#taxic friends

[methvapes]

your art is so good but every post you make is a literal mindfuck what is even happening here

i wrote fanfiction about us

it was a dark and stormy night

being a criminal justice mastermind i dont often bring my skillset into the real world

and yet sitting here, in my private investigators office, 73rd floor atop the highest skyscraper in new york city, i can appreciate the intellectual high ground it takes to make it this far, in a world gone mad. its 1972, and yet my minds still stuck in the past, in the could haves and the what once was

a drag on my marlboro brings me back into the present. a knock on the door. another knock. i exhale a foul smelling line of smoke out my mouth and flick the butt of my dart outta the window. let some other poor schmuck deal with it. ive got enough on my plate

adjusting my melancholic overcoat, and sleazing my way over to the door, i can see the silhouette of a greasy, stout man infront of it. a piercing voice carries through my office and out into the streets of the city. his speech wrests its way through my ears in an attempt to make them bleed, surely, even the street dogs would be whining at the shrill pitch of it. and yet… i know who this is. anonymous.

a scowl makes its way to my face, from my 5 foot 11 stature. distaste registers in my mind. i knew this guy as kids, when he used to bathe in grease and shit every day and then roll around in the streets, looking desperately for a thing he called, "asks". accompanied often with a flattened stone, or a piece of paper, with buttons drawn crudely onto it. we all assumed he was an escapee of the nearby mental institution as children, and i was the only one patient enough to be kind to him, enduring his insane prattling about something or other, or his blatant disregard for the female sex, and juvenile objectification of women

"my MINECRAFT mods wont LOAD CORRECTLY! i sense that SOMEONE HAS MEDDLED WITH my STATE OF THE ART gaming PC and LARD SOAKED CHAIR!"

he seems to be writhing on the floor of my waiting office, and throwing a tantrum similar to that of my 3 year old daughter

"anon, anon, my friend, what could be the issue?" i attempt to quell the insane beast to no avail. often he would lull into some breakdown or another, freakouts that wouldnt pertain to our world

"oh mister investigator sir! you gotta help me!" i can hardly understand him through his blubbering tears. "you gotta help me i saw a very scary monster in my room, and he went under my bed! you gotta help me kill him mister investigator sir! he meddled with my future device! i need my fix of asks!"

what a world we live in. do i help a childhood acquaintance, and attempt to quiet his babyish outburst? my illustrious supermodel big breasted booty cheeked up rich successful atheist businesswoman wife and supergenius 3 year old daughter would surely miss me on my adventure, and yet i find myself hungering for the hunt of the game yet again, even as the hunt is little more than a search for a round object in a ball pit, with the mental limitations of my good friend anonymous. i decide to help him with his journey free of charge. i know hes rather broke after spending all his time at the local casino. i told him he didnt know how blackjack worked after he tried to bluff a win, and got beaten senseless by the guards. tsk. whats a man of my caliber to do?

"ill help you anon, if its the last thing i do."

grabbing my '66 colt diamondback, and my silky fedora, i stride over to the door with purpose. my bumbling sidekick tottering his way over to the exit and falling over immediately upon walking through the doorway. i always did forget he had the object permanence of a toddler. we make our way downstairs

the rain pours out upon that damned, dirt filled city. taxis and cars blazing by my office in hurried races

stepping onto the pavement, anon rushes forwards, step after shortened step. in horror, i watch as he trips on one of his homemade "mobile devices" and falls into the street. a taxicar's yellowed paint feels like a slap in the face as the dark street fills with the blood of my childhood friend. heroically flagging down traffic in the tense night of the city, i race to his side. the man who was like a distant cousin to me. an eccentric nephew, or odd sort of relative, gone in the blink of an eye.

but yet! hope! as anons labored breathing grew more stagnant by the second, i knew i only had moments to spare. jumping 15 feet into a nearby vehicle, i hotwire the wheel in mere seconds, racing my way to the hospital. i knew i could save him… if only… if only i had more time…

a race against the clock, i could feel the ticks of milliseconds pound against my skin like the judgemental gavel of a courts closing. like a stampede of hooves amid a horserace. like a thrumming engine, ready to blow at any given moment. i needed to get to that hospital

minutes later, there i am, pulling into the crowded parking lot. carrying his frail and short four foot two body into the intensive care, i knew there would be lasting damage. a man doesnt play modded minecraft all day and be left with the highest condition of physical ability, after all.

