#you cant make me

[mythical-juniper]

#fanfic #writeblr #writing meme #meme #i will never stop #you cant make me #so much trauma

[moupies]

A messy sketch of macaque from @lego-sand ‘s overshadowed AU ,, they’re designs are so arggg!!!! 💕💕💗💖💖💞

#I WILL NEVER POST FINISHED ART #you cant make me #i love drawing macaque #<3!!! #uh #how do I tag this #lmk macaque #macaque fanart #smiles at him #he’s tired #(real) #Terrified of posting this rn #I hope! that this is enjoyed! #Overshadowed AU #i will never get over the designs #I don’t know how to draw complicated outfits #but it’s fine #pies occasionally draws!!

[luckykittysshowerthoughts]

DAAAAAAAMNNN OK

#i will never touch grass #you cant make me #grass you will never take me alive #obey me #obey me shitpost

[six-demon-bag]

*Threatens you with The Face of an Angel* I’ll make you watch it again.

this is a hate crime

#YOU CANT MAKE ME #aaaaaaaaa #sixdemon answers

[monosminecraftmania]

OTHERSKIN (hermitcraft shapeshifter au)

hi welcome to a spontaneous hermitcraft au that spawned with a side bar from a hermitcraft discord server i joined.

tldr: magical animal skins/pelts/furs/other are able to be crafted and enchanted to allow the wearer to shapeshift into that animal. selkie style.

and this isn't exclusive to just minecraft mobs.

(the strips were done before the full canvas reveal so the edits were: scar has a mask, and i fixed tfc's hair)

in order, left to right, top to bottom.

Bdubs - horse/moss infection :: Cub - skulk/Vex mask :: Doc - goat :: Etho - spider :: False - eagle :: GTWscar - lion/Vex mask :: Grian - parrot :: Gem - deer :: Hypno - frilled lizard :: Jevin - human (originally a slime) :: Impulse - sunbear :: Iskall - hagfish :: Joe - God/Author of the curse :: Keralis - Cat/Loon :: Mumbo - Phantom :: Pearl - Moth/Wolf :: Ren - Wolf :: Stress - Flamingo :: Tango - Ravager :: TFC - Badger :: Beef - Bull :: Wels - Pegasus :: XB - fish :: Xisuma - polymorph :: Zed - sheep :: Cleo - snake

had a lot of fun drawing these little guys, and hey maybe i'll have detailed designs for all of them eventually.

i do love dressing people up.

vote now on your phones. who should be fully rendered first?

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #otherskin au #idk what else to tag #im not gonna tag everyone lol #it would be funny tho #i enjoy designing cloaks #let me design cloaks #i dont wanna do finals #you cant make me #hiss

[jimmyenjoyer]

At the end of the day... I'm just a girl. Trying not to scream.

Anyway.What if the codfather. Crop top.

#im not takong better pictures #you cant make me

[webslingerofthegalaxy]

Me ascending space and time to a "better place" away from the depressive hell that is college thanks to a song by *NSYNC

#trolls band together #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #nsync #nsyncforever #justin timberlake #chris kirkpatrick #lance bass #jc chasez #joey fatone #better place #im in heaven #screaming crying throwing up listening to this all day #im addicted #never gonna turn it off #you cant make me

[whatanightmaregrinch]

John Hancock x Fem!Sole Survivor- holy matron

{{ TW: Drug use, biblical references ig?, intense feelings}}

In Hancock’s opinion, taking up with the vault-dweller had saved him. Feeling like a fraud was no good, but walking around Goodneighbor made it worse. It only fed his increasing self-loathing, and then in turn, his chem habits. He spent most of his time either in his office absolutely fucked out of his face, or stamping out get-rich-quick schemes he would have given an arm and a leg to be a part of with people and ghouls he would have been glad to call his partners, and it was weighing on him. If he wasn’t concerned about the threats to his people, it was his own personal demons that taunted him. So many times he’d thought about taking just one too many Day-tripper, just to see how close he could get to the edge without going over (although he was more than sure that if he did tumble off of the edge, he wouldn’t have given a shit anyway).

