GUYS NO NO GUYS THE OPENING OF MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED IS EIGHT THE FUCKING WILBUR SONG THIS IS PATHETIC HELP
GUYS NO NO GUYS THE OPENING OF MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED IS EIGHT THE FUCKING WILBUR SONG THIS IS PATHETIC HELP
i'm so confused how is dream smp a fucking music genre
my top artist was crywank fuck me i'm sad
Doodle Dump + Design Ideas
guess who added another fucking bnha character to their kin list
Day 1 - A Partridge in a Pear Tree
tied to a tree | given as a gift | putting up the tree
CW: brief mention of blood, bruises, swearing
Hero stretched as the screen door swung closed behind him, breathing in the crisp autumn air with a smile as relaxed as he felt. It was nearly dark out, but he’d wanted to get a short walk in before the food was ready - every moment spent out in nature instead of the concrete jungle that was his home every other day of the year gave him the strength to keep doing what he was doing for his city.
He’d just taken a few steps towards the treeline when something there made him freeze. Hero narrowed his eyes in disbelief before moving again, anger fueling his steps as he was able to confirm just who it was that he saw there.
“Villain,” he called out, indignant. “What the hell are you doing here, we had an agreement -” Hero froze again when he was just a couple of yards away from the man knelt on the ground with his back against a tree. He’d thought that the bright colors he’d noticed from a distance were just a part of Villain’s ensemble; he could see, now, the horrifying truth, and was briefly gripped with shock.
Villain had been...gift wrapped.
It was the closest Hero could come to describing the scene before him. Rolls of sickeningly festive paper had been wrapped with duct tape around Villain’s arms, which were pulled back and around the tree behind where he was kneeling, tied together with bright yellow ribbon. Scraps of paper had also been plastered over seemingly random spots on his bare shoulders, chest, and torso, though the glistening lines of red leaking from underneath those scraps would suggest they’d been used as mock bandages. A long, continuous strand of thin ribbon wound around Villain’s entire body, overlapping in places, biting criss-crosses into the pale, bruised skin.
Villain’s head hung loosely to one side, his usually meticulously gelled hair fallen loose and disheveled over his face. Hero could just see the strips of wrapping paper that covered his eyes and mouth.
The initial horror had warped into a disgusted fury at the whole twisted display, and Hero rushed forward to remove the offending scraps of paper from his nemesis’ abused face.
“God, Villain, are you alright?” Stupid question. “Hey, can you hear me? C’mon, Villain, wake up, look at me. C’mon.” Hero lightly tapped the side of Villain’s face after thankfully finding a pulse.
As Villain stirred awake, Hero began to untie him from the tree and undo some of the other bindings.
“Hero…” Villain rasped, his bleary gaze half-heartedly following his enemy’s hurried movements. He cleared his throat and attempted to straighten, halting shortly after with a hiss and a curse. “Thought I was gonna be here all night.”
“Who did this?” Hero ground out in a dangerous tone, waving the bloodied, crumpled wrapping paper in front of him. “Who the fuck is capable of doing this?”
Villain looked at him for a moment, and Hero was startled to notice a faint, knowing sadness just past his carefully blank façade. Villain’s gaze then flitted down to where the scrap of paper that had covered his eyes lay on the ground, and gave a small, wry smile.
“I tried to tell them you wouldn’t appreciate their generosity.” He shrugged a shoulder, wincing at the unwise movement. “Got you a coffee mug, myself. One of those gag ones, you know - but still, practical enough.”
Hero furrowed his brows at the topic of Villain’s attempted nonchalant rambling and glanced at the same paper Villain had. Dark understanding dawned on his face at the cheerful words written there.
Happy birthday, Hero! Got you something you’ve always wanted but could never quite get your hands on.
Helpfully yours, Vigilante~
Dude, I get that most Sanders sides fans are excited about the orange side or if they're still processing "Flirting with social anxiety," (like I am), they're probably screaming about the prinxiety of it all (so am I) BUT can we talk about NICO FLORES. Dude, I would kill and die for this guy if he asked me to. So yeah, Nico Flores appreciation time, bitches.
so lightheaded you cant walk struahigt or think check!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! me! sure wish my body was normalll!!!!!!!! FUCK
whates worse is that it started on the bus ride to school so i did nt brink my cane. KILEL me /nsrs im in a betterr place mentally i jsut hate not beign abel to funcktin or moveright
srry about thw typos i do tnot have the energy to fix them andf my fingers are numbs so i will do it later or i will forget i wrote this
Me and my friend were talking about randy crocodile and they were like 'wait i have an idea' AND SENT ME THIS!
Its perfect and so cursed. they told me to show it here.
*the first time Eddie introduced Venom to Dan*
Eddie: I’m 80% awesome 20% water and 100% handsome.
Dan: That’s 200%.
Eddie: I’m twice the man you’ll ever be.
Venom, sticking out of his shoulder: Hi.
Dan: What the FUCK.
Dan: Eddie, please calm down.
Eddie: I asked for two large fries!
Eddie: *dumps fries onto table*
Eddie: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!
Eddie: Where are my fucking keys?
Venom: Eddie, Sonny and Cher are around, can you say it a little nicer?