"nurse! ready a room for my friend! immediately!" i shout, as i shed my private investigators coat and reveal a second doctors coat underneath. i also pull out a surgical liscence from my back pocket, where it had been digging into my ass all night which hurt really bad. it also explained why i looked so bulky and puffy under 2 coats. from anonymous comes faint mumbling.

"need more… need more fried mushrooms… radishes…. the jade door… collapsing… oh… the sand… help…" it seems he had been having some kind of nightmarish hallucination, spurred on by him getting run over by a fucking car. i rush to the operating room. the rest of it is but a blur, as i endlessly repair damage thought to be deadly, and attempt to restore function to his marred body.

its 7 hours later, when he is finally placed in a visitation recovery room. maybe his 4 moms could come and visit him, it might help with this apparently insane state he had been put in. mutterings about, squids, of all things. squids? who likes squids? those damned creatures from the sea?

anons odd ramblings only seemed to continue from there, to my eternal dismay. "the truth… im unclear of the truth… 2003… cleopatra.. wife boobs…" i was deeply unsettled by this, and forever in grievance of the loss of one of my friends. as a strong male figure, i emotionally was unsure of what to do from here… a loss… devastating to this world.. one soul less among the masses of our earth… lifes but a walking shadow, a power player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more

#thnx

[sorcerous-caress]

I looked at the mods and stuff for guns in Mass Effect 1 and said “that’s a lot of words too bad I’m not reading em” and speaking of romance wishes god I wish Garrus was bi and poly existed in the game I would’ve both Garrus and Tali romanced so hard they were my ride or dies I took them everywhere unless I physically couldn’t or needed a specific a companion for a mission. Also I must’ve been really blinded by Ashley’s comments on aliens because it seems a lot of people liked her when I wasn’t really feeling her in one guess I gotta give her more of a chance.

(Also this is thebottomseareef I’m just on my main blog because I wanted to make a dnd/bg3 side blog to use on the app so it’d be more convenient and I wasn’t constantly logging into another account but I found out that you can’t send asks from side blogs so I’m just doing it from here because it’s easier)

"Too bad I'm not reading em" PEBCOQNXKQNDJSOJQSN yet you're still here reading my long ass posts, I'm honoured.

omfg yes, Garrus and Tali literally feel perfect in a poly yk? Like I've always took them with me on missions as a pair because their banter was so cute and they were the best balanced team for my character.

It is sad looking at older games and realising how much they hold themselves back just to appease their main demographic, like the legendary edition was two years ago and it would've made so much sense to make the aliens poly or bi. But they didn't because they didn't want to upset the majority of their demographic about the sudden change or getting into "Mass effect is woke now hmp! >:v" online scandal.

Like the romance is nice and every character is so sweet on their own, but something inside me dies each time I'm reminded this is strictly hetro and monogamous. Like I'd be having a blast cute moment with Kaidan then it hits me in the face that and I feel sad that all of this could've been missed if I had picked a male shepherd.

Games are evolving tho and that makes me happy. Especially shooter games bc we all know that's where the second most taxic gamers are, first being moba and souls-like games.

I'm happy that Liara is poly but also very shy and nervous around romance, that she admits this is not something she has ever done before. I'm glad Kaidan becomes bi because fuck yeah all the male shepherd deserves their beautiful bromance with him.

With Ashley, she is special. I like strong woman characters who are more aggressive. Like she truly embodies the soldier aspect of soldier while Kaidan feels more like a close friend with time. Ashley is someone who will punch a person if they were making you uncomfortable. She is someone who will march up to the cashier and tell them you asked for no pickles. Ashley would defend you in combat while Kaidan is more of a support.

She is more brash, confrontational. Punch first think later. Very protective and sweet in her own "no bullshit" kind of way.

With Garrus. He is so romantic and such a gentleman, my heart cannot take it. Like yk for a fact he is all starry eyed around you because you are a specter and he wanted to be one before. The way he thanks you all sweetly for letting him join your crew instead of leaving him with the annoying c-sec paperworks job. He is like RE1 Leon before he became jaded.

Tali is everything. Her genuine love for knowledge, for the craft and survival of her colony. She feels like a future ruler but before she became wiser. Tali is still in her wander and wonder phase while she travels the galaxy and gives her best to everything around her. She is earnest and very honest. Which is sad when she is met with suspicion for being too eager to help and study things.

Garrus and Tali would bond so much, shepherd would be the one keeping the both of them in check from forming a mad scientist cult that rescues kittens from trees.

#♡otherfandoms #♡mass effect #damn using your main blog with me already? I'm flattered that you're not ashamed of the smut writer you interact with anymore

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The Ehd-e-wafa post

So I’m watching this drama and it has no community on tumblr so i’m super comfortable sharing my unnecessary thoughts on here!! yay!! anyway, this is basically a bunch of incoherent thought on the characters.

