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@pezdezpencil
Listen
I'm not saying that I get all hot and bothered before, during, and after watching 'Heart Boner' . . .
, but I'm not not saying that also.
Can someone get me a fan? And a cold rag? And a gallon of water? And a cold shower? And take my clothes off? And,
'Orgy for One' is an unprovoked treasure and no one can change my mind about that
The Shakespeare killed me!!!
That is a sexy group of gifs. #oddlysatisfying
#Now You’re Just Some Brother That I Used To Know
#but you didn’t hAVE TO LOOOCK ME UUUUUUP
MAKE IT OUT LIKE I DESTROYED EARTH BUT IT WAS ONLY NEW YORK
AND I DON’T EVEN NEED YOUR LOVE, BUT YOU TREAT ME LIKE YOUR BROTHER WHICH YOU KNOW IM NOT!
OMG OMG I’m actually wheezing
NO YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO SWOOOOP SO LOW
HAVE YOUR FRIENDS BEAT UP MY SHIT WHILE YOU HIT ME WITH THUNDER
I GUESS THAT HULK THOUGHT I NEEDED THAT SMASH NOW YOUR JUST SOME BROTHER THAT I USED TO KNOW
This is a collaboration with two of my loves that I never knew I needed
me: lmao i know jude law is gonna be evil, it’s obivious, duh
jude law: *is evil*
also me:
That was literally me when I watched it for the first time a few days ago
Seriously, we must do something.
Do you think . . ? Has he seen this?
why are men saying they didn’t felt represented by captain marvel jude law is right there
Can I get a "OhH yEaHhhh"
For anyone who needs some strength today, here's Straighthair!Dan
this is a whole mood tbh
I feel you, babe
For anyone who needs some strength today, here's Straighthair!Dan
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I’m gonna ask people to report this sicko yet again.
Don’t engage they want the attention just report them for encouraging Jared to end his life.
What a disgusting thing... I'm speechless.
Report this account
I’m gonna ask people to report this sicko yet again.
Don’t engage they want the attention just report them for encouraging Jared to end his life.
oh HELL NAW!!
I wonder if markiplier looks up smut of himself
I really want to know tbh
I literally just thought that, and this popped up ❤
I get on tumblr dot com, reblog 100 posts in less then 5 minutes, then i leave
A Saint
So. I did a little something.
I hope it's not entirely terrible, it is the first fanfic I've ever written. Please mind that English is not my first language, forgive eventual grammar or spelling mistakes. Would love some feedback! Next chapters following shortly.🙂
You make my dreams #1
Chapter 1
Pairing: Arthur x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Alcohol, Depression
Summary: You had a hard time lately and went home from work on the day of the riots, choosing to drown your sorrow in alcohol. Arthur decides to pay you a visit, joining the party.
* // Reader's POV // *
The world outside was getting crazy, fires and rebellion everywhere you looked. The sounds implicated weapons and violence, gunshots, people were screaming and running down the streets, destroying cars and windows and you watched, standing by the windowsill, holding a drink close to your chest.
Your eyes followed the countless people, passing by. Emotionless. Hollow. You decided it wasn't worth watching any more of it, so you went back to the couch, snuggling up in a blanket.
Your life has been shit for as long as you could remember and lately it has been especially mean. A whole lot of stuff came together and you figured to treat yourself for a nice round of drinking, until you forgot everything that's been bothering you. Tomorrow was your first day off in weeks, so you could pull off whatever you wanted.
To your own surprise, you somehow managed to get home alive and unharmed, against all odds. When you left from work the streets were already bursting with yelling people.
You picked up your pace at first, but nobody even looked at you. Maybe they just didn't see you, ignored you, like most did.
You weren't especially eye-catching in your own opinion. You were anything but tall and had never been impressive for people around you. Just a plain woman in her early thirties. You didn't wear fancy clothes either.
It was actually relieving, because no woman in this city wanted to pull attention from people, unless she was a hooker. Gotham was mean and you were glad people weren't interested in approaching you, for whatever reason.
And they all seemed to be occupied with whatever their whole rebellion was about, anyway.
You didn't really care, heard about it here and there, but nothing really managed to faze you lately. So, when your stupid colleagues bragged about Thomas Wayne, the rich and the poor, the garbage strike and the Super-Rats, your mind tended to wander elsewhere. You were too busy minding your own business, to care what the city was going crazy about today.
When you decided to get wasted it was early evening, after you got home from work.
You still had a few bottles of booze abandoned in the back of a kitchen cabinet and you figured it was time to put them to good use.
