#shut the f up

[papirouge]

i swear if I have to read any more shitty essay arguing over semantics uwu propaganda uwu and uwu it's not black & white uwu while babies are being amputated without anesthesia imma

#im REALLY curious to see what groundbreaking cOmPLeX explanations would make any of that tolerable #especially YOU feminists/radfem #like you would literally freak out at the idea of scrote pulling the iTs cOmplIcaTed card when it comes to rape #but kids being murdered and disabled before our very eyes? uwu It's ComPliCatEd #SHUT THE F UP #LIKE- SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUP #papi watch*

[glaire-personal]

#tumblr shop #shut the f up #i hate you #Youtube

[jjkeverlast]

HIM SCREAMING FUCK OFF. HIM NOT GIVING A FLYING FUCK. YESYESYES. set me free pt2 had me on my knees. this was fkn marvelous. i’m so proud of him. jesus christ what a way to wake up.

#also the ending with the glimpse of his moon tats #SHUT THE F UP #lati updates

[lavnderwonu]

choi seungcheol what the f*ck is this

#erica’s talks 🎤 #shut the f up

[gutsby]

Diehard

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Erectile dysfunction. Daddy kink. Praise kink if you squint. Overstimulation. Cumplay. She/her pussy pronouns. Pushing physical limits with a pre-negotiated safe word in place for it.

Note: No more limp dick erasure. We die like [old] men.

Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse | Word count: 986

Joel just wanted to prove he could fuck like he used to.

He didn’t think he’d almost kill you in the process.

“JOEL!” you screeched, heels digging deep in the mattress as your climax came in seismic waves.

The stimulation was insane. Normally the much-older man would have been down for the count after two—and usually one—big O, but now his chest was heaving, hips relentlessly beating a punishing pace against your own.

Your walls were slick with not only your cum but his, milky ropes of his arousal making for an obscene set of sounds every time his dick slid in and out of your cunt. You could feel his balls tighten and twitch with every forthcoming spurt of him, practically reeling with the pulse of each new sticky gift inside you. His groans rumbled low, but the power and pleasure and outright primal fervor they conveyed were unmistakeable. You had to look down, feebly, to believe it yourself—Joel never fucked his way through your orgasm and his.

Then you felt a palm slide up the back of your head, and Joel held it up to make sure you watched him fuck you.

“J-Joel,” you whimpered, watching his girth disappear and reappear at least a half-dozen times as you did.

“Just a little more, honey,” he murmured against your forehead. The smack of each thrust was dizzying, “Want my pretty girl nice and full’a me before she leaves, okay?”

Joel never could let you head back to college without a few of his loads and a head full of filthy memories—something to hold you over until your next visit home. You would’ve liked to mumble back, ‘Okay,’ but then your pussy clenched around him, and his thrusts grew faster.

“My sweet girl,” he grinned, “She likes that, huh?”

You could scarcely manage a nod. The weight of your head was held fully by him, and if that wasn’t indicative enough of your fucked-out state, your face surely said the rest. When Joel leaned back to adjust the angle of his thrusts, he caught sight of your hooded, glossy stare and almost came all over again. He slowed his pace for once.

Then he dipped a finger between your body and his, just long enough to douse the tip of his digit with cum. He bottomed out inside you, watched you part your lips in a gentle gasp, and pressed his touch to that open space.

It was almost like you didn’t have the strength to suck. You just let him smear the sticky stuff along your lower lip, gaze plastered to his. Then Joel’s cock sank deeper.

“O-ow!” you whined, partly reanimated by the stretch.

“You can take it,” Joel grunted.

The double entendre wasn’t lost on you. You could, and would, take his finger and his cock inside. You suckled dumbly on the cum-drenched fingertip in assent.

But when Joel’s finger popped out of your mouth and his thrusts picked back up, you weren’t entirely convinced you would be able to hold up the second half of that deal.

It wasn’t fair. He took one magic pill, and poof, his dick stayed hard for half the fucking day. You had nothing but your youth and two shaking legs to ensure your survival. When Joel worked his cock back and forth a couple more times and it seemed your body was about ready to scream, you took hold of his biceps and squeezed tight.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

The tip of his cock nicked a soft ridge inside you, and you jolted back. Joel’s palm was still pressed to your head, holding you to him, and his hips had you pinned as well.

Instead of answering, you whimpered.

You didn’t want him to stop, but you also weren’t sure if you could handle any more. Your eyes met his, pleading.

“Can’t what?” Joel pressed, a little more sternly.

Another whimper. Inside, Joel’s cock was rubbing that pleasure point raw, and you felt another climax coming.

