#ohhhh my fucking god

[one-winged-dreams]

no food in the house, only had a slice of milk bread for breakfast

and now i'm going werewolf mode

#ohhhh my fucking god #i could kill something myself and eat it raw right now i swear to fucking god #vent

[sunlitmcgee]

just remembered the "ctechno can't control himself because of the voices so you're ableist if you think he needs to say sorry for anything" takes and I need to kill

#ohhhh my fucking god

[rusty-gloinks]

FYULUFKYFXTUKCTGHJFKUYFFKYUFUYLIGLUILH. FGKYUGFUYLKFUY IM FUCKING CRYING. THEYRE SO HAPPY IM LITERALLY TEARING UP ANDND GOOING FERAL HELP MEEEEEE

#I THTIFUTH IT WAS A TEA PARTYY #THEYRE CLEANIHG I THINLTHST #THSTS SO FUCKING CUTE #OH MY GOF MY HEART #THEYRE GONNA BE BESTIES #OHHHH MY FUCKING GOD #PROBABLY #WRENBLES #IM NOT OKAY RIGHT NOW

[yixiangs]

bff u r not gonna like the news........

BEANIE HOLD ME I FEEL FUCKING FAINT

#OHHHH MY FUCKING GOD #I JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL AND I HAVE TH OUGHTS #they couldnt just stop at one of my picks they had to go and get my second pick too KKULTAERAES WTF I TRUSTED YOU #IM INCONSLABLE RN???? #dabae's asks

[crybaby-bkg]

I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.

“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.

“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.

you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.

you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.

he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.

“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.

“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.

#omg I wrote this idea down last night and couldn’t even type it up #bc I took some sleep meds and it put me out SO FUCKING QUICK???? #usually I don’t lay down until like an hour and a half or two #but it was literally like 40 mins and I was DONE!!!! #but I finally wrote it :D #there’s also been so much talk of him on the dash and i am. very much so liking this #I miss him bc I don’t think about him enough #but I also think he can be. so mean. like NASTY mean when his limits are pushed enough #ohhhh my god I wont him so bad #okay gn I took more meds bc my pelvis has been in so much pain???? #just the right side too??? omg AM I DYING GELP #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬

[katabay]

bi-han and kuai liang this time! I love. fucked up brothers. and they're so so so messed up. when bi-han comes out of the fog in that one scene? I'll be thinking about it FOREVER

#im bi-han enjoyer and man did this game give me a lot to enjoy #also he sounds so fucking heavy when he hits something like ohhhh my god fold me in half and throw me at a wall #i had something half serious thoughts wise about the dynamic they have in this timeline specifically #the way that kuai liang frames bi-han's betrayal when he's speaking to other characters vs when he's talking to tomas #but im thinking about uhhhhhhh. im thinking #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #bi han #kuai liang

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

im so Normal. totally not shaking and crying rn

#its nice to be this excited about something again! to the point of nausea! #and i Mean That #this is the good kinda stress. tis a welcome break from the usual brands #all week i've been having moments of 'ohhhh god New Information Incoming' and i have to sit down every time #and measure my breathing to chill tf out #is this unhealthy! maybe! i am trying to keep it Contained!! tightly leashed if you will #BUT OH FUCK ITS ALMOST HERE AGH AGH AGH #absolutely unprompted #welcome home #i will probably be unable to discover secrets bc i am bad with computers and the like #but hey! ill try! #if there's like... a spoiler tag yall want from me ill make sure to tag any Update Posts with it #then again wh is a unique scenario of like... Are there spoilers #bc it feels like a 'a couple people uncover stuff and then show/tell the rest' thing #but what would i know! this is kinda the first update! #LETS GO GAMERS I HOPE THE NEW STUFF IS TRAUMATIZING FOR BOTH US AND THE CHARACTERS #alright im getting to excited again im gonna go lay down #gonna be refreshing pages every ten seconds even when its completely illogical and meaningless to do so

[cpericardium]

Source: cosmer_cosplay

There's audio

#tlt #the locked tomb #cosplay #video #harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #ianthe tridentarius #harrow the ninth spoilers #oh. my. god #ohhhh my god #oh my fucking god

[orpheuslament]

YAAAAAALL a publisher reached out they wanna publish misplaced organs & various saints!!!!!!!!

