#blocking the tag unblocking then blocking again

[anamelessfool]

If I see that mfing Irish vampire from Sinners again

Y'all got TWO DELICIOUS FLAVORS of Michael B Jordan (and even more amazing characters beyond those two)

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

something something [plays saxon's theme on the piano].

[ajastu]

i find it really funny when people complain about like...'oh, they have [insert thing here] in the game that is set in medieval times when IN THE REAL WORLD that thing hasnt been invented yet in that time period!!!'

its like. well. you see. we are playing pretend in a fantasy world. there are dragons. i dont think it's meant to mirror real life development stages. its tuoys. were playing tuoys.

Like, no harm done here! but maybe you need to relax a little...

[suzypfonne]

The world sucks. Please be kind. Tag your spoilers. That includes behind-the-scenes stuff. Or "I happened to be nearby and saw..."

Put videos, gifs, and pics under the cut. Some folks are trying to avoid seeing anything before the finale premiers.

[moraygrotto]

also this is so simple but. burps as a reminder that you ate. you're well-fed; maybe you even ate a little too fast, but you had your food (or are still having it!), and if you burp and taste something yummy you know that's what's inside you. good burps should be part of any good meal fr

[swallowtail-ageha]

Not gonna lie i am kinda getting burnt out on messmer content lmao

[comebackali]

Sounds like your brother still has a massive crush on Shoma (as he should!)

@fireiceandspice

no literally shoma uno was his bi awakening. which is both deeply hilarious to me and also weirdly adorable. like, wholesome lmao. like he skates around on his little skates, does his little flips and tricks and i think to myself, "you are the reason my brother likes men." that is his legacy, to me. i cannot see shoma in a sexual light AT ALL, to me he is just a little creature! but some people, i guess. good for them. good for bisexual icon shoma uno.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

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[callum-hunt-is-bisexual]

tumblr needs to stop tempting me with green arrow post

[neverendingford]

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[heartfullofswords]

so glad tumblr does not have the stupid update insta now has where people can see if you stalk their acc 🙏

[lostghoulie]

i miss him. i miss him. i miss him. i miss him. i miss him. i miss him. i miss him. i miss him. i fucking miss him

[charizardstolemynickname]

I WATCHED THE RELEASED EPISODES OF OFMD!! WE WIN THESE!

(We do win but we also lose, my emotions are a rollercoaster)

[ji-lixie]

ohh right thats why i blocked that tag

[karaeilish]

teacher billie pt2 pls? 🙏🏻🙏🏻

౨ৎ teacher!billie headcanons pt. 2

౨ৎ smut & fluff & angst ` ⋆˙⟡ dating your teacher isn't as romantic as the movies make it out to be part 1

౨ৎ teacher!billie who always looks at the pictures of your outfits you send her in the morning, sometimes making comments about how she's gonna take them off tonight.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who helps you study for tests, giving you a kiss for every correct answer.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who doesn't have to ask you. you'll come up to her and offer to help her grade other students' work.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who tells the dean that you're the most successful student in her class, leaving out the detail that you sleep in her bed almost every night.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who sometimes has really bad days, after which she needs to take out her anger on you. with your hands tied to the headboard and the thickest strap buried in your pussy.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who has a picture of you as her phone wallpaper. no face. just your body and a set of red lace lingerie.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who looks for any excuse to touch you. put a hand on your shoulder, straighten the collar of your blouse, run her fingertips down your arm...

౨ৎ teacher!billie who once pushed you into an empty girls' restroom during lunch and made you cum on her fingers.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who often stops you in the hallway, whispering in your ear to come to her class after school.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who went crazy when she saw you in that fucking short skirt.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who made you bounce on her strap that same evening. the skirt stayed on.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who at one point calls you for another conversation, but instead of the long-awaited kisses, she tells you that you need to end the relationship.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who stands still after you slap her, screaming that she ruined her life.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who watches you for a few more minutes, biting her lip until it bleeds.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who spends the next few days making excuses for the bruise on her face because concealer can't cover the dark spot.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who comes home, angrily throwing her bag and keys on the nightstand, then falling onto the cold bed because there is no you in it. only your scent. only a shitload of your stuff, scattered all over the apartment.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who deletes your phone number a hundred times a day and write it down again; block and unblock your contact, finger constantly hovering over the call button.

౨ৎ teacher!billie who leans her head back against the pillows, looking up at the headboard, where the wood is scuffed from the straps and handcuffs with which your hands have been repeatedly secured above your head...

౨ৎ tags; @mystiquemm, @bilswifee, @dragoneyelashart, @bilssturns, @chrissv4mp, @allyeilishh, @billiesbabygirll, @amara-eilish, @st0nerlesb0, @bxllxebxtch

[webslingingslasher]

i’m not having a good time

-‼️

*something quick... cw: mentions of death.

---

''i'm sorry i didn't get to make it up to you.'

and now he never will because he's dead. peter parker is dead and he didn't get a chance to make it right with you. your knees kissed the grass, sobbing while you hold onto his stiff shoulders you whimper out your own apologies.

sorry you were so mad, sorry you punished him more than he deserved, sorry you didn't get to spend forever with him, sorry that you let him die without knowing he'd never be able to make it up to you.

he's bloody. small grazes and cuts decorated his skin, you're not sure what happened or how you got there but peter's last words on earth was an i'm sorry. you curl up on him, pathetically pleading him to stop playing and open his eyes.

peter's chest is still. he's not breathing, his heart isn't beating. he's dead. every regret you've had over the last month started to eat at you. when you blocked his number, when you'd ignore his attempts to try to talk to you in person, when you punished him over and over for making you break up with him.

'peter, please wake up. please, please, wake up.' you're not sure how cpr works but you're trying. pushing on the center of his chest with all your weight, nothing happens. you gasp for air, the panic attack finally hitting.

you watched peter die and you couldn't save him.

