#SOMETHING

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Thelma & Louise (Ridley Scott, 1991)

[blvck-minou]

There's no one like you

[raya-1010]

Forsaken whiteboard doodles

[ingraindd]

Two doodles just so I don't keep those who are interested waiting too long ^_^ featuring babushka gojo + him sharing his scarf with geto. Lowkey I don't like the second one but I love how geto's hair looks.

Prob never gonna get around to actually finishing the mini comic because my mental health is so bum rn but I'll try if at least two people are super mega interested lmk

ALSO PLSSS does anyone have digital art tips I CANT do it for the life of me I only have ibis paint x and a phone and a finger

[kawhh]

So birthday whore thought, getting passed around at the lake house for your birthday, like with Quinn,Jack and Luke and maybe even Trevor and Cole?😏🧐

Doesn’t have to be dark but is okay if it is

Is your birthday today or tomorrow my love? I thought it was the 16th, but if it's today, happy birthday. If it's tomorrow, take this unhinged fuckery early from me. I don't think it's exactly what you wanted, but I um, I went a bit off my head. Giving me permission to make it darker was a choice and I will not take responsibility for what I did with that. I tripled down on the birthday— also no Trevor or Cole honestly just because I'm out of group sex practice and it's a lot of bodies for my brain to keep track of. Warnings: It's dark. But also in a way not as dark. Luke being a shit. Quinn being a bit crazy. Jack doesn't know what permission is. The slightest knife play. Maybe a drop or two of blood. Don't pay attention to the health problems and concerns in any of this. Throat fucking. Food play. Badly written. Cum cake. Fork in you for a second. Knife slicing at your underwear. Cervix mention. Fingers in your mouth alongside cock. Fingers inside you when you're being eaten out. Cockwarming in your mouth. Cake on your face.

Taglist.

The brothers would lull you into a false sense of security at first— keeping it casual, not letting any of their true intentions slip. Loosening you up with their touch, the alcohol racing through your system making you pliable, weakening your morals, eroding the chain locked around your head.

Everything is normal— they're acting like usual. The birthday messages and praise spilling from them, they've even got you a cake— it's just too bad that you won't be eating any of it.

You wouldn't think anything of them wanting to crowd around you while they show you the cake, even when Luke stands a little too close to you, his muscles pushing against your back, his breath heavy and hot against the back of your neck— a personal furnace.

Nothing of the way Quinn stares at you from the opposite side of the table, his grip on the tablecloth harsh, his knuckles white with the tension in his hold. The way he stares at you, watches you. The way he forces eye contact out of you, feeling like he's pulling at your brain, shivers racing up your spine from the barely controlled look in his eyes.

Startled as he reaches for a knife, the weird feeling in your stomach esclating with how comfortable he looks with it in his hand, how confident he is with the blade. The shine catching your eyes, dragging your attention from his eyes to his hands. The veins on his hand, how they wrap around the handle.

A spike of concern as his eyes flick up to Luke's above your head just as he goes to cut the cake, a spark of relief flowing through you when he slices through, until he hesitates. Knife hitting cake board. His eyes flashing right back to focus on you, raising the icing covered knife closer to his mouth, his tongue sliding against the now sweet-tasting steel.

Not hearing the clink of Jack's belt. Your senses blind as Luke pushes against you even further, pushing you past the uncomfortable line as your thighs are squished against the table. Unmovable even when you squirm, as you try and push back against him.

A yelp as you're pushed down into the table, a firm pressure against your lower back, the noise of Jack's belt hitting the floor finally registering, the noise echoing through the tense atmosphere.

"Thought you needed a better look at the cake, angel." His hand easily restraining you, your head narrowly missing the cake. Taking advantage of you the minute you turn your head to look at him shock, your mouth open just enough for him to force himself into your mouth.

Gagging on the sudden invasion, his cock head brutally exploring your mouth— you can feel the precum against your cheeks, the ridge of his head against your tongue as he uses you, his pace fast from the start.

Quinn passing the knife over to Luke before he reaches for your face, tilting you even further for Jack, his touch soft and gentle against your cheek, his thumb tracing your stretched lips, paying no attention to Jack fucking your throat like a machine, a man possessed.

A sting against your thigh, a slice from behind— the lost knife— wielded by the youngest. The blood trailing down your leg, the knife cutting your underwear off you, exposing you to the cold air, his clothed cock pushing against your cunt.

You think Quinn might be insane— his free hand consuming the cake with a fork, his other still on your face, pushing his thumb slightly in your mouth to join Jack's cock. Seemingly finding amusement from the pain of the stretch, of the knife. His tongue tracing the cake crumbs on the fork.

His hand patting your cheek as you feel Luke's cock pushing against you, his hands on your hips to pin you in place, both for him and for Jack who's slowed his pace, wanting to enjoy every second of you being ruined.

