#whst does this mean

[updatingranboo]

GENERATION LOSS TWEET

[moonlightaugust]

“Ask me stuff” you STUPID CUNT. I’ll ask you something, you dumb brain managed to find and follow that obsessiv3x freak huh

What

[gooboogy]

I think it's good for your health to play in the fictional realm of something that disgusts you sometimes. It could be a ship, character dynamic, situation, the characters themselves, their beliefs, whatever. You don't have to share it or even tell anyone, it's just for you to experience, to sit with what you find to be truly grotesque and see how you feel and what it's like. I think it's a good exercise to do from time to time, enriches the soul, allows more texture in your life. You could come out of it feeling the same, you could come out of it learning something new, maybe it'll sit with you and you'll discover something about the experience weeks later. Disgust can be very informative and we assign so much shame to it when it can actually be quite valuable to go through and see what's on the other side for us. I promise it's okay and no one is getting hurt by this creative exercise as uncomfortable as it is. Go forth and play in the mud!

(please note: things that Disgust you, not Triggers you. If it triggers you probably steer clear of it or do this exercise with the guidance of a therapist)

[jessystardust]

Oh my god I've managed to change my working from home day from Wednesday to Thursday!!! I can watch the finale like 12 hours earlier!!! Fuck I'm excited

[peridyke]

this is such a delightful comment I love this. thank you so much

[avatar-aaang]

almost googled what dtf meant!!! would not have been good!!! Im fucking looking at printers!!!!

[the-furies]

had a dream where i taunted lowercase ex with a grilled cheese sandwich on Dream InstaTwitter. So. I think i am mentally unwell

[theshadowrealmitself]

There’s a trick for fishing, you’ll be able to guaranteed catch the first fish you ever try (something about stamina or something not going to). If you wanted to, you could catch one of the Legendary Fishes and it would be guaranteed.

This seems like one of those tricks that if I wasn’t going into this completely blind would be very helpful

But I will look into it, ty anon!!!

[jey-chan]

Now that is spooky season i would love to share some of the most strange conversation i have had whill working on a daycare.

On that recest time when the kids didint run or had an royal battle for a crocodile toy:

Kids: *craying themselves out*

Me: whats wrong?

1 kid: *explaining will craying and having and absolute serius face* we can not play with coco because the ghist poped on it.

My coworkers: *screaming and saying that they have to call the priest AGAING*

Me: *siliently* how the fuck does a ghost shit?

Also me seing my coworkers at the same time that i am cleaning the toy: what do you mean again?

[anonbinaryweirdo]

My wife just said like my full name and not the cute nickname she gave me

[angelhound]

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[lust4lore]

ARFARFARF so down bad for brattamer n casually dominant(by nature) kinda dark rafe n bimbo reader🤭🤭 imagine reader talkin to a random stranger in a bar or club or whateva she thinks its js a friendly interaction n shit after that rafes js there thinking 150 ways how to kill the guy for flirting wit his pretty little thing then she says it was a nice friendly convo n hes like whst???? yeah ahaha.... im obsessed pls forgive me

OH THIS GOT THE JUICES FLOWINGGG

the creative juices. get your head out of the gutter. that being said, thank you for your request! i hope i did it justice

CW: controlling!rafe, mildly dark!rafe, mmm kinda breaking my own guidelines w this one but VERY slight domestic violence? you get the point, manipulation

rafe cameron likes pretty things. so much, in fact, that he had known he was done for the second he saw you. you were cute— innocent— in a pink silk dress, ribbon in your hair and a sweet smile tugging at the corners of rosy lips. he just had to have you, and a year later, he did.

another well known fact about rafe cameron, though, is that he doesn’t share. and so, imagine his surprise when he comes back from the bathroom to see some man talking to you at the bar. he watches you for a moment, the rage settling in his veins enough to get his jaw clenching as you bat your eyelashes and giggle at whatever stupid joke that bastard just told you, pretty lips sucking at your straw as his gaze flickers down to your chest.

now that has rafe seeing red. he comes up behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist and causing you to slightly stumble back at the force of it. “hey, baby, who’s this?” he asks, fingers lightly twitching against your stomach. if you’re aware of the waves of fury radiating from him, you do nothing to show it, turning around in his hold with a naive smile and bright eyes. “rafey! this is alex, he wants to be friends,” you tell him, gesturing towards that sick perver— alex— behind you. “oh, does he?” he asks, but rafe isn’t talking to you, not really. if looks could kill, your new ‘friend’ would be further than six feet under the ground. “y’know, alex, i think my girl has enough friends already,” he squeezes your side, glancing down at you. “don’t you think, sweetheart?” the grasp he has on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin in a way that’ll probably bruise later.

