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umbraastaff · 2 years

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my one hope for the far-future graphic novels is that they keep in the “and then i go over to [name]” bit from S&S

#this is a joke i have so many hopes and dreams #I HOPE THE NEXT REDROBE SCENE IS MORE ON TRACK W CANON #I KNOW YOURE TRYING TO MAKE HIM SCARY AND COOL BUT THE ORIGINAL CK SCENE WAS SO HUMANIZING AND IMPORTAN #T #and establishes a connection btwn barry and magnus that can b drawn on for suffering game #grabbing and shaking you #anyway cant wait for the meltdown i will cry thansk #oh oh also btw the reason for this post is bc in the same vicinity as that joke is whn merle apologizes for calling barry a douche #and they did specifically plant the douche line in the htbg novel #soooo they definitely can do that LOL

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tummysmoocher · 1 month

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Having this kink is so funny because You will have a crush on someone and think they are soooooo fucking hot and they will stand there and tell you that they are insecure about their body and you will have to do the equivalent of locking your brain in a straitjacket to formulate a response that sounds supportive and socially acceptable when the reality is that you would commit atrocities just to kiss their stomach ONCE. That, if given the opportunity, you would worship them like they were royalty. And you would do this in both a non-kinky way because you love them and think they are beautiful and wish that they could see themself the way you see them but also in the kinky way where it feels like there’s a feral dog inside of you that wants to sink it’s teeth into the softness of them and never let go. You have to stand there and think to yourself “you have no idea the things I would do to you. You have no idea just how desirable you are.” And it’s honestly unbearable !!!!!

#‘I need to lose weight :(‘ NO!!! YOU NEED TO LET ME MAKE SWEET SWEET LOVE TO YOU!!!!#babygirl I will Pavlov self love into you in ways you’ve never imagined #wg text #soft feedism #idk does this make sense. the overwhelming urge to grab someone and shake them and be like #‘the fact that you have no idea what you do to me just by existing is so upsetting. I wish you could see you from my eyes.’

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emilylprentiss · 2 months

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Twin Peaks 2.17

#*grabs you by the front of your shirt and shakes you* i love him so much!!!!#twin peaks #twinpeaksedit #tvedit #horroredit #twinpeaksdaily #dale cooper #usertj #userhollywood #tuserjana #tuserheidi #userveronika #nightlyponder #kallypsos #cargopantsprentiss #twin peaks gifs #*mine

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gniteruirui · 4 months

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@lilmissnia HAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉🎁🎈🎊🎂

#GRABS YOU #SHAKING YOUUU #GRABS YOU AGAIN #gives you cake 🎂#lilmissnia #first part of birthday present #rui rui talks

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valeriapryanikova · 2 years

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some of the hermits but creepy :D

#i was trying out a creepy art style can you tell #tangotek #pearlescentmoon #bdubs #grian #zombiecleo #mumbo jumbo #ijevin #mcyt #mcyt fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitblr #tumblr dislikes me T_T #*grabs tumblr by the collar and shakes it* show my fcking post in the tags !!!

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zxal · 9 months

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you're just like me

#yugioh #ygo #yugi muto #atem #ryou bakura #thief king bakura #my art #ygo art #sorry for the non kh art but YALL ASKED FOR IT i cant be held responsible #I've been falling back down the yugioh hole i can't help it........#what if there w. were two guys and they were the same guy but different guys (shaking you) what about it what about it #i've thought a lot about yugi's relationship w atem vs. ryou's relationship with ybakura and how like #it's different but it's the same....its the same.....its the same #(grabs you) come closer. i have so much to tell you

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anachronistic-falsehood · 25 days

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do u ever think about how tragic qroier is as a character. he’s lost so much. he is grieving and angry all the time and yet he’s covered it up with a smile so well that people rarely notice. he got betrayed by a good friend he lost his son he lost his best friend and egg partner he lost his husband. he even lost his own body. he can’t have literally anything without it being taken away from him. nothing is his to keep not even his own life and his own face. do u guys ever think about that. do u ever think about him

#qsmp #grabs you and shakes you DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HIM #MOST TRAGIC GUY EVER

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bri-cheeses · 29 days

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“Have you ever been in love?”

The question seems to take Evan by surprise. “What?”

Barty repeats the question, shifting up into a sitting position. His hands dig into the ground, still damp from last night’s rain. “Have you ever been in love?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, looking down at his feet, Evan quietly answers, “Yes.”

Suddenly, Barty is mad at himself for asking. He can’t even say why he asked in the first place; he simply had the thought, and being the impulsive person he is, he asked without thinking. Now he wishes he hadn’t, if only to have avoided this odd burning in his chest caused by Evan’s answer. And really, he should drop the topic, based on downcast tint to Evan’s response, but he can’t seem to let it go. So instead, he presses the issue.