“Use your words.”

“Too— too—”

Each new thrust was sending stars before your eyes. Joel was one sick man if he tried to make you talk while he fucked you past the point of all intelligible speech.

“Too what? Tell me, baby.”

You’d get that fucker back someday. Joel just grinned.

“Too much,” you hissed when his hips delivered another mind-numbing push. Then, feeling pleasure threaten to peak at almost a painful degree, “Toomuchtoomucht—”

Joel continued thrusting, knowing damn well you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop. As if to underscore this point, he tipped your head back and made you hold his gaze, features creased with a frown.

“That sure don’t sound like the safe word to me.”

It wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. He didn’t need to tell you twice, or even breathe a second word besides. With one more brush of Joel’s thick, throbbing, implausibly hard cock, he sent you over the edge and into your fourth orgasm of the morning, hitting that spot again and again.

And again.

And again.

Just like before, Joel fucked you through each wave, catching your lips this time to stifle your cries. You might’ve gone blind for a second or two, but that was alright; the pleasure, proximity, and then the sweet, erratic pulse of his cock sending rope after rope of his cum deep inside made the overstimulation worthwhile.

Your body went limp against the bed, held tight in Joel’s grasp, when you felt that sickly sweet dichotomy of soft, tender touches and a cock lodged between your walls that was as hard as it had ever been. Still trying to console you with kisses, still trying to warm you up for another round, perhaps, Joel almost laughed out loud in your mouth when you groaned into his and whispered:

“Please don’t ever take that fucking pill again.”

#SOMETIMES I WRITE THIS MIDDLE-AGED MAN LIKE HE’S 25 AND JUST NEED TO SHUT THE F*CK UP #*brittany broski voice* BE REALISTIC!!!!!!! #BE F*CKING FOR REAL #FOR A SECOND BE FOR REAL #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fic #joel miller x you #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel

[frecklenog]

he’s wearing two hats at once. let’s discuss that

#i just think it’s silly. finn mertens is Always a dork 💖 #also he looks like a trucker which is [HEAVILY REDACTED] #shut up emrys #fac spoilers #fionna and cake spoilers #fionna and cake #f&c spoilers #finn mertens #farmworld finn

[emmyrosee]

There’s soft little grunts coming from the play table just a few feet away, and it doesn’t take long for your confused eyes to meet Atsumu’s.

It’s not too long before Hisako has to get taken for a bath and up to bed, and while the night had seemed to go smooth, smooth as any other night, the way she slowly rose from her seat and practically limped over to her crayons was more than… odd, to say the least.

“Should… we interviene?” Atsumu asks, golden eyes flicking to you.

You shrug, “I… don’t know? Has she been limping all day?”

“Not that I’ve seen. Have you seen her limping?”

“No; and I know Osamu would’ve said something if he saw her limping at breakfast.”

Instantly, a tiny head whips towards you both at the mention of Osamu, eyes wide and glimmering with excitement.

Atsumu snorts, “ya said the magic word.”

“Uncle ‘Samu?” She chirps, looking between you both.

“Later,” You chuckle. Then, you put your phone to the side and shift slightly to lean towards Hisako. “But are you okay, baby?”

Hisako beams up at you both, “‘m okay, mumma!”

Atsumu leans forwards on his knees to join the conversation, “well, baby, why are you walking like you’ve got a boo-boo?”

“Im you, daddy!”

Silence. Silence fills the miya household for longer than enough time. Slowly, trying to stifle back the laughter that desperately needs to pour from your lips, Atsumu tucks his own into his mouth to keep his amused annoyance at bay.

“You’re who?”

“I’m you!” She repeats happily. “Cause when you get up, you make funny noises n’ grab your back and leg!”

This, finally, has you releasing all the laughter you’d been trying to keep in, your arms clutching your sides as you cackle. Between your screwed shut eyes, you see Atsumu tuck his tongue in his cheek. Hisako, not knowing better, joins in with your laughter, leaving just Atsumu to wallow in betrayal.

Once you both quiet down, Atsumu takes a deep breath in his nose, then releases it slowly. “Honey,” he begins. “I don’t do those for pretend.”

“I know,” she says happily. “It ‘cause you’re old, dadda!”

Once again, your cackles fill the room.

“YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, OKAY?!”

“Yuh-huh!” She assures. “Uncle ‘Samu said you got grey hairs too, ‘cause you’re old!”

You wipe a tear from your eye and gently take one of Atsumu’s clenched fists in your hands, “hey; if you’re old, he is too, baby,” you promise him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

Hisako shrugs, “uncle ‘yoomi says it’s cause you don’t listen to him.”