#FUCKING FINALLY OMG #i gotta read the contract carefully & shit but ohhhh my god im so happy #dante.txt

[jacksprostate]

One of the lesser known side effects of your condo getting blown up and a lamp lancing through your car like a bullfighter's verduguillo is that when you move to the outskirts of a city and have to rely on the failing public transport system, your commute to work starts to take two hours if you're lucky. Most of the time, I'm not lucky. I leave for work an hour before sunrise and still arrive a half hour late. Coming home is worse.

Public transit could be good. Everyone says it. Tyler tells me, in the future where we've burnt civilization to the ground, we won't need transit at all since the suburban dream will have died and everything you could ever need will live right with you in the nestled bosom of a ruined city. Kudzu vines will let you climb the exposed concrete and rebar until you're twenty stories tall. Stations of gliders, made with the skins of the cattle we keep. We'll need nothing beyond flight radius. There will be streams, broken back out of the pavement and basements, rivulets to ride back home to the shore. The world will close again, small and destroyed and hurting. A seedling.

For now, I ride the bus home.

The later it takes for the bus to show up, the worse the crowd gets. A man with his hand in his pants. The growing smell of piss from another. Someone laid out along the back bench seats, two stops from death. Of course, the fifteen-odd witnesses who won't move a muscle. Avert your eyes and thoughts and path.

Sometimes, when the buses are running especially thin, mid-route the driver will get a call on his radio instructing him to take the B route through another section of downtown. There, we pick up worse.

College students. Young couples. Those nights, this night, I have plenty of young hot things sliming into each other's mouths for the rest of my trip. It's unavoidable. Surround sound. The crinkle of hands gripping through jackets and all the wet smacks mix together with the creaking and squeaking of the bus like it's a roadside motel. I am forced to look at these fresh, vacant twenty year olds and I wonder — how much could one person want to disappear?

You could bring an Armalite AR-180 carbine gas-operated semiautomatic on here. Open carry. Maybe that would make everyone stop. Sit in your seats quietly. Legs together. Follow the implicit rules. Walk home quickly and don't react to any calling. Switch sides of the street as needed to avoid the footsteps behind you, but not so much that the chase is interesting. Ignore how they speed up, you speed up, and you hear two laughs. Oh, the power of a rifle.

When I get to Paper Street, we've entered eternal twilight. The smog crests over us like a dome, blotting out the stars and lowering the atmosphere within reach. Industrial lot lights shine their way to the edges like the stars of the Truman show. Everything smells like ass.

If I called it home, Tyler would probably light it on fire. Between the asbestos and the gallons of water soaked into the house, it'd smolder for months. Our yard is littered with glass, tetanus, and leptospirosis. I've got this ache carving away at my insides, like I took Tyler to work with me and she's been tunneling out.

I open the door, set down my briefcase, and think about the fact that I have to do this tomorrow and the day after and until I die.

She's in the kitchen, in her robe. Tyler has her sunglasses on, she has to barely be able to see me with that gaze. Lit up by the lamps littered through the room like electric storm candles. She's smoking.

Tyler says, "Take off your skirt. I'm tired of seeing that thing."

Vertigo can be associated with presyncope. It feels like you're falling. It feels like you're going to vomit as the failing floorboards split apart and swallow you up.

Tyler says, "I don't know why you bother. We both know how you feel about this." She steps closer, blows smoke in my bloodless face. I wish I could take it on, I wish I could lock us both in an old fridge and infuse us with her breath. With all the soap Tyler makes, she still smells like shit. If she died I'd sleep in her corpse until it faded.

"You flatter me sometimes, psycho girl." Tyler reaches a hand past me, cages me to the door. On the other side, there's the edges of our little set, with the door closed you can't see the dollhouse way the world gives up past a hundred feet. The other hand, it trails down my side like it's made of fire, unbearable and intense. She's looking down, cigarette tugging at her lip, hooded eyes probably tracking how I twitch and jump under her fingers. I can't not look at her. The chip in her tooth. The intensity to her eyes. Her mouth. I'm too loose, I'm going to slip out of her arms and under the door and down the street.

She finds the zipper. Tugs it down, my skirt falls around me like the goddamned Berlin wall. It lies in a limp pile around my legs; she can see my tights. My underwear. She's exposed me. The cavern in me is massive. Yawning.

Tyler stubs out her cigarette on the door and presses me into it, too.