you tilt your head, a crease forming between your brows as you lower your voice. “rafe, what- ow!” you yelp quietly as his iron grip bores into your ribs. he pays you no mind, though, still fixing alex with a chilling, eerily calm smile. “shit, man, i’m sorry, i’ll- m’gonna head out now,” the shorter boy mutters, looking intimidated as he staggers backward and rushes out the door. rafe gives a quiet chuckle at that and one of his hands grabs your wrist, yanking you closer. tears prick your eyes as he nearly cuts off the circulation in your hand, leaning in close to your face. “the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? letting other guys flirt with you like that?”

you let out a whimper at his harsh words, a tear rolling down your pretty face. “he was jus’ being nice, i-” you whisper, and a hint of satisfaction cuts through his anger. look at you, you need him, who else’ll be there to protect you from all of those gross guys trying to get a piece of his sweet girl? he sighs, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “c’mon, doll, you know better, did you see the way he was lookin’ at you?” you just look up at him, tears still sitting in your waterline as he presses a kiss to your trembling lips. “i didn’t mean to make you upset, a’ight? m’just trying to protect you,” he murmurs, and you instantly feel a little guilty for the way you reacted. “m’sorry, i didn’t know he was-” but rafe shushes you, stroking your cheek gently.

“s’okay, baby, you’ll remember who you belong to when we get home,”

[cowedboy]

There's probably someone out there who likes Apollo justice more than me. The thought saddens me

[ryeriy]

captians sister

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I was waiting for my brother Nico to come put of the locker room. He was my ride home since my car was in the shop. I couldn't do anything.

The devils won tonight. I had recently just started college in New Jersey, in drivable distance. My car was getting repaired since I got into a car accident not to long ago and just needed a maintenance repair.

Guy after guy came out of the locker room until one got my attention. Jack Hughes. He's been playing on the team since I was sixteen years old. He's now twenty-one and I'm now nineteen.

"Hey y/n." He said. I looked up at my phone to see him standing there infront me.

"Hey, what's up?" I said while looking at him. Feeling our eyes meet and lock together sent butterflies to my stomach.

"Nico told me to give you a ride home...he's going to a party with the guys at the bar tonight and asked me to drive you." He said while looking down at me for a second then quickly glanced back up at me.

"Why aren't you going?"

"I just don't feel like going out tonight." He said well walking towards the car and o walked with him.

"Oh okay."

"Does Nico every say not to date his friends or team mates?" I turn my head to the side. The question sounded unreal. Why was one of my brothers team mate asking me this? Does he like me or something? I mean Nico hasn't told me anything about it but im curious whst Jack has to say. We were getting closer to his car. Noe exiting the building going to the parking lot where he was parked. "Yeah he tells me all the time. Has he told you anything?" I asked.

"Yeah...he told me in particular and everyone else that you're off limits. I mean I never thought about you like that till he told us not to." All I could do was do a little mhm. Just thinking how this nig I t could end. Come on y/n, get your head out of the gutter! You're not sleeping with him...or am I? No I'm not, that's gross...but is it?

"Are you single?" He asks me. At first I hesitated to answer. Had to think about the possibilities of I say yes and if I said no.

"Yeah." My voice grew softer as he unlocked his car. Both of us getting and closing our doors.

Before we buckled our seat belts we looked at each other. He leaned closer to me and I let him. Nothing stopping us. He put his hand on the side of my cheek and softly kissed me. Our lips connecting together. We both pulled away before going in for a few more. Getting lost in the moment with him, our kisses getting more passionate. All we could hear was the rain that was hitting the car.

He pulled away looking at me feeling so tempted for another. "We should get going, it's starting to rain." Starting his car and made his way out of the parking lot.

We sat in silence while we were driving to my apartment. I could see out of the corner of my eyes his hand was moving to my thigh. I felt chills in body.

"Do you live alone?" He asks me. His voice is soft now. I felt his hand slowly moving up my thigh. Sending butterflies un my stomach. The tension is driving me insane. I don't know how much more of this I can take. "Yeah, just me." I said. My breathing was getting a bit heavy. Not too noticeable though. Pulling into the driveway I couldn't wait to get inside.

Getting out of his car he rushes to the front door with me and stands close next to me. Unlocking the door and walking inside he follows. The rain started to get worse so it I could see why he would want to come in. "You can stay the night if you'd like. You can dry your clothes too." I offered to him. He was standing right infront of me soaking wet.

