#LETS BE REAL

[camberdraws]

This turtle has a bit more than algae growing on its shell

[venussmilk]

ik they dont have phones but u cant tell me chilchuck wouldnt go crazy on facebook reels

[godihatechoosingusernames]

I cannot believe Merlin spent 10 years at Arthur's side with no plan on how not to be discovered other than "gotta make him question his sexuality so he doesn't notice The Magic"

And I mostly cannot believe that it worked

[racetrackmybeloved]

thinking about jack's betrayal again and

his friends are (justifiably) furious at him. mush calls him a sellout. spot and jojo push him. someone yells "you're a traitor jack!". a brooklyn newsie spits at him. jack has known most of these boys for years, he calls them his family, his brothers.

david doesn't even say anything, he just looks at him. jack has known this boy for all of four days, and yet the name he chooses to call out? davey

[incorrect-batfam-quotes-mostly]

Batfam, but as my stupidest injuries, pt 3 (the fact it's up to pt 3 says a lot about me)

Bruce: at a birthday party to a potato sack race, face planted and grass stained his face

Dick: tried to do a front hand spring, but got stuck in a handstand and fell sideways and almost broke a rib

Jason: tried to prove he could bake but gave himself food poisoning with the cupcakes

Tim: Fainted at school, and a whole hallway got shut down because of it, and was so embarrassed that he almost fainted again

Damian: He got a chest infection, and the medicine made him so loopy he forgot how hands worked

Steph: got a minor concussion tripping over a skipping rope and hitting her head on the pavement

Barbara: had her period for an entire month and literally thought she was going to die of anemia

Duke: got hit in the stomach by a badminton racket during gym class and threw up

Cass: fell out of the tree she was climbing to have some alone time

[marvel-lous-guy]

Fury: Stark, you were way out of line last mission. You need to obey Rogers orders next time

Tony: I don't like being told what to do unless I'm naked

Fury: ...

Tony: And I'm assuming it's a hazard for me to be naked on a mission

Scott: I for one would be honored to be in your naked presence

Tony: ...Thank you Scott

[ddollfface]

My heart aches for my lil baby sailor/selkie son! I’d give him all the hugs, kisses, and love if I could! I hope our relationship with him can improve. I don’t want him to grow up a sad, bitter, and neglected person!

(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

Honestly, I’d be willing to force myself to loving sailor so that son can witness a loving relationship from his parents! And I’d prob fall in love with sailor already cause I love all the yandere red flags!

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡?

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙭 𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Let's be realistic here, nonnie. You wouldn't. Trigger Warnings; ANGST, yandere, kidnapping, mentions of rape, poorly written gore, forced pregnancy, gross.

That’s what you thought in the beginning, when you were pregnant, newly captured brought home to your lover’s arms. You thought that you’d be the loving mother who could ignore all the bad signs, that could push past the abuse and cold words, only seeing the obsession in his eyes as a positive. I mean, though his touch feels like poison, and his voice is nails on a chalkboard, at least he loves you? You thought that it was irrational to blame an innocent child for the doings of their father, that it was horrible for you to look down at your stomach with grimace and shame. 

How could you? How could you think so poorly of your son? What kind of mother are you for resenting your body for taking his seed as it’s supposed to? It made you sick. You wanted to claw out your tongue, smash in your teeth, and scream until your lungs collapsed for ever muttering the words I love you to such a man. You wanted to feel your blood swell in your mouth, dribbling down your aching throat as you cried, cried, cried out in pain. The feeling of something, something of his growing inside of you, stealing your energy, and sucking the life out of you. 

But you tried. You smiled, giggled, and laughed at every word he spewed out, not listening to a single syllable. He knew it was an act, that you didn’t love him, but he respected your act so he was soft. He gave you space, letting you breathe, ignoring your sobs as you curled away from him in your shared bed. He didn’t let you go hungry, cooking your meals every morning, day, and night. No matter how difficult you’d be, he’d come to your every beck and call. That made things easier, more tolerable, making it seem as if you were a victim of rape, kidnapping, and forced marriage.

It allowed you to live in a fantasy as a loving wife, assisting your husband in the lighthouse, cleaning when you could, and even making dinner! You lived like this for a while, but as your stomach grew, and your situation settled, you came to realize that you weren’t leaving. You weren’t you; who were you? Where were you? Why were you so pliant? 

You remembered.

Everything! You remembered the feeling of his hands on your skin, clawing away at your pelt, scrapping any trace of who you were away and replacing it with him, him, him. His hands cupping your jaw, whispering sweet nothings as he pressed you against the sand of the beach. You can still feel the sting of the sand imprinting against your smooth skin, feeling your pelt get torn away from you, slipped away from your gasps.

Let it be known, you fought. 

You clawed, bit, and scratched, slapping anything that was in your view. Your pupils dilated as his hands grazed down your body, massaging, and pressing against your skin as if you were a prayer. His lips followed suit, peppering across your skin, making you gag. Your heart was swelling with rage, filthy rage. A need to jab, punch, hit, scream, anything to get you away, consuming your soul.