“When?” he asks, looking intently at Evan.

At that, Evan looks to his left, purposely avoiding eye contact with Barty. He stubs out his cigarette on the grass next to him, a thin curl of smoke rising up from it as he does so. “A long, long time ago.” His voice is dark with something Barty can’t name.

“Did it end well?”

Evan cuts him a look. “Who said it ended?”

At his words, something twists inside Barty. Suddenly there’s a lump in his throat as he works to get out his next sentence. “Well, you said a long time ago. So I thought that it was a, uh, past thing.”

“Yeah. It was a long time ago. When I… fell in love.”

Barty knows he’s the one who started this conversation, but he really hates the way Evan says love in reference to some mystery person. At least he used past tense, though, meaning it’s a thing of the past.

“So what happened?” Barty questions.

“They didn’t want me in the way I wanted them. Still don’t want me that way.” There’s something bitter in Evan’s tone, and he’s gone back to refusing to look at Barty. In contrast, Barty stares at him intently. He feels as though he’ll be able to see through Evan’s exterior and into his insides, where all his secrets are hidden, if he only looks hard enough.

“Who was it?”

“Does it matter?” Evan’s voice is biting as he sharply turns his head back towards Barty.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Barty leans back onto his elbows, tearing his gaze from Evan. It’s almost comical how their positions have changed; now, Evan stares at Barty, and Barty looks out over the lake in an effort to avoid his gaze.

“It was no one important, okay?”

“Oh.” Something settles in Barty when he hears that, even if Evan’s tone contrasts with his dismissive words. “They were—still are—an idiot, though. Just for the record.”

Evan laughs in that disbelieving way of his, as if he’s sharing an inside joke with himself. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Barty says definitively. “I mean, you’re perfect. And whoever can’t see that is an idiot.”

“Perfect?”

“Yup.” Barty means it, too.

“Yeah, well,” Evan scoffs, “it isn’t good enough for them. So it doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you’re good enough for me,” Barty says hotly. “So don’t worry about that asshole. Because and me? We’re best friends, and you’ll always be good enough for me. You know that, right?”

Evan is avoiding Barty’s gaze again. He picks at the grass next to him, focusing on that instead. “Right,” he says somewhat bitterly.

“I mean it,” Barty insists. “You are.”

Evan looks at him, smiling sadly. “Thanks, Bee. But it’s getting cold. I think I’ll head back inside if that’s all right with you.”

“I—okay. Yeah, uh, sure.”

With that, Evan gets up and begins the walk back to the castle. Barty watches him go, thinking their entire exchange over.

He’s not entirely sure where the conversation went sour enough to get Evan to leave, but clearly something must’ve caused his abrupt departure. Even if Barty had thought he had said the right things to get Evan to cheer up again. He had meant what he said, too; Evan always would be good enough for him. Barty honestly couldn’t imagine a better best friend.

So Evan shouldn’t, Barty thinks heatedly, have ever been hung up on some asshole who couldn’t even see how amazing he is.

Barty continues to sit there, close to the shore of the lake, and watches Evan’s retreating form. And as he watches Evan reach up to wipe at his eyes, trying and failing to act like it was nonchalant gesture, he resolves to find out who Evan was talking about. And he’s going to make them, whoever it may be, pay for how they hurt Barty’s best friend.

#Barty you IDIOT #ugh #also Evan never said that it ended buddy #just that he fell in love a while ago (translation: Evan knows how to dodge questions)#also did u not notice that he kept switching between past and present tense #also Barty’s repeated insistence that Evan is perfect AS HIS BEST FRIEND #ah my heart #i want to grab Barty by the shoulders and shake some sense into him #i say that as if i’m not the one writing this #btw someone needs to take the angst away from me because i’m having wayy too much fun with it #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #marauders era

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ghouljams · 9 months

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1870s!Ghost: So you think I’m PRETTY???!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? 💖💖💖

You keep doing it. "Pretty boy, over here." "If you weren't so pretty..." "You just gonna sit there lookin' pretty or are you gonna help?" Pretty, pretty, pretty. It's driving Ghost crazy. He isn't pretty dammit. How would you know anyway? You haven't even seen his face.

Ghost pulls a cloth over the ejector rod of his six shooter, cleaning and greasing the parts of his pistol as he lays them out over the kitchen table. It's practiced and methodical work, easy on his head. He's got no reason to think about pretty sharp shooters while he's cleaning his gun.

"You're getting grease all over my table pretty boy."

