#its too late for this shit

[nitw]

in today's episode of "still learning new things about undertale years after its release" i just now realized this joke about the word GREEN being red is because dogs are colorblind. god

#ITS TOO LATE FOR THIS SHIT #leo.txt #ut #undertale

[bababasil]

please humor me - im genuinely curious and made the mistake of asking my best friend of a writer, who encouraged bullied me into making a poll. thanks babe.

#fuck you blackberry #ur lucky i love you #how could you weaponize my curiousity like this #smut #writers on tumblr #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3 writer #its too late for this shit #this is for important research i swear

[starcat4]

✨ tee hee ✨

#dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester #danandphilgames #what is this #its too late for this shit

[thewi110w]

I ate an entire chocolate chip poundcake on my own and I feel genuinely insane

#its too late for this shit

[midnight-coffeebreak]

...

#i don't have the fucking energy right now #a friend is threatening self harm #i shouldnt be the only one trying to save them #its too late for this shit #6:28pm

[yarnboo01]

Google Keep, are you okay?

#this is where pies go to die #google #google keep #why are pies dying #i am not ready for this #its too late for this shit #THINK OF THE PIES #WONT SOMEONE THINK OF THE PIES

[rafeandonlyrafe]

who did this to you?

words: 1.4k

warnings: parental abuse!, drinking, physical violence, cursing, kind of allusions to sex?? but its pretty vague imo, reader has a bruise and its briefly described

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @winterrrnight @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450

you groan hearing the engine roar behind you, being able to tell exactly whose truck it was from the sound alone. and just like normal, rafe cameron had spectacularly bad timing.

“where you going, princess?” rafe calls out the window, of course pulling to the side of the road when he sees you walking.

“piss off, cameron.” you call, not turning to look at him. “im not in the fucking mood for it today.”

“such dirty words for a princess to be using.” rafe tsks, using the ironic nickname that somehow shifted from pogue princess from when you first moved to town, to now just princess. 

“not that i ever want to see you rafe, but especially not today.” you simply keep walking, hoping that rafe would piss off or get bored and drive away, but he stays rolling slowly along next to you.

“okay, cut it out.” rafe shouts. “it’s starting to get dark, just get in so i can give you a ride home.”

“not going home.” you shrug, finally looking over to rafe.

upon making eye contact, you can see his eyebrows rise, and he immediately slams on the trucks breaks and puts it into park, not caring that he’s stopped in the middle of the road. he gets out of the truck with a harsh slam of his door, his chest heaving as he rounds the bonnet to join you on the sidewalk.

“what happened?” his hand comes to cup your jaw gently, turning your face into the streetlight to give him a better view of the purple bruise forming around your temple. “who did this to you?”

“it’s nothing rafe.” you shove his hand away. “don’t act like you fucking care about me now.”

you try to push past him, continue your walk in the general direction of popes house, hoping his parents wouldn’t mind you crashing there for the night, but rafe stops you with firm hands on both your shoulders. “i may give you shit for being a pogue, but that doesn’t mean i want to see you hurt, princess. now tell me who did this to you. was it jj?”

tears well in your eyes at the very thought of your good friend putting his hands on you, and it just further exemplifies the differences between the kooks and pogues for rafe to not even realize how absurd it is to mention jj. he sees him as violent and dangerous, nothing more.

“no, it wasn’t jj, you dick.”

“then tell me who!” rafe shouts, shaking your shoulders slightly, making you cower back when his voice raises.

“fuck.” rafe sighs out, hands instantly dropping to his sides. “i’m sorry- i’m so sorry princess, i didn’t mean to scare you.”

“stop it.” you plead, letting your tears flow freely down your cheeks, an intense build up from since you started holding them back hours ago. “stop treating me like this, just go back to being a jerk and calling me a dirty pogue.”

“y/n.” rafe states your name firmly, and it almost shocks you. you know he knows it, but he always goes for calling you princess rather than what everyone else calls you. “tell me what happened, please. i do care.”

“it was my dad.” you blurt out. “there? are you fucking happy? that my dad got drunk and threw a fucking beer bottle at me. i was lucky it didn’t break and cut my eye. is that what you wanted to know? my fucking sob story so you can use it against me next time?”