Right by my ear, she murmurs, "You always make me take what you want." Her hands slip around me — gripping my shirt at my shoulder, slipping around to my lower back, my ass — I don't know what to do with mine. I've got them splayed out. I'm staring at the ceiling, her hair half-obscuring it.

Her lips, against my cheek. Brushing, she's making her way back and I know and I'm not ready.

Tyler bites at my lip, pulls it soft and gentle between hers with the same sincerity and focus that she's used to fracture my jaw. My heart at the derby. It's one of those horses running so hard their lungs fill with blood and their organs explode. I open my eyes, I didn't know I closed them, the lights blind me.

Her hand slides up my shoulder, my neck. She's got to feel my pulse. Pile driving. She cups my face, right where she broke it. Tyler directs me into her kiss.

She says, into my mouth she breathes and says, "Let yourself do something, why don't you?"

I know she's looking at me. My eyes fell shut again, I'm trapped in the feeling of her lips on mine but I know she's looking at me, close, half-lidded and intense. Trembling, I ache and creak and try. I try.

Tyler could be eating me, I would still try to feed myself to her.

I'm rewarded with her tongue. On my lips, in my pliant, confused mouth. Volcanic hot springs. Earthquakes, fractures, overflowing. I imagine Tyler and her tongue elsewhere. I make a noise, it's so pitiful you could take it out back and shoot it.

She leans on me, puts her whole body weight on me and the rotten wood miracle holding us up. Her hand slithers out from behind me to grab my wrist. Caught red handed, stricken, full of nothing and twitching.

Tyler slips her thigh between mine, it's pressure so impossibly hard I could cry. I am crying. I'm such a hopeless participant that when she kisses her way to the corner of my mouth and drinks up my tears, I welcome her back all the same. My thighs open up and hug her all the same. I am perpetually the beaten dog, fleeing and running back to its owner.

My other hand, my left, free hand finds its home on her nape. Tangled in her short, greasy hair. Tyler needs to kiss me until the world caves in.

She brings my hand down. A ventriloquist, she kisses me deep and my wooden fingers slip through her bathrobe. The edge of her boxers. I am crying, I am kissing Tyler Durden as she flattens me so I cannot escape this perfect misery as she brings my wooden fingers to her folds and I feel. Wet.

My fingers twitch. It's impulse. It's inverse familiarity. It's feeling, labia minora. Something more. Tyler would have the words for this. She pushes my hand against herself, the meat of my palm against her pubic mound as she devours me. She could do it all herself.

The way it feels, sliding, warm. Warm like my whole body is trapped in between Tyler's thighs. It could be my head. My tongue. My tongue curling around her clit. These images flash through me like full-body phantoms. On my knees, my hands on the sensitive meat of her inner thighs. Like I'm getting buckshot to the chest point blank. Our positions reversed. My tongue in her mouth. My leg between hers. Reload. Her hand, held by mine.

I push my hand against her.

Tyler moans into my mouth.

I push my hand against her, and slide my palm over her clit, her chest flutters against mine. God would kill for this. Tyler is all around me, my index finger is slick and wet with her and it's easy. It's pressing into melted butter.

Tyler's falling apart, Mona Lisa, she's saying nothing and burying me in her lust. There's new tears and they aren't mine. I'm tugging at her hair, she's forcing me into a single point. Singularity.

I have two fingers in Tyler, she's holding me there and I'm arching up into her when she cracks, splitting apart and all over me like an egg. Everywhere. She shoves her face into mine, foreheads together, noses, her shades are off and her mouth is open as she shudders and mixes my breath with hers.

Her other hand lets go, finds its way up to the other side of my face, she's still leaning on me. I'm still keeping my hand on her. I want her to drown it. I feel every shiver. She presses, synchronous, hands down my neck, my shoulders, Tyler buries her face in my hair. Right next to my ear. She bites my earlobe. She lets a hand slip up my shirt. Her hand cups me, I haven't worn a bra since moving in with her, her thumb slides over my nipple. She slips her fingers into my tights.

Her fingers on my bare skin. Tyler puts a palm on me, over the wet patch soaking through my underwear, and her fingers are stuck between my clit and her thigh.

And I wake up.

I'm on the bus.

I'm on the bus, and I'm surrounded by young couples giving each other 9-hour anniversary STDs, and I've soaked through my underwear.

When I arrive at my stop, I walk for fifteen minutes to get to Paper Street. There's a hot, heavy mist beading on my skin. Thickening my breath. It's fat with the fart smell of paper processing and rich in heavy metals.

