#im puking violently

[yeeterskeeter05]

OH HE LOVES THAT BOY BAD

everytime i see heart eyes howell in the wild i feel like i’ve sustained a gunshot to the chest bc you can immediately see ‘oh he Loves that boy’

[princeowlpuppy]

HI MY STINKIES

(base by min.ble)

[byorkewkew]

[dr-gl0rbiez]

help

nevk and forehead feel slightly warmer than usual

butt i cant cool myself down wigh my hands causw i will gag

[silverflsh]

um hello. i just got a pop up ad for constipation meds out of nowhere ?????? i hadnt even scrolled past it yet so it couldnt have even been one of those weirdly sensitive ones ??

[fishpea]

I’m throwing up currently

[atheenee]

made mistake at work. time to die

[pkbeamgamma]

just vacuumed swept and mopped the whole level i better not see a fucking mess anywhere tomorrow i better not see clouds of pet hair anywhere

[famewolf]

wooaghh I made a mechanic appointment and I'm totally normal about it

[romansasheart]

i cant stop laughing at the part of sotr when president snow just starts fucking dying and asks for milk

like as in this guy is in a sweaty, violent coughing fit, pukes into a fountain, starts bleeding out of his mouth, so haymitch goes to the milk, drinks all of it, then lies that there wasnt any

and plutarch knows he did it but he blames his servants anyway IM FUCKIGN CAKCLING

[newscarsting]

ophm tioh JIODLFI JKLDGF NJ, HU L;RYHIUJKASE UFIJKASEUILREJK IOBNKLM,SG BLUE LAS FOESRE IBODGKLRSID OKLGEG IDFK

Yeah i guess ill post this here too

[idk-whatimdoinghere123]

Emeto Story

TW:emeto

If u dont like it dont read it

i just need to get this off my chest before i explode from excitement so my bf and I were lying on the couch watching movies and stuff, his head is on my lap. He was munching on snacks for a while but then he starts shifting uncomfortably so I just rub his shoulder a bit. Then this man starts burping quietly and sits up and leans over. I ask him whats wrong(0bviously getting excited) he says that his stomach feels weird and feels like hes abt to throw up. Now he doesnt know im into this kinda stuff but when he gets sick he gets RLLY sick and has trouble bringing anything up so he looks at me with these pleading eyes and asks me for help. So we walk over to the toilet and hang out there for a bit and when nothing does come up he starts like violently burping into the toilet. without thinking I asked him if i could put my fingers in his mouth, he does look at me for a bit but he nods in defeat. WHEN I TELL U THIS IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE DONE. so i reach into his mouth which is hot and sticky and he gags right after i insert them in. I put them deeper until he lets out a wet gag and i feel liquid hitting my fingers so i pull them out. That ends up bringing up like three waves of chunky puke. my poor baby was so exhausted after that he just slowly slumped on my chest. After a while his belly started making noises but we got cleaned up and i led him to bed and then i just started rubbing his belly and stroking his hair until he fell asleep. my poor boy is still asleep but hopefully he feels better soon.

[thecosmosdefys]

Nightmares With Simon

Pairings: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Gn ! Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, Violence, Cussing, Major Character Death (In the nightmare), Blood, Gore(ish), Puke Mentions, Panic Attack

Synopsis: You have a nightmare about Simon dying in front of you and he wakes you up and comforts you

After about an hour of sitting absolutely still you ended up falling asleep in Simon's arms.. Or so you thought. You were awoken in a different room, and Simon was gone. Almost instantly you threw your hands over your ears as the loud noises of gunshots rang through the small place. In a panic you flew up and all you could think about was to find Simon and escape. As soon as you left the room you saw so much chaos… yet no one reacted to you. Almost as if you weren’t there. Everything seemed to go in slow motion for a bit and it didn’t hit you that you were a part of a dream, nor that you couldn’t be seen or heard. You jumped from one room to the next desperately trying to find Simon but with no luck. Memory of how you got here seemed to have completely been lost to you. You had no idea where you were, where Simon was, or how the fuck you even got here to begin with. Nothing made sense.