"That would be nice." He said while moving closer towards me. I could feel his hand trail on the back of my thigh near my butt. Feeling myself leaning closer together. I was moving closer towards my bedroom.

Before looking at me he was placing his hand on my waist and his other around my neck pulling me closer to him and kissing me softly. It didn't take us long to get into the bedroom and start removing clothes. Our body's were wet because of our soaking wet clothes but that didn't stop us. I was lost in the moment and didn't care about anything but this.

Softly pushing me onto the bed. No hesitations into kissing my neck and down my body. I started to moan a bit. There was no going back now. No clothes stopping our bodies from being apart.

I felt him lined up with my entrance and then he pushed in softly then began to go faster. I felt myself getting lost in the moment. We both were a mess. Moaning messes. "Oh fuck! Don't...tell mhmm...nico bout...this." He said while feeling his high getting close. I was too. "Wasn't planning..on it.." I say while feeling my high build up.

We both reached our final moments. Before we could even talk we were both breathing heavily. Almost like we were panting. He rolled over next to me and we both layed our bodies under the blanket as we were regaining our breath. I had been thinking about what's next for us. Is this it? Just a one night stand or could there be more?

I finally had the guts and breath to speak. "What's next?" I asked while having my breathing under control now. I turned my head to the side just to see Jack looking at me already. "Whatever you want darling."

Oh. My. God.

The way he said darling spent chills in my body. This was going to be more than this. I wanted that. He probably wants that. It's a win-win. "Well I want something more than this." I said to him while putting a soft smile on my face, he chuckles. "Me too." He replys. We both were smiling at each other until it hit me.

"What about Nico?" I say. Nico would kill me and him if he found out I was dating Jack. Nico would also kill Jack for dating me. Nico would probably also be in jail for double murder, but that's not my point.

"Well we will just have to take things slow then." He says so calmly almost as if he doesn't care. "You don't care what he says do you?" I ask him. "Oh no, I do just not in the moment. Maybe tomorrow I will but right now I don't." He says while smiling at me.

I give him a soft kiss on the lips before smiling at him. "Goodnight Jack." I say to him while getting ready just to close my eye. "Goodnight y/n." He says back.

[pacifymebby]

the peaky boys with their own personal nurse/cheerleader that can handle violence but doesn't fight themselves just patches them up and tell them how good they did with a smile on their face

Loved this idea thank u for sending it in anon ❤️❤️❤️

Tommy

🌿 Not used to having a woman encourage him to violence? The first time he hears you say it "You are gonna kill em aren't you Tommy?" the "Aye love, I am gonna kill him..." he breathes, is almost incredulous. And when you say "Good," with a satisfied little smile his lips actually part and he's speechless.

🌿 He always discourages you "Shouldn't wish violence upon others angel, it goes against god..." but secretly he enjoys hearing you mumble "Fuck god," likes the way you cross your arms defiantly. "Atta girl,"

🌿 But he does always question you, he can't understand how a delicate creature like yourself could be so impressed by the violent things he does

🌿 You are though, it turns you on, being with a dangerous man, makes you feel dangerous yourself.

🌿You did once ask him to teach you how to shoot but before the sentence had fully left your lips he'd covered your mouth with his hand.

🌿"no, fuckin no... Don't you dare finish that sentence and don't you ever ask me again..."

🌿You could tell from his sharp tone and the knife like look in his eyes that you would regret defying him, so you accepted your place beside him, cheering him on but never committing an act of violence yourself.

🌿And over time Tommy grows to appreciate your violent streak, the way you never beg him to spare someone, the way you never cry when he says he has to go away... You're never scared he won't come back because you have complete faith in him.

🌿 And he especially appreciates that your fearlessness means that no matter what state he comes back to you in, you're always ready to stitch and patch him up. The sight of his blood doesn't make you feel faint or sick.

🌿"Bloods just evidence you put up a good fuckin fight," "Aye angel, reckon i did..." "That means you won doesn't it," he likes the devilish little smile which tugs on your lips whenever you find out the details of a fight.

🌿 But Tommys still Tommy so he doesn't share all the details with you.

🌿And if he didnt "win" and hes come back to you pissed off and all bloodied up you still patch him up with a smile on your face, telling him next time will be different, next time they wont be so lucky.

🌿He likes having someone believe in him so completely but he worries that one day he'll let you down.

