im being emo about dinosaurs again

YES!!! YES!!!!!

im back on my bullshit (errorink best friendisms)

Chad taking Robert to a gay bar for fun. Mostly for him cause he wants to see the straight boy squirm.

Only Robert’s dominating the place. He’s already got three numbers (including the bar mans), he’s caught up with two exs he left on good terms with, had a chat with a lesbian couple he use to live next to and take shifts walking their dogs, has two lipstick marks on his cheek and neck from the drag queens and is currently sandwich between two oiled up men who are grinding on him like it’s their job.

Meanwhile, Chad’s sat at the bar, sipping his drink while angrily staring at him being all flirty and smiley. Not because he’s out gaying him, but because his gaydar is so fucking off he’s worried he might be dying.

You know bisexuals exist, right?

Fuck off Alice

Demi sexuals, pan sexuals, omni sexuals

I will glass you

I like the idea of Robert teaching Chad how to knit too, although Chad is hilariously bad at it (but he’s probably very good at painting and drawing, he makes his own charcoal).

They just sit together and do arts and crafts like old ladies. It really helps with Chad’s anxieties.

Flambert 🔥 edit cause their the best couple in the game and dispatch queerbaited us

Happy Women’s History Month from us at VoxTek!

You know her, you love her, she needs no introduction. VoxTek wouldn’t be the same without the leadership and creative direction of Social Media Overlord and fashion icon Velvette. If you somehow haven’t already celebrated her this month, please take this time to grovel accordingly.

Oh yeah, and a happy Women’s History Month to all VoxTek employees too or whatever. Don’t expect any time off.

VoxTek: Trust Us With Your Feminism.

Val only fucks 10‘s… and Vox🩷

cishet couples looking for a third are generally annoying. transbian couples looking for a third are some of the most wonderful people on earth and i would like to be adopted by one.

me’s good. i started playing magic the gathering

Awesome! Wanna tell me about how it’s going? 👀

no im going to bed but here’s my moxfield profile:

callalily

dick’s apartment has a never ending tim infestation

ALT

ALT

sometimes there’s more

You were the first doctor to sell your soul to a demon in order to be able to summon them into your patients for diagnostic reasons. Now you’re dead, you’re trying to work out why you’re both in paradise rather than eternal torment.

I couldn’t help but stand there, blinking down at my hands in utter befuddlement, before looking out at the gorgeous yet simple home I stood before and the rolling hills of green grass and wildflowers all around me, before finally turning my head to look at the being I knew instinctively was the one I’d sold my soul too. He still owned me. I could feel it. But, some how, he didn’t feel the same. He stood there, his expression one of shock and disbelief, as he stares down at his own hands. I realize as I look at him, he’s very much on the verge of a panic attack. I walk around in front of him, carefully taking his hands in mine, breathing his name he’d given me to call him, softly to catch his attention without sending him into a spiral.

“Look at me. You’re alright. I don’t know what happened, but I’m willing to take a guess.”

His head lifts, eyes meeting mine as golden tears trickle down his cheeks as he rasps out, “I thought I’d be banished for eternity. But… You saved me. All with a plea to help you heal others.”

I chuckle soft and fond, cupping his cheek in one hand, murmuring, “You’re the one who agreed to it. You’re the one who made the choice to take claim of my soul in exchange for allowing me to summon you to help my life’s work. You’ve proven yourself to him again.”

He begins to sob. I never thought I’d ever get to see something as miraculous and as gorgeous as a demon turned angel, crying out in bawling sobs their relief at being allowed access to Paradise again. I hold him as he cries, knowing I’d be there for him, for eternity, just as he’s been there for me in my years of life.

We would never be alone or abandoned ever again. All because we’d made a deal of my soul for his help.

How the fuck did he manage to finish the game so soon!?!?!?

I literally did nothing but play this game for 3 days straight and put in over 35 hours.

I was OBSESSED

I wasn’t gonna talk about it but one of my parents died the other day and the weirdest part has been not talking about it, specifically because they sucked and I kind of don’t care and that’s not a very hashtag relateable thing to bring up around the office so I’m just walking around at work rn like “nah not much going on hbu”

As a “dark humour is my coping mechanism” person I would describe this feeling as “children’s birthday clown with a flashbang grenade” and I gotta say, the deeply fucked up power is intoxicating

Man with the power to end any conversation

I saw this on Reddit and fucking cackled.

secular Jew here can anyone explain the funny?

“Shehechiyanu vekiyemanu vehegi'anu la'zman ha'zeh” translates to: “that we lived, existed and arrived at this time”

The blessing is said for eating things for the first time, or for the first time in over a year.