All of the sudden as you were hiding in a room you saw what seemed to be a flash of your Husband’s mask. “Simon!! I'm right here!! Simon!!” You screamed until your vocal chords felt like they were going to snap. He… ignored you. Your chest burned and you dashed out of the room like a mad man only to watch in slow motion as several bullets made contact with his body. You screamed his name out and right as the blood and flesh splattered on your body.. You felt a cold splash.

With a scream you flew up out of bed almost knocking a very terrified looking Simon down with you. His hands gripped your shoulders firmly and he was trying to speak to you but all of his words seemed to come out like a blur, you couldn’t hear him. You felt your stomach begin to gurgle and the remains of your dinner began to come up. You threw him off you and ran to the bathroom barely making it in time to vomit into the toilet bowl. Your hearing was ringing, the lights hurt, your stomach hurt, everything hurt.

You nearly jumped out of your skin whenever Simon came up behind you and held your hair back for you. In between vomiting you were full blown sobbing your shoulders shaking violently. Simon seemed to try his best to console you but for the better part of the next thirty minutes you were completely inconsolable. At some point after wiping the vomit off your mouth and spitting the remains into the toilet bowl, you had turned around and were clutching onto a now on the floor Simon as if he was your life line.

Tears fell freely from your eyes as you gripped onto his shirt, shaking violently. Soft little shh's and it’s alright left his mouth as he rubbed your back in a circular soothing pattern. “You… You died” you had managed to borderline mumble out between sobs. Simon did his best to continue to soothe you until you could manage to tell him what happened. He held you tight as the description of your dream tumbled out of your mouth. “It’s alright luv’... I’m alive.. Im right here… Were both right here…” He whispered as he pushed your hair out of your face, still holding onto you tight.

After about thirty more minutes he managed to get your sobbing down to just the tremble of your lip, he slowly picked you up after flushing the toilet and then pulled you into bed. He wrapped a big thick warm blanket around the both of you and pulled you tight to his body as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and attempted his best to ground you. “I would never leave you like that luv. If you ever screamed my name I'd be right there in an instant, and most importantly I would never put you in harm's way.” He whispered into your ear as he continued to rub your back in the same motion as before.

Slowly enough your breathing managed to slow, the tears beginning to dry up, and the tremble of your lip ceased. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut and you finally managed to succumb to sleep once again. He sighed and then kissed your forehead before saying, “ I love you.. It was all just a dream.. Don’t worry..” After that he slipped off to sleep himself.

[madeinhell666]

I need to fight with someone for real

I need to bleed

I need to make them bleed

I need to bruise and make them bruise

I need my head slammed against the wall as i fight against them

I need to choke their uvula as they squeeze mine

I need a battle with knives and fists

I need to kick someone while theyre down and be kicked after being beat

I need to puke blood and be told im so beautiful jagiya as im fighting for my life

I need to be spat on after spitting in their face

I need to be driven insane and gaslit into being so violent so they dont have to hold back anymore

I need to be shown just how powerful they rly are and yet they still dont give 100% until im beat down enough to nearly passing out and pain felt all over my body

I need to be held so tenderly and soothed but still under control of them, the stronger one always being victorious

I need to stab and be stabbed so lovingly

I need to stare into their soul as they do mine, our eyes having their own battle

I need to maniacally laugh with them as we enjoy beating the shit out of each other

I need to be molded into their perfect violent lil toy

I need to fucking hurt and be hurt

[scri--bble]

MOLD LORE DUMP TIMEE

So before Chara fell into the underground and caused the disease to happen and all Mold was one of the royal scientists (in undermold there was more than him and alphys,fight me), he was this nervous little guy that had somewhat of an attitude, When Chara did fall down and die in the Dreemurr's home, the mold disease spreading made Mold turn paranoid before eventually getting infected and being taken over by it

now he's this almost non-talkative but angry guy, hes sorta dead??? the mold disease keeps him alive like almost everyone else

after getting infected he kinda lost his mind and he turned violent, he still cares dearly about Papyrus even tho his mind is flooded with paranoia

