i meme dankly, you can do

and i can't write without a stolen prompt from pinterest

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does your heart break every time someone gets mad at you and says “i’m serious” when you’re just joking around with them and you feel like you’ve taken it too far and you just feel like crying when you back away and you spend the rest of your day wondering if you’re really as annoying as they make you out to be?

[magicalboye]

my girlfriend wanted me to make a pink kermit the frog meme moodboard so I did

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inhale the aesthetic,

exhale the meme

[howelldaniel]

Honestly there is no better sound than Dan’s laughter

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phils off camera voice

[cheekybumsecks]

Dan mentioning phil without phil being a relevant topic

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dan saying “we” instead of “phil and i”

[breadbank-deactivated20240125]

every fatphobic response to fat acceptance:

FAT Aceptancce is BAD bcause its NOT healthy to b faTtY!!! !! EVEYONe who is fat dies IMMEDIATELLY and have DIabeats!!. it is literley So dangerous to love urself!!!! Everyyone loose weight if they just Eet les$s and exorcisze !,!!!!!.!! this is soo slimple. Srlsly!! my uncles fat Got him diabetie and he is BAd now!!!,,

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nigga it’s all tru tho. wtf are you trying to prove with this dumbass post

[ithelpstodream]

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nigga, why tf are you dodging all the health concerns?? you’re fuckin obese, aint nobody think you’re healthy except for you and that mindless cult you’re in

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when your parents call you by your full name

[lilnihilo]

Cis White Gay Boys using of tropes of Black Femininity to give themselves some extra sass or “flava”…..

Get that mess out of here….

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“gay boy using tropes of his personality to be entertaining to his internet audience, doesn't deserve to be called a mess”

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me watching all the logan paul drama unfold without being a part of it

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laurens: *hands hamilton his heart*

hamilton: my dear laurens, i will treasure this for as long as i live.

jefferson: *hands hamilton his heart*

hamilton: this bitch empty! yeet!

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what the fuck does this even mean

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Broken Night | Hamburr Fluff One Shot

Word count: 1,444 Words

Warnings: Mention of Sexual Assault

The clock ticked uncontrollably in the corner of the room. The sound of Alexander's typing sliced through the silence, tearing apart any form of peace and tranquility that remained. The dark purple bags under Alexander's eyes only emphasized the pain and tiredness Alexander was going through throughout the night, but the 85 page essay Washington assigned to his classroom wasn't finished yet. With John Jay flaking out on James and Alexander, Alexander was forced to write the other 51 pages.

Alexander sighed and looked up at the clock. 3:47 am. To say the least, Alexander was tired. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't focus enough due to the immense amounts of Monster and Red Bull he drank. The room was spinning, occasionally fading to black every time Alexander finished writing a sentence. A subtly quiet knock on the front door snapped Alexander out of his trance. He raised an eyebrow; after all, you would be confused too if someone knocked on your door at 4 am. Alexander stumbled out of his chair and into the foyer. He sneakily peered through the navy blue colored blinds in front of the door, only to see none other than Aaron Burr. Alexander's eyes widen at the sight of him.

Aaron looked like absolute trash; there was no better way to put it. Bags were splashed under his eyes, his face was swelled up, his clothes were no different to rags, and his eyes were red and puffy, as if he'd been sobbing. Alexander rushed to unlock and open the door. The door unlocked with a click before Alex whipped it open, only revealing an even worse looking Burr than what he'd seen through the window.

Aaron stared silently at the ground. His arms felt limp, and all he could feel was his heart attempting to keep him alive, although he couldn't think of a reason to. Tears stung his eyes, but he managed to pull himself together, before he would eventually have to fall apart again.

"Aaron," Alexander asked, his eyes widening at the sight of one of his best friends in this depressive state, "What happened? Why are you here at this time of night?"

Aaron looked up to face Alexander; their eyes met for a brief second before Aaron looked away again. "Can I come inside?" He choked out. Alexander didn't say a word; instead her just stepped out of the way to make room for Aaron as he stepped in. "Can I at least ask why you're here?" Alexander repeated in a more assertive tone than before. Aaron stiffed at the newfound assertiveness that Alexander had displayed.

Aaron shook at the thought of what was going on. He almost wanted to laugh at his own depression, as if he'd been wrong for considering it. But he didn't. He didn't laugh. He didn't move. His mouth became a stiff line as his hands shook. The tears that were stinging his eyes trailed down his cheeks. He brought his hands to his eyes, shielding himself from whatever humiliation and embarrassment he'd been feeling.

Alexander was dumbfounded at Aaron's sudden change in attitude. He walked closer to Aaron and cautiously placed his hand on Aaron's shoulder, careful not to scare him or hurt him.