Alfie

🐻 Isn't going to tell you about what happened, is going to tease you about the fact youre so interested.

🐻 "now what youve got me wondering here y/n, is... Right... Is why someone like you ey... Someone who's good and sweet and... Pure" "Not pure," "yeah alright alright sweetheart... Not exactly pure.. But still good right... why would someone as sweet as you want to know about somet as rotten and bad as all that..."

🐻 Enjoys the fuss you make over him, likes that youre his personal nurse, definitely pretends it doesnt hurt as much as it really does, but definitely always pretends hes youve missed somewhere you havent just to keep you there a little longer...

🐻 "well hang on a minute sweetheart what about here right? Whst about here?" pointing to his cheek, or his crotch...

🐻 But he's done so well and you think he deserves rewarding for all his hard work, even if he is a bad bad man.

🐻 A lot of these patching up sessions become intimate... You trailing your hand down his chest, past his now packed up wounds, to his trousers, nimble fingers unbuttoning and slipping inside.

🐻 All the more passionate if the trouble had anything to do with you...

🐻 Youre always telling him how proud of him you are and he loves to hear you say things like "My Alfies so strong and mean, he can do anything he likes..."

🐻 "Is that right sweetheart is that right... What if what i like... Is you?" hands on your hips pulling you back towards him.

🐻 Hes your big strong teddy bear who's mean to everyone but you and you know youre always safe with him, because he always wins a fight, one way or another he'll never lose.

Arthur

🍂 Doesnt need encouraging really does he...

🍂 For so long he was terrified of you seeing him be violent, he'd hold himself back in front of you for fear you'd be disgusted by the 'monster' he felt like he became.

🍂 But one day youre with him down the Garrison and a fight breaks out. You can see Arthur desperately trying to withold his animalistic instincts...

🍂 So you squeeze his hand, stand on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear

🍂 "Don't hold back on my account Arthur Shelby, know you want to kill him... This is your fuckin garrison eh?"

🍂 So he lets loose and he does exactly as he wants to... Restores peace in the most violent of ways and you'd be lying if you said it didn't excite you just a little seeing how formidable and fierce your man can be

🍂 But when he comes down from the adrenaline, he feels that familiar shame again, the guilt of what he's done, questioning whether he really is just a good for nothing animal. He tries to get away from you, out of your sight because hes so ashamed but you rush to him

🍂 "Arthur Shelby where do ye think youre going?!" you grab him by the shirt collar and before you do anything else you plant a passionate kiss on his mouth, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

🍂 "Did so fuckin good arthur, bastard had it coming, you did so fuckin good."

🍂 Patching him up involves struggling to keep your hands off him, taking his face in your hands, deep kisses.

🍂Fucking him slowly to calm him down

John

🌼 You've been patching john up after scrapes and tumbles since you were both just kids so you're both used to the routine by now.

🌼Even if the injuries are somewhat more serious now... You were never one to squirm at the sight of blood. Only change from your childhood is that now when John comes back with a bloody lip, he doesnt have to beg you to kiss it better.

🌼 You arent averse to violence but you do get scared when you see a fight break out... You've guns and knives to worry about, youre not kids anymore.

🌼So youre always relieved to be cleaning him up after a fight, at least youve got him there with you to clean up.

🌼 You get worried one day he'll bite off more than he can chew but whenever you tell him that he just makes a joke out of it... "what with this big mouth? Nah love" gnashes his teeth at you to prove the point and make you laugh.

🌼His adrenaline from the fight and your adrenaline from worrying leads to some passionate scenes once hes bandaged up.

🌼 You think hes a fucking idiot but hes your idiot and you wouldnt change things for the world.

🌼 And you always tell him youre proud of him, hes never going to let you down, youre sure of that.

🌼 Your voice has been heard on more occasions than one to be shouting from a crowd of onlookers... "come on John boy, where it fuckin hurts!"

🌼And sometimes youre the reason he decides not to hold back... "I'd throttle him for that if i were you..."

🌼So half of small heath fears youre just as wild as him...

🌼 And you might have a wild flame burning inside you, but for the most part youre a gentle soul who always takes care of her man with a smile on her face.

Bonnie

🍀You just couldnt be a fighters girl if you got upset over a bit of blood... Thats something youve had to remind Bonnie of many times

🍀Because he always expects you to wince when you see him after a fight, or get scared when you watch him in the ring, especially when hes fixing a match for tommy and hes practically letting himself get hurt.

🍀But no, youre not bothered by a bit of blood, you're a gypsy girl and youve seen worse..

