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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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waaagjfjjdjehw she’s so pretty 😭
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Tatum is the best !!
Hey, hey! Its ya boy..no wait..girl..wait..idfk anymore. Haha...
Um. Its Ty's second blog!! Woo-hoo!! Def not gon' be posting on this blog but, it's still here!!
First blog: @tatumis-a
ISNT THE GRADIENT SO COOL?!!?!?!
also technically my reblog acc
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bfictioncorner · 1 year
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Perverted
Media: Scream (specifically the original from 1996)
Pairings: Billy x Su (kinda one-sided)
CW: Obvious mentions of murder/stabbing/violence (but of course); blood and knife kink if you squint (like, it’s kinda mild); Billy’s general musings about jealousy and killing and all that... I’m bad at these warnings
Author’s notes: Ever have a crush on a friend but they’re dating someone else? This is one of those stories... but like from the point of view of a serial killer lol. Also inspired by Elita’s “Perverted” (where this title obviously came from too... please listen to that while reading this, it fits).
It never made sense why people had complicated feelings about things—about people. Wanna get with someone? Ask them out. Wanna get more physical? Make your intentions known. It was simple and straightforward. Billy never got why people had hang up’s about those things. But now he felt stupid and weirdly guilty for admitting to feeling confused and jealous. These thoughts rolled around in his head as he stared at the back of Stu’s neck during class. It was a quiet moment for everyone to read the assigned chapter to themselves, but Billy was, without realizing it, blatantly staring at the mole and fuzzy hairs just above Stu’s collar on his dumb little button-up shirt. He thought about how soft Stu’s neck would feel in his palm, in a dominant grip. He thought about how he could always hear the Offspring leaking out of Stu’s headphones when he walked around, or how he had a habit of absentmindedly licking at his sharp canines, or how he smelled faintly like bubblegum. Billy guessed the scent may have been remnants of Tatum’s body spray, if anything. That made him more mad, frustrated. And then more confused.
To say he had a hair-trigger reaction to Tatum simply hanging around would reflect something that Billy simply didn’t think was true. When Stu would pick her up, or dance around and twirl her, or pepper kisses on her like an excited puppy, it made the vein at Billy’s temple throb. He would heat up with anger, but blame the feeling on how Tatum was a distraction. It was silly. Why was Stu so hung up on a girl that they were likely going to slaughter? Originally Billy considered leaving her alone. She had nothing to do with their plans. In terms of murdering girlfriends (well, ex-girlfriends), Casey was the only one they had to worry about. At first. It was a perfect set up: Stu would get break-up revenge, and Billy wouldn’t have some girl taking up Stu’s time. Bloodlust quelled, one less person in the way of their ultimate scheme—it was coming together. But it seemed Tatum had become more serious than a fling, and she continued to hang around the whole time.
Fuck it. I’m fucking killing her.
The anger manifested first as a “bros before hoes” notion: girlfriends only got in the way of their friendship. Billy may have been dating Sidney, but he kept a regulated schedule with her. (That wasn’t hard, with her being somewhat-emotionally and very physically unavailable.) He was bugged when Stu didn’t think to do the same. Then all that transformed into “Girlfriends only get in the way of our murder spree, but we’re going to kill them anyways, so what’s the point?” But once the ball had been rolling and they had successfully started picking off poor schmucks, the girls couldn’t justifiably be deemed an inconvenience.
So what was left? He didn’t want to say it. It hurt his head.
Sidney had almost said it once, though. She got too close to the truth. Or... not the truth. She couldn’t be right.
“Get a room,” she had giggled passively at the two of them one day. Billy had become hyper-aware of his and Stu’s super-touchy nature. Other guys didn’t grab each other’s shoulders from behind, or rest their chins on their best friend’s head, or fall asleep on each other in study hall. And now Sidney was jokingly calling it out. But she might as well have said it flatly.
You have a crush on your friend.
It was the thing Billy just couldn’t admit. It would make him weak, seem pathetic. But if he was thinking about it at all, he had already lost.
There was a dark and enticing thrill in the idea of plunging a knife in someone and feeling the blood stream slow, thick, and warm. Posing over someone with control, inflicting fearful tears. It was sick, but Billy had already embraced telling himself “Yeah, I’m fucked up. So what?” He deserved that kind of disgusting therapy after what he’d been through. The idea of slitting open skin and spilling out pools of red on Sidney, Tatum, whoever (it didn’t matter) was chuckle-worthy. It was sinister and made a delicious grin creep across Billy’s face at the thought. But the hazy mental image of plunging a knife into Stu? Forcing himself in, holding onto him as he became weak, grasping and clawing as the blood drained? That was different. It was an act between just them. For them. An deadly but intimate embrace.