Aaron only shook more. His legs felt as if they were going to give out on him, and they did. Aaron leaned on Alexander's shoulder as he slid to the ground in sobs; Alexander falling along with him. Alex firmly and quietly wrapped his arms around Aaron. He couldn't think of what else to do other than silently wait for the storm to pass by.

Aaron softly whispered the happenings of the night in between sobs, but they were unclear to Alexander. Alex pulled away from Aaron, bringing his hand over to Aaron's soft cheeks. He cupped Aarons face, wiping the endless stream of tears away with his thumb.

"Aaron," He whispered weakly, "What happened to you?" Aaron sniffled, swallowing the cries that were accumulating at the pit of his throat. He nodded his head and glanced down at he and Alexander's thighs. He took a deep breath and let out a broken sigh of pain.

"Do, do you prom-promise not, not tuh-to tell anyone?" Aaron pleadingly asked, looking up to Alexander's worried eyes.

"Of course, Aaron," Alexander explained, "I'll never tell another soul for as long as I live." Aaron let out another broken sigh at the reassurance of Alexander. He swallowed away any moisture in his mouth. "Okay," He assured.

"I, I wuh-was-" Aaron held back a sob, pulling his hand over his mouth, "-raped." Alexander's eyes widened at Aaron's confession. His head was spinning again; he didn't know how to approach the situation or what to say. Aaron cried more into his palms. Salty tears dropped from in between his fingers to the floor in a matter of seconds. Alexander pulled Aaron into another tight embrace, feeling his pain, his heart beat, and his breath hitch.

"I sti-still feel, feel them." Aaron sat up straight, still holding onto Alexander's bicep for dear life. "I hear their, their voices; I fee-feel the-their skin; I feel them... Inside of me."

Aaron's eyes teared up, but he dared not to cry again, despite the voices dancing in his head, telling him that's it's okay for him to cry; despite being in the comfort of his friend; despite everything he's been through; he never cried this much in the seventeen years he's been living; not in front of anyone at least. And Alexander understood this; he knew Aaron like the back of his hand; his quirks; his sense of humor; his laugh; his smile; and his past; he knew Aaron like he knew his own mind, and he understood his hesitation to sob in front of anyone. Aaron collapsed onto Alexander's chest. He allowed himself to get close to Alexander, despite his own constant voices telling him that getting close to anyone was never going to end well, and that he be hurt more than he already was. He let out a broken, tired, shaky sigh.

"I'm tired," Was all he could manage to choke out without breaking down again. He sat up from Alexander's chest to look up into his eyes.

He'd always seen the same determined glare in Alexander's eyes; the same kind of eyes that could scream "fuck the world" while simultaneously saying "I need to work." Aaron saw a painting of the sunset in Alexander's eyes; blues and greens sloppily, yet carefully, poured into multiple places, and a hint of yellow at the top, blending in with the rest of the image to create the perfect shade of orange, and align the perfect sunset.

Alexander stared back into Aaron's eyes; his heart felt as if it were going to beat out of his chest, but in his case, his heart was slow; like a cassette tape being pushed down on; he saw and heard everything as it was, but knowing the full picture was even more beautiful, he had to go faster.

He leaned in to Aaron; he didn't make  an attempt to stop himself, to save himself from potentially ruining the perfect friendship that he maintained with Aaron for years. Aaron didn't stop Alexander either; subconsciously, he wanted Alexander to be his own; with each passing day they talked, like a balloon, his feelings grew and grew, and like a balloon, would inevitably pop.

They both stopped and held their breath as their soft lips came into contact; their mouths fit perfectly together like two missing puzzle pieces. Aaron lifted his arms up and wrapped them around Alexander's soft neck. Alexander dared not to break the kiss and he placed both him and Aaron onto his knees, taking his hands and wrapping them around Aaron's delicate waist.

Alexander was the first to pull away; their foreheads rested against one another's as they stared into each others eyes for another time, refusing to part from each other.

"Aaron," Alexander quietly spoke up, refusing to ruin the peaceful silence they were holding each other in.

"Yes," Aaron answered, whispering softly against Alexander's lips.

"What if I told you I loved you?"

Aaron gave a soft smile and the sudden question. "I would probably say I love you back."

Alexander smiled at Aaron, softly pecking him on the lips before looking up at the clock on the wall. 1:13 AM.

"It's getting late," Alexander stated, "I think we should get to bed." Aaron nodded and stood up from the hard wood floor. He took Alexander's hand as Alexander led him to the upstairs bedrooms.

To sleep. To fix another broken night; together.

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Camwhore | Hercules Mulligan One Shot

Words: 977 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Masturbation, Profanity

Hercules sat on his bed at the corner of his room, his laptop propped up in front of him, illuminating the only distinguishably bright corner of his bedroom. The door was shut and locked from the inside; he didn’t want anybody walking in on him, especially his parents. He gulped at the thought of his father walking in on him, but shrugged it of as some worrying thought.

