spooky-diaz-owns-my-heart420 - Brother of the Imperium
Brother of the Imperium

Just a totally normal human who can be trusted with sharp things and stuff :))

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Simon "Ghost" Riley is not a rapist.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not "punish" you so badly you have a miscarriage.

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not tie you up, call you a whore, and tell you to "take it or else"

Simon "Ghost" Riley would not insult your body so bad he gives you an ED.

Sebastian Kreuger would not Kidnap and abuse you.

Phillip Graves would not verbally attack you.

Phillip Graves is not racist or homophobic??

Nikto would not hit you for seeing his face on accident.

König would not throw you against a wall and call you a whore for coming near him, the dude has social anxiety..

idc what anyone says, if you enjoy any of these please get off the internet and figure out a different way to cope, this isn't even proshipper level, this is just wrong.

How are you going to headcanon a victim of SA as a rapist? How are you going to headcanon a victim of a lifetime of abuse as an abuser?

Headcanoning a southern american man as racist and homophobic just feels so icky!

Seriously guys please if you have issues, there are other ways!!!

I'm tired of blocking so many lovely accounts because of the amount of dub-con/noncon/straight up Sexual Assault that's in their reblogs or in the accounts they support and advertise.

There is a difference between tough and straight up fucking insane??? Maybe read the characters backstories and actually take their past into consideration because you guys kinda look dumb for making these characters so OOC. Please get help and keep your gross fics to yourself.

the space between his eyes showing on the arachnid skin is like a boob window to me

The Space Between His Eyes Showing On The Arachnid Skin Is Like A Boob Window To Me
The Space Between His Eyes Showing On The Arachnid Skin Is Like A Boob Window To Me

cover up SLUT

Now more than ever we need to make Tumblr unmarketable, do NOT invite the government into this space.

Now More Than Ever We Need To Make Tumblr Unmarketable, Do NOT Invite The Government Into This Space.
I Wish I Could Time Travel.

I wish I could time travel.

For what, you ask me?

So that I could come back to the days when I still had you.

To the days when you didn’t hunt my memories,

To the days when your smile was directed at me.

Even though I say it’s over,

If I could travel back to a year ago,

If I was strong enough to not let you go,

I’d do it all again.

Just saw the Borderlands movie... If I don't see any fics, or fan art of Krieg, I will kill my next door neighbor

Ive never played Borderlands before, and I've never heard of Krieg before, but I'm SO not normal about him

Just Saw The Borderlands Movie... If I Don't See Any Fics, Or Fan Art Of Krieg, I Will Kill My Next Door
Just Saw The Borderlands Movie... If I Don't See Any Fics, Or Fan Art Of Krieg, I Will Kill My Next Door
Just Saw The Borderlands Movie... If I Don't See Any Fics, Or Fan Art Of Krieg, I Will Kill My Next Door
Just Saw The Borderlands Movie... If I Don't See Any Fics, Or Fan Art Of Krieg, I Will Kill My Next Door
And Yet They Still Claim It's Not A Nazi Salute...
And Yet They Still Claim It's Not A Nazi Salute...

And yet they still claim it's not a Nazi salute...

Something I don't really see anyone mentioning is the overt violence of Musk when he was doing the NAZI salute. He didn't just lift his arm. He threw his arm out so firmly, so strongly, that his entire body rocked back. That was a gesture he did with his full fucking chest. It was violent, and that frightened me as much as the gesture itself. The promise, the anger, the conviction behind it. He MEANT it.

König x f!Reader, hurt/comfort but we pretty much skip the hurt part, kinda nsfw but not really, very mild mdlb dynamic

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König lays on top of you, face pressed to your soft chest, tears leaking out of those big, sad eyes you love so much. Mumbled apologies fall from his scarred lips, half in German, half in English. His thick arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close. You shush him gently, carding your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp in the way you know makes him melt.

"It was just a dream, baby," you remind him patiently. His fear is very real, something that haunts him so intensely that it follows him into his sleep. "You didn't hurt me. You would never hurt me, König. You know that, and I know that."

"But I am a beast," König whimpers, shame dripping from every syllable. He tries to hide his face in your breasts, but you don't let him, lightly tugging on the long, red strands in your grasp to pull him back up. He gasps, cock twitching against your leg, but his expression twists with guilt at his body's reaction. "I am a dog."

"No, you're not," you say firmly, but then your voice softens to a coo as you cup his face, the pad of your thumb gently rubbing the scar over his long nose, crooked from being broken one too many times. "You're my baby. Mommy's sweet boy..."

König's watery eyes widen, and he swallows thickly, eyes darting back down to your breasts for just a second before they flicker to the side, pale cheeks reddening. You let go of his face to pull down the neckline of your dress just enough for one of your breasts to spill out. König is still looking away, but his breathing picks up, and his body is rigid with the self control he's exerting to hold himself back.

"Go ahead, darling," you whisper, slowly guiding his head to your breast. The second your nipple brushes against his scarred cheek, he whines, quickly turning his face and latching on. You let out a contented sigh as he begins to suckle, his eyes going half-lidded as the tension and fear gradually leaves him. You can feel his cock hardening against your leg, but you don't offer to help him with it, and he doesn't ask. That's not what this is about, for either of you. Not right now.

