#UGH ):

[mossytrashcan]

rip to harrowhark nonagesimus, you would’ve loved anti psychotics and white people chicken

#harrowhark nonagesimus #the locked tomb #white ppl chicken is for her ninth fried tastebuds which can’t handle tasting anything #harrow the ninth #tlt #htn #tlt fanart #ugh #sage’s art tag

[smw-on-kamino]

Fave nerdy info dumper

#the bad batch #tbb #star wars #mystuff #tech #tbb tech #drawing #digital art #fan art #fanart #also: I MISS HIM #ugh #ct 9902 #the clone wars #tcw

[tojiswhore-aventurinesslut]

Thinking about Aventurine coming home after a long week of being "Aventurine".

He had to meet a lot of new, important contacts for the IPC, so he had to be on his A-game to get them on his side. It was a whole week of non-stop meetings, calculated interactions, and gambles. He was socially exhausted by the time he got to you.

Thankfully, you were one of the few people he confided in about his past. You didn't know all the details, but you knew enough. Enough so that he felt comfortable being Kakavasha instead of Aventurine when he was with you.

As soon as he walked through the door his smile dropped and his hand held his head.

"Are you okay?" You asked, getting up from where you were sitting on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache." He replied.

When he looked up to see you, a genuine smile painted his face and he moved to embrace you.

He was warm and smelled like amberwood and bergamot – a signature scent he was always donning. It was familiar and comforting to you, and you buried your face in his chest, inhaling.

His arms around you tightened, "I missed you." He whispered.

You looked up into his eyes and smiled, "I missed you too."

"Ow." His hand shot back up to his temple.

You leaned back from his embrace, worry evident in your features. "Are you sure you're okay? Did something happen?"

He wore a pained expression, "yeah I'm fine I think I'm just tired. This week was a lot; lots of difficult clients."

You cupped his face with your hands, "come on, you can lay on the couch and tell me about it."

You took his hand and guided him to the couch where you sat down, patting your lap for him to rest his head on.

This was a usual occurrence. Even before Aventurine had disclosed his past to you, you had noticed how he liked his hair being played with. It was a mindless thing for you at first, but once you noticed how much it relaxed him, you started making it a point to gently pet his head or run your fingers through his hair whenever he was stressed.

It wasn't until later that you learned that's how his older sister used to comfort him on nights they couldn't find food or when they had to hide from Katican raiders.

As soon as Aventurine laid his head down on your lap he sighed, closing his eyes for a second to relish in the familiarity and comfort of the position. He held your other hand against his chest, and you could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady.

You started to tenderly stroke his hair, gently combing his bangs back with your fingers as he told you about his week.

His hair was silky and smooth, slipping easily between your fingers and feeling soft against your skin. You mixed gentle strokes with firm massages against his temples and across the top of his head. Imagining each time that you were kneading and pushing the stress away.

As you played with his hair he started yawning, occasionally forgetting where he was at in his story. It wasn't long before his chest began to rise and fall in a familiar way that told you he was asleep. His head was slightly tilted to the side and his eyes were closed, his slave brand prominent against his neck.

You ran your finger over it, wishing you could knead and push it away like you always did with his stress and headaches. But it was a brand. It was forever. A mark that served as a testament to the horrors he went through. Not many others knew what it was, though. Otherwise, the 'Aventurine' that everyone knew would be outed as a fake immediately.

There was something ironic about how well he deceived people, when the crack in his deception was so blatant for them all to see. You supposed maybe that was just another way in which he was 'lucky'.

"Let your journey be forever peaceful, and your schemes forever concealed." You mumbled, shifting your gaze to his resting face.

You continued languidly stroking his hair, feeling the calm beat of his heart and gentle rise and fall of his chest.

You made a decision when you learned about his past that whoever he decided to be: Aventurine, Kakavasha, or someone in between, you would be there for him. You would be there to stroke his hair and ease his pains. You would be there when it was time to wake up.

So you stayed like that, brushing his hair and hoping he was having peaceful dreams as you laid against the back of the couch and watched as the sky lightened with a new day.

#UGH #will i ever be over this sad sad man? #probably not #posts #my writing #aventurine x reader #aventurine #hsr #hsr fics #aventurine fics #x reader

[sophsicle]

you can not say iris by the goo goo dolls and not drop a sneak (you do not have to no pressure at all love you) TEASE

#UGH #the unraveling of evan rosier is what what i will be calling this chapter #ohb #fic: of his bones #rosekiller #pirate au #soph rambles

[somewhereincairparavel]

Azula thinking that the best thing that's happened to her is being born a prodigy and gaining her father's approval but that turning out as the worst thing that's happened to her, because if ozai hadn't paid any attention to her, he wouldn't have been able to ruin her.

