#THIS IS WHAT I MEAN

[munsonseds]

#friends #friendsedit #chandler bing #monica geller #friendsgifs #userthing #friendsdaily #mine #*gifs #when i say couple goals #this is what i mean

[moguanshit]

mo: wait i like men

mos grades: 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈

#19 days #mo guanshan #old xian #this is what i mean #hes now got room in his head to think about science #and not on why it was bad he thought he tian looked sexy in that shirt #soph posts

[mediumgayitalian]

i am still literally so sad & all i can think of is the apollo siblings pre-war. so please take this dumbass thing i wrote a few days ago when i was thinking of the first person who died of laughter until i can convince myself to write outside of lee pov again

#when i tell you my brain is rotted through #this is what i mean #also i’m going to the club tmrw night (for the first time in my life?? excited i think) so fic will b very very early or very very late #depending on if i do actually manage to get up early tmrw #we shall see #anyways

[respectthepetty]

When I write "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" this is the energy I'm delivering.

#perfect propose #when I write 'don't look at me' #this is what I mean #I'm just trying to have a breakdown in peace #without everyone staring #let a homie be emotional #ALONE!

[shokuto]

#This is what I mean #kamiles #ghostflower #gwiles

[bypatia]

#this is what I mean #sitting in my mom’s car #being 16 #knowing I will never be 16 forever #ribs #lorde #lyrics #photos #photography #I WANT IT BACK I WANT IT BACK #THE MINDS WE HAD #pure heroine #quotography #my photos #🪼 #⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[bloobluebloo]

Hmm, maybe controversial, but that interview kind of solidifies certain…things I was thinking about when I made my post about legends being a tool for propaganda.

Hyrule is a land of the fair people, blessed by the goddesses. All who submit to Hyrule will be blessed by the light. See the Goron, the Zora, the Kokiri? They submitted without resistance and are continuously blessed.

However, the Gerudo linger in their submission, unwilling to submit gracefully. They live in the desert, a wasteland compared to the bountiful land that is Hyrule. They do not have men of their own, a Gerudo man only born once every one hundred years. Their ears are rounded, barred from hearing the gods like the fair, blessed people of Hylia. Do you see their people, how alluring they are? They will steal your bountiful harvests and your gifts and your fair men. They are untrustworthy, their eyes always searching to take what is yours. Do you see their king? He is alluring but also a beast of a man. He only knows violence and bloodshed, only knows how to steal and plunder. His women worship him like a god, so desperate they are for the touch of a fair man like the fair men of Hyrule. Do you see how evil his eyes look? To allow them into Hyrule would only be disastrous.

Do you see what happened when the fair king of Hyrule graciously accepted their barbaric king into Hyrule’s graceful light? He pillaged Hyrule’s gifts and destroyed the land. Under his touch the land become desolate, unable to feel the gentle touch of blessed light, unable to produce the bounties that belong to Hyrule. He is not only a terrorist, but THE terrorist, the king of evil, the greatest evil this land ever manifested. This is why you cannot allow any grace to the king of the Gerudo; he will take your land, plunge it into darkness, bring destruction and sorrow in his wake. He is nothing but a warmonger, a demon. You must only demand their submission and take their land, this is the only way to deal with them. If they resist, they must be eliminated, them along with their bloodthirsty king.

Oh, but do you see what happens when the Gerudo truly repent? When they submit themselves to Hyrule’s grace and disregard their king? When they come to you on their knees, decrying their hero as a Demon King, as the barbarian that he is? They are blessed with ears that can hear the gods! The gods no longer curse them with their own barbaric men, allowing them to take the fair men of Hyrule as husbands, becoming wives of Hyrule as they are rightfully meant to be. Their desert lands suddenly become sustainable, centres of merchants and beautiful architecture and even more beautiful women. This, this is how things should be.

#I was debating posting this given current world events #but when I say that stories are not created in a vacuum #this is what I mean #ganonthots

[jokeringcutio]

Prompt Fill: Grabber Returns for you [ Grabber/Albert Shaw x Reader ]

Fandom: Black Phone 2022 Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Mature Themes, Stalking, Kidnapping, allusions to smut/talk about smut, 18+ references, Modern Au. For helreyy ♡

-> The dark shape of him underneath the tree made you freeze. You blinked but he was still there. His tall frame a shadow. You slowly lowered your cup and leaned closer to the window. His watching blue eyes met yours and it was like being pierced by needles of ice.

His lips twisted in a grin. Then he turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the park opposite your house.

You turned to cry out for your parents. They came rushing to your side not much later and you told them of the man you’d seen.

The Grabber was famous for kidnapping young boys. You had clearly been a mistake. A young woman, not a child, taken by a stranger who had asked your help, thrown into the back of his van.

His address remained unknown while yours had been all over the news. Granted, your name was anonymized and your details had been blanked in all news articles since they found you. But of course, your kidnapper had been following the news, downloading and screen-capturing every article about you and saved them on his hard drive as some kind of sick and twisted trophy. He did it with all his victims, but little did you know.

You also suspected he wasn’t actually the Grabber, even though he had said that he was. Even the police thought he might be someone new. A wannabe killer. An imitator. You did not fit the profile of his victims.