You were never the same, never seeing the ocean in the same light. The waves pressing against your side as he slipped off your clothes, brushing away any tears that dribbled down your cheeks, your hands reaching out for the ocean, your home. He’d swat your hands away, tsking as he leaned down, brushing his nose against your cheek, nuzzling into your flesh.

His touch felt like a searing pan, the burning of a stove as he slowly melted his lips to yours, tilting his head in a soft motion. You bit at his lips, trying to rip the flesh away. Your jagged teeth drawing blood. It made you happy, proud of yourself when the taste of iron flooded into your mouth, staining your taste buds as you screamed, calling for your brethren.

He took you that night, deciding that if you weren’t going to be soft, then neither was he. He pressed you into the dirt, taking you like a bitch. Soft words still spewing from his mouth as he held your waist, holding you down as he pinned you to the ground. The sound of the ocean calling out to you as you grabbed the grains of sand, feeling them against your palm as you clawed at the ground, hoping for it to swallow you in one gulp. 

But that was in the past, no? It was just a fit of rage, you concluded. You were quite rude, you recall, spitting insults and hurtful glares throughout the whole… exchange. Maybe he wasn’t too bad… he did clean you up afterward, that’s what good men do, no? You’re not sure. Let’s just say, you’ve never been too keen on human affairs, never interesting you the same way it did to your sisters and brothers. 

You could put that in the past, ridding it from your memory, and replacing it with his gentle touch. The way he helps you do the dishes, placing you on the counter as you watch him work. His eyes lingering on your stomach for a moment too long, but there was nothing but a content gleam in them. His hazel eyes locked on your form, never leaving you as if he was afraid you’d disappear. That look always ruins it for you, it rips you away from your wishful fantasy of a loving home. It reminds you that he is in fact not your husband, but your hopelessly obsessive captor who doesn’t trust you to do anything. 

But you could do this. You could look past that look in his eyes, brushing it off as him as being protective over your fragile baby. You are carrying his baby, after all. It’s only natural that he’s a little antsy whenever you use a knife, or stand on a chair to get a jar, or peer outside for too long. It’s just natural, you tell yourself. You could get through this and succumb to his fantasies. His fantasies were yours, you told yourself. It was difficult in the beginning, but you’ve gotten used to it. 

You no longer flinch away from his touches, letting his hands settle on your baby bump, rubbing the skin of your stomach with warm, strong hands. His scared tissue brushing against your smooth skin, causing you to shiver, but you suppressed it. You could do this.

It’s not that bad when he helps you in the kitchen. You’re no longer worried that he’ll carve out your heart for his own needs, wanting to take you in the most primal sense of the word. Your eyes don’t flicker to his form every time he picks up a knife, wondering if it’ll be you chopped instead of the lamb. You could do this. 

And you don’t let your eyes linger on the ocean anymore, deciding to busy yourself with other things than just sitting on a window seal. You crochet now, making blankets, shirts, and socks for yourself, thinking of it as a self-service for yourself. Though you could always feel your heart skip a beat, and your head feels fuzzy whenever he suggests you make something for the little man. You… you could…

To look into the eyes of another, and to only see the eyes of your captor. The eyes of a man who ripped you from your home, shed you of your skin, and raped you like breeding cattle. Though the gleam is different, the eyes are the same. Though the hair is of a different texture, that of a soft touch, it's the same. Though the skin is tinted darker, it's the same.

Though it's just a little boy, it's still him.

And you can never forgive him for that, no matter how much he tries.

[lowekey-art]

“Beel is babygirl😍”

Beelzebub is this close👌 to showing up at your door like this💀

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

I want a pirate tomarry au where Tom is the marine admiral and Harry is the leader of a ragtag pirate group that just doesn't die.

[tylerssblurry]

the gays love josh dun.

am i right tumblr?

[incorrectlco]

Lockwood: Looks like we can’t isolate, ignore, ibuprofen our way out of this one boys.

Lucy: Ignite it is. 

[misanderousmisfit]

[thecrownisagift]

They really decided that the person that should watch over and media train Simon was Wilhelm as if this entire series didn't start cause the boy got sent to a boarding school after getting in a very public drunk fight?!

[duckishcoolish]

If it brings me to my knees It's a bad religion

Ooh-ooh-hoo, this unrequited love To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult

And cyanide in my styrofoam cup I can never make him love me

It's a, it's a bad religion To be in love with someone who could never love you

Oh-oh-oh, only bad, only bad religion Could have me feeling the way I do

[peqchys]

HIS LITTLE FACE IS SO CUTE IM GONNA DROP DEAD

[lamothla]

Hisoka probably wasn’t in the chimera ant arc because he would’ve wanted to fight meruem and that’s not how togashi wanted to kill him off