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fala-alfredo-pasta · 1 year
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What’s your dream danganronpa blunt rotation?
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pov you're about to get your kidney stolen
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self-shipping-hell · 1 year
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I fucking love the self ship community because it's like, "Oh! Promo post! Let's see if they have any f/os I recogni-... [Cue worst/most confusing character ever] Ah! Good for them! Good for them. 🤗"
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thegoodmorningman · 2 years
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Hold your nose and have a Good Monday Morning
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tatya-time · 1 year
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Does she develop crushes on people? If so, what kind of people and how long does it take?
Tatya is… A complicated one. Because of her work, her idea of a relationship is rather… casual. She always had those “spring break romances” and “summer flings”. She's down for almost anyone and anything, honestly.
However, when she actually LIKES someone, she has a panic attack. Emotions are hard and she isn’t quite sure how to be genuine in that kind of circumstance. This is not helped by the fact that she has awful taste in love interests. She doesn’t do it on purpose and is always surprised when they start acting shitty.
Crushes hit her like a brick. She’s fine one second and then BOOM! She is now head over heels for someone and has no idea why. Tatya is not exactly in tune with her emotions, to be honest with you. Were she ever to find someone stable who liked her back, she would probably be a lot better off. She’s not used to people seeing her as a romantic being, rather than just entertainment.
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dustmywets · 2 months
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theinnuendoshop · 5 months
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Garbage men do it in bins by theinnuendoshop
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aris173 · 9 months
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Honestly, garbage men dont get enough recognition and respect
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bryan-aiello · 1 year
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Bukowski's The Trash Men
Is Bukowski just waking up or being disturbed by the garbagemen? “the trash men” from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame: Selected Poems 1955-1973 by Charles Bukowski
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Spread the word! DAUGHTER OF A GARBAGEMAN in The Bronx.
An Beal Bocht Cafe. Two Shows Only
Sat. Feb 18 @ 7pm | Sun. Feb 19 @ 2pm
Tickets: $25 At café or Online: https://tinyurl.com/594d96zk
#Woodlawn
#AnBealBocht
#Langan
#Comedy
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The Armenia Power 13 mobster Armen Shirvanian paid Pasadena Homeless Watch to video record, harass and call the police on me this morning on Wednesday, January 25th, 2023 where I sleep at 673 East Colorado Boulevard at the entrance of the Landmark Theatre with permission from the building owner and manager filed with City Attorney John Hamilton for evidence to forcibly hospitalize me at the Prospectus Hospital of Southern California in Culver City which he will pay to surgically remove my prefrontal cortex and amputate my right arm and both my legs so I will be docile while incarcerated at a nursing home in the Los Angeles neighborhood called Venice in between organ thefts while I am still alive during an extended vivisection.
-ChiefHuntingBear
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UPDATE on Friday, January 27th, 2023:
At about 6:50 am the past two days Village Playhouse District 'Clean Team' garbage man 'Hillbilly Jeff' that moved to L.A. from Kentucky with his his tattooed same-sex spouse "looking for action on Sunset Boulevard" to keep their marriage exciting has snuck up behind my head as if he's going to stomp me and threatened to throw his phone at my face.
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The stalker Village Playhouse garbage men Jeff and Carlos called the cops on me again this morning claiming I am a trespasser.
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jiajun1 · 2 years
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#Justice#Human Rights#five cents#make a comeback#industry#garbage men#fighters#resistance#human rights#people#organizations#王剑虹的虚假“正义”与空洞“人权”#Wang Jianhong's False and Empty#有不少网民对王剑虹之流整日发推文,从不工作却衣食无忧感到好奇,其中的内幕其实很让人不齿,说白了就是“五美分”,领着美国民主基金会NED的钞票来造谣发文。#Many netizens are curious about Wang Jianhong and others who tweet all day#never work but have no worries about food and clothing. In fact#the inside story is very offensive#which is#leading the NED of the American Democracy Foundation to spread rumors and publish articles.#这群人自私自利,害人利己,在国内把自己的名声信誉全部败坏后,逃出家乡试图“东山再起”。而这样的人,就算在海外也依旧是被社会唾弃的垃圾。“幸运”的是,对于“垃圾人”,有#This group of people is selfish and harmful to others. After they have ruined their reputation and reputation at home#they escape from their hometown to try to . And such people#even in overseas#are still the garbage that the society spurns. Fortunately#there is a special for to make a living. They don't need a diploma#no hard work#no need to work nine to five in the morning. They just need to use their wizened brains to find some new Chinese current events#just give a reason#hang on Twitter and other social platforms to get Dollar. The best of them is Wang Jianhong.