Billy wouldn’t slash Stu in such a way that it would kill him—he could never. He would revel in everything but. And if Stu wanted to turn the blade on him? Plunge inside? Maybe trace a sharp line along Billy’s neck? A fucked up little ritual just between them that no one else could understand.
“I want you to destroy me. I want you to tear me apart. And let me hold your face and fucking rip you up.”
Frustration clouded Billy’s mind—and heated in his pants—making him both angry and wanting. Of fucking course he would get himself worked up right as the bell was about to ring. He could see the hands of the wall clock hover over the last minute of class.
Stu turned back to face him, expression chipper and oblivious as usual. “Fucking finally,” he mouthed to Billy.
“Yeah... Finally...”
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angelvyxen · 8 months
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Girl now what did he say to get back in your graces 👀
Let me provide the tea/a refresher for the girls that aren’t aware of the situation.
- There is a boy, we’ll call him D. D is fine, I didn’t find him fine at first, but he’s fine. He’s not no Jayson Tatum, but he’s alright, yk? He’s 6’3, darkskin, and has tats. Not stupid tats either, they look good on him.
- I met D at work. We work together. D had been trying to holler at me since like… February? I wasn’t feeling it cause I was still getting over YT boy (gross), so we kept it cordial.
- D came to my birthday dinner.
- I started to like D, me and D started talking with romantic intention sometime in July, mid July specifically.
- D was cool with/kinda talked to this other girl, J. J started fucking with D’s BLOOD brother behind D’s back. Very messy. D found out in March and didn’t fuck with her for like a month, but he doesn’t hold grudges + it’s he wasn’t even trying to be w/ her for real. It was the principle of the situation that bothered him.
- J and D became cool again. J invited D on her birthday trip in April, mind you, D told me about this and I didn’t care cause I didn’t like him at the time. D went on the trip in July and shit was weird (I shared that all on here), nothing serious happened but the social media posts made me uneasy + he was being a dry texter right before the trip, when he wasn’t usually dry before.
- Fast foward, the trip is over and I had already made up my mind not to mess with D anymore but I kept it COOL. Didn’t tell him any of my thoughts. He gets back from the trip, and someone close to him was telling me about the trip, saying that J and D aren’t even like that and that J was stuck on D’s brother because D’s brother took her virginity. J likes D still, but not as much as she likes his brother. D sees her as a friend now.
- Everything I thought that was happening on the trip (he was fucking her, etc) didn’t happen. El o el. He indirectly confirmed that for me without me even asking.
PRESENT DAY,
- D and I have been talking. He texts first, he always wants my attention., and takes no longer than 10 minutes to respond. All green flags.
- I’m learning a lot more about D, he is nothing like I thought he was. He’s so sweet… he does have a very messy hoe past though but aye, that ain’t got shit to do with me.
- We’re going out to eat this Saturday & then he’s taking me somewhere else. Right now he has his mind set on taking me bowling… I don’t wanna go bowling. 💀
- In conclusion… this might be my future boyfriend. He’s been very transparent about wanting to be in a relationship with me. He’s on my body bad. That is all 🤭
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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My wife guys
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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This has been brought up before, but I don’t really care:
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Joel is literally wearing Frank’s shirt 😭
I’m gonna cry.
Ontop of that;
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Joel is wearing Henry’s backpack ☹️
thats so fucking sad, actually.
Another thing;
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It’s the same god damn backpack from The Last of Us game version 😭
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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💀 ok..
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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Hes so pretty😭😭
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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Im so normal about him ahahajfkdkvnjd
its just facial studies, I swear !!
i have more pics.
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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Gonna rewatch ATSV once I get home. Lets hope I dont giggle and squeal like a little kid when it starts.
edit: I did
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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The Last of Us is crazy because how the fuck are you supposed to live in that fucked up world if there are THESE FUCKING THINGS:
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LIKE??? I COULD NEVER...THE WAY THEY FUCKING KILL YOU IS LITERALLY BRUTAL..look it up for yourself if you havent played the game or watched the show.
Clickers are scary asf too like..
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They just...eugh..I can’t with these motherfuckers.
Like, sure they’re blind, but they use ECHOLOCATION. If you make just the tiniest sound, boom! They’re at you like a cheetah pouncing on their prey.
If I saw either of those fuckers and I have a gun on me? I aint killing them im killing ME. I am bringing that gun up to my noggin and BANG! with no hesitation.
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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gwanda <3
“I’m gwaaaaaaanda?��
“It’s..African.”
“I’m..South African. Uh, no...accent though. Cause..I was raised here.”
Gwen is so goofy 😭
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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hes so majestic what😭😭
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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“I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died.”
“But I was wrong,”
“because there was one person worth saving.”
“And that’s what I did,”
“I saved him.”
im not crying shut up
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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Real
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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i have a stash of oreos in my room
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