#u asshat

[spiriituma]

lmao bc I may as well post this,,, man guilty of crimes against emma does a blep, story @ 11

[crystalfrost]

I hate moxxi

[greenlvngs]

MOTHA FUCKA YOURE ALLERGIC TO PINEAPPLE

BITCH DONT GET SLICED

[nbalec-moved-blog]

I prefer Marina and the Diamonds thank u

[mcnxviii]

tfw u become 3rd wheel in ur own post shout out to @phillcheese and @rrats12

[ancientmagusprince]

biscreaming replied to your post “OK BUT LIKE what words do u think describe me i have to do this thing...”

Submissive Asshat Tired

well i got two of the three on there

[ladymario]

Ok but every time I bring up with a male how scary the concept of growing another living being inside me - which can, y’know, damage me (ex: lessen my bone density) - and how I would definitely not look forward to destroying my body to push this parasitic being out of my pelvis, they give me such a disappointed look.

Bro, my life’s purpose is not to bring more beings into this overpopulated world. I’m sure you’d like children - you have to do none of the work to grow one, you literally have it so easy, so it must be pretty appealing from your viewpoint. But if a woman says that shit’s scary and she doesn’t want to do it, you better fuckin’ respect that. She’s more than just a womb. And you should realize how fucking awful being pregnant and giving birth are. 

[elicitthedarkness-blog]

❛ brush ❜

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“Shhhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay.”  He spoke as he gently stroked his fingers through his brother’s hair. He held him close to his chest the best he could considering the hospital equipment, but even so his arms had outstretched and pulled the boy to him when he walked into the room. 

There were cries of ‘I’m sorry’ and cries 'I’m worthless’ but even through all of it all the other had done was smile. It was one of those rare times within their relationship when Ventus put all the anger, all the jealousy, all the frustration to the side and was simply just glad to still be alive. 

It hurt to move, even to be in such a simply position as a hug, but with all the stitches and all the bruises it made just breathing a complicated issue.

He knew though that his brother blamed himself. He knew that he would probably never forgive himself for it either.  

Also knew full well that Vanitas had been lurking around the hospital waiting for a chance to see him without having to face his foster family. He understood it to a point, but at the same time he wished his brother would just grow up about it - because they could consider him family too if he’d just let them.

He’d asked Terra to go find him, to make his brother face him, because the true reality of the matter was that he needed to know that Vanitas was okay. He needed to know if he’d gotten out better than he did. 

Crutches and doctor’s appointments were the future that awaited him, and he only prayed that by some miracle his brother had been spared. 

Ventus had been on the passenger’s side, the truck had struck them with such force, that it knocked him out instantly. He didn’t remember much actually. His mind had blanked in that moment. He told himself he was going to die, and his mind shut off entirely. Then it was all black - the sound a crash and then nothing. 

He’d heard his brother’s voice calling his name for a moment, but he passed back out soon after. He’d woken up here in this bed with Terra and Aqua leaning over him in tears. 

All he’d wanted to know was where his brother was. All he wanted was his brother, but he knew that his twin was probably off in some self-loathing corner thinking that his other family would hate him for this, when really they just wanted to know he was okay as well. 

“Please don’t blame yourself.” He sounded aloud as he continued let his fingers work through black spikes. “We’re alive, Vani. We're alive and that’s all that matters. I’m just glad you’re okay."