#holy feckin shit

[jewishbarbies]

irish people propping themselves up as paragons of morality because they have some fetishy relationship with palestine only to turn around and go full white supremacist with a hate mob based on false information and chant "irish lives matter" because they hate immigrants that aren't white is top tier irony

[mushroom-through-the-stargate]

IM SO FUCKING PROUD OF THISSSSSS TAKE THAT ART BLOCK EVEN MY NON-STARGATE SISTER RECOGNIZED THEM

please do not trace, colour, or otherwise add to or copy my art thank you 🩷

[evilgwrl]

okay ngl, this is an ask I'm sending to multiple people because holy shit why did it pop in my head I need to see this written T^T

reader is part of !141 and is the only one who knows how to ride a motorbike, so she has to go undercover for a biker gang?? idk but just hear me out. Anyway she has no tattoos or piercings so they get her those temporary tattoos that last two weeks and some fake piercings (or real ones in case they fall off) and so none of the 141 know she's having this whole makeover, and when they get the big reveal I just want to know their reactions- I'm sorry I suck at writing, I'm just good at coming up with the ideas lmao. reading back my whole paragraph I realised how much I truly suck at typing, I apologise that you had to deal with this.

Ahhhh!!! I love this. I hope I did your idea justice and you enjoy it anon 🥹 If you want something a lil more racy let me know but I kept it SFW just incase

CW: None

Your body felt exhausted, thighs moulded to the chair as manicured hands rushed around your frame, prodding at your skin with brushes and wet rags, stamping your flesh with intricate designs. The woman’s voice was soft as she took in your expression, an understanding smile adorning her features as she assured you, they were nearly done.

“Voila,” she gasped, moving away from you as you stared at the mirror in front of you. Temporary tattoos snaked around the coil of your arms, muscles stamped with infamous gang signs and your nose and eyebrows dangling with metal jewellery as your fingers prodded at them, your face creased with slight discomfort.

“We’re going to need to get you dressed but you already look the part!”

You winced at the excitement in her voice, a slight simmer of humiliation broiling through you as you took in the look. You looked so… different. “Thank you,” you murmured, turning around to take in the large snake design that was entwined between your spine.

You felt like you were entering a pageant, constant hands smoothing out your skin and hair as you coughed at the lethal amount of hairspray. Grease dribbled down your chin as you choked down some food, disgusted huffs passing through the lady’s mouth as she ushered something about acting the part too.

“You’re all done, sergeant.”

You paced the room anxiously, wire taped to your chest, nestled in between your cleavage as you awaited the remainder of the task force. It was strange, the most they had ever seen you in was a pair of jeans and a simple top beside your military gear, the barracks were no place for fashion. Sweaty hands rubbed at the leather pants; slick stains of residue quickly brushed away nervously as you prodded with the facial piercings in the mirror.

“Hells feckin’ bells, Bonnie,” a swift voice whistled, Soap’s face charmed with a boyish grin, blue eyes sweeping across your exposed skin, “ain’ you a sight for sore eyes?”

“I look ridiculous,” you blurted, folding your arms self-consciously as the Scotsman tsked his tongue, smacking his lips together.

“Ye’ look good… lil too good for the task force, hen. Might need to find ye a new profession after this.”

You rolled his eyes at his playful tone, his lashes flickering as he took in the sight of you. A flirtatious whistle cut through the air as Gaz slapped his hand against the door, mouth wide. “Sergeant Y/N, that you under all those tattoos?” You bit back a bark as he smiled at you, tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips.

“You look good, [callsign]. Them bikers might wanna keep you to themselves.”

“We ain’ gonna let that happen, lass,” Soap jabbered, “Yer’ our girl, ain’ ya?”

Your reply was cut short by a pound against the door as a gruff voice snapped, “Oi, let’s move it. Don’t got all bloody day, Sergeants.”