He placed his laptop on the bed in front of him, and propped himself on his knees. He slowly started to unbuckle the bely on his jeans while the glowing webcam recorded his every move. As the belt came off, Herc felt himself grow more and more impatient, but the man on the other side of the computer insisted he go slowly, and that’s what he did. He gently undid his pants, and slid them off to thighs, showing off his black Calvin Klein boxers to the strangers watching him.

Comments popped up like wildfire.

147 viewers.

Not bad. Half of the comments in question demanded him to pull his boxers down and “get on with it”, while the other half recommended he go slowly, and allow himself to “get ready”; he went with that half.

He brought his hand up to his cock, palming himself. He could feel the pleasure building up in his pants and lightly bit down on his lip. The webcam showed from his chest to his knees, and luckily not his face; he would never run the risk of being outed by one of his friends as a camwhore.

He rolled his hips a little and let out a soft moan. Comments poured in about how cute he was, and how much the men on the other side wanted to fuck him. He felt his cock twitch every time he would think about being under the grip of multiple men, getting fucked in every possible way, being spit on, getting his hair pulled, being called a slut. He loved it.

Impatience on both sides of the computers grew, and so did pleasure. Soon, everyone was telling Hercules to stop palming himself, and start fucking himself. Herc obliged, pulling his boxers down and gently grabbed his throbbing cock, slowly stroking himself. He let out quiet moans and groans of bliss, turning on his growing viewers.

259 viewers.

“Ugh, fuck,” he groaned under his breath as he brought his free hand over his nipples. He grabbed his nipples in between two of his fingers, playing with them gently, turning them hard.

His hand sped up, jerking himself off harder. With every blissful second that passed, Hercules imagined more men fucking him. He thought of being tied up, being fucked with dildos and vibrators, screaming the names of his masters as he came, being called a dirty whore.

“Fuck, me, master!” Hercules screamed. He covered his mouth, trying not to wake his family to his whorishness.  He continued to jerk himself, but soon became fed up with the boringness of his hand. He got up for a second and walked up to his drawer. He hurried himself as he puled out a small pink vibrator he normally used in his livestreams when his family was away, and a new dildo he got at the back room of Spencer’s gifts. He returned and showed his audience his newly found toys.

He turned his laptop around, showing the audience his desk chair. He suctioned his dildo to the chair. Pouring out some lube onto the toy, he slowly pushed himself onto it. He moaned into his hand as more comments poured in about his sexy body. He gradually started to bounce on the dildo, his moans growing louder and louder every time it brushed against his sweet spot. He grabbed his vibrator from the desk behind him and turned it on.

He let it vibrate in his hand for a few seconds before forcefully rubbing it on the tip of his hardening cock. He felt the dildo fucking onto his sweet spot, and screamed out into the palm of his hand, while the other hand held the vibrator to the tip of his cock. He re-read the comments and let his mind roam free.

He imagined three men on top of him. He felt one of the large cocks fucking him repeatedly, each thrust feeling even better than the last. Another man fucked his throat countless amounts times while pulling his hair. The other one sucking his dick, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock. All men threw profanity as him, repeatedly calling him a slut, a whore. He loved every second of being dominated.

He bounced on the dildo harder, positioning himself to pound into his sweet spot every time he bounced.

He felt a warm sensation growing at the pit of his stomach. He put down his dildo and began jerking himself off again. The feeling grew and grew. He quickly whispered under his breath “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” repeatedly. He read the comments one more time, all saying “cum you little slut”.

His head leaned back as his body went numb and tingly. He felt his the cum pouring out of his cock, and his cock twitch during every second of his orgasm. He was completely drained as he got up from his dildo and walked up to his computer. He said goodbye to his viewers and turned off the webcam. Scrolling down to his comment section, he read the last view count.

392 viewers.

He scrolled down to the donations box and scanned the number.

482.93$ donated.

He smiled in glee and shut of his computer. While laying in bed he got a text from Thomas Jefferson; the asshole of his college.

Thomas Jeffershit: tell you what. let me fuck you and no one will have to know about your little livestreams ;)

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people that make their own quotes are fucking idiots.

me.

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joey m. jeramiah

(m for mess)

at your service ;)

[justawritingaid]

To be a better writer...

Recognize that meaningless action doesn’t work as well on paper as it does on the big screen because it can’t benefit from cool music or fascinating choreography. If you want to include action in a story, make sure it has a reason to exist and that it shows something about the plot, characters, and/or setting.

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okieriete onaodowan is so underrated man it’s just really starting to grind my gears