#time to embrace cringe

[starjammin]

Hey, Hey, Hey, Lover !!

[berenshand]

one of my favourite little things about the murderbot diaries is how present all secunit's friends are even if they're not actually physically present. it doesn't do the annoying thing where it jumps through hoops to bring back characters that aren't really relevant to the narrative but it also doesn't do the other annoying thing where it pretends they never existed either. like secunit talks about art and mensah all the time even when art or mensah aren't in the book. it's clear how bharadwaj has impacted its personal growth even when she's literally on another planet. it complains about gurathin and pin-lee when they're not there. it's still sad about miki and don abene and it mentions tapan and maro and rami even though it only knew them for a few days (because when you're new at being a person every interaction with other people is important even if it's short). iris reminds it of mensah. iris also reminds it of ratthi. its hair is fluffy bc it let amena play hairdresser off-screen and it messages her so she knows it's okay. it doesn't have to worry about protecting volescu anymore because volescu retired thank goodness. it's still using thiago's language module. etc etc etc

it's such good writing because it's such a little thing that gives the characterization and relationships greater depth and also reinforces the running theme of friendship in the series and then also subtly gives this sense of 'the people you love are a part of you/your story' and also reinforces secunit's role as a storyteller because it's constantly telling little stories about all its friends.

[tcustodisart]

I'm pretty sure that the 'swimming lesson' just straight up killed this goofball. Anyway, my favorite thing about patch 6 are the stool lines. Shadowheart calling my Tav 'love' is on par with Jaheira calling him 'cub'. I'm also uploading them without the background so they can sit on my dash.

[lazylittledragon]

hi i'm unw el l

[deadeyedfae]

🤍 Second puberty obviously means we can take as many cringe selfies as possible. Come on, let's see all you show off your inner teenage angst

[giddlygoat]

i have SO many ducks LAWL

my mind is basically a big cartoon duck / silly robot melting pot rn and i always forget to post things as i finish them so i’m putting them all together. we got some donald, high roller, scrooge, my shameless ducktales oc [thinking of naming him Oliver Branch teehee] and a silly scrawl featuring chip inspired by a giggle shared with some chums ohohoho

[lilbitofmac]

He had to be put in the timeout jar…

[heavyshrimp]

save me calsere save me

[usuallyrated2stars]

Saw this post and decided to not go to sleep for the next hour.

I got a giggle.

[nuclearanomaly]

They are here and they are everything!! 😭💖

[angelbitezzz]

Alright!! Day 5!

Something of a fanfic under the cut

One TV marathon later, both the human and the skeleton had knocked out cold on the couch. No one could really blame them—that ratty old thing was broken in well, the plush green cushioning providing ample comfort that left Sans drifting within minutes and Angel slowly sinking down onto her side over the course of the first episode and then unconscious after the fifth. Their soft breathing became the only sound in the room once the tape recording of some random sitcom from the surface had finished playing.

"SANS, ANGEL, I—OH. OOPS."

The tall skeleton had entered the house with fist raised and chest puffed, ready for some statement. But finding his brother and his human friend asleep threw a wrench in his plans. He looked at them for a long moment with a critical eye and then opted to silently run upstairs and grab a blanket from Sans's room, mouth twisting in a grimace as he shook a throw free from the balled up wad of stained sheets and various cloths at the end of his mattress.

"HONESTLY, IT'S LIKE IM THE OLDER BROTHER AROUND HERE." Papyrus muttered to himself (not at all frustrated despite his words) as he tossed the blanket over the two on the couch and arranged it so it mostly covered them. "YOU OWE ME ONE, SANS."

[highbrasshighkass]

"We will always struggle, but that is the test. It's the choice to keep fighting that makes us who we are."

—Cere Junda

[silent-scribbs]

[generic-whumperz]

Thinking of a whump/horror scene: okay, good, good…but how can I make it worse?

[pisscreant]

There is an angel and a devil on my shoulder. One urges me to appreciate the sheer beauty of the story and its message for what it is. The other wants the pixel people to be happy forever after the end.