Ghost’s eyes lingered over you for a moment, blonde lashes flicking up and down your body, pausing on every tattoo almost as if he was memorising them before he turned around, cold physique dusting through the hallway as you all followed. Captain Price was rambling through his headset to Laswell before he paused, dismissing himself as you all waltzed towards him.

A large Yamaha was sleeked against the exit, the tyres slightly worn to feign usage as you whistled lowly. “Got this all for me, Cap?” Your tone was sharp, admiring the ride before you as a tattooed hand wrapped around the leather handles.

“A biker looking like you ain’ gonna ride a shitbox,” he said, his voice holding an underlying meaning as he did a once over, “Y’ get in trouble in there and you call us in immediately, you understand [callsign]?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Take care of those tattoos after this as well, suit ya.”

A warm blush settled on the apple of your cheeks before you reached for the helmet, flattening your hair down as you secured it in place.

“Let’s get us a win.”

[chaoticmannamedoliver]

I would like to glare at whoever desined the colors for the hnoc logo/nsrs/silly (they're pretty)

You'd think the colors would be easy to find in felt, right? Brown is a natural n easy color, yea?? WELL, I GUESS NOT CAUSE THE BEST I CAN DO IS THIS WITHOUT DYING SHIT. IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH AND IM ANGY. also holy fuck hnoc is a nightmare with all those feckin pieces

[spotsupstuff]

So Euros is a romantic? Does this mean he has the hots for someone or is he just a goof who is enthralled with sappy romance stories?

BOTH both actually!! at first he was just Kind of intrigued by the concept of romance. then he SOMEHOW managed to develop a crush which (with his apparent streak of weird ass luck) ended up reciprocating, so the small country sized desktop computer scored a girlfriend! it's her:

ofc she died at some point (and reincarnated as someone else) so he went through that intense grieving period but he managed to bounce back as an even bigger romantic fool than before without ever really seeking out any other partner again (which is why Both vibe checks work on him)

i am of the idea that the only Ancients that actually view the iterators as their ''children'' are the monks or those that are very religiously dedicated or the on-site construction workers that happen to be sentimental that way. Sparrows here is originally from the lower social circles that had no business even really thinking of living in an Iterator's city, but she was naturally Really good with tech, so she pursued her education in that general field and managed to graduate as an Iterator mechanic (which is such a big holy shit thing to do)

she was his second ever up-keep mechanic and managed to charm him Completely By Accident by being a goof (unlike the higher social circle Ancients that live in Iterators' cities) and by being interested in music, especially the folk one (folk stuff manage to survive easier in the lower circles. the higher ones are pretty much doin their damnest to purge it). she exclusively called him Caper and i need to feckin design her properly sooner than later

[wolfontheloose]

|| Wyatt & Ryden ||

Mars’ birthday had gone and went and after a whole day of nothing but siren’s company, Ryden was on cloud nine. He was floating. Levitating. Though after such a beautiful, heavenly day, it was a painful smack back to reality which they had to spend apart, either because they had to work, do chores or take care of the little toddler who was becoming more of a handful with each passing day. Back to life, back to reality. So sad. If only he could just hold his man’s hand forever and never let go.

It was transition time between his work at the car shop, Ryden was closing up later than usual because there was always late work to be hastily done, so he shot Mars a message that he won’t make it home before he has to go open up the Den today. With food on his mind, he strolled down the street, aiming to reach a fast food place nearby to grab a quick something to nibble on, until he could fix something up for himself at the Den. Casually strolling down the street with a whistling tune upon his lips because the place was really just down the block so no need for a vehicle, Ryden paused at a pedestrian crossing, waiting for the light to turn green when an electric buzz tickled his ear.

