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#i feel like this would happen
luvrxbunny · 7 months
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eddie is towering over you, caging your body with his as he fucks you
but his hair is like a curtain, partially blocking the prettiest view, you.
so he keeps tucking it behind his ear until you pull it back into a pony tail for him, holding it in place with your hand as he ruts into you.
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kcuf-ad · 1 month
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Choso: So, you are the one that killed my brother, Nobara Kugisaki, I am going to kill yo-
Nobara: I am dating Yuji
Choso: Welcome to the family.
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hazbinbossbrainrot · 3 months
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How I would imagine after Angel Dust is redeemed:
*Someone knocks on the door*
Husk: “Angel Dust? Can you get that?”
* The spider gives no response, continues reading his book*
Husk: Angel!
. . .
Husk: Ugh! For fuck sake…” He gets ready to call out to him again. “ANTHONY!”
Anthony: “Jesus fuckin' Christ! WHAT?!”
Husk: “The door?”
Anthony: “Oh, why didn’t ya just say so in the first place?”
Husk: “I did! Why didn’t you answer—“ He begins to realise where he went wrong.
Anthony: “I gotta say who is this Angel Dust character? I’m jealous.”
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convinced that for new years the poets had a secret party with the rest of their classmates before going to the cave for their own private rendezvous. knox brought along chris who insisted they make and bring snacks for everyone. charlie brought wine and those party blowers. cameron tried to bring his record player for "some fun tunes" but charlie kept using the blowers over the top so the music was forgotten about until pitts came crashing into the cave at about 1:17 am with a stack of his cds (lets be real here his music taste would the best) and he and todd spend basically the whole time discussing their fav artists and songs.
but the poets soon learn that after neil's accident he hates loud noises, so during the annual Welton New Years Fireworks, todd wraps his arms around him and holds him until its over. when todd tells pitts and meeks, they bring to the cave their silent fireworks and they all welcome the new year together in their cave :)
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mxliv-oftheendless · 2 years
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Desire: Hello, brother. I have your son.
Dream: I have no son.
Desire: Really? Then who is this child that demanded chicken strips and told me you would send me to “Dreamland”?
Dream:
Dream: Lucienne, they have Jed.
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lesters-ukukle · 1 year
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Reyna, pep talking Annabeth, Hazel, Percy and Piper: You are all women of colour!
Annabeth: *looks at Percy*
Reyna: *looks at Percy too* And Percy! We're rocking with Percy cause he's rocking with us.
Hazel: yeah!
Percy: *wiping a tear* thank you guys
Piper: Can we abandon him?
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Devil: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?
Henchman: If by 'a moment' you mean me not strangling you for eating my cookies than i guess we are.
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katherine-howy · 1 year
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Kitty:(acting)YOU KILLED MY FATHER
Anne:No, I am your father
Kitty:WHAT
Anne:wait no, uh, I'm pregnant and your the father
Kitty:WHAT!
Anne:I mean, I'm pregnant and Your the baby!
Kitty:WHAT!
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Percy: *hugs Thalia*
Thalia: ew what is this?
Percy: affection
Thalia: gross
Percy:
Thalia: do it again
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Zack: hey Aerith, what do bees make?
Aerith: honey?
Zack: yes dear?
Aerith: *giggles* Zack, that was so cheesy
Zack: but it worked didn’t it?
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gildedquill · 2 years
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Klaus: If I had a nickel for every time you-
Reginald: *runs over Klaus in a clown car*
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fanficwriter284 · 1 year
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Chucky had been struggling for the past 5 minutes struggling to remove a cap from his beer. Cussing faintly to himself in German because that's what occurred most natural, plus he wasn't sober, so he had been flipping between languages.
"Sweetface there's no cap on your beer"
"......."
*Processeing*
"....Oh......"
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Count Bleck: The last time I went to an urgent care clinic, I checked off 'excessive crying' on the symptom list, and then the nurse got really confused and said that was meant for babies.
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andthebeanstalk · 11 months
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
#hlep#original#mental health#my sympathies and empathies to anyone who has to rely on this kind of hlep to get what they need.#the people in my life who most need to see this post are my family but even if they did I sincerely doubt they would internalize it#i've tried to break thru to them so many times it makes my head hurt. so i am focusing on boundaries and on finding other forms of support#and this thing i learned today helps me validate those boundaries. the example with the milk was from my therapist.#the example with the towing company was a real thing that happened with my parents a few months ago while I was age 28. 28!#a full adult age! it is so infantilizing as a disabled adult to seek assistance and support from ableist parents.#they were real mad i was mad tho. and the spoons i spent trying to explain it were only the latest in a long line of#huge family-related spoon expenditures. distance and the ability to enforce boundaries helps. haven't talked to sisters for literally the#longest period of my whole life. people really believe that if they love you and try to help you they can do no wrong.#and those people are NOT great allies to the chronically sick folks in their lives.#you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead?#or will you have courage and be kind? will you learn and grow? all of us have prejudices and practices we are not yet aware of.#no one is pure. but will you be kind? will you be a good friend? will you grow? i hope i grow. i hope i always make the choice to grow.#i hope with every year i age i get better and better at making people feel the opposite of how my family's ableism has made me feel#i will see them seen and hear them heard and smile at their smiles. make them feel smart and held and strong.#just like i do now but even better! i am always learning better ways to be kind so i don't see why i would stop
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yourdearblackberry · 10 months
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Remember this?
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WEELLLLLLL
Don't mind me, just-
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loumands · 1 year
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I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw or a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently
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