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saphushia · 1 year
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all of these men suck i love them so so fucking much
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pupkashi · 5 months
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hii can you do Gojo and reader doing skincare with each other?
thank you so so much !!
a/n: thank you for the request this is so cute hehe :3 just a short little drabble as i work on a couple longer pieces i can hopefully get out soon ! i hope this was okay idk how i feel abt it :P
“okay you have to keep a straight face once i put this on you or else it’ll mess up” you say, looking at your lover with a stern face, “okay?”
satoru huffs, flopping onto his back before springing back up with a nod, “alright fine I’ll sacrifice my amazing sense of humor for-” he squints his eyes as he reads the label of the container in your hand, “10 minutes?!”
“oh please you aren’t even that funny” you laugh, rolling your eyes when he claims he already made you laugh.
“put on your bunny ears and sit still” you demand, throwing the headband at him softly, smiling fondly when he pouts at you. “if you sit still I’ll give you a kiss,” you bargain, mixing up the mask in its container with the small spreader.
“3 kisses, minimum” his hands crossed across his chest, an attempt to be intimidating.
“two kisses, max, and you dont look intimidating with cinnamoroll ears, you look like a cute little bunny,” you grin, kissing his blushing cheeks before placing two kisses on his lips.
satoru remains still as you apply the mask, alternating between staring at you and fluttering his eyes shut. maybe he could go the 10 minutes without laughing.
his first mistake was asking to apply the mask to your face, because he was already wanting to giggle from just how softly you were looking at him.
“toru stop smiling it’ll crack!” you pout, watching as he fought back a smile as he spread the mask on your face.
“okay, I’m done laughing- only sad thoughts now,” he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath and continuing to apply your mask.
his second mistake was looking at the pair of you in the mirror, bright green masks covering 95% of your faces, lips trying their hardest to not break into a smile.
you knew from the very beginning the mask would crack, it was impossible for the two of you to not smile when you were in the same room for longer than 30 seconds at a time.
for the first couple of minutes the two of you closed your eyes and relished in the silence. until satoru’s stomach cried out for help, and you had to stifle your laughter.
“you hungry?” you asked, eyes opening as you turn to look at your lover.
“no, i think i have to use the restroom,” he frowns, hands clutching his stomach as he jumped out of bed.
“oh my god,” you bit your lip, ready to give up on the face mask when satoru walks out of the restroom only a couple moments later.
“false alarm,” his face completely blank as he settles into bed next to you once more. “how much time is left?”
“6 minutes.”
“you’re lying to me, it has been much longer than four minutes!” he groans, “life is so hard when i can’t talk to my funny, amazing, beautiful, perfect, sweetheart,” he sighs.
“life is so peaceful when i can’t talk to my boyfriend,” you sigh, eyes opening and seeing satoru looking at you with the biggest frown on his face you’d ever seen, “I’m kidding! life is so terrible without my angel boy,” you reassure, a smile almost breaking onto your face.
silence settles between the two of you for a second.
“so, the weather” he asks, the two of you staring each other in the eyes before a smile breaks onto both of your faces, incessant giggles and back to back snorts filling the room as the two of you topple over in laughter.
“the weather? really?” you cry, smacking his leg as you continue laughing.
“you weren’t even talking! i was at least trying!” he laughs, tears rolling down his face as he wipes them instinctively, the mask rubbing onto his hands and making him frown.
“well the masks are ruined,” you check the timer on your phone, “how do we still have ten minutes left?” satoru asks, looking at him with a straight face when the timer goes off.
“thank god it’s over, let’s wash this off immediately so i can get my kisses” he grins, bounding over the restroom with his bunny ears flopping with him.
he’s quick to rinse his face, patting it dry with a towel before letting you do the same, watching as you moisturize your face and instruct him to do the same.
when the two of you are finally back in bed satoru looks more rejuvenated than ever, eyes bright and skin dewy as he smiled at you.
you could help but giggle, a small ‘what?’ leaving your lips as he hums in reply, taking you in his arms and pulling you as close to him as he could.
he could smell your body wash and your shampoo mixing together, he could smell his laundry detergent on his shirt that you stole. he figured this is what home smelled like.
