#junk yaps

[skywintry]

Surprisingly while gathering grumpus ocs and grumpsonas to draw, I've seen more of Shelda in the "hate" section of the likes and dislikes on the refs than Cromdo (who was pretty much manufactured to be unlikeable)

Shelda is a queen give her a ding dang break!!! She has done nothing wrong!!! She is just faithful to her religion and occasionally fails to recognize her own faults!!!!

Shelda i will always be your number two apologist

[27spoons]

i think the most unrealistic part of yellowjackets is that the girls haven't experimented with each other

like wdym

ur trapped in the middle of nowhere with no connection to civilization

odds are ur gonna die

everyone on the team is objectively hot asf ok (cue that one deleted line of nat saying that they all have nice tits or something like that)

I DOUBT jackie and travis were the only virgins. like ur telling me no one else is like "I can't die a virgin"???????

yall saw how horny mari and nat were on DAY 3. for TRAVIS. ur telling me by winter they arent more unhinged???? bffr

like you cant tell me that almost every relationship in the teen timeline is borderline homoerotic and only two of the girls have canonically boned

in conclusion: yall have literally eaten ppl. go down on each other. u guys r always fighting. like goddamn. if u just fucked already maybe u would stop

[skywintry]

This happens to almost every female character in the game and I think a conversation I had with my best friend applies to this situation

As much as I love bugsnax, and I haven’t been in the community since the beginning but I will NEVER forgive how a majority of the fandom treated Wiggle.

From her as a character, to her relationship with Gramble.

I LOVE THIS GIRL SO MUCH. And see so much of myself in her too. And to think people looked at her flaws, disregarded her traits, and basically drug her through the mud to make her look like shit and to possibly make Gramble look better actually pisses me off >:(

Especially for a black coded character…

[thelesbianluthor]

So we were blessed with Margaret Encino, got to see Amanda Maillard in action and also had a little Kristen in the end.

We witnessed the incredibly quick first date to marriage pipeline of Cody "Night Angel" Walsh and the quangled Loose (Duke) Baron from the Baronies.

Fig tried her best to propose and be the one to marry Ayda and even sent her an 80 minutes proposal album. She was only stopped by the unfortunate reality of not being of age.

Gorgug was having a not very good day as usual but at least he got it easier than Fabian last time so there's that!

Adaine and Pinocchio were mostly chilling and having a great time even with the weird circumstances all around.

Love how the more we quangle the more crack pairing and alternate universe ships we get. Sklonda and Sandra Lynn are canon in another universe and that's wonderful really

The more we go on the weirder and more insane the quangles get I swear and I love it immensely

[corirella]

So… I watched Thunderbolts*. Can’t stop thinking about it. Like I miss my Avengers, but I have to move on, though I lost my way when they did that to my girl Natasha Romanoff

Anyway, we’re so back!! The MCU is back!!!!

[wofpolls]

wait what are your thoughts on how moon and morrowseer were handled? if you're okay with sharing ofc

sorry i'm nosy lol

I don't think it needed to be explored more. I don't really see it adding add anything new or interesting to Moon's character arc.

I also just think it's refreshing for a character to not have baggage from the stuff their infamous parent(s) have done haha.

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Color having a junk journal and slowly getting Killer to also begin to have one. Color has multiple now.

[fatyote]

I always forget how rare it is to be so big that I can’t reach a good percentage of my own body, even amongst gainers

Oops, I’m fat

[skywintry]

I'm boning it up on team fossil you crystallites better watch out

[27spoons]

rifle does sound enticing….

this was just supposed to be some thoughts about nat fucking reader with rifle, but you get like. a full blurb. have fun, you fucking freaks (affectionate)

okay so you and nat go hunting, right? like you're useless with a gun, but travis is... idk being a bitch or something and wont come out hunting, so you tag along just in case she needs help bringing back a kill, yk?

anyways. surprise surprise, no game. so, you two take a break in the plane a few hours into the hunt, maybe snacking on some jerky or something similar.

so, you're chewing flavourless jerky and kind of annoyed (at both the lack of game and travis being a bitch) and maybe nat has also lowkey annoyed you this trip, for whatever reason. so, the next time she mentions something about the lack of game...

"yeah? mad you couldn't shoot a squirrel, hunter girl?" "fuck off," she mutters, tossing a piece of jerky at your face. "last i checked, i'm pretty sure you couldn't even hold the gun steady."

it's banter. it's fun. silly goofy mood.

but then, like a dumbass, you get ballsy. so, maybe you rip a piece of jerky right out from nat's teeth and try to run off.

maybe it doesn't go as well as you want it to, and she immediately tackles you to the ground.