Zuko had won the jackpot in getting banished even though he thought it was one of the most humiliating things that had ever happened to him, because he got to realize what a sadistic tyrant his father was, while azula had lived in the delusion that what her father did was right.

Azula thinking that she was living her best life basking in her dads praise, but was crushed in the end, while Zuko getting crushed under his dad's cruelty but became stronger than ever in the end

#These fire siblings give me all the angst #They both are such opposites in so many ways #But so many parallels between them #Ugh #atla #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko #azula atla #atla azula #princess azula #ozai #ozai atla #atla ozai #fire lord ozai #aang #sokka #katara #the gaang

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ dabi + dermal piercings (& you sucking on them!)

character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, blood + licking up blood, hair pulling, toxic relationship (possessiveness, touya’s a lil mean) words: 1.1k

notes: the biggest thanks to @t-tomuras who birthed the idea of dabi having dermal piercings (outfitted with pretty sapphire studs) with meee ♡

They haven’t healed—not fully, anyway—but that doesn’t really matter. 

He can hardly feel half of them regardless. 

Still, they’re breathtaking. 

Dewdrops of sapphire adorn his torso, glittering in the gauzy moonlight with each of his gentle inhales. Eight in total—four strung across his collarbones in pairs of two, four framed by sharp, jutting hipbones. 

They’re a dainty contrast to the gaudy gold sutured across his flesh, old and worn, stained with ash and fire and blood. They look almost natural in a sense, as if his body had sprouted the jewels itself, grown from his tissues.

“So pretty,” you murmur to yourself, a delicate index finger tracing over the jutting gems embellishing his collarbone—slow, appreciative, gaze shimmering with awe in the dim light. 

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, your pupils pulse, gaping and gluttonous, trying to consume the sight—suck him in, swallow him down, stash him away behind bone and blood for safekeeping. 

The dermal piercings are nearly as pretty as he is, sprawled out beneath you, fluffy tufts of ivory messy and splayed on the dark sheets outfitting his mattress. They almost rival his eyes, the blue almost as deep, the glimmer almost as beautiful.

A tongue darts out to lave along his bottom lip, scar tissue licked raw by it’s incessant caress, the point playing with one of the hooked staples at the corner of his mouth. Rough hands flex on your hips, coarse and callused, his glassy gaze framed by heavy lids as he stares up at you, unblinking. 

Your own gaze sweeps between the piercings and his face, unable to focus on one for more than a few seconds at a time, enraptured by the beauty that is Touya, spread out on display below you.

Another gentle skim of your fingertip over the twinkling little bumps, so light it’s hardly a touch at all, a fragile shiver rippling through his flesh. Pressing down, you watch as your nail sinks into puffy velvet skin, still slightly swollen from the needle, a soft hiss of air expelled through gritted teeth—wispy, not sharp, his hips twitching up infinitesimally.

It’s nothing more than a dull pressure, nerves fried to hell, singed and faulty and dead beneath dense scar tissue, but it makes his cock throb anyway, half-hard and filling with life, pelvis rolling up once, grinding into your core.

A syrupy little giggle drips from your lips, head ducking down to plant chaste kisses to the four gems lining his protruding collarbones before your tongue unfurls to smooth over them in one slow, continuous drag, flat and broad, sealing the dermal piercings with a thick coat of spit. 

His chest stutters, intake of breath tangling on the whine that splinters in his throat, spine arching off the mattress to urge the piercings further into the heat of your mouth. 

Your lips curl into a smirk against his skin, cheeks hollowing as you suck on the metal, hot and soaked under your mouth, the point circling them; first lazily, then with more force. 

“Fuck,” he breathes out, curse tapering into a whimper. “The other ones, now.” 

Sliding down his legs, your body settles between his thighs, his knees spreading wider to accommodate you, ankles hooking at the small of your back and locking you in place, heels weighing down on the base of your spine. 

Damp breath wafts over his hip piercings in a gentle caress, chased by the tip of your tongue, tracing the edges of each jewel, refusing to lick over them. 

A growl rumbles in his chest—dark, decadent—and slim fingers knot in the hair at the back of your head, knuckles curling tightly and yanking, sharp bones pressed flush to your scalp.

“Don’t tease.” 

Another giggle escapes your lips, airy against his slick skin, but your tongue obeys instantly, gliding over the jewels in slow, heavy laps, smothering them in saliva. A sharp gasp catches in his throat, fading into a stringy moan when your tongue tenses into something hard, brushing across the studs in firm, rhythmic motions—back and forth, back and forth. 

The piercings on his hips are considerably more sensitive than the ones threaded along his collarbone, the skin healthy and alive and so, so responsive, your humid breath adoring his stomach with dewdrops of condensation.

