Wait what happened to Hermitcraft
Dash what do you mean simulation talk ^^
Wait what happened to Hermitcraft
Dash what do you mean simulation talk ^^
Leif: You. You are the sole reason happiness our is out of reach. You are the bastard who kicks us in the teeth upon our every smile, ensuring that we never laugh again. And for what? For fame? For glory? Your promises empty and your purse full, burning down the trees of bug prosperity and leaving their gardeners in the dust. You take your own broken shards and use them to cut people who are still intact. The hole in our heart is nothing compared to the canyons and craters in your soul. You monster.
Vi: ahh...that's why you didn't want Kabbu to be here. We still can't keep the bedbug though.
Come on, constanza...just a 2 more days since mom said the delivery might come earlier...
FUCK. I CAN'T I NEED THEM....I DON'T WANNA GO TO THE DOCTOR WITHOUT THEM D: I CAN'T SURVIVE ANOTHER NIGHT. EBAY, DELIVERY TRUCK THINGY PLEASE HURRY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
y’know what fuck it ppl with so-called “scary” mental illnesses deserve to live long fulfilling lives and be loved and cared for and my blog will always be a safe space for those in the neurodivergent community, undiagnosed or otherwise, who have these disorders
imagine calling the cops on an 8 yo with a bb gun in butt fuck middle of no where, fuck these old fucks man
Well..i was on tik tok and got a screamer....
Jesus fucking christ i was lucky it wasn't that loud. Guys, be careful if you see a video that claims that a person found dracula's resting place because it's fucking screamer.
My good bitch is visiting
well, today was fucking awful
Casually gets thrown back into some shit memories from a petname /hj
i’m watching Dexter and the “surprise motherfucker” scene just happened and my parents didn’t even chuckle. what is wrong with them
[author’s note] are these even...red camellias? i saw two different types and choose the one I thought was prettier. and I actually hate how this came out but I’ve already rewritten it three times.
— fic for @mid-night-blossoms ’s collab.
Warnings: Dark content, nonconsensual kissing and touching, prohero!Bakugo’s obsessed and doesn’t like the way he feels about the reader, cussing.
Synopsis: Bakugou has more passion for you than he knows what to do with.
Word Count: 0.8k
“Don’t fuckin’ fight me.” He grumbles, warm, thick fingers sliding underneath the hem of your shirt and up your sides. You look down at him with a hazy, half-lidded stare, a shudder shooting up your spine when you find that he’s looking right back at you.
“You’re gonna kiss me.” He snarls, voice low, brimming with promise. “Understand?” His hot breath fans over your face, steam rolling plentiful from his tongue. It chokes you, causing you to turn away and cough violently into your elbow.
Even at a time like this, you manage to remember your manners. Bakugou feels a faint sense of annoyance prodding at him. You’re annoying. He hates you.
You wouldn’t think it any other way. How could you, considering his current, rash behavior? You had already made the mistake of thinking otherwise once, the time in which you had been presented with red camellias.
You worked as a financial advisor at a top hero agency. You saw many things, endured many things. But in all that time, you had never once received a gift or even a simple “thank you.” That changed the day you got the flowers.
At first, you thought it was a secret admirer. You found it endearing, cute. It had been a single red flower. Then, each passing day brought more and more. It got uncomfortable, finding an abnormally large bouquet at your desk day in and day out.
You started to throw them out, calling up HR to deny the gift before it could be given again. But nothing changed. More and more flowers appeared until they filled your miserably small cubicle to the brim. You couldn’t even enter it any more.
Only then had the problem been solved—momentarily, at least. You received notes, thick, scrabbled loops of ink that you couldn’t even read. No flowers, only letters. You quickly trashed them too, but it didn’t help. Then, came the emails and the phone calls.
You had to change your number and create a new email address. Things tumbled down hill rather quickly from there. You were being followed—you knew you were. There’s no doubt about it.
The assailant had been on the larger side too, tall and thick, lurking in the dark. You soon found out their identity, his identity. Stark red eyes—a color that matched the camellias’ hue—and bared teeth.
Unfortunately, you knew who he was. Katsuki Bakugou. The number two hero.
It spooked you. You didn’t have any proof that the flowers came from him, but you thought it had to have been him. You attempted to quit your job the following day, but found that your boss refused—sweating profusely and bargaining a raise.
You even tried not showing up, but your boss promised to take your resignation into account—if, and only if, you came into the office at 8. 8 PM.
You weren’t thinking, hurrying into the dimly lit meeting room in hopes this would be the last time you would have to enter your workplace.
But then, you were ambushed. And it became brutally obvious as to who had been behind this all.
“Don’t wanna!” You grunt, pressing hard against his chest. It’s almost as though you are simply patting him because he doesn’t budge—he doesn’t even show any signs of feeling it. Fear rears its ugly head in the very pit of your stomach, regret weighing heavy on your shoulders as you attempt and fail to push him away.
You shouldn’t have come.
He grabs you by the face, his thick, calloused fingers digging into your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker. You squirm back fruitlessly, unable to escape his grasp. You attempt to turn your head, to deny him your kiss, but he tugs you back just in time for your lips to meet.
It’s scorching, the feel of his skin on yours. It causes you to cry out, a pathetic, pitiful sound. The kiss is no better—it’s all teeth and tongue because you refuse to open your mouth to him. Not that he cares, he grinds his thumb into your jaw until it pops open, and he slips his tongue right in.
He’s despicable. Messily licking and biting at your tongue, using his teeth to tug at it. You can feel it in the way his body tenses under your frantic touch, he’s ready to bite down hard if you pull away. It gets sloppy and sloppier, drool leaking at the corner of your lips and rolling fast down the curve of your chin.
He makes pleased hums, grunting low into your mouth. His muscled arm wound tight around your waist.
And it’s then you realized that you were mistaken. The color of his eyes don’t match the shade of the camellias.
He’s red—not the bright, cheery kind. Rather, the tinted red—the darker shade.
sorry doesn't even look like a fucking word anymore
SHE’S SORRY? OH SHE’S SORRY SHE’S SORRY SHE’S SORRY!!!! SORRY MY ASS
Oh hello sadness my old fiend… ￼
Okay. I love huggy wuggy and i ADORE how the game works. But BITCH i'll never buy a plush of him.
I love him...but i'm terrified of him. He's adorable..but he also scares me to death.
I wanna hug him....but i also wanna kill him okay no but you get the point. ^^'
I don't have anything against huggy. I just don't like the face of the actual plush.
Wait what the fuck why can I like my own posts
People. Are. Assholes.
I don't know how many times I'm gonna say it but I'm gonna start putting my opinion out here.
So one of the people I follow is getting called slurs, and in no way is that ok. If you start to say slurs to ANYONE, you are disgusting. You are worse than the gum under my god damn shoe.
Hate on me all you want. I couldn't give a fuck about your opinion. But if you go towards someone who is of a different race, just because you hate that race and think you are better, especially one of my friends, I couldn't give a fuck about your feelings.
You are fucking below me, and I will make it my fucking mission to call you the fuck out when I find your blog.
Mess with me, or my friends, I WILL make YOUR life MISERABLE on this god forsaken app.
hi so catherine is like dissapeared, gone, possiby dormant. i, stat/static/crow/circut am frontstuck, frontlocked, the whole shabang. gemma and max are helping in the innerworld bcause there was a huge fight. so yea im gonna try and get some out, but no promises. *screams in frustration* also im mostly busy thurs. fri. and sat.
anygays if anyone has name suggestions to add to my name hoard, yes pls. or pronouns, or like anything.
imma try and make a flag for what i identify as
its gonna be fucking awesome