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#like idk what im doing wrong all the time and i wish i could just find someone at all who actually vibed with me and understands me
stoopidstapler · 9 months
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SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.
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aroaceleovaldez · 5 months
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Dude I don’t know where you’re getting this information that 13-14 guys can’t be tall at all. Literally every guy in my freshman high school grade (13-15 year olds) were all 5’6-6’0 at the beginning of the school year and they were all actively growing taller as the year went by. Letting people think Nico is average height or tall is not hurting nobody and you are still entitled to your opinion that Nico can be short. I believe all of Nico’s of various heights can coexist peacefully.
I did say "average" height and was only referring to the fact that Nico's canon height is never explicitly stated. Anyways allow me to rephrase:
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my grievances only lie with the wiki for being baselessly wrong. tall nico headcanoners i have no beef with you understand i am simply being silly goofy on my blog mwah mwah
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leieryx · 1 month
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Im never gonna be normal about this i fucking knew it
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when will people understand tumblr is my safe space and if i wanted to see news i would just look it up on the three news apps downloaded on my phone
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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year
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I just accidentally brought back a bunch of memories of stuff my mom used to say to me :')
#she said she wished id never been born. like girl that was on you not me#along with 'i could just get rid of you' as a threat multiple times#i thought she meant sending me to foster care but now... im not entirely sure she didnt mean unaliving me#she also used to threaten to cut off my thumb#i would say it was an empty threat but shed pull out the knives or scissors sooo maybe not#she would frequently ask what was wrong with me#call me ungrateful or a brat#remind me of all the things that she did for me and how much worse it could be#its hard to remember the stuff she said#idk it probably doesn't sound that bad but it seriously messed me up#she used to scream at me until i cried#shed call me a liar or satanic because i self harmed#god and im still not sure what rumors she spread about it but she definitely told people something#i would say she said something untrue but honestly idk. it could have been something i did actually do but phrased badly idk#i never got to find out#once the first person confronted me about it i had a mental breakdown because i didnt know what was going on and no one would explain#but clearly it was something bad because of how confrontational they were being#actually that wasnt even the first person kind to think of it#god im like shakinv just recalling it#she also called me selfish a lot#oh yeah she said she didnt care if i starved to death one time#which i mean. she clearly didnt care if i died but whatever#neither did I really#i want to remember everything but i can't :(
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edith-is-a-cat · 3 months
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Fuck.
I wish I could help.
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In my head *cough, fantasies* RGG isn't so centered on their need to 'one game only' their villains, and allow the characters they already have to expand and grow beyond those games. (Ryuji-though he came back in Dead Souls, Mine, Aizawa) they do a good job making really compelling, interesting characters and then have to speed run to their demise. It's unfortunate, but I do understand they were operating with 'there might not be another game after this so we don't want to get too far ahead of ourselves' much of the time. Hell I don't even need redemption arcs, just..not having death be the only answer, if that makes sense? Or I just get to attached to the well-done villains. Heh. (chaoszonenate)
noooo it makes me sooo pissed actually just because kiryu (and even ichiban !!) Every Time preaches about people's capabilities to start over and so long as you have a will to go on you can right your wrongs but !!!! these fucks aren't ever given that chance and i'm over it !!!!!!!!!
if no redemption arc for them then at the very least let them go to jail idk- just stop killing them because the game's over
#snap chats#spoilers#because im going to get into spoilers becaUSE EVERY TIME THIS TOPIC'S BROUGHT UP WE KNOW WHAT I GOTTA SAY#AOKI'S DEATH WAS STILL THE DUMBEST AND STUPIDEST SHIT EVER LIKE UGH#aoki's death is LITERALLY like. the primest example of what is wrong with this trope from RGG#like the ending of Y7 could have been so beautiful and good and meaningful had aoki survived#take him to prison and let him start to atone for what he did the RIGHT way#UGH I GET SO MAD CAUSE IT WAS LOOKING SO GOOD TOWARDS THE END AND THEN KUME FUCKIN#CHEKHOV'S FUCKIN KUME I GUESS i hate this game so much#i hate this game because i love it so much BUT the ending the ending is literally the only thing stopping me from adoring Y7 1000%#that and the mirror face moment but like. Fine Whatever i'll look over it if it means joon-gi cancels aoki live on twitter#back to mine tho. cause i mean. We Know Me. i really wish he lived just to see daigo's reaction#like i can't even begin to imagine how daigo would react to learning about everything mine did- what mine was GOING to do too#GOD i really dont know.... i REALLY dont know because daigo's a good man but that's SUCH a big betrayal#i feel like kiryu would've accidentally wing manned for mine though yk what i mean#listen if he's willing to tell daigo mine wouldn't betray him then im sure he'd help daigo understand that like#Ok Mine's Deranged But We Can Fix Him :) like father like son you know GOD theyre idiots but i love them like family#ok im prob gon run out of tags if i keep going i can save all that fr a fanfic idk BYYYYEE
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lecliss · 5 months
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Why is Obito's height and weight listed as 182cm/70.3kg while Tobi is 175cm/55.9kg. THATS THE SAME FUCKING DUDE HOW DID OBITO SHRINK HIMSELF?????
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cutemeat · 2 years
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i rlly truly hate feeling so useless. i just. am. but i dont want to accept it.
