#ooooof!

[dimitrescs]

*older woman gently rests her hands on my waist when passing by me* sorry didnt mean to moan so loud. are you fucking single?

[koffinrott]

@d-structive @oi-fischfuck @imtherealunknownangel @purple-anxiety-blog

Oof... Youse guys...

Institutionalized mess of a man who's no good and nothing but trouble. I'll give it that the guy has some moves. Fella knows how shimmy, shake. But the guy is a real featherweight when it comes to proper fist fight. Not to mention he's a total bitch. Did you see how quickly he rolled over for us once we got a few punches on him? How about how the was shakin' in his dance shoes when the Warden stepped in? The fella is a pocket-holder and don't let anyone convince you otherwise.

[lemonykleonella]

OH SHIT IT’S ZIM

No actual Dibs were harmed in making this artwork

he just found a random fake skull and put glasses on it, lol

Inspired by @riikaruh‘s artwork

also reblogs are really appreciated, they make me feel like an art queen

[outlawiism]

cherri was in his arms for a while, it seemed like was forever since her feet were on the ground. enough to calm down the shaking & every time she closed her eyes they burned from crying. it wasn't explosive , the world around them was quiet , and all that was left were hiccuped remains of sobs that blanketed the room hours ago. " i miss him. " she says , " i-i miss him -- I didn't even get to say goodbye. "

moments later , she would mumble something else.

" i'm tired , i wanna go to bed. "

there's no way to cheat      their shared pain.      Peter knows that the aperture left behind by the absence of their father is the kind of gaping hole that will forever remain open.      it will try to take from them when they feel weaker,      threaten to suck them into an endless void of guilt decorated with countless should haves      &      could haves,      blinking at them like dead stars forever out of reach.

if only he had more to offer besides existing in her proximity.      the Star-Lord doesn’t know how to be brave      &      tell her he’d prefer not to say goodbye.      he’d prefer not remembering him by his crimson gaze turning a pale blue.      he’d prefer to remember him as he was before he decided to be a hero for a change.      he quietly obeys,      leading Cherri to her bed.           ❝          i believe he can hear you right now.          ❞

random prompts for Peter  ★  | accepting mutuals only  !

[man-butcher]

" Excuse me! " Zuri raised one hand in the air as she hurried toward the stranger, her other arm securely holding a small child. The child's mother had completely forgotten to give her his pacifier & the baby's formula. Thus, she supposed she would be able to catch up to her quickly if she left the baby in someone else's hands. " I'm-I'm so sorry, but would you mind holding him for me for a moment? "

" The mother is right there. " In the distance, a woman in a dark coat was walking away, her form slipping further away with each passing second. " I don't want to fall with him in my arms. I'll be right back! " Whether he had said yes or no, Zuri would've handed him over, running to the mother while waving her hands frantically.

(lol)

The absurdity of the request is what caused the mind to pause, reflect. His predatory gaze flicked between the disheveled annoyance pressing the request and the dark coat moving further into the crowd. " Don't waste my —," he replied, his voice devoid of any concern. He had no intention of helping nor interest in her trivial problem for this wasn’t his business, and she was nothing to him.

Yet she didn’t wait for his response. In a moment of sheer desperation — or perhaps fleeting stupidity — she thrusted the child into his arms and bolted after the other woman. Really, to give away something so vulnerable to a stranger within Night City?

For a second's worth, Adam just stood there, the child awkwardly cradled in his arms. The irritation brimmed beneath his composed coolly exterior at the fucking audacity of the woman — to think she could impose a woman's problems on him, as if he were just another faceless figure in the crowd, some ordinary man she could rely on.

He looked down at the child, its tiny form fidgeting slightly whilst grabbing on to the sleeves of his suit, completely oblivious to the danger it was in. It wasn’t the child that angered him, oh no, it was the sheer gall of the woman who had forced this situation upon him. She had been reckless, thoughtless, and it made his fingers itch with the desire to wrangle her neck like a worthless cut of meat.

For now, he held the child with a detached indifference, his mind already moving past this trivial interruption. When the woman returned, she’d find nothing but the cold shadow of a man she’d never want to cross again. The bitterness of her insult lingered in his thoughts.

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃; randomised 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: @zvri 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Accepting

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

OMG YESSY SPOOKY MAMA the sequel of The Exorcist is finally here it’s dropping next month I think!!! Search up the trailers it actually looks great?? And Ellen Burstyn will be in it, she’s back she will be playing the same character!! OMFG CAN’T WAITTTT THIS SHI LOOKS SCARY AF 🎃🎃🎃🎃

[gabelandeskog]

blue jackets @ rangers | 01.19.20

[libertylol]

Ooooof! https://ift.tt/2Z80O8t