🍀And you're the loudest voice yelling encouragement for him from the crowd, youre always bursting with pride for him and you wouldnt miss one of your boys fights for the whole world.

🍀 Its your voice which really gets him riled up, gives him that extra shot of adrenaline to get him through a tough fight.

🍀You always patch him up after a fight, he won't let anyone else do it. Likes how careful with him you are.

🍀 "youve got healing hands little dove,"

🍀Pretends to be more hurt than he is because he enjoys how you spoil him with affection and sympathy.

🍀The other reason youre the only one who is allowed to patch him up, is that no one quite stokes his ego like you do. Telling him how amazing he did, how proud of him you are. How good he looked up there in the ring.

🍀Aberama thinks you're daft and tells you as much "That boys got you wrapped round his little finger love..." and you know its a little true.

🍀But after awhile Bonnie will send everyone else away, leaving just the two of you alone... Because all your careful little touches and your sympathy makes him needy for his little dove.

🍀" show me how proud of your fighter you are dove..."

🍀Its different if its Peaky Fighting though, that does scare you a little. You are scared he'll get himself killed one day and you don't like Tommy Shelby, you dont trust him and you don't think Bonnie should either.

🍀It doesnt stop you giving him that encouragement though, it just sounds a little different. "You're not gonna let em get you Bon..." "Make sure you come back to me in one piece," and when he does come back to you and the injuries aren't too serious and hes definitely alright, you put your head against yours, all relieved smiles and say things like "thank you, thank you for coming back to me,"

🍀You're very proud of him/to be his and youre always reminding him that you're his girl. "My fighter boys gonna be the most famous fighter in the world,"

Isaiah

🐀You knew what you were getting yourself into dating a peaky boy so youre not shocked when he comes back to you with the odd split lip or brow.

🐀Most of the time youre there to witness the fighting anyway, you never flinch when you see him getting hurt, you never scream or make a fuss, you wouldnt want to distract him from his work

🐀Youre not a violent girl but youre supportive of your mans work and if theres peaky enemies on the streets its him you trust to get rid of them, you make no secret of that amd you tell him all the time.

🐀"Don't show em any mercy," "You show em, you don't fuck with the peaky blinders..."

🐀If Isaiah isnt worrying then you don't either, no matter how many cuts and bruises there are, unless he tells you to worry you never will. You dont know if that means youre just as reckless as him, or whether it means you just trust him completely and without question.

🐀Either way, he doesnt have to worry about scaring you and when youre patching him up he tells you he's proud of you for being such a brave/strong girl. He loves that youre fearless.

🐀He also loves knowing he wont get into trouble with you for fighting, that you'll want to know all the details.

🐀He enjoys telling you exactly whst happened, your excitement inflates his ego and he might even exagerate his own role in the fight just to impress you more.

🐀Is very cheeky to you, "Aren't you going to thank me for keeping you safe from all those bad men..." and by thank he means fuck.

🐀And youre always happy to oblige, you especially like getting down on your knees and taking him in your mouth.

Michael

☘️Between you and his mother he's sick of being fussed over actually. He rolls his eyes at the two of you and is sullen the whole time youre patching him up

☘️Mostly because his mother is going mad at him for even being involved in the kind of peaky business that gets you shot at.

☘️But youre not mad at him, youre proud of your man for making a name of himself as a blinder.

☘️When you first rush to him youre smiling, you want to know everything that happened and hear him tell you about how good he fought

☘️But one look from Polly shuts you up and wipes that smile clean off your face.

"Silly girl! Michael don't you listen to a word that child says, you don't fuckin get yourself into anymore of these bloody fights alright?" "Aye alright mum alright"

☘️But he shares a look with you, a cheeky little smirk which tells you to be patient, thst he'll tell you everything just as soon as his mothers gone.

☘️Polly doesnt leave until shes satisfied he is alright, "And don't you go putting any ideas in my sons head, no encouragement!"

☘️Youre scared of Polly Gray but not scared enough to stop you asking questions the second she leaves the room.

☘️ He tells you everything but he definitely exagerates his part in the fight and how well he did just to impress you and get you excited.

☘️Whilst hes telling you hes touching you, carressing you, trying to excite you in more ways than one. Takes you to bed and fucks you hard, taking all his frustrations out on you.

☘️Afterwards you straddle him, looking down at him, begging him to tell you again about how good he fought, how strong he is.

[divinemackerel]

you are a sootbur fujoshi though

UNPROMPTED???? KILLING YOU???? Whst the fuck does rhat even mean????