His grip on your strands has loosened, breathy pleasure melting on his tongue, hips shifting under you, hard cock prodding your ribs. 

The salt of his sweat stings your tastebuds, strong and pungent, but you don’t stop licking until every last ounce of it has been washed away, cleansed by your spit and soaked up by your tongue.

But even after that, you’re still ravenous.

Your lips encase the tiny studs in a pucker and suck greedily, the capillaries tangled beneath his skin snapping under the force. Blood floods the surrounding tissues, seeping through the small pinpricks, jewels swimming in sticky crimson.

You sop that up, too, copious amounts of drool mixing with scarlet and turning the viscous substance a watery pink, painted in wide, messy strokes across his gut. Tart copper saturates your mouth, eager tongue weighing down on the weeping punctures, desperate for more. 

Blotchy violet blooms below your mouth, so dark they rival his scars, your name etched into his flesh using his own ichor as ink. The vigour of your suction increases, siphoning another torrent of warm metal to ooze from the wounds, a needy moan vibrating against his skin. 

It’s so good, his hips rutting into your ribs in pitiful, uneven little motions, but he’s starting to chafe beneath your blotting tongue, little fissures splitting smooth flesh thanks to your ceaseless lapping. Reluctantly, you pull away, laboured breath drifting across the piercings, still trickling lines of carmine. 

A masterpiece. Yours. 

“Goddamn,” Touya’s panting, a slight flush to his cheeks, clumps of hair clinging to his temples. “I should get these piercings across my entire body if it means you’re gonna slobber all over ‘em like this.”

He doesn’t need to—he knows he doesn’t need to, knows you’ll worship his body without the pretty little gems budding from the surface of his skin—but you giggle anyway, pressing a kiss to his left hip, blood staining petaled lips. 

“I dunno,” you hum in mock thought, a delicate finger tracing along the staples curving over his belly button, tiptoeing across gold. “Don’t you think you have enough?” 

His head lifts from the pillow slightly, staring down at his own torso, sapphire scanning across the gold sutured into his flesh, stitching healthy skin to something dead and warped. 

“I suppose,” he sighs out with a practiced indifference, head flopping back down, a languid smile crawling onto his face. 

His eyes dart down again, heady and shaded by thick fanned lashes, flares of mischief catching in the rising moon. 

“You’d better get to work, then.” 

Starting with the metal barbells climbing the underside of his cock. 

#dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #todoroki touya smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #todoroki touya x y/n #dabi headcanons #uGH #really i just wanna lick him all over and admire his beauty #that's all this is ahahaha #inky.dabi #inky.touya

[frnkiebby]

that’s a naked lookin hand there frnk~🎃

#god is he fucking pretty #scraggly lookin motherfucker #also what the fuck his pretty eyebrows??? #and please i need his piercings back #UGH #frnkiebby #also hey anon just in case you were unsure: i didn't take this frimage and if you personally know who did Imk and ill credit them. #frank iero #mcr #mcrmy #frnkiero #my chemical romance #frnkie #my chem #ilhsm

[finnprof]

blu scout....she means everything to me....

some headcanons under the cut

• not sure about the name yet, but i was thinking Britney or something starting with b. now allow me to get real soppy for a moment - she and the male blu scout are besties or at least very close friends, so he calls her B for short ;-;

• she can be mean, at times she gets straight up nasty. it takes a looong while for her to warm up to other people, and she often just comes off more hostile than she means to

• she's got wicked long hair - almost never been cut, the ends are all split and thinning. she subconsciously links long hair to femininity, and as a trans girl who hadn't been accepted for a long time, she's literally holding her locks in a death grip. she doesn't necessarily take great care of the hair, but just having it there brings her a lot of comfort

• has a ton of freckles, they're very intense and scatter in dense patches all over her body. she often gets insecure and annoyed with them, so i made a white turtleneck (hi demoman design) a part of her uniform - just like with hair, it's a little impractical and limits her movement during work, but she powers through it cause what're you gonna do~

• speaking of work, she's probably the slowest of the four scouts, though what she lacks in speed, she makes up for in agility and street smarts. i think she'd make little contraptions out of scrap metal like booby traps or trip wires and such, so her and engie get along well~

• i was also thinking she'd wear dark green baggy cargos with lots of pockets - maybe a belt bag around her hips

• err the last point uhh yeah she just seems like the type to munch on ice cubes - probably means she's got good teeth~

is she an oc at this point? idk probably??