'peter, wake-' you fly up from your bed, fighting off blankets, you're sweaty. your clammy skin cools instantly, wiping under your eyes, it's wet from tears. you're still blinking them out, falling with each tremble of your breath.

it was a dream. a terrible, vivid dream. you've never woken up crying before, you've never dreamt of peter dying either. it wasn't real but it feels real. it felt like real life. it looked so real.

a shiver runs up your spine, more tears fall. you couldn't stop your shaky hands, digging for your phone. you pull up instagram and unblock his account- he hasn't posted in weeks. whispering out a curse you sniffle and check his tagged posts- nothing new there either.

what if he actually died? what if that was him telling you goodbye? what if he never gets to make it right?

you need to hear his voice, you need him to tell you he's okay and he's alive. brushing away a new track of tears you unblock his number and call, keeping an eye on your sleeping roommate and trying to keep your cries hushed.

it rings all the way through but he doesn't pick up.

you try again.

again.

again.

again.

again.

again.

again.

why isn't he answering? peter always answers, even if it's the middle of the night. what if he actually died? what if he was in bed and he'd never wake up? what if the house was full of red and blue lights and a team of professionals gameplanning how to get a body bag downstairs?

it's illogical, you know peter isn't dead. you know he's passed out and lightly snoring into his pillow. peter's breathing and he's  fine but that dream was so real... you can't let it go.

your knees shake when you get out of bed. shrugging on the warmest thing you can find, you silently escape your dorm and walk with a purpose to peter's place. ten minutes of crushing anxiety while you pray for a call back.

---

'trouble?'

it's three in the morning and someone was pounding on the front door. peter wasn't expecting to see his ex in front of him. he even rubs his eyes for good measure, you're still there.

you stare at him in awe. running your eyes over him four times, checking off an imaginary checklist. he's here, standing in front of you. confused as all hell- but he's alive. he's breathing. he's not dead.

but fuck, it felt so real. so, so real.

you naw on your bottom lip, trying to hold everything in but peter's alive and all you can think about is when he wasn't. the panic you felt was real, the regret was real. tears build in your eyes, it's not enough to see him, you need to feel him.

'what's wrong?' peter's voice is soft, he can see the impending breakdown too. your mind tells you his last words, your throat feels tight.

'i'm sorry i didn't get to make it up to you.'

shaking your head, tears race down your cheeks. they won't stop, your chest shakes and you're able to mumble two words before losing yourself and rushing peter with the tightest hug you've ever given him.

'you're alive.'

peter stumbles but holds you up, he doesn't know what's happening.

'i am.' you whimper, moving your head around to cup your ear right over his heart. 'your heart is beating. you're alive.' are you saying it for him or for you? peter doesn't think you showed up in the middle of the night, in tears, just to let him know he's alive.

'did you think i wasn't?' peter holds in a grunt, your hands twisting into his shirt, squeezing the fabric before letting out a soft sob. you inch the cotton up, cold hands press into his stomach. he's warm. he's not stiff. he's alive.

but those crushing minutes when it felt like death, when it felt real, keep looping.

peter's calmly drags his hand up and down your back, stopping to pat at a particularly hard cough. normally, during a breakdown like this peter would tell you that you're okay and he's there but he switches the lingo this time.

'i'm okay. i'm alive and you're right here hugging me.'

'say it again. promise me.' you feel peter take a breath, you almost collapse. he's breathing, he's alive. 'i promise i'm okay, i promise i'm alive.'

you hold your breath to stop more tears- peter's okay.

'i had a dream you died. and it felt so real, i tried calling you but you wouldn't answer so i had to come check. i needed to make sure.' there were a lot of pauses to get it all out, your breath kept hitching but peter was patient and kept you right over his heartbeat.

'i'm sorry,' you wince hearing it come from his mouth. 'tarrent kept drunk texting me, i put it on silent.' but he'd never do it again. no matter how many texts and articles he gets sent about the flat earth society.

'you died.'

'no i didn't. i'm right here, want me to pinch you so you know it's real?' you know it is but confirmation doesn't hurt. 'yeah.' you back away and hold out your arm, jolting when peter squeezes your skin between his fingers. 'see? not dead.'

no, not dead.

he's in front of you and you showed up in tears. you went to peter's house in the middle of the night to check if he was breathing. you broke up with him but needed to know he was still alive.

you feel silly and turn to check the streetlights, you can feel peter looking at you.

'this is stupid. i knew you were fine but it felt real and i was crying and-'

'you needed to see me.’ you weren’t going to say it but peter did.

‘logic wasn't working because the what if was so loud. for months after my uncle died i'd get up in the middle of the night to make sure may was okay, so i get it.' peter wasn't making you feel bad so you shouldn't make yourself feel bad. he understands you. he knows that part of your brain that can't shut up, he's heard it too.

'yeah.' you know what happens next, you just don't want to say goodbye yet. peter offers something you didn't expect. he nudges out of the doorway and nods towards the inside.

'sleepover?'

you shouldn't. it was one thing to show up, it's another to stay.

'i can't.'

peter wants to tell you that you could. but he knows you won't. you'd think of it as losing, you don't think he deserves your company. he doesn't, but he still wants to show he cares.

'will you let me walk you home?'

you hesitate, it's probably not a good idea. but neither was showing up for a welfare check. even if he's not yours anymore, you like knowing he's okay. it's backwards and a little telling if you say yes but after your nightmare you'd be sorry too if you didn't give him a chance to make it up to you.

'you can walk me home.'

'really? you'll let me?' you wanted to ask if he expected a no but you don't. 'yeah, really.' the door seals shut as you walk down the steps and peter's right behind you.

following your lead.