“princess…” rafe sighs, letting you collapse into his chest, no longer able to hold back the sobs racking your body, shoulders shaking at the intensity.

your knees give out, and rafe lowers to the ground with you, effortlessly scooping you onto his lap as your hands grasp at his shirt, keeping your face pressed against his chest, making a mess of snot and tears on the fabric, but you’re far too emotional to care.

“breathe, princess, please. you’re gonna pass out.” rafe strokes over your back, trying to encourage you to get some sort of control on your sobs, but the sweetness of his touch, so counter to what you’ve felt from him before, has you choking on your breath.

“hey-fuck, your lips are turning blue. calm down, please.” rafe says after pulling your head away from his chest once you stopped making noises, your body still shaking with tears pouring down your face.

“fuck.” rafe groans, not knowing what to do to make you relax enough to breath, so he does the only thing he can think of and presses his mouth against yours, moving his lips until you kiss him back, taking a deep breath through your nose as you slide your lips against his, gasping and getting more air in your lungs with he licks his tongue out against your bottom lip, asking for permission.

“rafe, what the fuck?” you ask, but your voice is soft and mumbled, still recovering.

“i needed some way to calm you down.” rafe shrugs, acting far too casual for someone who just made out with you on the side of the road, sat on the sidewalk.

“this doesn’t mean i like you now.” you state, although you are thankful for the kiss, it pulled you very quickly of whatever spiral you were going down.

“of course not.” rafe nods. “even if i was a good kisser.”

“i never said that.” you frown, looking down to realize that you’re still sitting on rafes lap. you stand on shaky legs, annoyed that rafe so effortlessly stands up next to you, like he is completely unaffected.

“come on, you can stay at my house. or i can give you a ride to popes or kiaras. just… i’m not leaving you out here.”

“you can take me to popes.” you say, noting how dark its gotten and really not wanting to walk the rest of the way.

rafe opens the passenger side door, and you climb up into his truck, resisting the word to insult the stupidity of the height, considering rafe did just save you from a panic attack and is now giving you a ride.

“where do you live? is it that blue cottage?” rafe asks once he starts the car and begins the drive, leaving you to recover for a few minutes before questioning you.

“yeah, why?” you question.

“just going to have a chat with your dad.” rafe says, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“rafe-” you turn to him. “please don’t do anything. i can take care of it on my own, i don’t need some kook coming into my business-” “fucking stop with the kooks and pogues!” rafe shouts, not caring that you flinch this time, wanting the words to hurt. “i don’t fucking care about that when it comes to you, why can’t you see that princess?”

“stop the car.” you tell rafe.

“no, i’m taking you to popes.” rafe argues back.

“no, stop the car because i want to fucking kiss you again!” you say, body pressing forward against your seatbelt when rafe quickly presses the brake to the floor. he undoes his seatbelt as you undo yours, meeting in the middle as your lips crash together, and the kiss is anything but soft, an epic meeting of teeth and tongue as you both fight for dominance.

rafe wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in closer until you have to move one leg over his lap to straddle him, letting your bodies mold together as you moan into his mouth, your hands grabbing at his hair, and then gliding down to feel the cords of muscle on his neck, the firmness of his shoulders.

“you drive me fucking wild, princess.” rafe says against your lips, taking your bottom lip into his teeth and giving it a tug.

“i take it back, rafe. take me to your house.” rafe smiles, giving you another quick peck before you separate, but this time you stay in the center seat, rafes hand firmly on your thigh as he speeds towards tanneyhill.

“don’t think this means i’m not going to talk to your dad.” rafe says as he gets closer.

“it’s fine, really.” you say. “he was just drunk, he doesn’t drink very often.”

“princess, he hurt you. you deserve to feel safe in your own home.” rafe explains as he puts the car into park, quickly shutting off the engine. “or i can just kidnap you and keep you here with me. turn you full kook.” he smirks, hands gripping your waist and bringing your lips together.

“never gonna happen, cameron.” you smile against his mouth. “pogue for life.”