A sharp exhale, a broken whimper leaving your mouth like a wounded animal as Luke pushes through into you, the pressure unrelenting. He wants in your cunt. There's no other option.

The stretch of his head pushing into you matching that of Jack's cock in your mouth, spikes of pleasure when he pushes through your walls, bumping into every little spot inside of you. His balls against your bloodied body as he bottoms out, angling his cock the best he can to bully the spongy spot inside of your tight, wet little body.

Dragging muffled moans out of you, the sound almost silenced with all of the cock and fingers in your mouth. His thrusts rough, slamming into your body with enough force to push you further up the table, drool from your mouth painting the tablecloth. Icing on your face, in your hair, on your lips.

Quinn can't resist pushing it in your mouth, sliding the cake crumbs and icing in beside Jack's cock.

"Only right that you get to taste the cake, sweetheart."

He's actually laughing at your panic as Luke speeds up— he's almost bruising your cervix with the power behind his thrusts, his need and want to be as far inside you as he can get. Groans escaping his mouth.

"Such a fucking tight birthday girl. Such a good pussy f'me."

They're in sync when they lose themselves in you, their cock's throbbing in your mouth and cunt at the same time, broken little jerks into your mouth as they're pushed over the limit, painting your walls with their cum.

You don't even get a break, a moment to breathe, a second to process. Luke taking Jack's place, his softening cock filling the void in your mouth, resting heavy against your tongue. His hand playing with his balls, cupping them and rolling them like he's getting ready for round two with you.

A growing concern as you're pushed further up the table, your body fully supported by the table and smushed cake. A tongue lapping at the blood on your leg, another tongue licking a fat stripe next to your cunt.

They're down there. Both of them. Their heads fighting for dominance, pushing each other out of the way when they need more access. Their hair tickling your ass, making you squirm and jump.

You can feel the cum making it's way out of you, your eyes wide when Quinn reaches for his second favourite treat— the cake.

He wouldn't... he wouldn't... would he?

The sudden metal makes you tense up, the prongs of the fork pushing into your cunt. A fucked up weird feeling as he forces cake into you, lapping at your skin.

"Birthday girl gotta have her cake— you've barely had any."

Quinn's burying his nose and tongue inside you the minute he's done with the fork, chasing the now cum covered cake inside of you, on a war path to get his first real taste of you of the night. He's been patient; he's waiting for his turn. But now it's time for him to enjoy you, to celebrate your birthday inside of you.

His pace lesuirely, unbothered by Jack sliding his fingers in with him, playing with the cake, laughing at your pathetic little embarrassed whine at how they're bullying you, using you.

They'll keep you air tight all night until you pass out, taking their time with you— you have a lot of cake to go through.

[teaboot]

Any tips for being a suicidal 15 year old?

When I was a suicidal 15 year old everyone told me “it gets better”, and it sounded like bullshit. And frankly, it still sounds like bullshit. Like oh, what, I’m living in hell and you’re not gonna help me or *do* anything or give me any useful advice and I’m supposed to just hang in there on the nebulous, pithy promise that things are just gonna work out on their own? And you can’t tell me how or why, I’m just supposed to take it on the faith that I don’t have that something might change in ways I haven’t considered?

But yeah. It does. And it’s frustrating as hell.

Yes, things are gonna get better, and they’re gonna get better in ways I can’t describe even after experiencing it myself. Things you don’t even know CAN be different WILL be different. One day you’re just going to step outside and realize things got better somewhere and you didn’t even notice it happening.

And there’s really nothing I can say that makes that sound even a little bit believable.

I guess all I can tell you is that you have to want to believe it.

[thegoodavocado]

Still. It must suck seeing everyone around you die, knowing nothing you can do will help them. That's.. Really depressing.

You’re a pretty handsome fellow.

-🎸

Oh?

May I ask who's speaking? Thank you regardless.

[cassiebones]

okay, but the tears in her eyes? the quiver of her chin? that proud look she gives him?

billy may be the child of her ex-nemesis, but agatha is still so happy to see him. he's a survivor. like her.

[sobertwobit]

wilson is the head of oncology but house gives head to the oncologist

[cupcakemyducktape]

Hi i make comics in my freetime

[pebbles-rock0hawk]

It's been a long time since I drew briget so yeah here's bisket after like a year of not posting,

Also thanks for 200 followers, and happy pride month I think

Also I got so many drawings I might post alot lately 😬

[chemistfail]

stellar's jay, a bird pending a better name. Still trying manifest "Boreal Jay"

[raya-1010]

Rock lobster

Original image:

[cmarlex-art]

Oyasumi 🌻

[idrankhydrochloricacid]

"Your best fear" Photoshop something

[omori x undertale]

idea from @crucianissue