#idk idk idk idk idk idk idk #whatever #got it outta my system #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 femscout #blu scout #tf2 fanart #tf2 #my art #ugh

[thelonelyshore-if]

Writing is hard 👍

#author posting #ignore me im just frustrated #fighting off the desire to delete everything #im not going to do that ofc #i just. feel terrible about my prose #and the structure of the chapter #ugh #i need to just. finish and edit. #save me editing #editing #save me #ill probably delete this later lmao im just feeling A Way

[stinkyfartgirl]

George Harrison (1988)

he had such a contagious smile :))

#cute #beatles #george harrison #the beatles #edit #mine #my edit #classic rock #gif #musician #singer #artist #tv #movie #program #my gifs #gifs #gifset #old man #middle aged men #hot #1980s #UGH

[vivwut]

"I yap a lot"

"I can listen to you yap all day"

#me and fucking who?! #ugh #female rage #i need this #its not a want its a need #quotes #spilled ink #spilled words #thoughts #dark academia #desiblr #writers on tumblr #desi tumblr #books #desi romance #desi tag

[zonnoforthezont]

Me when I'm not gonna want my dinner

:(

#ugh #brainrot #phil lester #dan howell #phan

[losttoliterature]

god i need to sleep but i cant face leaving all this time behind in sleep when i could be lying awake in the dark doing everything and nothing. i cant face being returning to day time and having to do things like homework and revision and eating and showering and talking and generally being what society expects a functioning human to be. i just want to exist.

#i should just become nocturnal #but seriously time at night is so much better than in the day #phrased wrong but its fine #ugh

[tojiswhore-aventurinesslut]

I think Aventurine has nightmares about his past.

Warning: mildly suggestive content

You're sleeping soundly in your bed until quiet groans and a panicked voice wake you up.

"Don't. Stop. Please, no, no. Don't. Don't."

You look over and see Aventurine clenching his fists and teeth, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes and staining his pillow.

As expected, he was asleep.

This happened every few months. The very first time, you woke him up and tried to comfort him, asking him what happened and if he wanted to talk about it.

He blinked his eyes, trying to get rid of the terror of whatever he was seeing in his dream. You had never seen him look so scared before. The confident, cocky gambler who always won was nowhere to be found. His multi-colored eyes glistened from his tears.

But you only got to see it for an instant before his usual confident expression replaced it, wiping at his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, voice impossibly smooth.

You were taken aback at how quickly he changed, "yeah but it's okay... Are you okay?" You asked again.

He chuckled, "of course. Don't worry your pretty little face. Just a bad dream."

"What was it about?"

His eyes grew distant for a split second before replying, "nothing. I just lost a bet."

"Did you lose something important in that bet?"

"Nope. And in fact, I think I was about to win it all back." He grinned.

Your brow furrowed. What kind of bet would leave Aventurine in tears but not be important? It didn't make sense. You were about to say as much when he moved closer to you, kissing your jaw and down your neck.

"Aventurine what—"

"Shh, let me put you back to sleep. It's my fault you woke up."

He sucked on the space connecting your neck and shoulder and moved his hand down your body, knowing just what to do to have you melting under him.

Thoughts of his dream were lost amongst the sounds of your sighs and bodies together.

Aventurine did indeed put you back to sleep, but when you woke up the next morning, he was gone. Nothing but a note that said he had urgent business and wouldn't be back for a few days. Even his texts to you were short. It felt like he was avoiding you.

After about a month, things mostly went back to normal, but he didn't stay the night again until almost 6 months after the incident, always finding an excuse to leave, no matter how late it was.

Which is why now, whenever he had these nightmares, you didn't wake him. Instead, you just laid there, listening to his quiet sobs and pleas. Sometimes shedding your own tears for him.

He was a guarded person, and you realized you didn't know much about his past, but you hoped one day he would confide in you. That one day your gambler would take a gamble on you and share his pain. But until then, you would just stay by his side, so when he awoke from whatever horrors he was reliving, he would see you there: an anchor, a light, hope to sleep again and dream of a morrow without pain.

#posts #im so unwell about him #like #ugh #i need to write a proper fic #this was supposed to be reader comforting him but #not yet #lol #aventurine #hsr #hsr fics #aventurine x reader #x reader #my writing #aventurine fics #my writing - aventurine

[batcastlesociety]

guys i don't think jonathan's business trip is going all that well

just a hunch though

maybe it is but idk 😔

#this is a joke #obviously #i just feel bad #poor jonathan #he doesn't deserve this #smh my head #dracula daily #re dracula #ugh #my good friend jonathan harker #jonathan harker #bram stocker's dracula

[cptnbg]

Seriously why does this look so bad???? I feel like I just don't have the skills to push this over the point of mediocre rendering. Meanwhile I've started to draw an entirely different version just to see how it would look and I want to pursue this one instead. But that would be falling into my usual work flow and I'm trying to push myself here so wtf am I supposed to do????

#ugh #help #art advice #please #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #mine #art #digital art #is it the texture??? #it all looks so soft and washed out #it looks so lifeless compared to the line art version #😭😭😭