I Have Issues - Blog Posts

Lmao imagine being drawn to angst unconsciously so every piece of media you consume ends sadly and horribly and angsty.

Also like balling your fucking eyes out over fictional characters deaths or sadness or whatever

And then turning around and messing up your own characters lives so much that everyone they love dies horribly.

It’s almost like happiness is scarier than being sad

Can’t say I don’t do the same with my life either 🥲

me with Frank Castle or Matt Murdock

if i get another “kai should’ve been the green ninja” comment from someone who hasn’t watched the show since they were 7 on hinge im going to explode,, yall are not rizzing me up by being purely wrong about something i know more than you abt

(context on my hinge profile i have “secretly the green ninja” as a response to one of the prompts)

..I have parental issues nd right now I’m jus thinkin bout the level of care nd comfort MC would receive if they had the same thing nd explained it to the boys…like imagine Lucifer telling you he’s proud of you nd that you did well after learning a new spell because he knows how much it means to you..or Mammon knowing you so well that he can see when your upset no matter how well you mask and he always knows just what to get you to make you feel better..or Levi teaching you how to play his games and losing on purpose to see you smile, putting on a show like he’s upset about his loss..or Satan reading you a bedtime story and doing different voices for different characters because he knows you find it funny..or Asmo doing your hair up like your mother never did and telling you how beautiful you are..or Beel always making sure you’re well fed and giving you hugs whenever you need them..or Belphie letting you sleep in his bed nd holding you tight after a nightmare or bad nighttime thoughts..

what made him think this was okay?? what was the need?? and can he please do more of it

you may be thinking about good omens or xmen

But I, like the intellectual I am, was thinking about how Optimus Prime calls Ratchet old friend

"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone

Characters and Pets

Tomoneko Race: Human Talent: Cleric (secondary Mage)

Tomoniku Race: Human Talent: Mage (secondary Cleric)

Kanehana Race: Elf Talent: Archery (secondary Apothecary)

Fushojiki Race: Elf Talent: Battle Alchemy (secondary Warrior)

Avaan Race: Human Talent: Ninja

Kururizaki Race: Human Talent: Gunslinger

Lucienchisei Race: Human Talent: Lancer

Hikitoru Race: Giant Talent: Fighter

Rajuan Race: Giant Talent: Warrior (secondary Bank)

DJmoonmoon Race: Human Talent: Tailor (secondary Bank/Guild leader of MoonMoon)

Taitoshion Race: Human Talent: Bard (secondary Bank)

Alysster Race: Elf Talent: Mage

Adina Race: Elf Talent: Archery

Aidanrenhart Race: Human Talent: Gunslinger

Emmetlockett Race: Human Talent: Warrior(for now) Newbie(Forgot the actual name, but it’s a girl) Race: Human Talent: Forgot

______________________________________________________________ Pets TBA~ I have so many send help

Me m-me me when uh when uh Dr. House

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You: aren’t you the guy that hid in my backseat to scare me for like three days?

Toby: No!

Toby: It was five.

I saw a Grammarly ad today and got inspired lol

pov: one, two Grammarly is coming for you

You hear Grammarly in the distance, their long nails scraping across the walls of the hall. You're trying hard not to hyperventilate. Hand flies over your mouth in horror when your childhood lamp falls, then shatters. The lamp was made by your late-great grandmother in 1939. She was a film writer with a side hobby of making pottery. You look at the ceiling, Sorry, Grandma, you inwardly apologize to yourself, and everyone you've ever wronged too. This is what it feels like when your life flashes before your eyes. The scraping stops, you inhale sharply. This is it, this is how I die, is the only thing you find yourself thinking. A soft knock follows shortly after the scraping stops, You imagine their tall pale head snapping towards your door, fingers clawing at it. Surprisingly there is no clawing, just a gentle knock. You check to make sure the door is locked, firmly. You whip out your phone, then put it away again. No use in calling the police now, it's already over for you. You know your family is next. A soft hum can be heard from outside your bedroom, then a loud slam. You peer out from your hiding place. A long, white hand with lengthy nails has broken through your door. There is a hole in the door, right above the silver handle. You retract your body back immediately, but you know it's no use. They will get you eventually. You are eternally doomed. As you expected, they sniff you out. The last thing you see is that haunting pale hand. The last thing you smell is fear. The last thing you touch is the fine brown carpet of your childhood bedroom. The last thing you taste is your bloody lip, which you damaged earlier in the frantic escape. You will never escape again. The last thing you hear is this quiet, almost angelic serenade, "Writing isn't easy. That's why Grammarly can help. This sentence is grammatically correct, but it's wordy, and hard to read. It undermines the writer's message and the word choice is bland. Grammarly's cutting edge technology helps you craft compelling, understandable writing that makes an impact on your reader. Much better. Are you ready to give it a try...?"

My two Roman empires -

Satosugu

MSBY 4

One hurts, one heals.

I have access to I ISBS paint, so I made this.

Its a "nice" road trip.

“Older is always better”(smut+fluff)

Writers note->Guys hear me out—2000-2014 james hetfield was peak dilfism like you cannot convince me otherwise- look at his tattoos and his lean but buff body+ THE FAUX MOWHAWK he looks SO FINE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS 🖐️😔💔 (anyways enough abt my ovulation ENJOY!!)