“i love you, sweetheart,” he mumbles, placing feather kisses across your face, grinning when you laugh softly.
“i love you more, angel boy,” you sigh happily, “but you suck at skin care.”
satoru whines, falling ontop of you in protest, “next time i won’t mess it up i promise! today was just too good of a day to not laugh with my lover.”
you roll your eyes, not a hint of annoyance or attitude as you reply, “oh really? because that’s what you said the last three times we tried.”
“everyday is just perfect when it’s with you,” he grins, picking himself up and vigorously placing kisses across your face, only stopping when you push him off you gently.
“fine we’ll try again next time,” you smile, “now let’s go to sleep im exhausted.”
you didn’t really care about the masks or if they’d really help your skin or if the two of you ever made it the whole 10 minutes without messing it up.
all you cared about was spending time with your lover
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hyewka · 1 year
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dude sub!beomgyu is so hot. but you know what's hotter? bratty, possessive sub!gyu. maybe i'm biased cuz i like my men like that but likeeeee
wanna overstimulate him so bad until he's crying and whining for more 😵‍💫😵‍💫 n he probably acts like a bitch at the start, acting all confident and dominant.. yet the second you start fucking him he just folds :(
literally pushing my obsessive sub gyu agenda on everyone but he'd probably fuck you after seeing you getting all close with someone else as a way to show dominance 😵‍💫 gyu seems like the type who'd overstim himself inside of you too, moaning shit like "you're mine" as he chokes on his sobs.. might as well flip him over and let him know he belongs to you only :))
anyways i'm kinda hungry 😍
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warnings; sub!yandere-ish beomgyu, cockwarming, mentions of overstim? hair pulling, reader’s equally obsessive sorta, not proofread
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You twist your sore wrist, trying to relieve the pain Beomgyu you think, or at least hope, had unintentionally inflicted. But with the way he's been increasingly needy the more time you had spent shopping, the more you're sure it was far from an accident.
So it was no surprise how fast he got you on the bed when you finally went back home.
“You’re so mean to me.” he mutters in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin. Beomgyu has you pinned under him, his hold unforgiving, pressing down on your body. “You do it on purpose. Make me so fucking crazy, I hate it.”
You flutter your eyes shut when his lips make contact with your sensitive flesh, the slight nip making you breathe heavier. “Beomgyu.” you try warning, to stop him from going further, but it only spurs him on.
Earlier, you stumbled upon Jeongin-- your old highschool friend, while window shopping with Beomgyu by your side. Naturally, you'd want to catch up as you haven't seen him since the last highschool reunion which was two years ago. The longer you spent enthusiastically talking, the more you felt Beomgyu's fingertip dig into your wrist.
You figured he was jealous, and when Beomgyu was jealous, he was different in the sense that he needed reassurance. A lot of it.
When he starts sucking harshly, marking all over your neck down to your collarbones, hips increasingly grinding against your clothed core, his grunts ceasing to be an act slipping his neediness against your skin, you run up your hand to the back of his head grabbing a fistful— you were always fine with his desperation to give you hickeys whenever he felt insecure, laying pliant and letting him cover you with varying purple splotches but the drawn line was always him fucking you.
And that was exactly what he was trying to do, whore.
You yank his head back and the horny dog has no shame letting the blush creep up his cheeks even when he hisses out a curse. “Who gave you the right to grind against me?”
“What? I can’t try to fuck my girlfriend but you can go around whoring with—"
He shrieks when you pull his hair again, his scalp burning, tears already brimming on his waterline. “You have such a filthy mouth pup, I ought to put it to better use, no?”
His eyes still have the audacity to look down at you. You sneer, a soft scoff escaping your lips. Beomgyu has always been one to try and dom during sex, which you wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that you knew the poor boy was weak after a single twist to his bud.
After a few beats of silence, you decide to pull him down for a quick kiss, a mix of saliva and tongue, before you abruptly stop reciprocating and Beomgyus left whimpering against your lips urging you to continue. You put your hand on his chest, getting him to reluctantly pull away. “No. You have to fix your attitude first.”
He shakes his head, “You’re the one whos been talking about Jungwoon or whatever his name is—"
“Jeongin.”
