#huh..

[keybordcaps]

happy late valentines day, mightve blacked out making this. dunno

#kinitopet #kinito #kinito fanart #kinitopet fanart #valentines day #huh.. #i feel very spacey after making this maybe im tired

[theboyofalltime]

How can Ghost be named Ghost when his ass cheeks are so fat that they alert everyone in his vicinity, he should be called thunder clap for fuck sake.

#ghost cod #ghost modern warfare #cod modern warfare #simon ghost riley #Simon Riley #huh..

[angelbigwhale]

🖍🖍🖍🖍

#welcome home #howdy pillar #Huh..

[ashersanity]

Bloodied and bruised up (PT. 1?)

Cleaning out my drafts one by one.. Fuck, this is a pain in the ass.

pairings : m!whitney x sadistic, defiant m!PC because I’m convinced he’s a cockwhore that drools at the sight of a fat cock and is in denial about it. There’s a brief mention of kylar, but the little gremlin doesn’t appear in this fic, maybe in my next ones.

summary : whitney catches PC in the boy’s bathroom and it turns into a messy fight.

content warning! : physical violence, stabbing, knife play bloodplay, dub-con

Nothing made you feel safer than feeling the outline of the knife in your pocket at all times. The one that Kylar had gifted you suddenly in the park, claiming that it was to fend off the perverts and whores away. You weren’t one to reject gifts and you gladly accepted it. Much more useful than a couple of pepper sprays plus it felt nice as hell to watch your molester cry out in pain whenever you jabbed them in the arm or leg, sinking the silver deep into the tender skin.

The same one you were now sinking into your bully’s flesh right now, not too deep, just enough to make him wince out in pain and let out sounds that you’ve never ever heard from him before.

Yeah, you hadn’t really expected it to get to this point, but it was his fucking fault for making up that stupid bathroom rule where you weren’t allowed to enter because you were “a shit excuse of a boy”. Obviously, you didn’t listen, why the hell would you? And the consequences came to bite you in the ass, of course.

Luck wasn’t on your side today, bumping right into the blond upon entering the bathroom. His face darkening as you entered the place, without his cronies sticking to his sides for once, grabbing onto your shirt collar to beat the living shit out of you for disobeying his words. “What did I say about showing your face in here?” He snarled, fisted hand ready to meet your face. “Guess I’ll have to beat it into you.”

You could’ve apologized, maybe do the whole begging and pleading thing where you get on your knees and tell Whitney that you’re sorry, but you weren’t a pushover. No, you had enough of his stupid shit, always forced to strip in the middle of the hallway in front of everyone or give him head under the desk as he was lectured by Leighton.

Snapping on the spot, you gripped his arm, twisting with surprising strength that he hadn’t expected out of you. The action caught him off guard momentarily for a brief second, taking the opportunity to push him onto the grimy bathroom floor with a loud thud.

Both of you struggled there for a moment, pushing and pulling at each other before the blond eventually flipped your positions over so that he was on top, straddling you to the ground. “You little shi—“ Whitney started, only to be cut off by the swipe of a knife, the material barely grazing his skin and leaving an open-wounded cut, fresh blood now dripping down his cheek.

“Fuck!” He cursed out. “ Where the hell did you get that??” The delinquent paused for a moment, wiping away the stain on his cheek and regarding it, thick red smearing his hand before letting out a laugh. “Did that creep give it to you? Should’ve known you hung out with that loser, bunch of freaks.”

“They’re not a freak.” You hissed back firmly, defending Kylar’s honour just like they did with yours whenever the other called you names in the cafeteria. Your blade was almost pressing into his skin, holding it against his neck. Honestly your bully could only stare at you before barking out another laugh, this one much louder than the others.

“What? You’re their little fan now too? That’s cute.” He smirked, running a bloodied hand through his fringe. “Doesn’t change anything between us. I still own you, slut.” Whitney said, undeterred by the other’s knife close against his flesh, confident you wouldn’t do jack shit anyway, at least, that’s what he thought. Instead, he wrapped a firm hand around your wrist, daring you to do it.