Constantly grappling with his inner self; he felt like two men consistently battling for the right to live, the stronger of the two dictating his actions at the time. The coward who he desperately wanted to bury, urging him to just hide under his covers and take as much jet as he could not to feel anything, the degenerate who’d allowed a fellow drifter to meet their end at the hands of Vic and his boys- and the ghoul he’d forcibly become. The ghoul who treated his citizens with care, the ghoul who would stand up for what was right no matter the cost, famous for his freedom loving attitude and warm hospitality. He figured he’d get a little soul searching out of their travels together initially, but he ended up discovering a whole different way to be. Sole Survivor’s bottomless confidence and kindness had revived the way he thought about the Commonwealth and the people in it, and quite frankly, it had scared him. He’d never expected such a change to blossom within him, and it ignited an intense fire. The type of fire that had shown him he was thinking too small in terms of personal goals. This woman had somehow managed to co-ordinate a bunch of tattered strangers into becoming a trusted outfit (a feat, considering the name “Minutemen” often left a shitty taste in people’s mouths), all the while searching for her son and taking the fucking Institute on. If she could do that all at the same time, he could at least try and get his shit together.  When they woke in the mornings, he was more excited to start the day with her, not terrified, high, and preparing for that day to be his last in the wastelands. Maybe some things would never change- like his habitual chem use, but he didn’t force Buffout and Mentats down his throat as soon as his eyes cracked open just to deal with the thought of being alive, most days. Sometimes it was bad, and he felt like he couldn’t move from the pile he’d put himself into, but she would always be there to lend him a hand, out of the dark hole and into the light again. He was sure the Commonwealth had brought forth an angel, a dazzling burst of sunshine on his radiation-clouded day. She listened to everything and anything he had to say, and the more he talked, revealing the sorer parts of himself, the more he realised the fondness he had for her was developing into something more tangible, something real. She had too many shining qualities for him not to be attracted to her- and like a moth to a flame, he was sucked in.  Guilt ate at him most days after he realised how he felt about her. He felt like he was betraying the trust his friend had placed in him to travel with her as a companion- his widowed friend, no less. She didn’t really talk about her spouse, Nate, only if something small came up- like if a song came on that he used to like, or when they’d eat sugar bombs and she would smile a sort of painful smile, recounting how she’d throw them at Nate for him to catch in his mouth. There was a part of Hancock that detested Nate- not for loving Sole, but for being such a standard of man that John could never hope to compare himself too. It was unfair of him to do that, he knew that Nate wasn’t the one stopping him from being a better man, but when it came to Sole, Hancock wished he could be nothing short of perfect for her. For starters, he wasn’t smooth-skinned the way she was, and whilst he had confidence, it wasn’t that much confidence. She was ethereal at times, eyes straight from a pre-war film actress that burned into the back of his eyelids. He was well ... He was John Hancock, the guy who’d purposely taken a radiation drug knowing it was about to fuck him up and turn his skin into a pile of brahmin shit, just so he didn’t have to look at his own face anymore. Cause a girl’s gonna find self-mutilation sooo attractive. Sole wasn’t the type to judge on appearance- he was sure of that, but he couldn’t be sure that he was what she wanted, and losing the close bond he had with her over something like this scared him to silence regarding his feelings. He promised himself he wouldn’t read too much into how she acted and responded to him, he knew well enough that she was grieving and probably interpretated his actions as simple kindness, but he couldn’t help the way his chest seized when she interacted with him of her own accord- a guiding hand on his forearm when he was about to turn in the wrong direction, a quick but joyous hug when they received good news- his brain ate those memories up and played on repeat for him to experience, over and over again in the back of his mind. He was starting to feel like a teenager around her, and it was fuckin’ embarrassing. He was the king of ghouls, not some scared teen attracted to the girl next door. She was far from that type of lady anyways, hard to picture the woman as innocent when he’d seen her take a Raider’s face off with a hunting rifle at point-blank range. “Hancock?” the angel whispered at them from across the campfire. He immediately gave his full attention, not that she’d demanded it.  “Mm?” he made a noise in reply, and her smile washed over him like a sunrise, beautiful and life-giving. He’d bask in her glow for an eternity if she would only let him.  “Do you think the Greentop Nursery folks will be okay? I’m worried the turrets won’t be enough.” She confessed, patting the ground next to her to search for her cigarette carton and flip-lighter. He almost felt amused at her line of questioning, he was sure that those people were safer than the dickheads in Diamond City with how many defences she’d created and repaired when they visited. “Between the turrets and the traps ya’ set up? More than okay. We’re not too far from ‘em though, could always check in tomorrow.” He offered, and she seemed to turn his suggestion over in her mind as she lit the cigarette, and enhaled. “Alright, We’ll check tomorrow- I just wanna make sure the Greenskins stay gone this time, that’s all.” She said, idly glancing at their surroundings, as if the very mention of a Super-Mutant would cause one to come crashing out of the bushes at them, Mini-Nuke in hand. He stared at her for a moment too long, and she gestured at her face. “Something there?” She rubbed at her cheeks, paranoid for dust marks or otherwise. He laughed, shaking his head.” No, but if there was i’d probably just let it sit, see how long it took ya’ to notice.” She rolled her eyes at him, throwing a rock at him, which just bounced off the tree he was sat near, and settled by a puddle on the floor. “Nice, real nice. What if ya’ took me eye out? What then? I’d be a one-eyed ghoul and it’d be your fault.” He sniffed, playfully. She actually considered the prospect, and grinned as she puffed at her cigarette. “I’d lead you around, tell everyone you lost your eye trying to chat up a Deathclaw.” She mused, exhaling some smoke, and he snorted. “Ya’d still lead me around though, feel like I win there.” He pointed out, and she grunted in reply. He grinned, he loved that noise. It was an old-man habit she had, unable to admit she was wrong, but not proud enough to dismiss him completely. He fished around in his pocket for his Berry Mentats, and pilfered two for himself, throwing them back like they were shots of whiskey. She spotted the box, and sweetly batted her eyelashes at him, silently asking for some. He rose a (long-gone) brow, and held the box up in the light the fire provided, so they could both see the faded design. “Ya’ want some of these? I dunno..” He pretended to be all beat up about her asking, masquerading as a ghoul who truly cared about his chem supply. “I just feel like keepin’ ‘em all too myself.” He continued, eyes trailing to hers to see what she would do with his defiance. She processed the moment, and a playful expression touched her features.  She suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs, pointing over his shoulder with a terrified face, and to her credit, it startled him enough for him to turn and look. She scrambled forward, hand shooting out to take the Mentats from him, but he was faster- leaning back and holding them up and out of reach, arching away from her. “I’ve been around too long for that to work on me, nice try though.” He taunted, waving the packet around. She huffed, but quickly went in for another attack. Hancock felt himself involuntarily gasp when Sole launched herself at him with such force that it sent both of them toppling to the ground, her arms coming to pin his forearms to the floor, causing his tricorn hat to fly off, abandoned next to them on the floor. He was vaguely aware of the way her legs straddled his stomach, but he couldn’t even form thoughts to react, especially when a smile so wolfish and greedy eclipsed her that it had his brain factory reset. He was too close to her, the fire illuminated her in a warm and inviting glow, she was so close he could count her eyelashes if he wanted too, and oh how he wanted. He wanted to know everything about her, wanted to know what made her smile when she felt down, wanted to know what made her mad; how he could make her happy again. “I’ve been alive for over two-hundred years, John. Nothing works on me, either.” She taunted him, proud at their role reversal. All he could do was watch, wide-eyed as she shifted her weight, easily grabbing the box of Mentats from him (like he’d ever put up a fight). She tipped one out into her hand, and dropped it into the back of her throat, swallowing her ‘stolen’ chems with a slight grimace at the taste. Hancock was sure this was as close as he’d ever get to heaven, watching her felt like observing a miracle up close. He watched in a trance as her attention finally turned back to him, completely enraptured by her movements. He watched as she analysed him, and she opened her mouth to talk to him, but whatever it was that she wanted to say slipped away as her pupils expanded, eating away at her irises until they were tiny slivers, pupils gorging themselves on any light that strayed too close. She shuddered, allowing the chem to sink into her. This felt holy, her grace flooding him. He felt naked, stripped bare of his corporal form, for her to view all of his sins underneath her. It was too much, too fast. His brain reeled at her perfume; tones of amber and sandalwood, and his body reacted before his brain had chance to sign off on the idea. In true John Hancock fashion, he told her the one thing he absolutely shouldn’t have.  “I might be in love with you.” he stumbled out, and he froze when his thought process caught up with the rest of his body, gasping and furious about being left out of the decision, waving a shiv at him. She stared at him in silence, processing his words, and he sucked in a breath when she didn’t back away from him, but instead increased the amount of weight she was using to lean on him. He was pinned underneath her now, not that he could consider moving- the gaze she fixed him with was intense, he felt like he could set ablaze any minute if she willed it.  “You’re either in love with me, or you aren’t. You don’t maybe love someone.” Her words burned his ears, and he trembled as his brain, riddled with Mentats, tried to summon a response. “I do love you.” He managed, heart beating in his ears. She leaned closer to him, absorbing his amended confession with a furrow of her brow. “Tell me again.” She demanded quietly, and John experienced her in a way she’d never allowed before. Her face was flushed, revealing her excitement- her eyes held a far-away desperation, a need to feel wanted, to feel loved. Hancock didn’t give a shit if anyone overhead him, he held her gaze as he told her again.  “I love you.” She didn’t ask, but he continued to repeat the words to her like they were a prayer, and each time he said them, she got a little closer, a little more relaxed by his devotion to her. He would become a martyr for her cause, no matter the personal cost. She finally closed the gap, and they shared a kiss. It was a little rough, the Mentats in both of their systems meant they couldn’t afford the same grace they’d have sober. She pulled away, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and her lips remained there for a moment to whisper to him.  “Love me, John. Love me for as long as you can.”  