(I do wonder what were you expecting)

I’m trying to make this the only post in my queue

been having health issues, in a foul mood, I DEMAND YOU TELL ME A STORY whilst i languish in bed like a sickly victorian lord wasting away from consumption (as my stoic but broad-shouldered valet gently wipes the sweat from my trembling brow)

i used to work at a Dollar General, and whenever we had stuff going on clearance we’d break out this long plastic table and set it up by the door. it was set up in such a way that a lot of people missed it walking in but took a little peek at it as they walked out. during one such clearance event a couple of elderly women came through my line to be checked out, as i’m bagging their items one of them noticed the clearance table. she was three apples tall and wearing a little floral dress and made the cutest little old lady sound when she saw the sale, “oooh ho ho! don’t mind if i do,” she said as she ambled over to the table, leaving her partner in groceries there to finish checking out. the woman in front of me was taller, and looked like she was strong all her life and could still probably throw down if she wanted. she watched her floral counterpart wander to the clearance table and said, “just can’t take her anywhere,” wholly exasperated, and then added, “but i do. she’s my best friend, you know.” and because small talk is part of the customer service gig, i asked if they’d been friends for a while, to which she replied, “we’ve been living together for thirty years.” she was still watching her friend at the table while i bagged her stuff, and at this point she was smiling, reminiscing, i guess, “there isn’t anyone i’d rather spend the rest of my life with,” she said, “i’m so glad i got rid of my husband.” and i was only half invested in this conversation since i was still scanning and bagging items, but that had me absolutely locked in. out of curiosity, i asked if she was divorced. singular beat of silence. “no.” which had its implications, so i simply noted that it was probably a good riddance, and she happily agreed. she never outright admitted anything to me, of course, but yeah. that’s the story of the elder lesbian who came to my store and admitted to the probable murder of her husband so she could live with her girlfriend.

wow. that’s a good post. in order to appreciate the post I will scroll up slightly to ensure I am reading the entire thing. ah, it would seem that my tumblr feed has refreshed, and the post is now gone forever. one should never get too attached

ink: diamine firestorm

My Tumblr may be going inactive soon, if so it has been fun

Nevermind I locked in

My Tumblr may be going inactive soon, if so it has been fun

I really can’t believe I’ve been on this hell site for 8 years

Impart me in your wisdom of ancient times

one time there was a tumblr user with the url “pizza” and she would just comment on any text post about pizza saying “omg that’s me” and then we found out she had an entire tag dedicated to saying the n word

One time somebody paid $750 for the url ‘hi’ and got deleted in less than a year for promoting weight loss scams

There’s always been something deeply wrong with this place.

too much to document, but god damn we can try

Seeing that this was from 2019 is like how ancient Egypt had people who studied even more ancient versions of Egypt.

@hellsite-hall-of-fame what say you?

Hot Heads

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mpd3Uns

by neolnell

Kirishima doesn’t typically hate anyone.

Not until he met Bakugo.

Both hot-headed boys on the edge of expulsion.

They got to figure out how to get along before their assess are kicked out.

Words: 1713, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Iida Tenya, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Ojiro Mashirao, Kaminari Denki, Kyoka Jiro, Koda Koji, Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Tokoyami Fumikage

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: AU-highschool, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, KiriBaku Week, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Past Bullying, Anger Management, Past Trauma, Past Violence, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Romance, Teen Angst, Teen Romance, A little oc, Alternate Universe - High School, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst and Tragedy

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mpd3Uns

unfortunately I can see why you freaks ship bakugo and midoriya after watching him say ‘kill yourself’ in the first episode 💀

LET IT HURT AGAIN

Author: kingofyearning

Summary: “Giving special treatment to everyone means that no one is really special to you.”

Katsuki remembers exactly how his voice sounded—steady. Convincing. Like he hadn’t just split himself open wide. Like he hadn’t already decided this was how it had to end.

But wanting Izuku was never something he could outrun.

—

Bakugo Katsuki made a choice.

He stepped back because he believed love meant giving Izuku the life he deserved, even if it meant walking away from the place he wanted to stand most.

Info: 17k | Teen | Post Ch. 431 | Angst with a Happy Ending | BKDK

Notes: My first fic! A character study on how I feel Katsuki felt after being rejected by Izuku. A bit of despair, a lot more yearning, and one big fat misunderstanding. Be gentle with me. -KoY

Sneak Peek: It takes exactly thirteen minutes for their eyes to lock the first time. Katsuki is loathe to admit that his breath catches in his throat, feels his soul drift away to the other side of the room. 

Izuku looks like he has something lodged behind his teeth, palm slightly raised like he wants to reach out. Just like that day in the war, Katsuki swallows and looks away first. 

Not avoidance. 

Control. 

Sero notices everything. 

