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I love when in a story everything is BAD and everything goes WRONG and everyone is HURT and TRAUMATIZED and SAD BUT ONLY If in the end everything is GOOD and everything goes RIGHT and everyone is HEALING and IN LOVE and HAPPY
I am one more "HOT AI EMMA WATSON TIED UP IN SHOPPING CART PUSHED BY FROG WOW SEXY CELEB" post away from leaving this site for good omg LEAVE ME ALOOOOONE!!!!!
how do people get haiku bot to notice them??? how do they get found??? how do they search for them??? Haiku bot is on so many varied different kinds of post, how do you call them in? Do you just have to be a famous post?? do you just have to get popular enough? How does the robot find you
helped my parents baby sit my niece and nephew and literally cannto come up with words, canot promtp tonight t<# tomorrow FOR SURESIES <3 LovE YOU!!!!
Tumblr was down for HOURS for me for some reason??? Constant loading and unclickable notifications and messages lmfao Anyways! Too tired to write the prompt and it's late af now, so back on my bullshit tomorrow <3 love yall
Just saw a comment on a post telling us that gays are going to hell and it's a huge sin and there are "sources" that explain this fact First of all, not everyone has the same religion as you Second of all, God doesn't give a single flipping fuck that you're a lesbian Third of all, if you're against lgbtq what are you doing on TUMBLR?????
I wouldn't even care, bloody mouths adds to the sex appeal, you're living my dream
people born with naturally pointy-ish ears / sharp af canines how does it feel to have won?
I TAK EONE SLEEP AND THEY CHANGE THINGS??
WHY DO COMMENTS LOOK LIKE THAT NOW IT'S NEW I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT IT'S NEW IT'S DIFFERENT I HATE IT
STOP LOOKInG AT ME WEIRD FOR CRYING!!!! NO I AM NOT SAD NO NOBODY DIED THIS FIC IS JUST REALLY GOOD WHJGPAHGPAHW
MY MIGRAINE IS GONE!!!!
PILLS FINALLY CAME!!!!!!!!!! TOOK A TABLET, TOOK A nAP, WAS CURED!!!!!!!!! EXPECT REGULAR POSTS AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So proud of my state, look at our mighty decor
this is the funniest fucking billboard possible. who the fuck paid for this
I just really enjoy characters with soft pretty faces and big wet doe eyes and lustful parted lips who look so so so so so so innocent but in reality are a complete BITCH
whump stuffs: gift edition
Sept sat alone in their room, missing their best friend. They stared at the photo on their phone, the last photo they had before their world fell apart three months ago. Standing in front of a really cool boulder, their best friend, Kylie, standing next to them, a big grin on her face like she normally had.
"Sept?" Sept's mother whispered as she entered the room. "I have a gift for you,"
Sept stood up and followed their mother out of the room, not speaking.
Their mother took them down to the basement, the place that Sept was never allowed to go.
Their mother opened a locked door with a key, and on the other side, a thin figure sat in the corner, her wrists bound behind her, a gag in her mouth, and eyes covered with a tight strip of black fabric.
"Happy birthday, Sept."
The person looked in the direction of the voice and let out a muffled scream.
"Go talk to her," Sept's mother coaxed.
Sept glared at their mother, this was needlessly cruel, the poor girl.
Sept walked closer, and in the dim lighting, the person slowly increased in familiarity beyond the scars.
Sept pulled the gag out and pulled down the blindfold, then hugged Kylie.
Kylie wriggled out of their grip and whispered, "Please, Master, I swear, I did nothing wrong, your son didn't see me, I swear, I swear, I-"
She broke into a sob and Sept's mother grabbed her and shoved her into the wall and snapped, "Why did you let him take off your gag you little brat!"
"Stop!" Sept snapped. They shoved their mother away from Kylie and grabbed the oddly light form of their best friend and ran out of the basement, then shut the door behind them. They threw their weight against the door as they set down Kylie, and Kylie stared at them weakly, not acknowledging them.
Guess what? It’s Hero x Villain time :D
Quick thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, your advice & editing was very much appreciated :] Tw: Cursing ================================
Book Club
A book club. A fucking book club. Supervillain glared at Villain, who was adverting their eyes away from their gaze. They sighed, trying to not blow up over the fact that not only was the Villain HQ being shown off to civilians, but that it was advertised as a book club. Not even something cool like a fight club, but a book club.
“Villain, I’m gonna give you five seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t fire you right here & right now.” Supervillain growled, staring at the younger member. Villain flinched, a hand going to the back of their neck as they looked up at the supervillain. “Well?”