"asshole!" she laughs, straddling your back and pinning you to the ground, "give me my fucking jerky back!" it's too late. that jerky is already in your mouth and down your throat.

you're laughing as you chew that fucking jerky. laughing real hard. and you keep laughing as she shifts her weight, trying to pin you down harder. like... she's basically grinding your face into the floor of the plane. all for jerky.

she shifts again, mainly cus she's trying to get better leverage on you (she's three apples tall, yeah, but she's fucking nimble), and you're still squirming beneath her like a fucking idiot.

both you and nat had completely forgotten she still had the rifle slung around her shoulder--

until it shifts. heavy and cold, the length of the barrel drags right over your ass, catches between your thighs, and presses flush against your cunt through your pants.

you freeze. nat freezes.

you both clock it at the same time. you clock the fact you gasp in pleasure at the sensation of the metal pressing against your (rapidly dampening) center before nat does. but the second she does notice it?

"holy shit..." she mutters, voice suddenly much lower than it was only seconds prior. "dude, seriously, just--" you try and wiggle out from under her, heat flooding your face--but she doesn't budge. if anything, she leans into it. "was that a moan?" you groan into the floor, but don't deny anything as you press yourself against the gun. "fuck. off." "oh, no. no fucking way. the rifle? you're getting wet from my gun? that's so fucked." but, surprisingly, her voice isn't condescending. no, if anything... it's giddy.

now she presses the rifle into you with intent. she knows what she's doing now, and so do you.

she sees your hips twitch, and she shifts again, adjusting the strap of the rifle so she can get a better angle. the metal drags slowly over the seam of your pants--deliberate now.

your legs tremble.

"jesus," she mutters, "fuck. you're really into this..." "shut up," you hiss, still facedown on the floor (making no effort to move away, mind you) "no, like, dude. this is hot as fuck." a beat, "...want me to fuck you with it?"

you weren't expecting her to say that. she wasn't expecting to say that.

so, maybe you whimper. maybe it's a yes. maybe nat knows that it's a yes, and she exhales a disbelieving laugh.

"oh, that's fucked up." but she's grinning, the motherfucker. "i'm so fucking into it, dude."

you don't really know how your shorts end up around your ankles or how you end up on your hands and knees, but you don't really mind. why would you? nat seems just as eager as you are (and, i mean, who is really more fucked up here? the person wanting to be fucked with the rifle, or the person doing the fucking?)

(...don't answer that.)

anyway, your underwear never comes off, but it's not like it needs to. she gets you off through the fabric (which is now embarrassingly damp. whoops!)

she presses that shit against you like it's her motherfucking job.

the barrel is cold, even through the fabric, but it doesn't matter. you're pressing back into it shamelessly as she drags the rifle up and down your slit through your soaked underwear, like she's tracing where she would fuck you with it if she was going to.

the friction is stupid. barely anything. but her voice in your ear? the way it's breathless and panting like she's the one getting off on this? the weight of her hand on the back of your neck? the way she rocks the rifle forward every time you push your hips into it?

"bet if i keep going, you'll soak right through these panties, huh?"

and she does keep going, the motherfucker.

she pushes the length of the barrel snug against your cunt and holds it there, firm and steady, while your hips stutter against it. she's not even moving it anymore--you're doing all the work. you're the one rutting against the smooth metal like you'll die without it.

"yeah, c'mon," she whispers, "come for me."

you do.

hard.

yeah. you don't think you'll be letting travis ever hunt with her again.

[where-is-the-angst]

just started a ‘bullet’ journal 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[overflowingteacupoflove]

guys I want my posts with my little font that I use now to feel like whispering in an apple orchard while I'm up in a tree tossing down apples into a basket and yall are ho,ding the basket and whispering back but im irishing whispering because if I actually whispered no one would be able to hear me so there's that but yall are for realzies whispering and I can't hear yall cause I'm like actually hard of hearing and I'm just nodding along to whatever yall say

[mylove-thresher]

Chat ya ni sé si me paso los cursos tengo como que 9 proyectos en la misma semana y una tonga de exámenes en diferentes materias si es que me puse a hablar con mis amigas sobre el suicidio aunque tenga tremendo miedo de morir no jodas es que no tengo tiempo para respirar ya no puedo más pasé por esto hace años y ahora termino así solo sáquenme de mi miseria a este punto

[sabr0nk]

ik it’s spelt “We’re Just Girls.fm”

but the link doesn’t allow the apostrophe

I’m not illiterate I swear

[devilgem]

btw don’t ask me how garyskips had that child bec i havent figured out how synthizens reproduce (yet) sobsss

[theneighborhoodwatch]

For your consideration: https://open.spotify.com/track/7pxB8XYqsP10L7dPAoIjiE?si=a3wWHBe6ROuAKHSxZItk9g&nd=1&dlsi=48e58717f8a74e1d

instrumentally i do not think this fits with the overall Flow of the playlist i have constructed, but lyrically it absolutely fits the prologue of WH and you can do whatever u want forever. WHCORE APPROVED.