#vaguewhispcrs

[ddcjas]

🤮🤮🤮 three bits

let’s have a big fucking talk.

okay so let’s kick this off by alluding to an earlier post i made (which i didnt tag or reblog bc USUALLY i try not to stir shit but!!!!) which is that yall actually like.........dont give a fuck abt anything that yall make these little psa posts for lmao. yall dont give a fuck abt representation or inclusivity, yall just make these lil posts shouting whats already been said for brownie points n a pat on the back to show that You Cared when Don’t! yall go back to the same bullshit behavior literally 5 posts after the one you reblogged cause again, yall just wanna look good and be the most Woke and Aware in the rpc tag but the real fuckin truth is that you just want acknowledgement on the internet that youre the new Mom/Dad of the tag and yall really gotta stop showing your asses and bandwagoning these posts for notes. seriously, stop it.

yall dont care about female muses. yall havent cared since the beginning of time and while it really is sad that muses who identify as female get passed over for basically ANYTHING, yall make a new fucking post every two months then go back to your same ships and behaviors and snapchat threads and whatever bullshit yall continue to do. you only wanna write with the females who are submissive and will willingly call your muses daddy and make nsfw threads about being your little cum slut or whatever. yall dont fucking care about em! just fucking SAY THAT and go lmfao like stop reblogging these ‘awareness’ posts like you care about literally any issue at hand when you dont

yall dont care about more older muses, more disabled muses, more muses of color, more fat muses, MORE ANYTHING and its so fucking super telling when you only rb for brownie points bc guess what? YALL DONT EVEN WRITE WITH THOSE MUSES EITHER LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[escapedartgeek]

tagging: @thescarletlord @vaguewhispcrs and whoever else wants to deal with this morbid trolling mess.

   “Do you believe me now?” Zora had mentioned reacting to accidents in weird ways, not getting hurt all that easily and had been questioned. To prove her point, she had taken a knife and just stabbed her hand and wrist quite nonchalantly and is now staring at her company.

Not only that, she has removed the knife from her hand - completely clean of blood. And the hole of her hand shows that she doesn’t have any kind of conventional human structures. Just a vague tear in her ‘human form’ that had already started to heal itself over.

“I told you. Look for yourself.“ With a devious smile she lifts her hand closer to the other person’s face just so they can see for themselves - check out the cosmic energy that was lurking below the surface.

[futurepop]

@vaguewhispcrs liked for a oneliner.

   “Do we have to? I mean, we could always ditch.”

[dxsole]

Famous

@madeinwakanda

@claytoncleaver

@vaguewhispcrs

@kindestvampire

@kvistgaard

“Who am I? Who the fuck am I? I’ll tell ya who the fuck I am--” He walks past the other, now pointing at one of the many posters littering the brick walls of the gym, this one in particular having him posed and smirking into the camera. It’s clear now what his occupation is, hands clad in boxing gloves and word of a fight splashed across the poster.

“I’m Donny Penzag and I’m fuckin’ famous.” Cue him making the same pose as he did at the photo shoot and making himself look even more like insufferable asshole.

[armsdealing]

@vaguewhispcrs / cont. 

The moment Rosario arrived, Dio had settled for a casual back and forth, tending to other patrons but mostly focusing on her. The other bartenders didn’t have a big workload on their shoulders either way; at this point of the night the crowd had thinned considerably, and only the long standing regulars were left.

“It usually works. Some days it works better than others,” he acknowledges. He’s poured himself a drink by now, and he takes a sip and sets it down before he adds, “today, it doesn’t seem so effective for you.” He keeps his tone soft, almost worried. It’s not an act, as there’s genuine affection lacing each syllable, and almost palpable in how he looks at her. Besides, he knows she’s quick to lash out when she’s had one glass too many, and he doesn’t want that; his mutation is at play, keeping the mood as non-aggressive as possible. “Have you considered talking about it?” 

[utt-archived]

new oc blog: *Starts following me*

me: who's the- *reads by kai*

me: *FOLLOWS*

[fbiartist]

vaguewhispcrs replied to your post: Are icons and text getting smaller or are my eyes...

people are using 40x40 icons now, sadly :/

I can’t differentiate faces on that shit. 

[spillseas]

feat. @vaguewhispcrs !

his knuckles are throbbing ; a steady, angry rhythm that moves in time with his heartbeat. and while the sensation is certainly painful, santos doesn’t seem to notice, or even care. if anything, his features turn with something akin to delight ---- an emotion out of place, all things considered. “these fuckin’ guns get better every year, huh?” the question is rhetorical ; a half-committed musing to punctuate the kick he gives to send the weapon across the pavement. “not that it matters. none of these idiots know how to use ‘em.” he takes a pointed glance at the body crumpled at his feet before his eyes dart in rosario’s direction, quickly assessing her form. “you all good?” the concern there is genuine --- santos already poised to hurt the men before them more, should her answer be less than satisfactory  --- but there’s a degree of motive there as well. he rolls his shoulders as if working out kinks he’s not even close to having, and his eyes gleam with something dangerous. “’cause we don’t got long to get in there.”