#wrote this in like half an hour so it might be shit #its honestly too late to tell #rafe fic #rafe fanfic #rafe fanfiction #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe one shot #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron one shot #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #obx fic #outer banks fic #obx x reader #outer banks x reader #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #obx fanfic #obx fanfiction

[ahhrenata]

I’m having an ‘oh’ moment while you bandage my hand, man

MY THOUGHTS FOR THIS ONE ARE IN THE TAGS :)

#steddie #steddie fanart #eddie munson #steve harrington #its late.. or early depending how you look at it #neither of them have been sleeping much or spending time on their own #the nightmares you know #an especially brutal one has eddie a little out of it #his bandages (from injuries that could have been worse) have become loose or soiled from his restless night #so steve sits him down and helps fix them up #he can see eddies still shaken so he just.. talks #about anything really #and eddie slowly comes back to himself #and now he’s just looking at steve.. who’s huffing out a laugh at whatever he’s said.. smiling at the memory of it #eyes crinkling at the corners and thats when it kind of hits #the ‘oh’ #not an ‘oh shit’ this time but a simple ‘oh’ #a happy one for now too #because he is.. happy. he’s not alone.. he doesn’t have to be.. and Steve’s showing him that #through late night talks.. matching dark circles and grounding touches #with stories and music and late night drives #and thats enough.. more than really #he’s at the tipping point.. knows the fall will be coming in the next few weeks- maybe months #but he doesn’t care #not when steve finally looks up at him… wide eyed and cradling eddies hand between two of his.. soft smile on his face and asks ‘you ok?’ #and when eddie (who’s a little misty eyed) smiles back and replies ‘all good’ #right here.. in this moment- he really is #:) #THANKS FOR VOTING FOR IT

[animutate]

my mom just shouted morbius from the living room

#its too late for this shit

[deancasbisexual]

nothing makes me want to slam my head onto a slab of concrete more than the thought of dean being oblivious towards his feelings for cas the entire show and only realizing how deeply in love he was when it was too late. like that is the most heartbreaking interpretation to me.

#the thought of dean beating himself up over the fact that he didn't say he loved cas back #and now its too late and he'll never get to tell him #yeah that shit is devastating #deancas #destiel #supernatural #spn

[answermywearyquery]

the theerapanyakul kids: how close are you with each other?

loan’s kinnporsche 2nd anniversary: favourite familial relationship: the theerapanyakul kids (insp: ½+½)

#kpanniversary2024 #vegas theerapanyakul #macau theerapanyakul #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #tankhun theerapanyakul #kim theerapanyakul #kinn theerapanyakul #kp2anniversary #kpts #kp #loan thoughts #loan.gif #yes this is also minor family focused (with a dash of kinnvegas fascination). that is thanks to who i am as a person. #in all honesty kinnvegas and vegasmacau are my fav platonic relationships of the shows. both so scrunchy! #imagine if you will that its macau recounting all the relationships. cause obviously vegas has a much more complicated relationship to him #that macau would perceive. but then again macau prolly sees some of the shit vegas has to shoulder for him. #but to macau vegas will always be his bestest friend. #this post is very deep if you think about it (i say. lying.) #im kidding ofc but i do kinda like the concept. you could argue with certain assessment of mine but generally the categories felt fitting #anyways. this is late but if im correct its allowed and im doing this thing where im being patient with myself. #also this is my second proper gifset and i dont think i get coloring. i vaguely understand what should happen but like. #i dont think i see what i should. i dont get colors. so these are just. idk. hopefully just a tad more vibrant and not too off color. #so. is this good? not really. but im practicing gif making! and i only get confused by ps like once an hour.

[ohposhers]

would you guys beat the shit out of me if i (a patented clay hater) spontaneously made a really stupid interactive Clay / Viva AU cause the idea has been buzzing in my brain and i think its silly ooo

me when i have 3000844304343 projects im already working on but lets just add another onto the pile cause i cant help myself

#its too late im already drawing art for it as we speak #its really goofy ive always wanted to make an au where people interact with the characters through asks i love shit like that so much #i wont even lie the second i figured out how to draw clays hair it was over for me #i still hate him #trolls #trolls band together #clay trolls #viva trolls

[beethovenus]

Here's the worst thing you'll see today

Sans skibidi toilet

#beeth says #sans #undertale #skibidi toilet #its too late for this shit lol #was lying in bed and in an adhd-induced state i scrambled to my computer and made this

[angelhummel]

My absolute least favorite flavor of anti is “canon doesn’t actually justify my immense hatred of this character, so I’m going to make up bad things they did, pretend it’s canon, then get mad over that” like bestie chill just say you don’t vibe with them and move onnn 