Eddie: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!
uhh do you think hanami would fuck a lowly human like me?
me: i hate school, fuck school, i don’t care about that shit
also me: *continues trying so ducking hard in school and cries if teachers say they are not happy with my work*
Btw if that art wasn’t cannon I’m killing myself ^_^
god i fucking hate this, i wish my father would stop fucking mansplaining and infantilizing my mother. he patronizes her anytime they fucking argue and it pisses me off. yes, she has hearing problems, does not mean you need to mock her and ‘speak. like. this. the. entire. time.’ i get that he has aspd / low empathy , and this might be a little insensitive to say and im sorry -- but holy fuck , you have gone to therapy and all this other shit , how do you not understand what your own WIFE is feeling right in front of you????? how do you not understand how your fucking words hurt your own CHILDREN let alone your wife. stop referring to your wife as her actual name the entire time to belittle her, shut the fuck up. acting all high and mighty the entire time makes you look like a damn clown -- emotionally manipulating us? we can tell, and it makes you look like a clown. “do you just want me to give up?” , “im at my wits end, i dont know what to do with you” holy fuck, just shut up for once and listen to yourself PLEASE. god, it is so fucking taxing to listen to this half the time and im not even involved. im tired. im so fucking tired.
ok so theres a cop car at our apartment complex okay? so we pull in, park and get out. theres this fuckin lady out here yelling at the cop car, about "come and arrest me motherfuckers!" to an empty car (i think, but i don't know), and at people putting up christmas decorations-
mom hands me her keys, tells me to head upstairs with kingston. mom goes to check the mail, and is going to leave. so she checks to make sure no cars are coming either direction.
psycho lady sees my mother looking around, and runs up to her YELLING, "Are you afraid of me?! Stand your ground, bitch!"
I end up stopping and being afraid for this ladies life because my mother is not someone you fuck with. ma turns to her and says, "I'm just walking home." and keeps walking while this lady runs past her into traffic.
the cops legit had to close the road cause she's threatening drivers who stopped at the stop sign. they got her in cuffs after a few minutes where she then tried to run then fight them, and got face planted onto the ground and dragged into the cop car by 2 cops.
all while a group of teens are watching this shitshow go down in front of them from the opposite end of the street and we can see it from our apartment.
mom thinks she was/is either on drugs or having a mental break, both of which sound pretty plausible to me.
this all happened within 20 minutes of being home. what the hell.
god i hate it here.
crazy in love; r.b
regulus black x fem!reader
summary: you stand up for regulus in front of his family
tw: fighting, cursing
a/n: omg this was my first request so to the lovely anon that requested this and everyone else, i hope you like this!!!
“i am so glad you could join us y/n” the black woman said with an eerie smile.
against regulus wishes, you had agreed to go to dinner to meet his parents and in that instant, you were very much regretting it.
“it’s my pleasure mrs black” you smiled back, trying your hardest to not do anything you might regret later.
“nonsense, it’s truly our pleasure. i am so glad that regulus finally found himself a good pureblood girlfriend, i was beginning to think he would turn out like that traitor brother of his”
regulus and you both clearly tensed at the mention of sirius. you saw his face become stern while his fist clenched around his glass. you placed a hand over his balled fist, trying your best to calm him down as the snickers and comments from the black parents continued.
“regulus” you suddenly heard orion say “i got a letter from your cousin narcissa telling me that you were becoming quite proficient in quidditch, is that right?”
regulus turned to look at his father with a cold expression “yes father, they named me captain of the slytherin quidditch team”
orion scoffed in disappointment “i told you regulus, you can't be wasting your time on bloody quidditch, the dark lord must be your priority, not flying around on a bloody broom.’
walburga then chipped in with her own comment “yes regulus, now don’t disappoint us. you’ve always been such a weak little boy anyway, why waste your time with quidditch and such vulgar things”
regulus remained silent and stoic at all times but you could still see how it hurt him. he had worked countless hours to become quidditch captain and the day that he found out that he got it he was over the moon with happiness. you had never seen him smile as brightly as that day, and you couldn’t let his parents take that away from him too.
“oh shut up” you hollered to everyone’s shock
“watch your mouth young lady, i will not tolerate such blatant disrespect from anyone against the house of black” walburga shouted back
“oh black shmack, i tried to be civil but honestly fuck you, you absolute fucking retrograde, incestuous, close-minded bastards.”
walburga and orion both gasped in terror while regulus slightly choked on his drink.
“regulus is a dam amazing quidditch player, the best even if i dare to say and honestly fuck your blood supremacy and dark lord shit, fuck all of that. if regulus wants to do quidditch then so be it, if he wants to be a bloody unicorn so be it, and don’t you ever dare try to stop him from being who he is.”
with that, you stood up in a blind rage and grabbed regulus’s hand as you began to drag him out of the house.
“give us our son back, you blood traitor!” walburga hollered
“you are no mother walburger!” you screamed back at her “shut the fuck up and don’t expect regulus to be back anytime soon!”
with that you left grimmauld place, slamming the door behind you and swiftly apparating both of you to the potter manor.
euphemia had gotten you both settled in while muttering curses to the black woman and expressing how grateful that finally, both black boys were in the safety of your home. you had been silent for hours, now sitting on the couch in the living room while drinking hot cocoa, james and sirius were yet to arrive from a little trip they had taken to visit remus.
suddenly as you sat in silence, it dawned on you what you had done and what you had said. your eyes comically widened in shock as you interiorized anything. you turned your head round to look at regulus who was suppressing a grin.
“oh my god, reg, i am so sorry, omg i-” with that he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before letting go of his mug and kneeling on the floor in front of you.
“y/n potter, you are insane. but i wouldn't have it any other way, my love. i love you almost as much as i love quidditch” you gasped in mock offense “okay fine, i love you more than potions and bloody quidditch and even classic literature and everything in this world, i love you y/n”
“well mr black you are in luck because i just happen to love you too”
he was finally happy. he was happy with you, and all of your crazy courage and heart of gold. after all, there was one other thing that regulus was aside from happy and free in that moment, it was crazy in love.
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centaurworld season two comes out december 7 we have like 8 days. 8 fucking days omg