“You’re gonna stab me, slut? I fucking dare y’a.” The bully taunted, cold blue eye meeting yours. His taunt was all you needed, driven by instinct, you practically pushed him back, the momentum putting him on his back and you on top.

“Don’t you fucking think I wouldn’t!” With a hiss, you pressed your knife forward, putting more pressure on the other’s neck to the point that blood started to seep through, the velvety consistency staining both of you.

“F-fuck..” Whitney gasped out, seizing up on the spot with his voice picking up a pitch, the sudden shift in his tone made you pause.

No way.

“Whitney.. Don’t tell me you..” A sharp inhale left his throat as you pressed the blade in deeper, threatening to almost cut him up completely. The delinquent didn’t answer, but the bulge pressing up beneath your ass was all you needed to know.

He was hard. Hard from this.

And so were you.

“You like this.” You uttered, breath growing heavier at the sight of having your bully like this, under you, your knife digging into his skin and drawing fresh blood. Shit, why did he have to look so pretty covered in his own mess?

Uhhh, stopping here for the time being.

Part 2?

#huh.. #forgot I had this in my drafts #they’re piling up one by one #having a hard time keeping it up #dol #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #whitney dol #whitney degrees of lewdity #male reader #character x reader #character x male reader #insane asher #asher writes

[anarchistqueer]

Transage culture is taking “mental age” quizzes often before you realized

#i remember taking them so often years ago #i was always like “hm why does this age make more sense than my chronological age! #huh.. #transage #txt #transid #transx #transids please interact #transid safe #transid community #pro transid #radqueer #radqueers please interact

[checkitoutmikey]

Marko: I dare you to tell Paul you are a lesbian

Y/N: what? why?

Marko: just trust me on this

*five minutes later*

David: get up

Paul, laying on the floor, sobbing hysterically: what for? It’s no use anyway!

#sometimes i get drunk and the most random ideas pop into my head #huh.. #poor paulie #he has three perfectly willing boyfriends but nah #it's either 5some with that one chick or nothing #i will need to revisit this post once im sober #the lost boys paul #the lost boys david #the lost boys marko #tlb #the lost boys #Enaris brain goes brrrrrr

[rowrowronnie]

sorry but i need to go back into my riddler roots what does he mean by this why did he say this is he alright in the head what is wrong with him actualyrw

#the batman #the riddler #paul dano #WELL. WELL THEN. #WELL. #HM #HUH.. #WELP. #my thoughts #everyday i toe the line between normalcy and insanity and everyday i have to fight off the urge to jump off the deep end and drown

[sans-guy]

What would Butch do if someone just took a massive shit right in the middle of the butcher floor?

#huh..

[bloodsalted]

@qapsiel || oh this is coming. i told you. || no i'm not sorry.

[AGONY] - Dean rescues Cas from the hands of the enemy, and finds him in terrible shape. 😇

the room where cas was taken from him? it's one that he's avoided taking every damn precaution he can to turn a blind eye to the slimmest chance he might see those four walls ever again. all but one night. the next one. where he tricked himself into thinking that, maybe, if he showed up and called for him enough--the previous night would simply go away and like some fucking magic that doesn't exist in his world (because why would it? why would he get even that much of a god damn BREAK?)--cas would be standing there. coughed up by the ink and black and NOTHING that he willingly let take him shattering every piece of dean and what they had in the process. because why? because he loved him. as much as dean loved him back.

he can't get the feeling of cas's skin off his hands. he doesn't want to. the last touch. the last whisper of i love you, too against the angel's mouth as the worst nightmare he could think of happened in front of his eyes and he was powerless to stop it. even his hands that gripped cas's face, that desperately clawed for and missed his shoulders. felt like they betrayed him. THEY KEEP FEELING THAT WAY. even now. in all the time it's taken him to figure out HOW. in all the time's he's gotten down on his hands and knees and prayed or screamed until his voice was raw and torn and sam heard and came running to JACK that he give him some sorta sign. some sorta power to take that day back! that he'd give up the rest of his decades on earth (if you could count that high..who knows how much time he's got?? OR WHAT IT'S WORTH) for just another week. another month. another YEAR (just one) to have cas back. where he belongs. back WHERE HE BELONGS.

to all the people we've lost along the way.

