#HE JUST CAN'T

[ninyard]

oh gosh, neil josten the man you are

(this is 10000% about his theoretical reply to riko’s death)

like i just imagine the context of that being like something something

"There's a lot of healthy competition in Exy. You have to always strive to be the best, while accepting other people can and will sometimes be better. You ask me about Riko, but that's exactly the problem. That competition can't be healthy. But that's just who he is... I mean, was, sorry, thank God."

and like it was completely innocent but his choice of words just ruined it for him. like neil will happily roast him. he'll happily talk shit. but he's been trying his best to keep quiet since his death and then a slip of the tongue and NEIL JOSTEN HATES RIKO MORIYAMA EVEN THOUGH HES DEAD??!?!?! is everywhere again. completely unintentionally

[sirjo-esque]

[respectthepetty]

Well. After the opening of Bed friends and the scenes after I have my eagle eye ready on your page for a colour break down.

It’s become like a drink and I’m abit addicted to colour now: how dare you!!!

And thank you 🥰

Anon, I'm sorry for making you addicted, but I'm going to do something even worse - I'm going to cut you off cold turkey.

I have to stop writing about the colors in Bed Friend.

We are halfway through the series, and I have been on my King is a Blue Boy bullshit since before the show even began. He wears so much black that it should be obvious he is a Black Brooder, but I cannot accept that, even when @dribs-and-drabbles has questioned my choice. Uea wore black this episode, which if I was being reasonable, I would have been delighted at the color exchange.

@wen-kexing-apologist is screaming at me about Uea being in the gray. But I can't be impartial. I am clearly exhibiting confirmation bias because I can only see King as a Blue Boy and nothing else. For instance, I see King's phone as blue.

That phone could be black and simply reflecting light in such a way that it makes it lighter, but I SEE BLUE!

The cake was black, but I saw the inside as being blue and cannot be convinced otherwise.

@himbodelamain is reminding me that Uea has a black lanyard with a red badge holder while King has a red lanyard with a black lanyard (which is a great color exchange), but I can't be swayed because all I can see is King handing Uea a blue mug as he tries to convince Uea that he can be loyal to him.

All of my peeps are trying to make me see the light, but I can only see blue. Like the blue that King is highlighted by in his reflection which is symbolic of the truth.

And the blue King wraps Uea in when the lights go out.

Or how the blues hide between the blacks and whites in the closet

And how Uea wears blue (which would be a color exchange), when King wears yellow to represent happiness

Sports Sidenote: Why Brazil, my man? I'm thrilled to see some Latin American soccer representation, but Brazil? I would have even allowed Argentina, but Brazil? Why not México? And don't use that "It's Central America" excuse. Brazil has beat Japan, pero Viva la México! World Cup 2026!

Or at his most basic, King is blue.

I see a merge of blue and red in the sunset

Even when it's just a sunset

But above all else, I'm latching onto every single blue crumb.

King is a Blue Boy to me and I can no longer be fair-minded about it. Therefore, I need to step back, and let others write about what is actually there instead of what I need to be there.

But I'll leave you with this - Regardless of the colors they are exchanging, they are in love.

Or, as I like to call it, deep in the blue.

[whipplefilter]

What would’ve McQueen done so badly to get in the big house lol??

Securities fraud 🫡

[izayoichan]

Emil nodded, watching Rylan enter the room, hearing the sobs not too long after, his heart sinking slightly. If what Ams had said was right, then two hearts were broken now, and a part of him wished he had not confronted him in this way. Picking up his phone he called Flynn filling him in on what had just happened. 

A couple of months later, after several attempts from Liam, Rylan and several others to have Tyvan answer Ams’s calls and mails, and avoiding every attempt from Ams to talk with him as if he had the plague, they had simply stopped.

It was clear that Tyvan did not want to have anything more to do with him, his trust and heart, broken all in one. Even Emil’s attempt to talk his son into at least hearing him out had failed. And unknown to them, he had blocked him on his phone and mail, just to not see any excuses, and Rylan found out from Ams neighbor that he and his mother had left and moved somewhere else. 

Rylan: So? Tyvan: So what? Rylan: Well did you decide? Tyvan: Oh.. yes, look.

He held out the application form he had started on, as they were once again almost at a summer vacation. And after some pushing done from both his parents and his twin, he had finally stepped out of the little “meh” bubble that he had been living in after the split with Amuray.

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[dyns33]

Morpheus : “Hello Robert Gadling. What are you reading ?”

Hob : “Please, call me Hob. And this, my dear friend, is Waiting for Godot. Sounded appropriate since I was waiting for you. Ah ! I’m hilarious.” 

Morpheus : “I am not a god.” 

Hob : “Oh. Okay.” 

Hob : =( 

Morpheus : “... But some people sometimes see me as a God, so it was not entirely wrong.” 

Hob : =) 

[saucy-mesothelioma]

I...genuinely don't know how to feel about this.

[kujirara]

I HATE HOW CARING GABRIEL IS, LIKE FUCK I WANNA HATE YOU BUT YOUR LOVE AND WORRY TOWARDS YOUR SON THAT YOU FAIL TO SHOW BECAUSE OF HOW OBSESSED YOU ARE WITH YOUR SENSELESS PLAN DON'T MAKE IT EASY FOR ME

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

Brio Bd/Comic Season 2 : Episode 11, Scene 1

[swan2swan]

Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.

