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Watch "Five Nights At Freddy's 2 – TEASER TRAILER (2024) Universal Pictures" on YouTube
I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS! I'm screaming, crying, and kicking my feet after watching this!!!! THANK YOU BLUMHOUSE FOR THIS MASTERPIECE!
Guys I just found out that if a hickey is placed wrongly on your neck (near your jaw or by your arteries) it can actually give you a stroke because the blood might clot😟
WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS AND NOW IM SCARED TO GIVE OR RECEIVE ANY HICKEYS AND NOW WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT IT MAKES ME FEEL SO UNCOMFORTABLE AND ICKY HELP
I’m literally begging someone to make a fanfic about true form Sukuna but like that mouth on his stomach is doing freaky things to reader😛🤤
I KEEP SEEING FANART AND IM LIKE WHY HAD NOBODY MADE A FANFIC ABOUT THAT MOUTH HE HAS ON HIS STOMACH BECAUSE ITS GOT A TONGUE!?
HELP IM SORRY I KEEP LYING AND SAYING IM GONNA POST MORE LMAO GUYS I REALLY AM SORRY IVE BEEN LYING TO YOU ALL😭🙏
Guys it’s official I will be posting again tho! (NOT CLICKBAIT AND REAL!)
Bumblebee x g/n reader. Drive in movie theatre date <3
No warnings just fluff
“Where are you taking me Bee?” You chuckled slightly as he drove quickly down the road. His radio buzzing and cracking as he did so. “You’ll-*static* see!” His radio buzzed out. You relaxed into his seat and looked out the window. It was a beautiful summer night, a light breeze and a breathtaking sunset set the perfect scenery. A moment later he made a sharp turn into a neatly cut grass field with a big screen. The sharp turn made you let out a small yelp before giggling and playful hitting his steering wheel. “Awww Bee, how’d you know I love drive in Theaters!?” You said happily with a big smile. He made a happy wiring sound as he turned to park in an area with mostly no people.
After a few minutes the big screen turned on and began playing Titanic. The more the movie played the more tired you got. A yawn left your lips as you leaned back into the seat. “Rest up sleepy head…” the part of Dreams from yesterday by Mac Demarco played quickly before turning into soft radio static. “No I’ll be fine, I wanna finish the movie…” you muttered tiredly as you rubbed your eyes. You only had about 20 minutes left of the movie so you wouldn’t have to last much longer.
The next few minutes you kept falling in and out of consciousness. The sound of Bee’s quiet and soft radio static lulled you to sleep slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut as you cuddled and melted into the seat. Bee made a small wiring sound as he felt your soft body press against his seat. He could feel every little breath and movement you made. He pulled out of the drive in Theater and began to go back to your house. After taking a turn a bit to sharp, Bee accidentally woke you up. You yawned and sat up properly. “Sorry *buzz* love~” his radio crackled out as he noticed you beginning to gain consciousness once more. “It’s okay Bee..” you said in a tired and slurred voice. He finally got back to your house and pulled into your garage. He assumed you would want to go to your room but instead you adjusted his seat back and snuggled up against him again. “I wanna sleep in here with you tonight.” You said with a small smile as you closed your eyes again. “Good night *static* darling.” He buzzed out. “Goodnight Bee, love you.” You said quietly before falling asleep.