The show centres around 4 high school friends who do not look like highschoolers at all (three of them have perfectly trimmed and grown beards and well made hair and uniforms while they live in a hostel. lol. ya thats totally believable. ispr i freaking trusted you there.) And they have the lamest group name. SSG? Special S Gang????? ISPR I TRUSTED YOU.

There’s Saad, the dude who has mild stalker tendencies and is otherwise largely decent unless brought into a situation packaged with Shazain (aka pls dont do this.) From what I’ve picked on he also probably has mild level daddy issues, and never wants to disappoint the man or his family (a rich military family oh boy). This could explain why he is so drawn to trouble the minute there isn’t a set of eyes on him. The only good set he is a part of so far is with Zoro, the good doggo. They are pure and happy and will die for each other.

Then there is Shazain, the actual piece of shit of the group, is the son of a Punjabi zameendar (land owner) and has faced zero genuine consequences for his actions since forever. this leads him to having more or less no ability to actually calculate or fear the potential risks the group faces. He doesn’t quite understand why anyone else wouldn’t want to do a bad thing (tm) and assumes its because they lack confidence, which is clearly, certainly, not the case. I don’t have any sets for him yet. Will update later.

Next we have Sheheryar, who seems weirdly chill with everything, (oh? the principal is mad? okay. :D). Like, too chill. The first 2 episodes give us little to no context of his potential backgrounds, and he is mostly on sides, supporting Shazain in whatever bullshit they are prepping. But as it turns out, he is the son of a Band master, and judging from his fathers reaction to his expulsion, and their itty bitty talk from the promo, he probably has the most functional and healthy family, even if they’re poor. No sets for him yet, but him and Shariq are basically that one parent trope where one panics over literally everything (Shariq) and the other would rather sleep through the the storm than be bothered (Sheheryar).

Lastly, there’s Shariq (que “~He’s just a poor boy, from a poor family~”  blasting from the radio.) He is exactly that. The first two episodes give us some hints, such as him being the only one who is actually bothered about his studies, and that he is also the only one who panics whenever there is a chance of trouble going too far, but episodes three makes things a tiny bit more clear, and since my urdu hearing skills are like, 3 times worse than my english ones, what i managed to gather is that he’s adopted, his family (adoptive and otherwise) is clearly not well off, and he is going to be having a hard, hard time lol. He is relatively decent, like Saad, but like, minus the money and the stalker tendencies. No sets yet.

I’ll make a post about the ladies next, and maybe, just maybe, do episode reviews so I can look back on them 5 years into the future and still nod fervently at all the salt or be hecking embarrassed lol idk.

#ehd e wafa #taxic friends #screaming into the void

[jazzys-unfiltered-advice]

#podcast #self help #advice #spotfiy #taxic friends #toxic behavior #toxic family #toxic frienship #Spotify

[bloojayoolie]