You resume your petting as König nurses, murmuring soft praises that make his whole body melt into you. You know how much comfort this brings König, and it's come to do the same for you. You feel so connected to him, in these moments. So honored that he lets himself be this vulnerable with you--and only you. That he trusts you to show you the part of himself that he's kept hidden out of shame his whole life.

You lean down to press a kiss to the crown of his head, feeling warmth bloom in your chest when you notice that his eyes have fallen shut, his breathing evening out as he slips back into sleep. His lips stay wrapped around your nipple, and his nose is smushed against your breast. You smile at him adoringly, overwhelmed with love for your sweet boy. König has seen horrors you can never even dream of, and yet his biggest fear is hurting you.

It's how you know he never will.

I love warhammer 40k fans on here because they’re all like “I LOVE blorbius scrunklius, he’s such a relatable tragic character. The scenes in his book where he talks about how his father failed him always make me so emotional. He’s my sweet little babygirl and I would protect him with my life.” And then I look up blorbius scrunklius or whatever and his canon artwork looks like

I Love Warhammer 40k Fans On Here Because They’re All Like “I LOVE Blorbius Scrunklius, He’s Such
The Fallen Soldier

The Fallen soldier

The Fallen Soldier

The Fallen angel

Inspo: Alexander Cabanel

Bayverse Optimus Appreciation post

Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post

Bayverse Optimus Appreciation post

Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
Bayverse Optimus Appreciation Post
I Touched Grass A Few Weeks Ago And While Aggressively And Illegally Speeding Through Highways Like Blurr

I touched grass a few weeks ago and while aggressively and illegally speeding through highways like Blurr (for legal reasons this is a joke), I snapped an ✨ aesthetic ✨ sunset pic. But the vibes were giving OG Bayverse, heavy 2007 vibes, like BIG TIME, so I edited Optimus in there cuz why the fuck not? 🌚

(Edit: some ppl said it looked creepy and I kinda see it now so I added eyes to make it creepier. I like it the creepiness, it’s a vibe wtf?)

(Edit 2: I was having a rlly shitty time and then everyone that I care for on here just came in and started liking and reblogging and complimenting this post and I’m like… 🥺 thank yall so much fr fr 🙏)

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I don’t want to move on. There. I said it. I don’t want to move on because moving on means that what we had is forever gone. How am I supposed to cut the string when it’s the only thing that connects us?!?

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on.”

— Tupac Shakur

I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.
I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.
I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.
I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.
I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.
I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.
I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.
I Can Turn You Into Poetry But I Cannot Make You Love Me.

i can turn you into poetry but i cannot make you love me.

(creds will be added in a hot sec! my bad y'all ;p)

she's sorry.

she wants you to know that she's sorry.

sorry for the way she is, and how she acts sometimes. her brain is damaged; it has been for as long as she can remember. her anxiety is the first thing she wants to apologize for. her thinking process is is an error, an endless cycle. anxious thoughts race through her mind, day and night, round and round like a merry go round. from past to present, she remembers it all.

her trauma.

her insecurities.

the hurt.

betrayal.

her mind is telling her to worry about anything and everything. she's sorry for the days when when her tears stream down her cheeks, and uncontrollable sobs rack her whole body. how she trembles so much that her body is frozen, all while she sits there and wonders, "what's wrong with me?"

she's sorry for the scenarios that she makes up in her head; they all seem so real. you're leaving her. you don't want her anymore. she's not pretty enough. not thin enough. just not good enough. she's too much to deal with - unworthy of you.

but it isn't her fault.

her mind has been cruel to her. people have been cruel to her. but she's trying, so don't you dare say she's not. she will grow, at her own pace in her own time.

there will be a point where she begins to trust her new life, and that maybe the rug won't be pulled out from under her again. but on behalf of her anxiety, she is truly sorry.

spooky-diaz-owns-my-heart420 - Brother of the Imperium
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I can’t explain the feeling of how I watched you all move on

@theundergroundwoman // Brockhampton, LAMB // Boy Genius, me and my dog // Eileen Myles, Bone // Sue Zhao // Bleachers, Like a River Runs // @adampvrrish // Unknown Source // Ocean Vuong, Thanksgiving 2006 // @artintheasylum // Vi Khi Nao, Fish in Exile // James Patterson, The Angel Experiment // @lemonles // Mitski, Francis Forever // Adult Mom, When You Are Happy // @beetlejuices // Chelsea Fagan, How we let People Go

“I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.”

— Sebastian Faulks

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Everybody Wants To Be My Enemy

Idk how to explain it but Willem Dafoe, Steve Buscemi, and Christopher Walken are all the same genre of person

staff: so...

staff: a very willful, suave and sharp witted male anime character...standing out by personifying an unique type of handsomeness... Badass af... Smh questionable bc of their mysterious aura or unethical actions... Confident in their abilities and won't take shxt from anyone...

staff: ...Guess we need-

suwabe junichi: me. you need me.

Staff: So...
Staff: So...

the anime industry always needs suwabe junichi.

do yall think thomas’ boobs jiggle when he laughs

The New Anime Made Me Start Another Rewatch Of Trigun

The new anime made me start another rewatch of Trigun

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