Ghost catches your arm as you walk past, pulls you back towards him, "You keep callin' me that we're gonna have a problem."

"What? Pretty boy?" You smile, don't bother trying to shake his hand off. Ghost loosens his grip, to be gentlemanly. You could slip free, you don't.

"You think you're funny."

"Not a lick," your smile hardly budges. Ghost feels his jaw tick, clenching it too hard. It's not right for someone as pretty as you to be calling him that. Kind words are reserved for people like you, not him.

He can't tell you that. You wouldn't understand, and you'd made it clear your position on sweet talking. Although that rule didn't seem to apply to you. Ghost hums, releases your arm and turns back to his work. You're too quick to grab his jaw and turn his attention back to you, his eyes widen.

"It's 'cause I'm betting you are pretty under this," your fingers tap his mask, the soft black fabric and painted wood skull, "S'why you wear it, don't wanna break any hearts." The sincerity in your voice makes heat race over Ghost's cheeks, he's never been more thankful to have his face hidden. He's sure you'd get a kick out of his blush.

Ghost swats your hand away, tries to focus on the pieces of his gun, tries to remember what he'd cleaned. "Take your sweet talk to the barn, isn't that the rule?" He can't have you being so friendly with him, giving a man ideas.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind you sweet talking me."

"What?" Ghost thinks he might twist his spine out of his back with how quick he turns to look at you, but you're already halfway out the back door. His heart pounds in his chest as you wave a hand over your shoulder, done with the conversation. Pretty. He's going to have to get used to that.

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #gunslinger!ghost #oc: goose #ghost x oc #me grabbing ghost by the shoulders and shaking: she wants to fuck you #get your girl gunslinger #shes better than whatever bounty youre chasing #1870s!cowboy

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prwlnglthr · 6 months

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over on my fe twitter, I'd share wips and one-night doodles-sketches-what-will-yous with my circle. circles died :( so here's the highlight reel!!

#sylvain jose gautier #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #fire emblem #dimitri fire emblem #dimileth #byleth eisner #sure good enough!#spx femblem #spx fanart #spx digishit #if you ask nicely (or say you're cold at all) you can wear the funny hat #depressive slump not real only mimi real only mimi real only mimi real I'm grabbing the mirror and shaking it #ahhh the horror the horror Anyway! I love booboo kittyfuck my king booboo kittyfuck!

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varilien · 2 years

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vash, you haven't changed

#trigun #trigun fanart #trigun stampede #trigun 2023 #vash #vash the stampede #OUHHHHH YOU DON'T KNOW HOW FAST I RAN AND GRABBED MY TABLET I CRIED FOR LIKE THIRTY MINUTES LMAOOOOOO #I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BABY LOOKS SO COOOOOOOOL I'M SO EMO ABOUT HIM UUUUUUUU #i feel SO fucking normal my fucking god (pretending i'm not like. shaking with excitment dfhgkjd)#as a side note i'm fucking PISSED he has the one hair style i do not fucking know how to make look good. seriously i'm already suffering.#i guess i'll have to learn it SOMETIME #(casually changes the colors on this after 200+ ppl have already reblogged it dfhgkjdf)#screencap redraw

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espighty · 1 year

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Hate the commonplace misinterpretation of this line.

You must remember that Splinter speaks in riddles. If you think he’s going the straightforward direction and addressing the knee injury itself, I am afraid you are wildly mistaken.

Physical limits will hold you back no matter what, but be careful not to impose mental limits on yourself by believing you can’t do it. It’s better to try and fail because of a physical injury than to never try at all because you’re convinced you can’t do it.

He is not saying ‘ignore your leg injury’. He is saying ‘Do not let your injury stop you from trying’. Do you understand me. Are you understanding what I am saying to you.

#I tried to post thsi once already but it didn’t go through and I had to type it all out again urgk #anyways. you will listen to me #I am grabbing you I am shaking you I am slamming your skull into the concrete. you will listen #Splinter is like 25% bad at parenting but this moment is not one of his sins #if you read this far thank you I lov you #txt #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt splinter #edit: upon further inspection this is one of his sins actually. like it’s good advice but he’s saying it to the wrong guy.

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ottosbigtop · 6 months

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nothing makes me yearn for a psychonauts animated series more than watching this video. Ouhghhhh AUGHHHH.

#Grabs my head . Shakes it a little .#psychonauts how i love you.#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #misc :0]#Youtube

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jadewritesficshere · 1 year

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Modern!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Contains: nudes, mutual masturbation, phone sex

18+ only

Eddie flopped face down onto his mattress with a sigh. After working all day, playing at the Hideout, and then hauling all of the bands' equipment, he was wiped. He wanted nothing more then to smoke and go to sleep. His phone pinged with a notification. A contact under the name "Loser" had messaged him, causing a split second of confusion before a lazy grin spread across his face when he realized it was you (he had forgotten he changed it when high). You had been unable to come see Corroded Coffin play tonight as you had made previous plans.

