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impishtubist · 2 years
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Today I put on a swimsuit for the first time all season (maybe in years??) and I want to crawl out of my skin and also die.
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my jaw hurts and I need coffee but all I can think about is getting my face fucked stupid
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i-am-a-fish · 5 months
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I am
• worried
• depressed
• uncomfortable
• upset
• afraid
• uneasy
it does not feel good.
I'm going to drink some water, take a nap, and deal with these things later
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aeide-thea · 2 years
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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joesalw · 1 month
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did you guys notice that the main theme she put about her relationship with joe in this album was that it felt like a cage to her because he was depressed. the song, so long london makes me feel so sorry for joe because she is resenting him for having his blue days and not snapping out of his depression faster so that she can have a perfect wedding. it's so insensitive given how joe was there for her during her darkest days and pulled her out of it, deleted her social media apps so she wouldn’t see the mean things people say about her etc etc. he was there for her when nobody else was. but she couldn’t be there for him when it was his time. she got bored and started rekindling her fling with matty when joe was dealing with his issues on his own. and she wonders why he wouldn’t marry her?
the worst thing happened after the breakup. she knows that joe deals with depression and yet she sent her fans after him to harass him on a daily basis for a whole year! she used the cheating rumours as a marketing scheme to release an album about matty. she let her fans harass any woman that worked with joe. how can a person be so vile?
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chizu117 · 3 months
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It's so weird seeing how adultified by both the text and fandom Wyll has been. When we meet him in game, if you look past the scars, and then later the devil ridges, he's honestly very baby-faced. I can't even imagine how young he looked when he actually made his pact. At SEVENTEEN. As a CHILD.
Like why are all the dialogue options mean when you find out about his father, pact, etc. He wasn't some gnarled, wise adventurer when Mizora preyed on him, he was a good hearted kid who just wanted to save his city and the people in it and was manipulated into thinking that the only way to do that was to literally SELL HIS SOUL. And of course he wouldn't tell you about his father, the man threw him out. He loved his dad and when he needed him most the man tossed him away. He didn't just lose his house either, he was banished from the whole city, essentially pushed out into the wilds. OF-FAKAN-COURSE he's going to have immense trauma from that.
The whole persona he has seems like a coping mechanism and it's so bizarre that fans can love a character for becoming even more of a piece of shit because of trauma, but call another boring and annoying because his trauma response was to throw himself into heroism and helping others. If he went "Chee all you fakas" and went holo holo in the woods, I wouldn't even blame him, but he was out there saving lives where he could while literally being bound to the whims of a DEVIL.
Anyway, I am a Wyll stan first and a human second.
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I watched the Granada Holmes Hound of the Baskervilles and this is my explanation (and defense ?) of Holmes just absolutely horrible looking stew.
[ID: a digital drawing of Sherlock Holmes. He's walking across a moor with his hands behind his back, holding a letter. A thought bubble above him reads "I forgot my damn stew by the fire." /End ID]
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worri-wort · 4 months
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A wee shit post for today. I've been working on some stuff for the Rogues! zine so posts will still be a little dead for a while but I'll be back to normal soon
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fellthemarvelous · 5 months
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Holy forking shirtballs
I'm choosing violence today. I started this on Twitter, but I'm going to finish my thoughts here like I always do.
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But what really blows my mind the most is the way that people look at Aziraphale's "choice" at the end, as if he had one to fucking begin with.
I'm sorry, but Aziraphale knows how messed up Heaven is. He told The Metatron, more than once, that he did not want to go back to Heaven! We can debate what each of us means by "choice" all night because my "choice" and your "choice" might be two different concepts. He could have been strong armed by The Metatron or he could have looked at where things were headed and realized he had no choice but to intervene himself.
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You need to ask yourself what Aziraphale has a moral imperative to do.
What do we owe to each other?
Seriously, if you have not watched The Good Place, I recommend you go and watch it, because it absolutely shaped how I've viewed Good Omens 2 since its release.
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My levels of frustration with the bad faith mischaracterizations of Aziraphale are off the charts. If you are blaming him for everything, implying that he should have to grovel and that Crowley has a right to hurt him back, you have missed the point of Good Omens entirely.
I defend Aziraphale, but I don't think one of them is more right or wrong than the other. They're equals. They're a group of the two of them, acting and reacting to each other throughout history. They're Alpha Centauri.
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I cannot even begin to explain how fucking devastated I felt when Crowley said these words, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. What he said took a lot of courage because he's finally admitting something they've both been too scared to publicly define for 6,000 years. Crowley has had to spend so long with a rough outer shell because he fell and had to hide all of his softness.