I open our door. It barely stays in its frame, sort of opening like a twice-hinged, fully-sized, single-doored saloon.

Tyler's in the kitchen, in her robe. She's smoking.

She stares at me through her sunglasses.

I set down my briefcase. I stand there, and she still smokes.

She's looking through me. She's seeing all my stains.

Tyler expects something of me.

Her eyes track me, all the way up the stairs. all the way to my room, to my moldy mattress. They see me shower in brown-red water and scrubbing furiously on my clothes. They see me wide awake, waiting for the bus the next morning.

I am always failing Tyler.

#fight club #female fight club au #my writing #ohhhh my god #fuck #sobbing #idk what to say #i ended on the same line as another f fc ficlet i wrote. because it still applies. fuck you chuck gets to repeat things so do i idk #finishing this literally gave me a headache. i have problems #inspired by lalikeslichto's drawings

[shima-draws]

NEW PARADOX POKEMON

DLCS ANNOUNCED THAT WILL GIVE MORE LORE ABOUT AREA ZERO

AND!!! NEW LEGENDARIES??? ONE OF WHICH IS THE DISC POKEMON MENTIONED IN THE SCARLET/VIOLET BOOK???

AAAAA A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#IFSNNFENNTMEG ANGNSNN!!!!!!!!! #Shima speaks #I’M LOSING MY MIND RN #LIKE. LOGICALLY I KNEW they were gonna announce the DLCs #BUT I’M STILL SO FUCKING EXCITED. HOLY SHIT #I was listening to the broadcast while I was driving to work and I nearly lost my MIND #I’M SO HYPED. OHHHH MY GOD #Pokemon #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet #Pokemon SV #Pokemon SV DLC #Nintendo Direct #Pokemon Direct #Pokemon The Hidden Treasure of Area Zero

[luck-of-the-drawings]

!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]

REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #cw flashing lights #LOOORRD OF LIGHTNING SAAAAVE ME!!!! #RAAAHHHH I LOVETHIS SONG SO FUCKIN MUCH AND I LOVE GILLION SO FUCKIN MUCH RAAHHHH!! RAAHHHH!!! #BUT YES YES I HAD LIKE A WHOLE OTHER HALF TO THIS SKETCHED OUT BUT IT WONT FINISH COOKIN FOR A MILLION YEAARS!!!! #MAYBE SOMEDAY..... #ANYWAY. this is my first time actually syncing audio to my animations. normally i domnt know howww. #i animated it all in fire alpaca AND THEN i mixed everything in a pirated movie maker. it kinda uh. sucks. but its WHAT I GOT BAYBE!! #i relaly like how i animate swishy hair... i was inspird by eris from sinbad. i can only HOPE i got on that level w the watery flowyness #LIUGHTNING IS HARD TO ANIMATE TOO. I WATCHED ALOTTA VIDEOS ABSORBED MINIMAL TUTORIALS AND UHH I THINK I DID OKAY!! #better than bad!!! but i can still do better. eventually. ugh. FLASHING LIGHTS TOO HUH? U LIKE ANIMATINGB FLASHING LIGHT? #U LIKE MAKING THE BLACK N WHITE FLICKER RLY FAST UNTIL UR EYES BLEED OUT UR SKULL?? YEAAAHH YOU DO!!! #im also vry proud o the title cards i made at the beginning teheheheh. dependign on where riptide goes i MIGHT change it #BUT HEY THEORY TIME? I HOPE ONE OF THE GODDESSES COMES DOWN TO PILOT GILLIONS BODY SO THEY CAN BEAT THE FUCK OUT O THE OTHER GODDESS #WHO IS ALSO IN SOMEONE ELSES MORTAL BODY. GODS COMING DOWN TO WREAK HAVOC OVER PETTY DISAGREEMENTS OOOGH HOW FUN!! #GOOD ON YOU CHAMPION!! YOUR VESSEL HAS BEEN TRAINED TO BE STRONG AND HARDY. PERFECT FOR CHANNELING DIVINE ENERGY. #OHHHH WHAT A PERFECT WEAPON YOU ARE. NOW GO AND IMMANENTIZE A WATERY ESCHATON #PARAGON OF OCEANS WRATH I WANT TO SEE YOU DROWN THE LAND. DESTROY!!! EAT!!! BURN!!! RAAAGHH I NEED GILLION TO GET MORE POWER!!!! #ALSO in other news i uh. actually posted this onto twitter forever ago but forgot to post it here bc i can only post it from pc and BABY!! #IM NOT ON THE COMPUTER OFTEN! NOT ANYMORE!! NOT ANYMOREE!!! IM FREE BAYBE!! i used to be so miserable. sometimes i think abt that. #ANYWAY. pls enjoy. just this much took so long. i love makin the lil guys move.... ouh.... hava good day if u get the chance to.