“Yeah, and I’m done listening to you,” he snarls only slightly serious. He pops on his feet, and you do your hardest to hide the snort that slips past your mouth when the sound of his cracking bones ring in the air. He glares, and you tuck your lips in to try and stifle the rest. “Come on you,” he grumbles, grabbing Hisako by the sides and lifting her up and over his shoulder while she giggles and fights his grip. “You need a bath. Wash your mouth out with soap.”

“Daddy!” She squeals; you offer her a small wave as she’s carried up the stairs with Atsumu, and you pull out your phone to text Osamu.

SENT you call your brother old in front of your niece?

Osamu 🍱 duh

we are old

he just ages like milk

im a fine wine

#I missed hisako shut up and leave me alone #atsumu miya #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x f!reader #atsumu miya x reader fluff #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu miya haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x f!reader #miya atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu imagine #miya atsumu haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x yn #dad!atsumu #dad!atsumu miya #dad!haikyuu #dad!hq #dad!au

[racewinnerlandonorris]

zhouguanyu24: Good morning MONACO! 🇲🇨⛱️🚤 

#also shut the f up #2/2 looking excellent #zhou guanyu #zg #f1 #formula 1

[carrotscorner]

imagine yearning for your f/o before getting into a relationship with them

normal interactions with them run through your mind. when you put your playlist on shuffle, a song comes up that reminds you of them. you now have that song on repeat for a few days.

when you see your f/o genuinely laugh for the first time, you can’t help the warm feeling in your heart. in that moment, they didn’t have a care in the world. you want to preserve their happiness. and you hope you’ll be the cause of that laughter one day. with them around, there’s one more reason to get out of bed.

and they don’t even know. they don’t know how they’ve enhanced your life. you don’t know how you managed to keep these feelings inside. maybe bits of affection slipped through the cracks. your feelings are all consuming, but confessing is a hurdle too tall. maybe not today, but someday

pro.ship dni

#SORRY FOR YEARNING #BRAIN WONT SHUT UP #self ship #fictional other #f/o #safeship #safeshipping #selfship #f/o imagines #imagine your f/o #yumeship

[sadhornydemons]

At some point, before this scene, we missed out on something like this..

"Blitzy! Do you want some souvenirs to remember our trip to Loo Loo Land?"

"Fuck no, I'm just here to...Wait, actually..."

Followed by Blitz throwing away $80 worth of merchandise five minutes later, but hey, at least he saved the magnet:

#helluva boss #blitzø #blitzo #loo loo land #loo loo land? #loo loo land! #shut the f**k up!

[wisteriagoesvroom]

happy "breaching the top 10 f1 rpf pairings on ao3" day to landoscar nation 🎂 because it's all about.... two people that are so much the same yet so different. australia vs the uk. oscar's cool collected calm versus lando's ricocheting personality. twitch streams and side hustles and multiple endeavors vs singlemindedness of racing. purity of craft vs embracing everything life throws at you and trusting that it'll all work out. the rivalry that isn't (well it is, but not really). pushing each other to be better. making heart eyes in a taylor swift video, reaching out to your teammate in silverstone after surviving a media maelstrom and him being pleased and stepping closer because he's been given permission to. making fun of your resident weeb for reading the words "kit kat" but just in a japanese accent.

it's being so ridiculously competitive that you'll hide in a burning bin in the name of fun for a game with made up points and then squinting at your teammate ringed with the bright light of the sun and laughing at how stupid this all is. it's making fun of your teammate's music taste that you can hear through the thin walls of the drivers' rooms. trusting the journey. mimicking each other's body language. knowing it's for the marketing but winking at the camera together anyway, like we're all invited to be in on the joke. two parallel lives woven in two different garages with almost identical specs. being so comfortable you have this weird rapport that is kind of a cipher and unknowable to anyone outside of the immediate network or team, but it's so assured and quiet that for the first time the person who's been the person who was once the younger teammate steps up, acts older now, and becomes comfortable with the silence.

it's knowing your best friend was on their renault team and not saying anything about it in public but the motorsport world is so small and specific and the experience so surreal that surely some laylines are just strangely predestined. it's about growing up together. it's watching the brit upstart in a generation of two other brit upstarts chase his dream and give up everything to win and get velcroed to the seat because he's kind of small, just like you, but you dream bigger than anyone dares to dream and you identify with the other's self belief that says you, too, could stand on that top step one day. it's you following the little blue-suited guy racer on social media and liking sooo many of his posts over the years, and not even bothering to hide that fact when you've probably become that goalpost for someone else one day, too.