[miss-celestia13]

For Fun! Scottish Smut 😌

I wrote this ages ago as a joke for my friends, a smut scene written in Scottish slang! After all, all Scottish people are bilingual 🤣 I just discovered it in my notes as I was cleaning them out and thought I’d share it here for the laugh. I hope it makes you chuckle because it won’t set your knickers on fire 😂

Without further ado;

Jimmy and Senga’s mad night oot!

Words: 585

What some words mean:

Swalleys - swallows

Boattle - Bottle

Stoatin - stumbling

Spunked - Cummed

Tadger - Cock

Pump - Fuck/Sex/shag - rumpy-pumpy means the same thing!

Fanny - Cunt

Bean - Clit

I just had a full body cringe typing that last one, so you can figure the rest out or ask me if you get confused🤣

They wur passin the boattle ae Bucky between thum. Takin huge swalleys as they walked hame fae the pub. Stoatin’ aboot like a clumsy gazelle oan her primark special high heels, Senga wiz clingin’ tae Jimmys arm while he grabbed hur arse, and whispered sweet nuttins in hur ear.

“Jist you wait tae we git hame, doll. I’m gonnae pump you rotten.”

He always kent jist whit to say to make her knickers wet. No that she wiz wearing any. He’d gied her a gid wee finger poking in the pub loo’s jist afore they wur kicked oot for arguin way the barman when he widnae serve thum anymare vodka ridbulls. She’d loast thum somewhere ‘atween the mens loos and the bar. Stumblin upti the frunt door, Jimmy drapped hur keys twice afore he managed tae unlock it and dragged hur in.

He hud hur shoved against the door afore she kent what wiz happenin. Jimmy gied hur the sloppiest kiss ar hur life, tastin like drink, and regret as he forced his tongue doon hur throat. The hawf empty boattle ae Buckfast clattured tae the flair as he shoved a haund up her skurt and poked aboot until he foond her bean and gied it a wee flick so she jumped.

“Cannae wait any longer, doll.” He said, breath soaked in Bucky.

“Dinnae then, i wanted yeh tae shag me back at the pub.” She replied as he hiked hur skurt oer hur hips and pulled his hard tadger oot ae his best trackie bottoms.

She wiz soon oan hur knees in the hallway, Jimmy grabbed haud ae hur hips afore he pushed inside her wet fanny, sayin’ filthy hings as she shouted in surprise.

“Yer jist a wee durty. Ye’ll no be able tae walk the morra.”

Usually, when it came tae the auld rumpy-pumpy, Jimmy wiz a two-pump-chump in bed, bit when he hud a drink in him, he lasted at least ten and she’d only coonted two so far.

“Shut yer moof and dae it then.” She said and yelped when he smacked her arse and thrust harder.

Jimmy laughed as she pushed back tae make him go fastur and called him a useless basturt when he slowed right doon insteid.

“Calm doon wuman, a ken whit am dain!”

He did and he didnae. She’d coonted seven thrusts noo, and kent he didnae hae much left in him, so she took maetturs intae hur ain haunds and balanced oan wan elbay so she could fiddle wae hur bean. Jimmy was gruntin and groanin, sweaty haunds slidin oer hur arse as he loast all sense ae rhythm. A flew flicks and she wiz almost there, fingurs moving so quick as Jimmy pounded intae her fanny once, twice, and she felt her fanny flutter aroond his tadger jist afore he spunked in her.

There wiznae fireworks or stars when she came. No wae Jimmy, bit it felt gid and her boady wiz fizzing fae the drink and orgasm. Jimmy fell oan tap ae hur and crushed her intae the carpet. She wiznae comfy, but couldnae be arsed movin noo. And so Jimmy and Sengas mad night oot ended wae them both passed oot in hur hallway. Senga couldnae mind if he’d locked the door. Ah well, any cunt that tried to burgul thum wid be in fur a shoack when they foond thum bare arsed and covered in spunk. The thoat sent hur tae sleep wae a grin oan her face.

……………*

Oh, fuck me gently 🤣 I forgot how bad it is and I’m crying laughing that I’m posting it here 😂 hope it made you giggle or smile, at the least 🤭❤️