Loser: How did it go?? Good?? Bad??

Loser: Was that one chick who wants to be a groupie there??

Eddie: went ok. Y u jealous?

Loser: just curious lol

Eddie: sure. Wbu?

Loser: Good! Robin and Nancy came. We had a nice dinner. We did paintings! Robin's looks better then mine. Mine looks like shit 😔 now just taking a bath and relaxing.

Eddie: show me?

Loser: lol no???

Eddie: y not? I'm sure it good

Loser: you sure?

Eddie: yes

Loser: fine

Eddie doubted your painting looked bad. You always tore yourself down, even when you did amazing things. He always wanted to throttle you, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he did. Eddie rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. He would convince you one day that you were awesome, but until then he would just have to keep reminding you. His phone dinged with a new message from you. He opened it and saw a picture attached and-

Immediately dropped his phone. His heart picked up speed. His eyes widened and face flushed. Eddie dove for the phone as if it were a life preserver and he was drowning. He couldn't believe his eyes. He licked his lips and stared at his phone.

A picture from your neck down. Bubbles in the bath around you. Water was running down your collarbone towards your tits. Your nipples barely covered by the bubbles. One boob having no bubbles around it at all, but your hand flipping him off blocked him from seeing more. He was greedy. He wanted to see more, and had never imagined you would send him this to begin with. Eddie looked down at the tent that had formed in his boxers.

Loser: ask nicely next time 😤

Eddie groaned and his dick twitched. You had totally misunderstood him, he had wanted to see your painting- of course he was more then glad for this outcome. However, he couldn't quite unsee what you had sent, nor would he want to. Eddie reread your text. Next time means more than just this once. Means maybe he could see more. Means maybe he has a better shot with you then he thought. He already overthought things with you many times, and now his brain had just switched to overdrive.

A million thoughts ran through his head as his hand traveled south. He paused briefly," Oh fuck it." He grabbed his dick over his boxers, causing the outline to be very noticeable. He took a pic before sending it to you. He would have felt bad about not sending a message with it, but he would have sat there for ages trying to think of a response. And he couldn't find it in himself to care as he pressed lightly against his dick.

He dropped his phone on his stomach. All Eddie could think about was you as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your soap covered tits. How beautiful they looked.. He licked his hand before slowly grasping his dick and squeezing the base, causing the tip to flush more. The pressure causing him to moan. He slowly stroked up and down his length. He picked up the pace, canting his hips up to meet his hand. Part of him wanted to go slow, but the rest of him wanted to get this over with quick so he could do it again and again and again. His chest heaved and sweat started to form on his brow. A sigh fell from his lips that quickly turned to a moan at the thought of it being your hand wrapped around him. How small your hand would look on his dick. How-

His stomach tensed and he jolted as his phone started vibrating and your ringtone played. The vibrations on his lower stomach felt so good, he was tempted to let it keep playing, but the urge to hear your voice was stronger. With his free hand he grabbed the phone and answered. "H-hello?" Eddie asked, panting into the phone. "Oh fuck, Eddie," your voice higher than normal sounded like music to his ears. Eddie moaned and your response was a whimper. "Fuck babe, see what you do to me?" Eddie's voice felt like sandpaper, he was surprised he could even find words. "Uh-huh." The sound of water splashing caught Eddie's attention," holy shit. Are you touching yourself?" "Wish it were you."

Eddie's mind went fuzzy as he picked up speed. The schlick noise picking up, his mind filtering out everything except your moans. "Sound so good. Wish I was there." Eddie mumbled, feeling his tip leaking generously. He was so close. "Fuuuck Eddie I'm gonna-" your sentence was cut off with a moan and he lost it. His hips bucked without rhythm and cum spurted everywhere. He never understood the phrase of people seeing stars behind their eyes until now, but they were more like fireworks. He had never cum this much in his life, not even when he had first found porn.

He slowly came back down, a euphoric feeling enveloping him. A warmth spread in his chest as it heaved, trying to catch a breath. He looked down and saw his shirt covered with his release. Your chuckle pulled him back to earth. "Uh so that happened...so whatcha gonna do about it Munson?" He hummed," Think i should ask you for a date." "You should."

Eddie had the biggest grin when you finally got off the phone, date planned for Friday night. He looked down at your contact name before changing the s to a v. He was going to find that painting you did and make sure it hung over his bed, so he could remember this night forever.