First you took a quick shower, using your favourite shampoo, which was vanilla-coconut scented and changed into something more comfortable.
Abandoning a bra all together, now wearing black shorts and a red t-shirt, that was hanging like a rag off of you. Your shoulder-long blonde hair was still wet, dripping on your shoulders.
After grabbing a drink, you took the bottle with you and went to the living room, sat down on the couch and turned the radio on, because music usually tended to cheer you up.
Today it just wouldn't work as usual, so the music accompanied you while getting your first, second and third drink.
You felt alone and thought of maybe calling somebody. But you couldn't think of anyone.
Your family lived across the country and they weren't the easiest people to interact with either. Not even mentioning that they wouldn't be that pleased by you calling them while being drunk. You didn't wanted to talk to them anyway, it would only stress you out even more.
You could call up some of your colleagues, they offered meeting up more times than one, but you didn't feel a connection to them and it would honestly be weird as fuck.
There was nobody. Well... There was a neighbour of yours that seemed interesting...
Arthur. Arthur Fleck.
He lived with his mother. You occasionally met him when you walked outside to leave for work or went to the basement to do the laundry. He wasn't much older than you and seemed to be shy at first, but as soon as he realized you weren't going to be an idiot (like people in this city tend to be), he opened up to you little by little and you found yourself rather enjoying talking to him.
You saw him being bruised more often than not and figured, people in his life must have been horrible. Especially lately. You never really commented on it though, once you tried, but he brushed it off with a nervous smile and you didn't wanted to bother him with investigating the story behind his injuries any further.
Although you would like to know. He was such a genuine and nice person, you felt like beating the crap out of anyone hurting him. He didn't deserve being treated that way and for some reason you wanted him to be happy.
Last time you met him, he was all through the roof with excitement for doing his first stand-up comedy at Pogo's. You had never seen him that excited and it cheered you up lots to see him finding something genuinely delightful in life. He told you he was planning to be a comedian and cracked some of the jokes he intended to do at Pogo's and suprisingly, you enjoyed them a lot and laughed. Your humour was rather on the dark side, like his jokes.
It seemed like he has been through a lot in life as well, lots of his jokes commenting on society and cruel people. His jokes were even funnier, because they spoke the truth you knew so well, life had teached you plenty.
He invited you to come see him, but sadly you had to turn him down, the past few weeks you've been too occupied. Your schedule of work tight and relentless.
You've thought about how his gig might have went a few times though, but you haven't met him since for catching up.
You could ask him for company. But knocking at his door, being drunk as you were, would surely be weird and make him uncomfortable, so you figured you'd just leave him be.
You wanted to go to him though.
You had a hard time processing it, never having been the type to enjoy relationships because love was disappointing in all your past experiences.
But you somewhat had a crush on that slender beautiful man from down the hallway. He was such a gentle and honest kind of man, rare to find in this city. More often than not you catched yourself staring up into his endlessly green eyes, having to look away not to blush.
And his smile was just breathtaking. Not the polite and brief smile he tended to pull all the time.
The genuine one, when his eyes twinkle and his cheeks get rosy. You enjoyed the sound of his laughter so much, you always tried to crack stupid jokes and pull faces, just to see it again.
Maybe after another few drinks, you'd muster up the courage to pull it off.
You imagined yourself talking to him at his door, maybe he'd loosen up a little, seeing you drunk like this. He could even invite you in! Maybe he'd even hug you and you could take in his scent. Fuck, now you were just being a creep.
He wasn't drunk though, stupid thought. He'd be uncomfortable for sure.
He didn't strike you as the type to party and drink either, being the shy guy he was. So staying alone it was.
You couldn't afford a televison, so it was just you and the latest music on the radio blasting through the apartment. As 'Daryl Hall & John Oates - You make my dreams' came on, you were already feeling majorly tipsy and decided to have a nice dance with your drink around the living room. You almost tripped when you tried to get up from the couch, another time when you stubbed your toe on the table in front of you.
You decided to abandon your drink on the table, so you could move both your arms while dancing. It must have been one hell of a sight, drunk as you were, swaying a little more than you intended to. But nobody was watching, so you didn't mind and lost yourself in the cheerful rhythm.
I've been looking for this for 2 hours!! I'm so glad I 'liked' it. I hope you realize how good this is for someone to think 'oh shit that was a good fic I read months ago I need to read that again right now and I won't stop until I do'. The essence, the aesthetic, the ambience!! ❤🖤❤🖤❤
Oh my god . . . I forgot about the Mishapocalypse . . . Chuck, I'm fucking stressed out . . .
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