[ladychlo]

Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[bi-writes]

mmmm ;) simon has got a special eye on single-mom!reader, doesn't he? (18+, lactation kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, dark content !!!!)

it's your first day back after maternity leave. you already look different, simon notices this immediately. the way you fill out your cargo pants--fuck, there's no way your arse has ever looked so fat. no way your thighs have ever been so plush--ngghhh...

fuck, you've never been prettier. motherhood suits you. your hair is longer. your eyes are a little brighter. and fuck, your tits look so heavy, can't keep his eyes off of them, can't fucking focus, fuck, fuck, fuck--

you look so cute patching him up. pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you string his lacerated skin back together with a practiced stitch, standing between his spread legs as he sits in a chair in your office. he nicked his shoulder real well in training today, and fuck, is he grateful for johnny's heavy hand because you're standing over him, and he has a front-row seat to the greatest view of his fucking life.

christ, they practically jiggle with every movement you make. you pop the cap off some disinfectant, and the little bounce of your chest makes him chub up immediately, and he doesn't trust the buckle of his belt anymore because you're so fucking hot. and god, it isn't fair, this isn't fair, you must be teasing him--because as he's staring shamelessly at your pretty, perky nipples, he notices the fabric of your shirt beginning to grow damp.

you notice his line of sight after you tie off his wound. you look down, gasping, your hands dropping your supplies to come up and cup your breasts and cover the wetness of your shirt.

"god--dammit," you breathe. you haven't gotten a chance to pump today, it's been so busy in the clinic, and god, they ache.

you're his sergeant. his pretty little soldier. he just wants to help you. he's just helping you, isn't he? that's what this is when he draws his big hands up, shifting your shirt until it nestles below your nursing bra. he's just helping you when he unlatches the strap with ease, drawing down the soft material and baring your tits for him, his eyes bulging when he sees how wet the skin is, how they glisten.

his mouth is so warm. it's the perfect relief after such a long day. his tongue is soft and careful, swirling in heated circles as he soothes the ache in the throbbing fat there. you're so wet--soaking your panties, you know you are, your hormones firing wildly as he pulls back, opening his mouth and catching just a dribble of the warm essence that leaks from one breast. finally, finally--fuck, he's so good at this, his mouth latching onto you again as he groans loudly. he's so sick, it's so fucking lewd, but god dammit, it's just what you need, you need this, you need this.

he likes you like this. he likes you fat around the hips and leaking from your tits and spilling sweetness into your panties. he needs to keep you this way. he needs to keep you pretty and aching and starving for the relief that he knows he can give you.

he doesn't care whose kid it is, he wants to keep you this way. he'd let johnny or gaz fuck you stupid after this if it meant plugging you up and making you full and beautiful and round again. he's never wanted kids anyway, he knows he probably shoots blanks, it's why you got pregnant so fast after he shut the door on your relationship and refused to open it again, isn't it?

nnghghhgh...

fuck, his pants are already shoved low, just enough that he can pull himself out. he's so heavy, balls so full and aching so badly, he's hardly slapping against his stomach. you slip your own trousers off, eager to get back into his lap, practiced pretty girl sinking down onto him and riding him for her life in the dark of her office.

he buries his face into your chest. they're bouncing every time you smack your hips back down against his, and he can't stop the noises he's making as he suckles your tits in his mouth and uses a firm grip on your ass to meet your thrusts with force. fuck, he'd forgotten what a nice cunt you had--he'd forgotten how nice and soft you are, how messy and wet you get, how whenever he fucks you, his entire pelvis is always soaked with the slick of you because you can never stop creaming on his cock.

"so big," you babble, just like you used to, and he grunts as he aims for that little spot inside of you that makes you cry. he wants to see those pretty tears falling down your face, but all it took this time was his tongue sucking on your achy nipples to make you pouty and sobbing.

fuck, you've always been good at taking him, you always were such a good girl, but now he's overwhelmed. your body is so different and yet the same, and he likes it so much more--fuck, there's so much to grab onto now, the smacking of your skin is loud, and you've always been such a wet girl, but now you're positively dripping. he grits his teeth as he looks down finally, watching the way you've wet his trousers, his boxers, your thighs, the goddamn chair. he can't wait to lay you down after this and put his head between your thighs, can't wait to get those tits back in his mouth and make you cry again and again and again and again--

yeah, yeah, yeah--fuck, fuck, fuck--

you collapse after he cums. whimpering, taking two of his fingers and fitting them into your mouth so you have something to suck on, something you always used to do for comfort. he hisses a little as he pulls out just a little, globs of cum dribbling onto the seat before he eases you back down again. you whine, clinging onto him, your eyes shutting as he shoves his cum practically into your stomach.

yeah, fuck--he's gonna make his little sergeants take you nice after this. he needs you to stay like this, needs to keep you fat and pretty and swollen. don't mind the chunky babies you'll have, he'll take care of you, sweetheart, he'll be the daddy that son of a bitch never gave you, yeah?

he grabs the phone nearest to him to check the time as you settle on wobbly legs into the seat next to him. it must be your phone, because there's a picture of a smiling baby as the background. his eyes flicker to yours, and when you catch his gaze, you swallow hard. there's a giant chubby baby you're holding in that picture.

with blond hair and dark eyes (;

[iwasbored777]

Me when Logan was about to walk away in the end and Wade was like "Logan 🥺" and that's all it took for him to stay... Y'all I can't they love each other so much 😭

[linktoo-doodles]

i'll strangle you or i'll kiss you on the mouth