[llumimoon]

Doodler Homunculus AU!

Post-season 2 after they defeat the Doodler, Normal and the teens adopt the Doodler as their little friend buddy!! They have a hard time going around in public at first, until Hero comes up with the idea of making the Doodler a body to hide in while in public (She got the idea by watching FMAB lol).

Usually Normal is the one carrying around the Doodler at first, because he has the ability to understand what they’re saying the best and clearest

Hero and Lark call Doodle’s body the “flesh suit” sometimes. Sparrow hates the nickname

Unlike a normal homunculus body, the Doodler can go in and out of the body as much as he pleases, and likes to wear it when they go out in public or wants to feel like a ‘normal’ kid

When in the body the Doodler goes by Doodle or Dot, for short! (he/she/they/it or any pronouns)

It takes Lark and Sparrow a bit to warm up to Dot, Lark especially, but eventually it happens

Physically, Dot looks like she could pass as a third Oak sibling. They intentionally asked for it to be this way when Norm and Hero were making it’s body

#dndads #dungons and daddies #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dndads s2 #the doodler #normal oak #hero oak #sparrow oak #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #taylor swift dndads #cal draws #doodle dot au #AKWHWKFJJF this idea literally body slammed me until I drew it up #NO BUT SERIOUSLY I was like thinking abt the oak family (as one does) #and I was like haha what if the oaks adopt the Doodler after season 2 #and I was playing around w/ the silly goofy idea of them dragging around sized down eldritch god around #and then I was like ohhhh what if Hero watched anime or something with them #AND THEN I FUCKING REMEMBERED PRIDE FROM FMAB #AND MY JAW DROPPED #literally horrifying body horror shadow esque monster being contained in a fake human body of a child #I WAS LIKE OHHHHHH OHHHHH MY GOD. OH MY GOD #and thus Dot was born JABSVAHAHHAA #u can definitely tell my hand got tired by the third doodle page 😭😭😭

[renarin-spren]

reading a Sanderson book is like. wow I can't wait to read the most fucked up insane sibling dynamic ever

#im a simple man. i read Sanderson i think about what it means to be a sibling and then i scream #wasps are trapped in my head everytime i think about how adolin and renarin literally adore each other #but then you hop over to mistborn and read about kelsier and marsh and youre like FUCK oh my GOD #lets not even delve into how hard i go thinking about shallan and her brothers #something something ive known you since the day you were born and i love you so much but sometimes i have to hold back #AND TIEN??? ohhhhhh ohhhh my god #Kaladin sums up the eldest sibling thing he really does like. imagine. #tien being the person who cheers him up and then LOSING HIM?? #then getting a bio brother plus all of bridge four as brothers #im sobbing <3 #stormlight archive #cosmere #renarin kholin #adolin kholin #tien #brandon sanderson

[feniksido]

Commander of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden and his incredibly fucked up and traumatized group of friends

#ohhhh my god we're in the fucking DEEP ROADS AGAIN #cousland #nathaniel howe #sigrun #justice DA #alistair theirin #anders awakening #velanna #dragon age origins #dragon age awakening #oghren is taking the picture #anyways i hate the deep roads #kharian cousland #hero of ferelden #my art #dragon age

[spookyspacepixels]

oops media is taking me over again

#tadc spoilers #tadc #the amazing digital circus spoilers #the amazing digital circus #I just watched episode 2 and ohhhh my god #seeing the characters again and having their characters develop a bit more by seeing more interactions #and oh no I already love these fuckers and I love them even more now #I really liked seeing Kinger's personality shine a bit more I fucking love him #he is so stupid and sweet I love him #that ending was so bittersweet god this show is going to fuck us all up as it continues isnt it #gummigoo's stuff was SO GOOD GODDDD #caine saw him though and it was on fucking SITE #rip gummigoo :[ at least you will live on through merch #had to preorder that kinger plush immediately btw