Foreword> You meet your long term boyfriend, James Hetfield, after a concert to give him a special birthday surprise, but it turns out he’s surprising you…

Dynamics

James-Dom

Reader-Sub

Warnings: MINORSDNI!!, Explicit Smut Rough sex, Degradation, Size Kink, Age gap (10 years-TTN era James, reader is 32) , Consensual, Oral (m receiving), Hickeys, safeword mentioned, cockwarming, edging, did not double check grammar or tense

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You tap your foot eagerly as you sit on the plush leather couch. If you knew it would take so long, you would’ve worn something less revealing against the chill of the air-conditioned room. The show ended 20 minutes ago and James still wasn’t back from the stage. Metallica was in the process of filming their new movie, Through The Never, which was due to be screened in a month's time. You suddenly hear a familiar laugh, low and rumbly- joined by high pitched laughter shortly after. The door to the dressing room swung open and you were greeted by your boyfriend’s sweat-laden face, his bandmates following behind him guffawing in laughter before their eyes rested on you, noticing your presence. 

“Oh my god sweetheart, I haven't seen you in forever!” He picked you up effortlessly in one hand, kissing your lips passionately. As his hand slipped under your skirt, Kirk piped up from behind James. “We’ll leave you lovebirds to it-“ he sniggered, walking towards the door as the others followed suit, throwing jabs at you and james 

“Don’t mess up the couch! I plan to sleep on it later dude” Lars chuckled 

“I better not find anything weird in my suitcase later!” Rob continued

With his lips still pressed against yours, James threw them the middle finger as they shut the door behind them and locked it. “Happy birthday honey, how could I ever forget?” You say through grins as you bring your top up and above your arms, boobs spilling out of their confines . He sits on the sofa, straddling you in his lap. His right hand comes up to toy with your nipple, a moan escaping your lips as you feel the stimulation he’s giving you. You feel his lips curling into a smile as he pulls you closer to him “Fuck..I missed you” He pants into your ear as his free hand trails down your back, letting his fingertips graze your slick-stained panties. “So wet…and i haven’t even taken it off yet-“ He sneered, “Did my pretty little slut get ready for me beforehand?” You couldn’t help but nod your head at his sweet but degrading words. Suddenly he stopped. “Are you sure you can take me today? Im already an old man you know…” He asked hesitantly, a twinge of uncertainty in his voice.

“Older is always better“

You could tell he wanted more than you could take, but hell were you ready for him and you wanted what he was going to give you, so you nodded in agreement. James still looked uncertain so you just reassured him. “It's your birthday and i want to make you happy, so i'm absolutely thrilled with anything you can give me-Just remember our safeword.” Little did you know what he had in store for you…

 A devilish smile spread across his lips as he put you down on the ground, ripping off every article of clothing you had on. His faux mohawk soaked with sweat as he towers over in front of you, his visible bulge threatening to pop out at any moment as his aching cock was restricted in the confines of his jeans. “Please James I need it so bad…” Hearing your words, his hand went to grip your hair into a makeshift ponytail, muttering as he saw you on the floor, impatiently waiting for sweet release. “Open it sweet-shit, that's what you want, dontcha?” He purred. You gulp as you bring your hand up to unzip his fly, the heat between your legs growing by the second.

As soon as his zipper was brought down all the way, his long, throbbing and painfully hard cock slaps you square on the face. He chuckled as he spread the pre-cum over his tip, tapping it incessantly on your lips. “Open up sweetheart, show me how bad you want this old man’s cock…“ He degraded as you part your lips. In one smooth motion, his hardness enters your mouth, making you gag on its size. James pulls out, sniggering as he sees your lipstick stain on the base of his cock. He rested its underside on your face, wondering how you got it all to fit into your mouth. Without warning, he quickly slammed himself back into your mouth. He smiled as he saw you taking his full length down your throat, his balls slapping against your chin and the only sounds in the room being his grunting and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Suddenly he ordered you.

“Turn around”

He asks you to stand up and turn around, placing your hands delicately on the sofa behind you. He kicks your legs to spread them apart wider, admiring your dripping cunt between them. You whine in anticipation as you feel his fingers gently circling your clit as he slowly pushes his digits into you, hissing at how eager you were. You like that, don't you?" James barked. "Love it when you're treated like the little whore you are.” You couldn't help but nod as he slowly licked long stripes up your slit, humming in satisfaction into your cunt as his tongue traversed it. 

Finally, you felt his calloused palms grabbing your hips as he rammed his hardness into you. You squirmed under the stretch, a sharp scream making its way out of your mouth. “Fuck, Jamie, 'm so close." You whined, receiving a heavy hand on your ass. He smashed his hips against your backbone, keeping the mind numbing rhythm you were used to. Just as you felt the knot in your stomach come undone, he pulled out. Exasperated, you turned behind to glare at him, a Cheshire cat-like grin spread on his face as his head tilted ever so slightly upwards. From this angle, he couldn’t look hotter. “You don't get to come till i say so” he grunted as his chest rose and fell. James pushed back into you and went right back to fucking you as if you weren't on the brink of tears. 

He kept at this for a while, getting you so close to the edge and then pulling out just to hear you whine and beg. “Fuck baby, so wet and tight ju-just for me..” The whole night he was just trying to see how many positions he could bend and fold you into, enjoying your face as different expressions appeared with every thrusts. James had a habit of praising and degrading as he edged you;

“You’re being such a good girl for me”

“I'm so lucky to have a cocksleeve like you”

“That ass and that pretty pink puss in that tight skirt…god woman do you wanna kill me?”

Finally, his hips rutted against your backside as you felt the sweet release of our shared connection, his arms gripping themselves to your chest as he came inside of you. "You've been so good, tonight, you know that?" He whispered into your ear, peppering your forehead with kisses. You nodded as you both drifted off to sleep with you in his lap, forgetting that his cock was still inside of you–but that's a problem for another time.

i need to be locked up for some of the things i think about when i see this dilf 💔