only he couldn't accept that. he couldn't rest. he couldn't sleep. tried to have his own sorta funeral that was bullshit come a few hours later. he trashed his room. he threw insults, in his mind and outloud, at the boy he loved if he isn't going to fucking LISTEN then what good was ANYTHING FOR? until he thought his heart couldn't break anymore. and that's when it came to him. what to do. where to go. and that he'd bleed for it if he had to. so? that's where he is now. standing in that room. staring at the empty spot where cas was dragged off to with a blade in his hand that feels so heavy, he doesn't know if he can keep hold of it for long. dean drops to his knees. 'maybe not today... but someday.. TODAY IS SOMEDAY.' like some force outside of himself is in control. the blood that swells out of his cut palm puddles freely from the cut as the blade hits the floor. he paints in his own shades of reddish black brown markings that come to him without even a thought as to what they might mean. he doesn't know. but there's a warmth in his chest and a glow to his eyes that illuminates the floor in a shade that only reminds him of their son.

the same light begins to fill the room. and there's a warmth on his shoulder that pulls him up and pushes him forward towards it. it's so bright that he has to squint his eyes. so blue and white and that guiding hand simply pushes him FORWARD into it. and past that? BLACK. thick air so heavy he can barely move his limbs. he drips blood as he walks. a steady trail that bursts with color instead of rotting into brown in his wake. it follows him. step by step. even as the muddy dark battles against him. he smells of ozone and honey. beer and pie. and that scent reaches out like a coil around the angel trapped in the dark. it curls around his mind and soothes him as if it's a touch beckoning him to seek out the source. a voice in castiel's mind. not dean's.. but someone else he loves. 'you don't deserve to be here, castiel. go.' and that's when dean's steps can be heard. little puddles of light bead behind him still. brightening cas's NIGHT like the stars of the big dipper. "CAS?!" dean's hand clasps his shoulder. marking it as he was once marked. glowing brilliantly bright. all the warmth and love and LIGHT of family there to bring him HOME.

HE FOUND HIM.

#featuring: castiel (qapsiel) #qapsiel #huh.. #what do ya know? did myself my own damn dirty. #ily. #lay your weary head to rest. (chapter i)

[tom-matt-exclusive]

pov youre matt hargreeves trying to stop the artist from drawing this comic strip but miguel ohara is there

#bro its a canon event #huh.. #ew matt #ew tom #mattom

[letsgetitblog]

... Do y'all think Smg4 & Smg3 would look good in some turtlenecks? And some gold chains? .... *sips tea* I think they would look GREAT. *sips tea but louder*

#i will go on pinterest and show yall my vision #i may not know how to draw i but can imagine #smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #as soon as i thought about this underfell sans popped up in my head... #huh..

[ur-fav-malewifey]

Hmm..

#bioshock infinite #robert lutece #i could apply many of my fav songs 2 him #and most would make sense #huh..

[t4tails]

sorry I associate you in my mind with Ninjago I don't know shit about them but to me people who post about sonic and people who post about Ninjago are the same

WHAT. IVE NEVER EVEN SEEN NINJAGO?

#og post #ask #anon #HUH..

[irl-morros-account]

Fuck uh— I don’t really know if this is a good time but I guess I’m apologising?.

So. Sorry for being a jerk. I guess. Shouldn’t forced you onto something. Yep sorry this is awkward.

Oh, right. Wasn't expecting this.

Thanks for apologising,, I'm sorry too. I got pissed, really shouldn't have yelled at you so much. Sorry about that

#huh.. #morro irl account #irl morro #answering asks #morrosfirstfan

[vampirekinn]

"..Welcome, to Desert Bluffs"

#fly agaric #HUH.. #WHERES CECIL :( #im stopping there tho #too sleepy so i'll continue tomorrow #but askjdg #it was p funny how cecil said he was in a horrible hellish place meanwhile it was just the desert bluffs side asdkhgsgkfj #i miss carlos tho also :( where is he how did the date go :( #wtnv

[freakingpeepseverywhere]

the 8th anniversary for undertale is EEPY!!

#i am in heaven right now #EEPER HEAVEN YIPPEEEE!! #undertale #i never posted anything about undertale until now #huh..