“I- You see boss, I saw you reading Pan's Labyrinth yesterday & I was coincidentally reading it too, so I thought we could maybe get more people to read together. Plus the fact that you don’t really have any friends outside of work-” Villain cut themselves off as they realized what they said. Supervillain narrowed their eyes, arms crossing against their chest. It was true, being a supervillain often led to not getting much time outside of work, much less time to make friends who weren’t always planning evil schemes with them. Though, they didn’t want to admit it. Supervillain sighed, a hand going to rub their temples a futile attempt at calming themselves.
“Listen, kid, I appreciate you wanting me to get out more, but you need to mind your own damn business sometimes, okay?” They said, trying to keep their irritation at bay. Villain nodded, looking back down at their feet. “Now, go out & take down those posters before someone actually comes, alright?” Villain laughed nervously, once again raising a hand to the back of their neck. Supervillain raised an eyebrow at them.
“Uh, heh, bout that..” Villain said, trailing off slightly. The supervillain groaned, unmasked irritation & anger in their voice. They gestured Villain to the door, a silent command to bring them to the idiots who decided to join the ‘Book Club’. Villain flinched, speeding to open the door for their boss before scurrying ahead to lead the way.
After an incredibly awkward elevator ride, they made it to the lobby. The cheery elevator music did nothing to quell the tension between the two of them. The elevator opened with a resounding ping, & Villain hurried to ahead of Supervillain. They peered out to notice the single civilian, who was happily chatting to the receptionist about lord-knows what. The echoing of Supervillain's steps alerted Civilian to their presence, making them turn, a blinding smile wide on their face.
“Howdy! Are you the leader of the book club? I’m Civilian & I’m glad that there's still book clubs here in the city. These days it's all about social media & superheroes or whatever. So when does it start? I noticed that nobody else was here so maybe I’m just early? Oh well-” Civilian chattered, completely unaware of the confused & downright irritated supervillain in front of them. They were rambling far too fast for Supervillain to hear properly. They raised their hand in a silencing gesture, trying to get a moment so they could speak.
“I'm very disappointed to tell you this, but ‘Book Club’ will not be happening today. My colleague here,” They jerked a thumb at Villain, who waved at them nervously, ”made a mistake on the posters. So you’re going to have to leave.” Supervillain finished. Civilian deflated at that, disappointment clear on their face. As much as they disliked it, Supervillain did feel a pang of sadness as they sollumley nodded.
“Alright then,” They said, not even trying to hide their disappointment. They began to grab their things when they paused, a small smirk creeping onto their face. “What about these then?” Civilian held up a basket full of pastries, fresh ones if the steam emanating from them was anything to go off of. Supervillain stilled, jaw dropping slightly at the move they just played. It was dirty, they had to admit, but then again, Supervillain liked the wit behind it.
“So you play dirty then.” They said, a small smile growing on their face. Civilian returned the gesture with their own shit-eating grin. “Both of you meet me in room 72, 12:00pm. Sharp.” They said, turning back to the elevator.
And that's how Wednesdays at 12:00pm became known as book club days at HQ, & every meeting always had pastries baked by Civilian themselves.
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That’s all for now, have a good day/night :D
Let's all just appreciate @evilbuildingsblog for giving the best inspo for Villain mansions! 😎🖤
I mean...
Just look... 🙄
...At this! 😍👌
You are so helpful to write a setting with a glowy, dark and powerful atmosphere! 😁🖤
Why do all the sexy villains hold their wine glasses between their fingers like this
I'm really uninspired to write atm, but have some fanart of my latest obsession
Possible Story Idea????
So I had a really cool idea for a story were like 4 teenagers who are all friends get jobs at McDonalds and one day they are all left to clean up and they find a dead body in one of the bathroom cubicles.
So obviously they call the cops cause their a bunch of 18 year olds who found a dead man. So the cops show up and take their statements and then let them go home. According to the cops this is just a basic suicide.
Although one of the friends is a lot more shaken up then the other. At first the others don’t think anything of it cause that person is the ‘scaredy-cat’ friend.
Two of the friends share a flat beside their collage, and the other two are in the student dorms but they don’t share a room. But since they just found a dead fucking body in their place of work they all go back to the flat and sleep over their instead.
And the friend who was really shaken up reveals that they knew the person who had ‘committed suicide.’ They were friends back in high school, like best friends they did everything together. Until halfway though the second last year until graduation he randomly goes missing, presumed dead.
And then they like burst into tears cause now they have to mourn them all over again. And they get sympathy from everyone else, they all go to bed and in the morning they all attend their own classes.
Everyone is just trying to forget about it and move on. But the person who knew the guy is trying to figure out where his friend went in the years that he had been missing and why he had decided to kill himself now. When the others find out they try to prevent them from doing this as it is exhausting them and they aren’t looking after themselves anymore.
Next thing that friend is being arrested for dead bathroom guys murder and everyone else has to try and prove his innocence.
Please don’t reblog this is an original idea.
Also some feedback would be cool really wanna know if people would read this if i wrote it.