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The look on his face was one of pure joy when he created that nebula, but I think the fact that he got to share that moment with Aziraphale is what has always stuck with him.
So yeah, seeing Crowley with a broken heart at the end of "Every Day" was sad for me as well.
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My brain still lives here!!
But Neil has said that Good Omens 3 is not quiet, gentle, or romantic. I imagine it's going to be more like the the first season in which they are not central to the plot. GO2 will help us make sense of how they ended up where they are when we see the bigger picture with all the other major players involved with GO3.
Aziraphale was still a soldier and accidentally got himself discorporated in his own magic circle in season one. He had a platoon waiting on him to start Armageddon, and he deserted them to go save the world with Crowley instead. Aziraphale is a deserter. I need everyone to remember that. He yeeted himself out of Heaven and sought out Crowley before even locating a body just to warn him about what was happening so they could try to save the world together.
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I can't help but think of 1941 and that magician who had been arrested for being a deserter.
Aziraphale disobeyed orders. That took courage but it branded him as a traitor against Heaven. They tried to destroy him for it the same way Hell tried to destroy Crowley for his part in stopping the war.
Aziraphale and Job are the only characters we have seen interacting with God directly. Aziraphale has spoken to God before and he is determined to do so again.
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Aziraphale knows Heaven is flawed, but he also knows it's supposed to be good. He wants it to be good. He does not like the way the system works and he wants to make a difference. (And I'm pretty sure he's also determined to talk to God without being intercepted by The Metatron.)
Since when is that a bad thing? I don't get it. And I've had this discussion before.
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If you need to change the system by burning the old one to the ground, it's still change, and we don't know what Aziraphale has planned.
It seems to me that people just want to see Aziraphale fail because it would punish him for returning to Heaven instead of running off with Crowley.
Some of y'all take everything Aziraphale says or does and twist those things into malicious anti-Crowley actions because you think the only reason Aziraphale exists is to make Crowley happy, and if he isn't thinking only about Crowley then he's doing something wrong.
Aziraphale does not exist as a plot device to further Crowley's character. They come as a pair. They've been learning from each other for 6,000 years. Crowley challenges Aziraphale just as much as Aziraphale challenges him.
You can be mad at Aziraphale all you want, but villainizing him is gross. Defending Crowley does not mean you have to tear down and mischaracterize Aziraphale anymore than defending Aziraphale means you have to tear down Crowley (but I don't see that happen on nearly the same level it happens to Aziraphale). Stop painting Aziraphale as an abusive partner, for fuck sake.
Aziraphale knows there are flaws in the system. He wants to make a difference, and since he has seen that Gabriel can change, then maybe the whole system can. He has to at least try, and if he can succeed then maybe he and Crowley can stop hiding and finally be together without having to look over their shoulders all the time.
Why is that a bad thing? He's just as protective of Crowley as Crowley is of him!
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But don't forget that Aziraphale's wing was covering Adam and Eve too. As much as a wants to protect Crowley, he has a moral imperative to keep humanity safe as well.
He sent Adam and Eve into the unknown with a flaming sword so they could protect themselves.
As much as he wants to be with Crowley, there are 8 billion people on Earth heading toward the Second Coming and Judgment Day. They'll work together to fight alongside humanity in the end. Aziraphale should not have to humiliate himself just to earn Crowley's forgiveness. That's a rancid notion.
The Resurrectionist was a whole ass moral dilemma for Aziraphale, which is why I brought up The Good Place earlier, but that's a post for a different time.
Aziraphale has his own motivations and they're just as important as Crowley's, and they don't have to be chalked up to Aziraphale being the bad guy. Weird, I know, but shades of grey.
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"To the world."
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heartfullofleeches · 7 months
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bunny streamer reader moaning... While sticking their tongue out. In front of V. How would he deal with the boner from that..
"Vince?....."
V spins in his chair, pulling his headphones off one ear. "Yeah?..."
"Um... This was a dare so - please don't get mad at me." Arching forward, you part your lips - placing your hands on your knees for balance at the odd amgle. His eyes shift as the pinkness of your tongue peaks through and rest on your lower lip. His hands fall into his lap and his lidded eyes widen slightly as you let out a small moan audible enough to complete your challenge, and still cause a rise in V's shorts. Your breath fans his cheek as you exhale - saliva glistening on your tongue. He'd kill a man for a taste, but that was for another time. You had something else to deal with first.
"Get on your knees."
You shut your mouth. "h-huh? Why?"
V grumbles as his sweaty hands fumble with the sting of his shorts, unable to get a good grip on the knot from his haste. "The fuck you think why? You expect to do shit like that and me not to get excited? I was already hard before you opened your mouth. You played your stupid little game how you wanted to, so now it's my turn."