“Okay,” he mutters under his breath, sliding into Katsuki’s space with a grin that means trouble. Kirishima glances at the two of them with concern, but is quickly pulled back into conversation with Mina and some other hero. “So we’re just doing the slow burn eye contact thing? That’s where we’re at now?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes as he turns his shoulders towards him, eyes never straying too far from Izuku. He grunts out sharply, “Shut up.” 

I’ve lost like, 10 followers partially over saying kids cannot consent.

Good. I don’t want your predatory ass here.

I also think part of that was because I expressed my identity as alterhuman, considering I got called delusional and other ableist slurs over that.

Like, okay??? Even if my identity as being non-human IS a delusion, why does it matter? I’m schizoaffective. Just say you’re saneist and ableist.

So, good riddance predators, saneists, and y'all who have alterhumisia in your hearts. (Alterhumisia is the hatred of kinfolk)

-THE Angel Dust <33333

Congrats, if you’re still here, you’re the coolest and not lame.

Its crazy to me how many predators will out them selves at the first given opportunity.

I literally love all of you, but as a Tumblr veteran, Tumblr’s main feature is the reblog feature. It is the beating heart of the dashboard and the foundation for a chronological timeline. The For You page here should not be your default setting.

You guys have got to start reblogging stuff you enjoy, especially, specifically gifs and fan art but also fics and fan theories or even hot takes if you’re not afraid of a lil discourse. I’m tired of being the first or third reblog for a person’s post and then seeing my blog’s followers do nothing but hit like, while blogs sit there with no new posts in months or years!

Reblog more stuff please. Thank you, have a good day.

You’re not even going to reblog this post are you 🫩

if we’re mutuals, and I don’t care whether we’ve been mutuals for twelve (12) minutes or three (3) years, you can send me a message any time about any thing. family life is shit? bitch, tell me about it and even if I can’t help, I can listen. struggling with mental illness and feel like you can’t talk to anyone? talk to me. literally. you always can. saw a cute cat? SEND THAT BITCH MY WAY

To Hate a Word (dpxdc DeadSerious)

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Danny has never hated a word before. He’s hated a lot of things in his life: Vlad, The GIW, the way artafical sweetener tastes. But a word? Seems kinda dumb.

And yet, there is one word he hates. A word that if Danny had the power to, he would blot out of existence.

Because every time this word comes up, every time it’s uttered -be it in lighthearted jest or in insult- it makes his boyfriend’s eyes go a little hollow. Makes his shoulders tense, just the slightest bit.

Demon.

Danny has never hated a word so much in his undead life.

No one else seemed to notice that this word bothered Damian. His family and friends have been calling him some iteration of the word since he arrived at the manor. To most of them it feels like an inside joke they have with Damian, a fond shared rememberance of the past.

But to Damian, that word is a reminder of everything he hates about himself. Everything he wished he could eradicate about who he is, and how he was raised. It’s a reminder that no matter how hard he tries -to be better, be good- he will never be anything more than a monsterous creature pretending to be human.

It was the hatred of this word that led Danny to doing something that he he still considers to be his crowning achivement to this day.

Damian is a simple man, he’s not overly flowery with his words or petnames. When he wants to get Danny’s attantion, he calls his name. If he wants to be affectionate, he tells Danny that he’s kind, or beautiful or strong. When he’s angry or annoyed he calls him “Daniel”.

Danny, on the other hand, loves petnames. He’s called Damian almost every petname under the sun. : Baby, honey, Darling, Love, Babypop, sugerplum, cuddly muffin cakes, the list goes on.

But there is one name he’s never called Damian. A petname that was actually pretty common, Danny just hadn’t gotten to it yet.

And so one bright morning Danny strut his way into Wayne Manor and looked at his boyfriend with a wide smile and said, “Hey, Angel.”

And watched transfixed, as his sturn and serious boyfriend stared at him with wide eyes… and blushed as red as a fire engine.

DeadSerious prompt:

So, Scarecrow attacks Gotham Academy for some reason. All the kids are scared and Damian is angry and frustrated that he can’t do anything to help without risking his identity.

As the chaos is unfolding, in stumbles a half asleep Danny (new kid at school) with a coffee in his hand and no spacial awareness. He just strolls right into the middle of what’s happening without even opening his eyes. Just trying to make it to class before the bell rings.

Scarecrow, obviously annoyed, grabs Danny and tries to get him to stop.

Danny grabs the guy’s arm so hard you can hear his bones creak and judo slams him into the ground, eyes still closed and coffee still in hand. He tilts his head back in a giant and excessively loud yawn and looks down to squint at Scarecrow.

“Dude, Halloween isn’t for another six months. What’s with the costume?”

Everyone looks on him horrified fascination as Danny decides not to wait for an answer to his question, and instead lumbers off. Still half asleep and trying to get to a class that is most definitely canceled.

And Damian, is left standing amongst the crowd wondering if he can convince his family that 16 is old enough to get married.