#i need to. i mean look. dennis couldnt accept it n it made him miserable#i hav no energy even 4 sunny this is. bad jknfdkjgntr#i am having . a rough week#i keep overcompensating n trying to sound smart cuz i know im not. i could not graduate from public HS. i know im not smart.#i could never get into college. would not even pass a class. i just. am not. smart. but i wish i was. i try to sound like a smart person.#but its all cuz i know im not#i cannot. do anything. but ppl look at me n they say 'ok u are capable :)' n then i still cannot do much. but i LOOK like i can.#it doesnt matter how many times i prove im a failure. they still say well u just are not trying hard enough. keep going.#but its never enough. n i dont know how to be enough. idk what i am good for.#i just dont 'apply myself' . i feel so fucking awful. i hate it i cannot do this shit. but i have to. i am so tired i want to go home.#how do u apply yrself when there is nothing to apply#but theres not anything wrong with me. so its just me. n i cant . i . feel like a robot every day. nothing in me. nothing.#but ppl look at me n know i must serve some function or purpose right? so just keep going. keep going#i feel Plateau lately#i try to apply myself but it never works. tell me why it never works. tell me why. am i rlly just a lazy piece of shit. i guess so.#n i cant be pleasant abt it when ppl try to help i only make it worse#cuz no one seems to be able to find an explanation otherwise. in 20 yrs if there was one they wouldve found it by now right
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floconsugar · 6 months
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ive been tired and sad lately but today i randomly encountered That Old Man at the coffee machine. and he started to talk to me.(!!!) i was so happy just to see him..... it was only small talk but he smiled at me and like. the whole world instantly lit up you know. i love him so much he is always so nice... i've been thinking about his smile and his eyes all day lmao like whenever i felt sad today i just tried to think about him instead and it works. fuck me it works so well
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piplupod · 7 months
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also I've been having that horrible haunting feeling that im doing something Really Really Wrong and nobody is telling me so im just walking around doing my thing but somehow hurting or irritating Everyone i come into contact with and just have no idea bc I cannot see it and nobody is telling me fhfjdl
and i keep trying to pick myself apart and study everything im doing and saying but I can't find anything because Everything i do seems awful lately so ... idk what is mental illness making me hate myself and what is genuinely bad of me
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kawaiianimeredhead · 9 months
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angelhound · 1 year
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i think i have to start over my start over
#it is very strange and unreal to me to treat everyone i meet as trials that may or may not work out instead of like we are now chained#together by the throat because i feel. compassion for them#nothing works out forever and its because i am too liberal w the love giving#idk like theoretically. love can be me staying away from u because u aint act right. and i am doing that a lot lately but it is really odd#idk how to not feel like it means something to touch and be touched#i can explore intimacy deeper than my counterparts have ever before and then .. decide it is not going to work out regardless before i have#exhausted every possible way to make it work until either it Does or we are so sore theres nothing left to do but be done#i dont want to feel like i have this month#being that i am so frustrated with the way other people treat me i dont want to talk to anyone at all#obviously thats not right#but no one has done anything seriously wrong they just dont know what i know yet and therefore want something that i cannot give#and thats fine i really just want them to all succeed. but not by using my hands. it never works that way anyways you cannot do it for#someone. i used to wish i could because i felt deep sorrow for those who were lost. i would not even if you asked now#idk. a lot of my path right now is about experimenting what works and does not so i guess its fine that i keep being half wrong#i got distracted i was talking about. connecting. it still hurts to leave even when its been so short of time#i feel like im giving up on people. but its not my job to pull everyone out of drowning themselves and i cant even#the only true way i can help anyone is to get better and show you how. that is my gift i suppose. falling in holes so i can show u where#they are#allthough at heart i am an advocate of falling in your own holes i think it is a vital part of life and growing. i worded my analogy badly#i meant more… becoming light helps others to see their own. and especially for me i am good at verbal support/advice but i am exploring…#helping people without doing their heavy lifting for them. indirect methods. the more i am honest with myself and the world i hope it will#be meaningful. i want everyone to find it really. i think theres something so wrong with me and if there isnt its more confusing.#to feel the way i do all the time and have that be what is Right because it is so rare to see outside of me#if it is the truth then why is it nowhere else#i am fully aware it presents very narcissistically. to hear me say there is no one like me. or maybe you dont believe me idc. but i know im#not making it up because i was so desperate for my whole life to find someone and its really. not around. idk someone told me i am an#indigo child. but i know someone else who is and they are still … so confined to themselves in a way that i am just not#i gotta end this train of thought i can come to no conclusions if i cant pick a damn topic and rn clearly i cannot#there have been some who have come close to seeing but then they get stuck and i keep going#i hope that is not true forever because it is incredibly isolating to be a guiding star and not a human being
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girlyghosty · 2 years
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Please! I need the part 2 of “Captain Price opens a package, thinking it’s intel, but it’s a sex pollen.“ I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! 😭♥️
Anyways, I'm your new follower 😍, and some of the stories you write is just so damn good😍 (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)
im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.
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Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?
The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.
Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.
You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.
"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.
"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."
His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.
Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,
"But that will not be bloody true for long."
As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.
"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"
There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.
Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.
He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.
The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.
"Fuck, you're warm..."
He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.
"Wet for me. So wet. How?"
Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.
"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."
When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.
"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."
You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?
"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."
He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.
"John..."
You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,
"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."
He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.
"You're gonna make me come, John."
Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,
"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."
Your body listened before you could even register his words.
From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...
"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.
Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.
"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."
"It's okay, John..."
"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."
"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.
You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,
"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."
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