#john hancock fo4 #fo4 companions #fallout companions #fallout 4 #john hancock x reader #reader insert #gUYS I GOT MY KEYBOARD BACK #sobbing #so much easier to write fanfiction now #accidentally gave myself carpal tunnel from typing fanfiction with an xbox controller #confessions #hancock has feelings #lots of them #implied returned affections #returned affections #ill never tag properly #you cant make me

[kimaratomoya]

Finally started playing Help Wanted 2 in VR.

Absolutely love the game, only up to the cooking ones currently.

But Help Wanted 2 is the exact reason I do not want to go into fast food. I'd get killed by angry customers.

#this is a joke #i still dont want to go into fast food #you cant make me #i talk to Chica and Roxy when in their levels #its an issue #dont send help #♥️✨ #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's security breach #fnaf security breach #fnaf help wanted 2 #fnaf vr #glamrock roxanne #roxanne wolf #fnaf roxy #fnaf chica #glamrock chica #chica the chicken

[icebrooding]

i want to write some kinda messy and toxic established cadeyrn/trahearne fic where they're both in it just to see if they can convince the other to turn to their ideals (its probably nsfw)

#text #cadeyrn copes w/ his resentment by turning borderline yandere #i mean what #i mean frankly the potential for foe-yay is huge here #it writes itself really #no i wont stop pairing trahearne with literally anyone else #you cant make me #literally every other trahearne ship i have is either cute and sweet or ~tsundere~ here is my chance to go the whole hog

[humanitiesbadhabit]

Hey habbit

What are your thoughts on gay sex?

- I think you know by now

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. IM BEING TARGETED

#I WONT ANSWER ANY OF YOUR SEX ASKS FUCKER #YOU CANT MAKE ME #habit everymanhybrid #habit emh #system #ask

[punanenmarli]

jere: you look good in that hoodie. bojan: you know where else i'd look good? jere, zero hesitation: my bed. bojan, at the same time: by your side- wait, what?

#i will not stop #you cant make me

[izzizzels]

Wishing these teens all the luck with their new minimum wage job!! 🍕

#kinda love that they all get to wear little aprons for this arc #also i refuse to draw normal with his dumb moustache #you cant make me #taylor has a pizza cutter and he is not afraid to use it!! #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads 2 #normal oak #lincoln li-wilson #scary marlowe #taylor swift #my doodle(r)s

[technicoloranimalviolence]

DUMBSHIT ANIMAL WHITEBOARD BONANZA

middle beast by aspencicle on discord.

#im NOT tagging this one #you CANT make me #i love how i drew cuddles eyes #thats an animal

[udekai]

For DDE Promptfest!

Prompt 26: Foggy absolutely gets hot and bothered when he sees Matt fight. It just turns him on. Especially when he sees Matt move in the black suit, which emphasizes all his muscles, particularly when he is all sweaty and worked up. Foggy asks Matt to show him some moves, so he can defend himself. He ends up pinned under Matt, sporting a hard-on.

@daredevilexchange

#dd #daredevilexchange #ddepromptfest23 #daredevil #i dont care im not gonna look at it #you cant make me #art #fan art #mattfoggy

[spitbruise]

answer my bellringer ask boy

#NOOO #dissenterbedamned #YOU CANT MAKE ME