#i dont understand who has the energy #yes this is about blaine lmao #its not enough to say i dont like him and move on #gotta come up with 193742 false claims and pretend they're real #just to give myself something else to get mad over #like okay honey this is very un normal please seek help #he's not real alskfjslk #this is also about mal from d3scendants aalskfjskldf people have been weird over there lately too #is there anything you do like? can you focus on that? #actually in mal's case it's kind of justified lmao which makes it all the worse that they feel they have to make shit up

[starry-bi-sky]

Just the idea of clone Danny and clone Talia working out much bette then him and Talia would confuse poor Bruce. And best part all 4 of them don'T believe he is batman Danny: "We know he is your Sugarbaby, Mom and dad talked about it." Clone Talia:" So no fear, my OG liked a Himbo. And well Danny is a one too."

FR THO AND THEN THERE’S BABY DAMES IN THE CORNER SWEATING BECAUSE HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS. THE LoA TOLD HIM. He’s not saying SHIT though because this is hilarious. He’s silently laughing in the corner. And yessss Clone Danny and Clone Talia working out much better is exactly why I thought of it -- because one its funny and two the potential angst. the could have been.

It doesn't ever occur to Bruce to tell them he's batman but that conversation still comes up during mealtime one day while Danny's recovering (he has to be tied to his chair because he found the gym and nearly dislocated his shoulder trying to train. Dammit Danny your bones are made of glass right now from destabilizing, let your cells repair before doing anything!) because the four of them were talking about Batman and his clan of kids.

Danny, frowning: im not a himbo?

Nasra: reportedly when you first met Damian, your first response to his attacking you was to... grab the blade with your hands, multiple times. This resulted in you slicing a nerve in both hands and permanently weakening your fine motor control.

Danny: well--

Nasra: even now you're rubbing your palms, you only do that when your hands are bothering you.

Damian, snapping his head up: what!?

Danny: you noticed that?? also i learned. I didn't repeat myself when you attacked me when we met, did I?

Nasra: i. suppose not. you're still a himbo, however.

also Danny does his usual 'run on negative sleep' bullshit while in the manor except now he has not only damian but also Nasra tag-teaming his bullshit. Like no, Danny. you need sleep to recover your strength. your ghostly investigation can wait until you're not about to pass out and break your nose on your laptop. They have whole ass arguments in arabic - all three of them - as damian AND nasra drag danny to the closest soft horizontal surface. Danny returns the favor to the both of them when those two are also doing their 'negative sleep' stuff.

Dick at bby Dames: so do you....

Damian: know that you guys are Batman and his family? Yeah. Grandfather and Mother told me before I was living with Danny.

Tim: how come Danny and Nasra don't know then?

Damian: I didn't think it was important to tell Danny that his original was Batman. He does know of the League, however. He calls Grandfather my "super evil, ecofascist grampa and his cult of killers" and doesn't want to know more out of worry of needing to get involved.

Dick: I - really?

Damian: yes, he figured that since grandfather had yet to successfully wipe out my original, then that whatever Damian Wayne was doing was working. And that if he knew more, then he might have to get involved, and he has own problems to worry about than the League of Assassins.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dp crossover #dpdc #dp dc #dp dc crossover #dpdc au #dpdc crossover #danny fenton is not the ghost king #danny fenton is a clone #clone^2 #dick at nasra and damian: you dont like each other?? #Damian: she attacked danny Nasra: he's an annoying little ingrate Danny: oh good they're getting along finally #nasra and damian solidarity is them sparring each other in the gym repeatedly. its how they start bonding. :) and also making sure danny #is taking care of himself. Danny makes sure Damian isn't staying awake too late from art or his own hobbies #and same with Nasra. he finds her beating the shit out of a training dummy and coaxes her to go get hot chocolate with him from the kitchen #he tells her about stars she tells him about the ocean - she's discovered a love for it. they're infodumping to each other #i love the asks send me more (affectionate) #anyone: hey [idea for your au]? #me foaming at the mouth: HEY U SHOULD TALK TO ME MORE. LETS TALK. PLS

[shadows-coffeebeans]

lil doodle i was particularly proud of

#shadows latte art™ #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog fanart #its way too late for me to be posting shit to tumblr #i can barely stay awake past 10 and now its 11pm