But if he wasn’t the Grabber, how would you explain the children’s schoolbook containing notes that you’d found in the basement he had locked you up in?

Your mysterious villain had hidden his face at all times, never showing you who was behind the masks he wore. You’d seen him painted white and behind glasses first, then only behind grotesque masks. Even as he had stood in the shadows of you house, you had seen the devil’s horns in the shade.

The police wanted to know who he was and where to find him, but composite drawings were out of the question. They wanted to research his DNA profile, but you had never been touched that way by him and weren’t defiled with his sperm or otherwise. The only evidence you held were the gashes and bruises created by his belt.

You’d been his good girl, he had said. Hitting you had only been to show you how it would be if you decide to be bad. It’d be worse, he had threatened. He said he would never want to let you go.

You’re different from them. You’re my special little pet.

If only you would have remembered the route you used to escape or recognized the houses you had passed. But it had been in the dark of the night and you had been frightened. The Grabber had been asleep on his kitchen chair when you walked past him. By the time the dog barked you were already out the door, slipping away, hiding behind some bins at a neighboring house. Frozen with fear. You had heard his footsteps as he ran into the garden, heard the gravel underneath his soles when he made it to his van, and heard him start the engine.

He didn’t know you were still there, quiet as a mouse, watching as he drove off, pace deliberately slow, lamps like searchlights gliding along the pavement. You waited to see which direction he drove to, then sprinted out of the shrubbery and headed the other way. You ran.

You ran and ran until your legs gave out. Until dawn touched your cheeks and you recognized the scratches of thorns and twigs, cuts and bruises on your arms and legs. And a stranger came up to you and wrapped her arms around you, and you knew you were safe.

It had only been three days of your life, but it had been enough.

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming.

The Grabber had threatened he would not let you go. Though he had not touched you like that, he had fantasized. Openly and explicitly. Told you of all the things he wanted to do to you. How you would take his cock, how he’d split you open, make you bleed your virgin blood all over his shaft. How he would touch your clit, make you writhe beneath him until your walls milked him dry. His balls would explode, his seed dumped deep inside, and he would fuck your cunt raw until it hurt to take him any longer. Then he would fuck you some more until you could no longer stand.

You swore you saw him at times, standing on the other side of the street, observing. You asked your parents to check the camera they’d placed in front of the house. Someone moved in the shadows all right, but he was always out of sight. You told the police and they let their surveillance car drive through your street a few times a day. The sightings grew less frequent, but they did not stop.

Those threats that he had made surfaced when you thought you saw him again, this time on your way to your new apartment. Your parents helped you with that, knowing you wanted a change, that you wanted to escape to a place far away.

You grabbed your father’s arm and made him turn to look and see. But the Grabber had cleverly gone. You comforted yourself by remembering he was only at your parent’s house. He wouldn’t know where you were going to live. You’d be far away, in a busy city. No way he could get his hands on you unnoticed.

Of course, you might have jinxed yourself with your wishful thinking. As you opened the door to your new apartment, after a night out with friends, many weeks later, you suddenly felt the presence of someone behind you, the warmth of a body burned into you from behind. When you turned around, you saw you were in the shade of a tall man. Blue eyes glinted in the dark, hidden behind the upper half of a mask. His teeth glinted in the light of the streetlamp, canines like sharp fangs showing.

“Hello, little butterfly. Ready to come home to Daddy?”

Your eyes grew wide and your hands flew up to cover your nose. But the canister was already against your nostrils, a gas heavy within your nose. Your eyes drooped while you fell limp in his arms. And the last thing you heard “I’m gonna make good on my promise, little girl,” a low, husky rasp.

“I’m gonna fuck you long and hard.”

#Albert Shaw #The Grabber #Grabber x you #you x grabber #slasher x reader #the grabber x reader #prompt fill #drabble #short one #this is what I mean #thank you for requesting

[superbellsubways]

soup

#flavio #paper mario ttyd #digital art #doodle #when i say I Gotta make weirder art #this is what i mean #Sorry

[frankenstaning]

He’s an artist in a sense right?

#when I say I’m projecting onto victor #this is what I mean #victor frankenstein #frankenstein's monster #frankenstein

[bwunnydream]

bruh he's still queer even if you hate him

#loyal txt #negative #this is what i mean #they'll invalidate someone's identity and it's okay as long as it's dream

[themakeupbrush]

Sandra Oh at the 2022 Emmy Awards

#sandra oh #emmys #2022 emmys #red carpet #when i say girl boss looks #this is what i mean

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

He cannot be serious

#ruben dias #this is what i mean

[henrysglock]

never forget

#when we say we know things but we also don’t know shit about fuck #this is what i mean

[anadorablekiwi]

Behold: the end of my braid of my entire head of hair (when down it is an inch or two shorter than waist length)

#kiwi rambles #when i say i have fine/thin hair #this is what i mean

[soudakuwunmoment]

When I say I'm cringe and proud, I'm not joking. Do not befriend me unless you want to see me excitedly planning an animatic of a Homestuck ship to a 2012 P!nk song.

#Homestuck #DirkJake #I dont even like dirkjake anymore #jake is an asshole and dirk deserved proper communication #I AM A DIRK APOLOGIST #this is what i mean #by being friends with me you have signed a contract saying you are okay with blatant and extreme fandom cringe