It made him lift his eyes up abruptly, just in time to see the traffic sign glitch, sparks flying out like there was a broken fuse box. Ryden made a face at it then casually side-stepped further away, just in case, hoping the light wasn’t now stuck on red due to this odd occurrence. He had half the mind to pull out his phone and call in to report it but then he felt someone step up next to him and things began happening in rapid succession. A loud crackle came from the traffic light box, metal and wiring popping, and like following an invisible trail of gunpowder, a thin line of flames descended down the pole the traffic light was sitting on, heading across the concrete right towards Ryden’s feet.

The werewolf only had time to exclaim something along the lines of ‘holy feckin’ shit!!’ before the soles of his combat boots were licked by the flames, not stopping there but heading also for the person Ryden had now bumped into, broad back first.

@wyatt-hennessy

[iiidunno]

I just finished the boys holy feckin shit

what do I do with myself now?

[inkydoc]

for the love of all that's holy why doesn't fallout 4 autosave after a big fight?? i have literally all of the autosave options turned on, but now i gotta redo the Mechanist bossfight because ✨️it just works✨️

simply wanted to use a terminal but forgot to exit the power armour and the space wasn't big enough so the character just ended up walking at the terminal, but not getting into position - a pretty common bug that happens with or without power armour if you so much as look at a terminal from the wrong angle, and the only way to get out of that is to reload a save

of course i forgot to save after doing the talk, because why wouldn't i be able to use a gotdam terminal :""D

feckin game had enclave shit crammed into it on top of everything that's already been crammed but game breaking bugs are still not fixed, thanks Todd

[a-very-questionably-unstable-box]

Holy-

FECKIN-

SHIT!?

iSVSHDUAUJW WHAT DID I DO TO GET GRANTED SUCH AN HONOR-?!

[bastardtrait]

Jakob got a purple kyber crystal and a lightsaber base and immediately didn't know how to act. He duelled with this random alien and promptly kicked their ass.

transcript:

JAKOB, visibly shaking: Holy shit. Purple lightsaber.

JAKOB: Changed my mind. I'm the villain now. Let's wreak some feckin' havoc.

[timelessxmemories]

Jesus feckin Christ holy shit I'm going to feckin fall over at any minute now, I think I need to lay down lmao

[merveiilles]

Something I just stumbled upon because I can't feckin sleep???? lmao But, MM.PPP came out 2002, right?

E-Kara came out 2001. I looked up E-Kara because I was just curious about a MM game that popped up on my you.tube recomendations. And holy shit? The microphones for that game, and the ones in MM look identical? I knew E-kara had a MM line of stuff. But I didn't realize--- that it came out before MM? Was that on purpose?

[strawberrysweater]

holy shit homie you deserve all the rest time and money in the world, your job sounds feckin Not Good As All-Get-Out!!!

you are not flimsy nor weak, not ever have you been, and i’m sorry that things are Not Good right now. you deserve so much better.

i love you homie, i hope everything gets better for you very soon💖

waaaa thank u homie ily2 💖 it's a good job in that i can choose when i wanna work so i can just.... work over breaks and stuff when i'm not at school, but yeah i wish it was closer or something having to drive 45 minutes to get there and then work a 9 hour shift is a lot

but it was literally the only job i could get :( i applied to so many places and none of them got back to me

[gutsngloria]

Holy shit. It’s probably not coincidence, imo.

It better feckin' be a coincidence though because that bastard has caused me ta mess up worse! An' I tried ta follow the script! I only stopped when I lost against him in Wyndon!

[ihatetaxes99]

Reason why I dislike Bakugo number 405 (since I started counting): I hate series where the trope of the main character constantly getting bullied and harassed for no real reason is employed in any major way. It's why I hate the tsundere character type and outside of Hachisuka, Knuckleduster and the cameos from main series characters, I don't like Vigilantes much. I was genuinely happy that mainline BNHA did not follow this trope...

Then, we have Deku V. Bakugo 2, where, due to mostly Bakugo's actions, Midoriya is treated like shit by his closest friends (including Ida, which is just low, man)

[moretreasurewithinarchive]

Quasimodois the epitome of baby, and you can't change my mind.