#Why Is My Boss Like That

[marcusbrutus]

tumblr: constantly be aware of your own privilege. constantly be aware of your capacity of be evil. hey i know you really like that new piece of media but make sure you're aware of all of the problematic elements all the time. hey i noticed you reblogged a post from a designated Bad Person so please make sure you do a thorough background check on everyone you reblog from to make sure they're not bad, otherwise people might get the wrong idea about you. always be aware of everything bad that's happening in the world all the time because silence is violence. i see you not reblogging this post btw. activist burnout is a privilege so be aware of that. xyz people are required to reblog this post. if you're not constantly fighting against designated Bad People you are inherently complicit and therefore a Bad Person.

people with ocd:

[yeyinde]

no one respects the art of cock-warming quite like Price.

18+ | cock warming. exhibitionism.

he loves having his lil sub (whether you want to be or not) kneeling at his feet, his cock stuffed down your throat while he works, alternating between holding a cigar in his hand or a pen. the other on the back of your head, keeping you still. cradled his lap where you belong.

and he'd spend ages training you up for it, too.

starts by makingyou sit in his lap, letting you mewl and whine and pant in his ear about the stretch, the need. wanting him to just fuck you already and get it over with. but he's patient. let's you acclimate slowly until all he has to do is pat his thigh and you're already shoving your panties to the side, sliding down his thick girth as he turns on some movie you'd been chirping about wanting to see. squirming around for a moment until you find your spot before melting into his chest, breathing around the stretch. because at some point, having him inside of you, stuffing you full—cock, mouth, ass—comes as naturally as breathing, anyway.

but if you think this is a private endeavor only, well. you'd be wrong.

it starts small. his fingers inside of you when you're out at a restaurant with Laswell and her wife (who seems to sharing your expression; Kate's hand disappearing below the table), just sitting. teasing. he's not trying to get you off. it's just training. new horizons, love, he says, and it's just so easy to get swept up into the maelstrom of his desire, isn't it?

a movie after. it's boring. you hate it. so, he unzips his trousers and offers himself to you instead. let's you thumb through your feed (phone on silent, brightness down to zero) in the back of the theatre as you lounge across the chairs in the empty room, his cock down your throat.

an opera. sitting on his lap with him inside of you, dress covering the indecent act as he shoves your panties to the side (only worn in case he finishes—can't have his cum dripping down your thigh when you go out to eat, can you?) and sinks in deep with a little groan muffled into your neck.

soon, he'll refuse to let you sit anywhere that isn't his lap. on his cock. you almost get caught a few times (and maybe you do) but John's influence is all-consuming and no one bats an eye when he starts to bounce you on his lap in an empty restaurant, hand curled over your mouth to keep any noise that spills out just for him. only for him.

if you think falling asleep without him inside of you is an option, then you should have thought about that before moving in because after he fucks you, he'll cradle you close, ignoring any protests about cleaning up. feigns sleep until you huff, giving in.

(you sleep better when he's inside of you, anyway.)

he's just utterly insatiable—and smitten, really—and it doesn't even feel much like training or conditioning when (he rings the dinner bell and) your mouth starts to water as he sits down, thighs spread wide enough for you slip between. nursing his cock the same way he carts his fingers across your nape, cradling the whiskey in his hand. staring down at you with a deep, ravenous hunger as you sigh around the thick of him, and rest your head on his lap.

(a bell echoes in your ear, but it's easy to ignore it because he was right, after all. this is where you belong.)

[nikonuee]

Shen Qingqiu but he's an ugly crier.

No single tear rolling down the face, immortal beauty for this transmigrator! He gets the full red, puffy-faced, swollen-eyed experience!

He's at the Immortal Alliance Conference trying to be cruel to Binghe but he's got snot running down his face and has to try and wheeze/hiccup through his Bad Guy Speech™️.

Meanwhile, Binghe's watching his usually inflappable Shizun fall apart and uses all 300 of his Protagonist IQ points to realise something's off.

System feels a sense of foreboding wash over it.

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

Scribbled somehting together of... The sillies

This comic a mess, but I had the idea and I had to draw something before I lost motivation-

Emmet + Interpol + AZ ???

yes PLEASE 😭🙏🏾

basically, the jist of this idea is- like.

You that shitpost of Emmet asking AZ about Ingo?

Make it that, but it's AZ feeling empathy that he can't hide, because he knows what it's like to wander the earth in search of someone you love— and he knows that there's no way Emmet is going to find him, not in 10, 100 or 3000 years...

Heheh

Edit: Since I keep continuing off this premise—

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[hinamie]

*catboys ur shounen protag*

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

[loveletterworm]

2 days ago I said the words "I have no thoughts on ramb at all". I have since developed thoughts on Ramb.

It's probably a stretch, but I like the idea that he was controlling the little shadow mantle boss creature in the last secret game before he got completely petrified...It's not written quite the same as his but I think you can just about read its dialogue britishly if you try. Though I guess if you say that's him it also makes him seem really sinister...I guess I already think he's a little sinister though. I also think he looks like a little doggy

[osctwink]

the different vibes they’re giving 😭😭😭

[geckosteak]

everything will disappear

[zu-is-here]

@clownyclowns misspelled "good morning" said "Dream mourning" and I didn't take it well /hj

Dream & Nightmare by jokublog

[stealingyourbones]

I desperately need more mentor uncle figures and mentor brother figures in DPxDC to fill the interesting relationship dynamic gap that father figures stories can't always fill are u picking up what I'm putting down. Hell, just a regular friendship relationship with absolutely 0 familial dynamic.

[nartothelar]

from the sidelines

- ingo and josh has had past flings with each other at this point; ingo is the only one catching feels

- ingo knows josh loves emmet; all he cares about is josh’s happiness

- every so often ingo and emmet will take time for themselves to go out after work alone

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

Continuation of this post where I stick Emmet and interpol into PLZA

Looker dragging Emmet away to deescalate situations is a funny visual to me

My interpretation of Emmet do not 👏🏾 play 👏🏾 about 👏🏾 his brother 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

So,,, this has certainly happened more than once at this point NFJDJFJEJ

[snowa-pawuk]

Smol and silly 👏🏻

[lieutenant-amuel]

My Favourite Helluva Boss Character - Fizzarolli

[askfordoodles]

My brain, choosing violence:

hey, don't think about how Emmrich watched Manfred die the same way his parents did, a large structure falling on them

and for a moment Emmrich regresses to the age he was when it happened, a scared helpless and lost little boy

That, right there, is little Emmrich, being brought right back to the worst moment of his life as a child, just look at that body language the devs chose for him in this moment.

Me, to my brain: hey can you maybe chill, Satan

(I know we don't know for certain if he actually witnessed the building collapse, but wouldn't it be fucked up if he did)