“I don’t care! You couldn’t shut up about him the entire way here! I hate it. It feels like he could sweep you off your feet when I’m not paying attention and then—and then you’ll…” his assertive demeanor cracks in a flash, his face flushed, lower lip quivering up into a pout, “You’ll leave me and, and—“
You don’t let him finish, flicking his forehead to which his hand immediately fly up to rub as if you just smacked it. “Ouch? What was that for?”
“You’re such a dumb boy.” You say shaking your head. “I mentioned Jeongin once. Once during our way here because you seemed so bothered by how we knew each other.”
You weren’t lying, proven by the way Beomgyu tries to counter your point, but closes his mouth after nothing comes out. A sly smile, and your hands already sneakily sliding up his loose hoodie, thumb finding their way to graze his already hard nipples, “Baby boy got stupid jealous just because I talked to a guy, huh?”
His arms that were holding him up, pinned next to both sides of your body had started to tremble. So fast, it was almost comical.
“Shut up. He wasn’t just some guy. He was totally into you.”
You rub his bud in circles, cooing at how his hair falls over his face, as he tries to gain composure. “Really? You thought he was checking me out too?” you tease, making sure to catch him off guard with a random pinch.
His body jerks, a strained exhale leaving his lips before hes too weak to keep himself up anymore, head falling to bury itself in the crook of your neck, getting you to feel his bulge against your thigh. He was already giving up.
“Stooop.” he whines, continuing to rub his crotch on your inner thigh. “You’re so mean to me.”
You decide to give it up, instead twirling a strand of his soft hair as he gets more and more feverish against your leg. “N-no more teasing. Have to be inside you.” he finally breathes out, a call of desperation, so needy Beomgyu was.
Beomgyu who’s too impatient to fully take off your skirt, only pulling them up before he bunches up your panties to the side, his tip barely protruding your entrance before he pushes in his red dick in, so inexperienced and stupid, shuddering as he keeps his cock buried.
“You have to move pup.” you instruct lightly, trying to fuck yourself on his dick, but it proves impossible as Beomgyu shakes his head adamantly.
His breathing is heavy, dumb mind already filled with esctasy, head finding comfort in the warmth of your shoulder, cock drilled so deep inside he might go insane with your warmth, “Wanna stay in here forever."
“And ever.” he sighs, sucking on your abused hickeys again. “So you’ll never leave.”
It should’ve been concerning, a red flag to look back on but what happens if you feel the same way? Having him only be by your side.
Beomgyu who finally starts moving, ever so slightly, moaning with each small sharp snap into you. It takes you by complete shock when his pace goes a complete 180, Beomgyu becoming crazed, his thrusts quickly becoming sharp and erratic, so similar to his humping earlier with no particular rhythm, hammering into you, each love proclamation as tears waste no time to stain his cheeks, body shuddering with his head feeling light, drool trickling down under his chin, “Mine, mine, mine. Jeongin can’t have you like this. You’re mine.”
His body presses against yours, leaving no room for breathing, kissing you so roughly, yet his soft lips are a contrast, “I only belong to you. Nobody else—ha!”
His hips stagger, lanky body once looming over you so weak and frail. “N-no! Am cumming, cumming—“ he babbles so loudly, the sight so beautiful, his lashes more pronounced with the wetness of his tears. He belongs to you, he’s right. Just pressing against where his nipples are gets him to cum prematurely. You smirk feeling smug, even when simply the sound of his cute moans has you weak. You feel his hot load shoot inside you, bad boy.
He tries to catch his breath, clearly dumb fucked, chest heaving, as he falls to your side on the bed. You don’t let the boy get away so easily after not even making sure you finished.
The terrified look in his eyes as you swiftly get on top of him, switching positions was enough for you to know that this was going to be a long fucking night.
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y-rhywbeth2 · 2 months
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Watching Gortash and his decidedly un-Banite desires to have his authority questioned, valuing and desiring the esteem of another, wanting the Child of Bhaal to step on him: having my Durge rub their bloody little hands over him while looking Bane dead in the eye as they - the barely-divine progeny of his inferior/subordinate - taint his investment/property with disloyal desires and feelings:
Does This Bother You, Lord Bane?
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theinnuendoshop · 2 years
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Garbage men do it in bins
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Garbage men do it in bins
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