he usually just sits at his booth and tries to rest,even tho the tendrils crawling around him make it uncomfortable all the time(same for the other characters who got tendrils :P), it's painful too cuz the tendrils grow out of his bones (arms and legs and his ribcage)

he likes laying in the snow for some reason and no he doesnt make snow angels (unless ;3)

notes:

the reason his pupils are gone is because the tendrils got to the inside of his head and are crawling outta his eyes (his left eye is entirely covered up,while the other one just a little,enough to let him see), so hes half blind

you cant get rid of the tendrils, theyre a part of him now, they can regen too (depending on how strong/powerful the monster is )

his attacks are slower now,since he feels alot more easily tired and uneasy

he also needs to puke every now and then because the disease cant contain his power which causes him to vomit tendrils (so you might see black liquid dripping from his mouth,idfk hoe), he doesnt puke often like idfk 2 maybe 3 times a week

Mold is... probably bi? still haven't entirely decided but he's definitely a man liker

he's in distress and paranoia most of the time, 1. because hes worried about Papyrus (who's doing actually alot more better than him💀) and 2. He hates having to vomit every week and is walking back and forth nerve-wracked that he can puke any second now without realizing early(he needs a bucket... or a toilet???? fuck)

he puts on this big boy act around others, when it comes to Frisk falling into the underground, Mold would probably be this quiet but tough guy who's a real alpha male...heh.

he has trouble reading obviously (the tendrils tend to move around in his skull,making him distracted easily or making his eyesight worsen or better every now and then ( IDK THE WORDS)

his character in a few words: cold hearted,paranoid, nervous, introverted, sarcastic, a whiny ass bitch when he's drunk (very real of him), easily disgusted (like by a comment or opinion or something)

OK IM MAKING THIS TOO LONG MOST OF YALL WONT WANNA READ.

the color palette i used in the first drawing is

cant find the blog i got it from

[throwupgirl]

I've actually always been curious about your url, but it occurred to me that it might be related to the topic of EDs and so it seemed tactless to ask (just in case). I hope this whole thing doesn't come across as extremely strange, but if you're comfortable I'd be curious to hear about your media theory !!

oh absolutely not an ED thing i would never make a url about that 😭, i got the url idea from this t shirt . it's a joke about the horror movie the exorcist. the t shirt just replaces the movie title with 'the throw up girl'. the joke is that famously in this movie there is a scene where the little girl regan (while possessed by a demon) projectile vomits on the priests that are trying to exorcise the demon. its really gross.

the rest. well

my wider throwupgirl theory of media is that when it comes to writing women one of the things holding a lot of writers back is that they dont just let girls be gross because of their preoccupation with always making women beautiful or sexy or whatever. even when trying to write stories where women are Empowered and complex characters i still have this disconnect where they're still always Hollywood Beautiful. so i think most movies and tv shows would be greatly improved if the women in them were allowed to be really gross sometimes. so im like. movies and television really really need to have some Throw Up Girls.

definition of Throw Up Girl: girl who has been depicted in any form of media having a disgusting moment. must either be significant to her character (as in constantly happening to her) or at least part of significant scene in the media she appears in.

it doesnt necessarily Have to involve throwing up exactly. it just needs to be a scenario where she looks or does something gross + being covered in blood/spilling food or a drink on herself does NOT count.

three examples of Throw Up Girls and how they can vary (all 3 are girls who have literally thrown up on camera but i think its easy to see how u can apply to other gross things)

- regan macneil from the exorcist (purist definition, gross as hell). spends a good chunk of the movie basically having her entire face rot and of course pukes all over the place.

- marta cabrera from knives out (constantly happening to her, moderate definition). has a disorder where every time she lies she throws up. i often think of and can relate to the scene where she quickly lies to the detective and then turns around and discreetly pukes into a coffee cup.

- aubrey posen from pitch perfect (only happens in two scenes, looser by frequency). she doesnt do this often and for most of the movie presents herself as a very put together pretty girl. but there are exactly two scenes in the movie where she projectile pukes incredibly violently all over the people surrounding her. great stuff love her.

thank you for asking.