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strangersmunsons · 6 months
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you're not feeling your best. Eddie gives you some much needed comfort. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~800 words
“Hey, Eddie?” 
Your soft voice breaks the comfortable silence hanging over the bedroom, where you and Eddie have been curled up in each other’s arms since you finished making love some time ago.
“What’s up, baby?” He strokes a calloused hand up and down your back, tracing gentle patterns into the skin with his fingers in a way that makes you shiver. You press your body even closer to his.
He smells musky with sweat and drugstore cologne, and the faint whiff of tobacco that lingers from his post-sex cigarette. He tilts his head down to press a sweet kiss to your shoulder, and then another, and then another.
You hesitate, unsure if you want to break this spell of gentleness by voicing your insecurities. But then Eddie traces the furrow between your brows with a delicate finger, smoothing out the small crinkle. His face is expectant. Waiting.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He gives you a dopey half-smile, the really sleepy one that you love the most. “You just did, didn’t you?” 
You try to grin back, but it comes out more like a grimace.
His smile fades, face lining with concern as he takes in your expression. You've apparently hidden your unease from him well tonight; he doesn't like it. He brings a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek in his palm. “Of course you can,” he says soothingly, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.
You sigh at his touch. “Don’t laugh,” you whisper, throat tightening. 
“I would never, sweetheart,” he whispers back.
You stare up at him, eyes welling with tears. You shift uncomfortably in his arms, overwhelmed by the urge to suddenly run from the room. 
“Hey.” Eddie gently pats your cheek, growing alarmed at how upset you look, but nonetheless staying calm for your sake. “Talk to me, angel.” He sits upright in bed, pulling you with him, so your tangled limbs are all gathered into his lap. He rocks you ever so slightly side to side, and curls one hand around the back of your neck so he can bring your forehead to his. “What’s got you all worked up?”
You don't want to tell him anymore, but you’re unable to hide from him like this. Your lip quivers uncontrollably. “Do you…do you think I’m pretty?” The words are wispy, barely there.
You might as well have taken a knife to Eddie’s heart. Shock flickers across his face before sinking into unbelievable sadness. He crushes you to him. “Of course I do. I think you’re so pretty, baby. I think you’re beautiful.” The words become muffled as he buries his face in the crook between your shoulder and neck. “Most beautiful girl in the world.” 
That does it.
Fat tears spill over your bottom lashes, and you hug him back as hard as you can. 
Eddie caresses and kisses every part of you he can reach. “Why’d you ask me that, huh? Did I do something to make you feel like you aren’t?” Every part of him aches at the thought of making you feel undesirable, accident or not. 
You can only snuffle in reply at this point, too caught up in your tears to answer him coherently.
“Shhh,” he hushes you gently, rubbing your back. “Take a deep breath, baby. Try and relax for me, okay?”
He continues to coo sweet nothings in your ear while you let it all out, until you eventually come down from the crying jag. You slump against him, exhausted, waiting for the last few rogue sobs to finish wracking your body.
Eddie holds you all the while, and then tucks you away under his chin. 
His voice is soft like velvet. “What happened to my girl today?” He resumes the gentle swaying from before, hoping the motion will soothe you. “What’s making you feel like this?”
“O-overheard…s-some people t-today…” you manage to stutter out. 
Eddie’s jaw sets. Would you and he never escape the cruel judgment of others?
“They’re wrong,” he says firmly. “Don’t listen to them. Just listen to me, yeah?”
He jostles you lightly in his lap when you don’t answer. “I said, yeah?” 
“Y-yes, Eddie.”
He softens again. “Good girl.” He dots a few more kisses onto your head. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart. I thought you were the second I saw you. And then you turned out to be beautiful on the inside, too. Lucky me, huh?” Another kiss. “My beautiful girl. You’re my angel.”
Your voice is still watery, almost inaudible. “Thank you.”
He gives you a tight squeeze, still speaking in dulcet tones. “I’m happy to tell you that, because it’s true. I’ll tell you all the time now.” Kiss. “I think you need some sleep, sweetheart. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”
He doesn’t let go of you for the entire night.
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eaion · 2 months
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bee-sidebranch · 1 month
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The wet mouse with their demi god first-aid kit
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prettycoolducks · 2 years
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Fav father daughter duo ✨️❄️
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buthappysoverrated · 11 months
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what even is this. who the fuck even are they.
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your-honor-im-zesty · 24 days
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hot take but leo valdez is not the "uwu simp girl" in the relationship. that mf roasts people on a daily basis, and the amount of jason slander he dished out in the series (all lovingly, of course) is actually wild 😭 nah if anyone's the simp it's jason "melting-down-every-time-leo-smiles" grace.
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