it's chapter 2, with 3 more to go. it's watching your teammate win his first sprint race and finding it in yourself to be happy for him even when you're sad that it wasn't you. it's publicly saying that the rookie is not a threat, he's a threat who makes you race better. it's making fun of newbie's first day at mclaren and finding him unknowable. and he arrives with all this hype and pressure so what can you do but focus on you and step up your game, but he's always in the background and the periphery, chasing and chasing with this hunger that is unbelievable and unfamiliar because it's always humming in a way that made you mistake stillness for idleness in the past. but now, you know: still waters run deep, so you swim harder, too. drop the dj-ing. become more disciplined. train more. do things that don't matter, less.

because the future is vast. the future is happening constantly if you're ready to meet it. and maybe destiny will be kind, and your names will be remembered. your name, inked on a trophy in the precious metal of kings, and dreamers. your name, inked in gold.

but today, you're 22. you're 24.

you're driving a car as fast as you can, and everything that's possible, feels like it could be possible, right now.

#landoscar #oscar piastri #lando norris #f1 rpf #814 #the landoscar thesis #mctwinks #twinklaren #i started putting this as a tag on mechchrome's post announcing the top 10 pairings development on ao3 #and then i was like lol wait i have can't shut the f up ism #so i might as well make this a post #<- in fact the last two points might as well explain my entire existence on f1blr atp #overthink it? yes i will! thanks! #pls release me from the orange mind-tessaract

[jjkeverlast]

hobi saying baby mochi. I'M SCREAMING.

#SHUT THE F UP #lati updates

[sinclairstarz]

dont love how this came out but. teotfw byler anyone???

#I LOVE THSM #theyre so them to ME. #mike is so alyssa coded shut up #i jsut love this specific frame from the show so much #theyre pookie…. #stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler fanart #byler au #teotfw #alyssa and james au #teotfw au #the end of the f***ing world #au #my art #fanart #stranger things fanart #harperdoodles

[boylikeanangel]

suddenly overwhelmed with such a feeling of profound sadness because I just know frank would have loved ellie. he would have thought she was so funny and charming. ellie and bill would have the craziest beef over the stupidest things just like they do in the game and frank would think it's hilarious seeing his husband get dunked on by a teenager. ellie, a young lesbian who has suffered so much and endured so much loss already in her short life, seeing these two old gay men not only surviving but thriving in their own little world. the effect that would have had on her, for her to realise there is hope for people like her, a real life beyond the walls of the QZ. bill and frank's ending was perfect but I can't help longing for the things that will never be. if they'd just had a little more time.

#i need to shut the fuck up and go to fucking bed #tlou #the last of us #tlou spoilers #b/f tag

[delicourse]

miss hermes..

#hermes costello #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jjba #Stone Ocean #deliart #u see me learning how to draw a new flower and then never visually shutting up about it #this time its magnolias. they rule. ive also never seen one in real life. #as u can all see this dress is clearly taking inspiration from the 2022 f/w gucci collab collection #it had quite a few bangers but the white dress? oh how i want it #i considered drawing it full on but i wanted to try to be a little different at least #also !! slightly more toned down colors here....warm.. cozy.. trying to embrace fall with my entire being despite being a spring enjoyer #really wanted to give it an older painting feel without actually like. painting

[frecklenog]

as someone with a special interest in prosthetics, i absolutely love that finn is shown with multiple different prostheses throughout fionna and cake. main finn (who has a transhumeral amputation) has an everyday arm with three fingers (like the one he had in at, though it also has exposed sensor wires), an adventuring arm with a claw hand and a socket that covers and protects his residual limb (coupled with a spaulder, though that might be a more general thing), and an older arm that seems to have been a mix of the two, though with a more limited hinge joint at the elbow as opposed to what appears to be some sort of ball-and-socket-adjacent elbow. (i wonder how those work exactly… maybe they’re magnetic? or the everyday arm might have a hinge that connects to a pivot/swivel joint…)

but it’s not even limited to our main boy, because farmworld finn (who has a shoulder disarticulation) also has multiple arm attachments for various occasions!! he uses the classic claw/axe double feature for most of the episode, but the sword arm he was given by choose bruce hangs on his wall (pretty busted up and still connected to the humeral portion, indicating that he continued to use it and possibly still does from time to time), and of course the flamethrower!! (i wonder if he made it himself…)

#fionna and cake #finn mertens #finn the human #adventure time #fionna and cake spoilers #fac spoilers #f&c spoilers #farmworld finn #shut up emrys #prosthetics #[is autistic]