Alive, Bored, and Cheating: 0 MESSAGE approach to dating? It's like a creaking bed, just cil it already. Just for today, lets substitute thst with an addiction that might never end The recipe of roaring ire thet best friends never taste? A lover and soulmate not the lets go to dinner and hate it scheme youre sick, tired, and bored of reading all of these fictitious proflies by now. These swost talking liars ars as well just get a cat, larger vibrator, and call it a day Probably wondering what happened to all of those truth in advertising lews as they spply to onine dating The truth is thet m writing this profile at my friends wedding,. This was the shove thet pushed me to fluidly penetrate the onine dating warld. He met an awesome lady on here and now I'm curious anough to unlock Where do we begin? The chicken or the ega? The inger tips, hands, and arms? The toes,feet, and ankles? The hair head, neck, and lips? Aristotle defined love as, love is composed of a single soul inhabiting boy. Add a pinch of mischief with chocolate covered whipped cream. Then blend well in a hottub Brutel, amall good and you will never forget how tampting my public and an absolute dirty animal in private. Holding the door open for you while making others jealous of the powerful connection that we have. Your best your spine. I'm teller than you, exercise everyday, and rafuse to shake handa with taxic fakes. I don't tolerate you to swallow. We both know that good guy that you want will never satisfy you. You need that dirty, intense crazy, excitement as much as me. The true life blood of that deep bond is the passion which rarely happens Dictionary's definition of love, "A sexual pession or desire; a love affair: an intensely emorous incident; amour. Maybe now you can see why thet friendship just never goes deap enough. If you don't know what what thay want. Are you haunted enough by the law of here to satisfy and overwhelm that inner driving urge True lightning bolts of fufillment. I just want one that lasts and isntdestructive. You will hate fighting with me becsuse I always win. But you won't be able to get It you do what you've alwaya done you'll get what you've always gotten You already know what doesn't work. Do you really think this time will be diffarent? m as it constantly smashes into the same wall with a different face Im not here to just be another guy to do evil Carpet burn wont go away until you learm to sit on a desk. I bet you would be bored with the marn of your dreams in a yeer from now.I look forwerd to bringing you out of that shel and giving you something real for a change. You won't get over that unta you I beliave a man who can't handle you at your worst, doeant I don't have a "type" which is actually a Imitation in neck that leaves you wondering just what is going to happen next? Thet reminiscent tingle that hits you in the middle of , dream rm extremely open minded. to get it. I want that deep passionate connection that most will never know lat alane undarstand. Anything homicidal manicac. At least the later wouldn't be a bore and would leave me with yet another grest story or the campfire. Well none of us are getting out of life alive so why not experience a new sensation The only Now for the raw down and dirty confession.I dont think cheating and lying is cool. Only fools hookup and cheat other You get what you give Eventually the cool guys past wil haunt them. I prefer to at least b on good terms when it ands. Don't ask me about work I won't brag about what I do and keep it seperate b of it's nature. You can trust me. Iwill keep all of your and stimulate your dresms to life. Even the ones that you can't yet appreciate. י will then expend them and take you to a place where you eurrently cant imagine Thank me later llike food, exotic trips and fest ears. Na I wart add them for you. Im not your free therspist and dont give rets tail about your previous man. I will buy you chocolates when youtre pmsing It you yall at me, I will eat them myaet. Neither of us reapect genuine and reaL I dont like fake nice people who tal me what I want to hear and then stab me in the back Just be real with me and I will respect you. So many Don't use the words can't, but, maybe, try, or idk with under 18, in another country, aspiring actress, have Yes, my profle is long It's designed to scare away certain people and shock your conncience If youre still reading this, take a bite out of the sinful forbiddern face. I'm sure if you run into it faster your results wil be different next time What's the climax of your most intense fantasy? Relax and tell me how badly you really want it.. I promise to pay your investment back with ง massive dividend of interest."Life's either ธ daring Received an "are you real?" message from profile w/no photo. This is what I found.

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#myself #story

[twentyonepilotstrashcan21-blog]

** Used all the TOP songs i have it might not make sense it jumps around soz **

I will Implict Demand For Proof if you say people don't March To The Sea.. I wont sing an Ode To Sleep, we all Ride a different route of life.. Im an Addict With A Pen and believe me when i tell you it isn't a pen its a harpoon. I will build you a House Of Gold in the town of your choice.. Im not Fairly Local because i haven't been around... Im just looking for my Car Radio because someone stole it and i'm tried of being left alone with my thoughts.. Its killing me... Friend, Please help me out if you cant find my Radio then atleast try and fix the Tear In My Heart, Im Semi-Automatic because i have two faces ones blurry and the others not.. Quit telling me " Stay in your Lane Boy" Im a Johnny Boy that looks at the screen and watches the Judge give Oh Ms. Believer the trial of a life time, She has always been on The Run And Go... For some reason she Doubts herself but let me tell you she is further in life than me. I need an Air Catcher or imma be a Goner... I wanna Fake You Out but im faking myself out instead.. I Polarize Guns For Hands and by Polarize i mean i cause them.. Show me where the Trapdoor is i need get out of here... We shouldn't/We Don't Believe Whats On Tv but im starting to believe... I see on the TV screen A Car, A Torch, A Death and Trees on fire yet there is no gasoline on my hands, The Message Man hasn't come yet i wonder if he is ok.. He is normally in my head yapping his head off..A Taxic Cab is outside my house... Its on fire.. and there is a ma screaming.. Before You Start Your Day make sure you are thankful... I normally wanna go outside but... Not Today.. I wanna beome a part of the Isle Of Flightless Birds.. But my HeavyDirtySoul is getting to become to much and is making me Stressed out... Im about to Fall Away but im Holding Onto You, You're giving me a Migraine and i'm starting to see things... Is that The Pantaloon???!! Hear Me Now as i scream " I don't want a sweet or not so sweet Blasphemy said at my funeral" Im about to Drown in my thoughts.. They are choking the life out of me.. They want me in The Hole In The Ground, but if i have to go i wanna be Taken By Sleep so no one has to  blame themselves for my death, I want to know if you even cared. Just like yesterday i wonder the same thing.. It will Never Change and don't try and Prove Me Wrong because you don't have proof.. You always Realize When Its Gone you start to love it the most.. Tonight is the night that you wont be able to Save me I've been Falling Too fast and i cant grab a clift to hang on.. The voice in my head Whispers "Let go".. Im sorry but Where Did We Go Wrong... How did we end up like this? Putting earbuds in our ears... Just to listen to music so we don't feel alone..

