slightly to get you to buck your hips a little.
"Can't concentrate when you do that," you breathe out, eyes flickering as he sucks a hickey into your skin. He hums in response, moving faster on your cock, lips still latched to you. "Fuck- Soap, love-" voice becoming gruffer as you get close to your climax. Hands move to hold his shoulders so you can kiss him again.
"C'mon, sir-" he pants, and your eyes snap open before immediately rolling back as you cum, hips twitching upwards as you sigh out a moan. You can feel his tail bashing your legs as he rides you through your orgasm, then shakes and collapses onto you as he has his own.
After a moment, you crack open an eye, catching his as he looks up at you, still sitting on your cock, his head on your chest. "Been a while since you called me 'sir' during sex, puppy," you smirk, reaching a lazy hand up to pet his mohawk. He grins in response, reaching up to give your jaw an open-mouthed kiss.
"Aye, sir," he flirts, squeaking as he feels you start to harden inside of him again.
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atomicc · 5 months
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Yooo it's dory from boys who cry no way
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uh. something something, dog imagery?
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i don't know, i haven't slept in, like, 36 hours. cut me some slack.
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