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bibo’s unnecessary emotional rambles

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[bloojayoolie]

Alive, Bored, and Cheating: 0 MESSAGE approach to dating? It's like a creaking bed, just cil it already. Just for today, lets substitute thst with an addiction that might never end The recipe of roaring ire thet best friends never taste? A lover and soulmate not the lets go to dinner and hate it scheme youre sick, tired, and bored of reading all of these fictitious proflies by now. These swost talking liars ars as well just get a cat, larger vibrator, and call it a day Probably wondering what happened to all of those truth in advertising lews as they spply to onine dating The truth is thet m writing this profile at my friends wedding,. This was the shove thet pushed me to fluidly penetrate the onine dating warld. He met an awesome lady on here and now I'm curious anough to unlock Where do we begin? The chicken or the ega? The inger tips, hands, and arms? The toes,feet, and ankles? The hair head, neck, and lips? Aristotle defined love as, love is composed of a single soul inhabiting boy. Add a pinch of mischief with chocolate covered whipped cream. Then blend well in a hottub Brutel, amall good and you will never forget how tampting my public and an absolute dirty animal in private. Holding the door open for you while making others jealous of the powerful connection that we have. Your best your spine. I'm teller than you, exercise everyday, and rafuse to shake handa with taxic fakes. I don't tolerate you to swallow. We both know that good guy that you want will never satisfy you. You need that dirty, intense crazy, excitement as much as me. The true life blood of that deep bond is the passion which rarely happens Dictionary's definition of love, "A sexual pession or desire; a love affair: an intensely emorous incident; amour. Maybe now you can see why thet friendship just never goes deap enough. If you don't know what what thay want. Are you haunted enough by the law of here to satisfy and overwhelm that inner driving urge True lightning bolts of fufillment. I just want one that lasts and isntdestructive. You will hate fighting with me becsuse I always win. But you won't be able to get It you do what you've alwaya done you'll get what you've always gotten You already know what doesn't work. Do you really think this time will be diffarent? m as it constantly smashes into the same wall with a different face Im not here to just be another guy to do evil Carpet burn wont go away until you learm to sit on a desk. I bet you would be bored with the marn of your dreams in a yeer from now.I look forwerd to bringing you out of that shel and giving you something real for a change. You won't get over that unta you I beliave a man who can't handle you at your worst, doeant I don't have a "type" which is actually a Imitation in neck that leaves you wondering just what is going to happen next? Thet reminiscent tingle that hits you in the middle of , dream rm extremely open minded. to get it. I want that deep passionate connection that most will never know lat alane undarstand. Anything homicidal manicac. At least the later wouldn't be a bore and would leave me with yet another grest story or the campfire. Well none of us are getting out of life alive so why not experience a new sensation The only Now for the raw down and dirty confession.I dont think cheating and lying is cool. Only fools hookup and cheat other You get what you give Eventually the cool guys past wil haunt them. I prefer to at least b on good terms when it ands. Don't ask me about work I won't brag about what I do and keep it seperate b of it's nature. You can trust me. Iwill keep all of your and stimulate your dresms to life. Even the ones that you can't yet appreciate. י will then expend them and take you to a place where you eurrently cant imagine Thank me later llike food, exotic trips and fest ears. Na I wart add them for you. Im not your free therspist and dont give rets tail about your previous man. I will buy you chocolates when youtre pmsing It you yall at me, I will eat them myaet. Neither of us reapect genuine and reaL I dont like fake nice people who tal me what I want to hear and then stab me in the back Just be real with me and I will respect you. So many Don't use the words can't, but, maybe, try, or idk with under 18, in another country, aspiring actress, have Yes, my profle is long It's designed to scare away certain people and shock your conncience If youre still reading this, take a bite out of the sinful forbiddern face. I'm sure if you run into it faster your results wil be different next time What's the climax of your most intense fantasy? Relax and tell me how badly you really want it.. I promise to pay your investment back with ง massive dividend of interest."Life's either ธ daring Received an "are you real?" message from profile w/no photo. This is what I found.

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Alive #Bored #and Che