Mirage rise of the beasts x gn reader
Mirage is kinda obsessed with reader and a bit of a perv. Slightly nsfw (mirage watched reader get undressed and watches them shower through their window and jerks off) BYE THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING LMAO
This was like my second fanfic I’ve ever written and I was to shy to post it but because I don’t have much experience writing this might not be very good and I didn’t feel like reading this over
Ever since your friend Noah had introduced you to his friend Mirage (who happened to be a 15 foot tall alien robot from space) he developed quite a liking to you. Anytime you went to the shop Mirage was always trying to talk and flirt with you. But if you were being honest, you didn’t mind it. Little did you know, Mirage had a special little “talent” which included being able to clone himself and turning invisible. One day he heard you huffing and cursing as you made your way to the door to enter the shop and Mirage wanted to test something out. He turned invisible and sat in the corner, waiting for you to enter and when you did you were absolutely soaked due to the heavy rain outside. You noticed nobody was in the shop which was a bit strange but you were too uncomfortable in your soaking wet clothes to care so you began to take your clothes off before grabbing some fresh clothes from your bag. For the few moments you were bare and stripped of your clothes, Mirage was secretly watching you with wide eyes clearly enjoying every second of it. You huffed as you put your wet clothes in your bag and went off somewhere else in the shop to get some work done and wait for the rain to pass by. After around a hour later the rain was only a small drizzle so you decided to pack up and go to back home. You walked around 10 minutes until you made it to the parking garage where you had parked before the rain came in. If you had known before hand about the rain you would’ve parked a bit closer to the shop but it didn’t matter now. It was late so Mirage knew you were heading home but he needed to see more of you. He had to or else he thought he might go feral. You’d asked him for a ride home a few times when your car was getting serviced so he knew where you lived thankfully for him.
He knew it was wrong to follow you home but he just had to. He followed you home, poor you, not knowing Mirage could become invisible and had used that to watch you undress and now he’s using it again to follow you home. Mirage felt bad about it, it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself. You were just too perfect for him to keep his sanity. Once you got to your house you went upstairs to take a nice hot shower, after such a long tiring day you deserved it. And Mirage deserved the view you gave him from the bathroom window. Your soft beautiful skin under the hot water mixed with the steam in the bathroom was such a mesmerizing site for the mech. And you wouldn’t expect a thing. Mirage was a nice mech, so funny and caring. He would never do something bad like this right? As you scrubbed your body and washed yourself, Mirage watched the whole thing happen. His spike beginning to throb with need. The panel slid and his spike was freed. His servo tightly wrapping around it and moving rapidly as he watched you. Small groans and whimpers left his mouth the closer he got to overloading. You turned towards the window for a moment and that’s when he overloaded transfluid all over his servo. The site of your body on full display from the angle you stood at. You were like a God/Goddess to him. Breathy whines left his mouth as he watched you step out of the shower and cover yourself with a towel. He wished he could’ve seen more but he had to go back to the shop before Noah got suspicious. He transformed back into his alt mode and drove away, hoping you’d come by the shop again tomorrow and hopefully give him another show.
THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING IM SO SORRY😭
GUYS I WANNA WRITE ABOUT TRANSFORMERS AND TMNT (both bayverse) SO MUCH BUT IM SCARED MY POSTS WILL FLOP
I HAVE A BUNCH OF TRANSFORMERS FANFICS THAT I WANNA POST REALLY BADLY
Read my friends mini fanfic 🙏
ON THE RUN Transformers fanfic Mirage and Noah
You were Chris's babysitter. You and Noah grew up together, and you know the Diaz family pretty well, perchance. Today was supposed to be another day babysitting Chris, but on your way to Noah's apartment, you decided to take a short cut through an alleyway. It was already pretty late at night since Mrs. Diaz had to take a night shift, and Noah was working in his workshop. You haven't gone down this alleyway before, so you don't know what to expect. As you're walking, you spot a kinda cool, rusty car. You approach it, observing it. You look at the car brand logo only to be met with one you were unfamiliar with. You step closer to get a better look, but that's what the car starts to make whirling sounds and transforms into a tall, mechanical robot. You stare at it in shock, and it stares back at you. You take a step back, and it takes a step forward. You then turn around and sprinted as fast you possibly could. Behind you, you could hear a car speeding after you. You ran as fast as you could, reaching Noah's workshop. Once you got there, you practically busted down the door. "NOAH!" You shouted as you ran to wear he was, working on a car. You almost trip over yourself. Noah holds you by your elbows, and you put your hands on his shoulders, shaking him."Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Noah, you will never believe -" before you could even finish your sentence, the robot from before speeds through the workshop garage door and transforms into its mech-form. You hide behind Noah, you hear something from behind you. You turn your head and see a blue and silver Porsche. A 911 Carrera RS 3.8 to be specific. It transforms into a robot as well. "WHAT THE F-" You are cut off once again as the Porsche robot things' arm turns into a gun/Canon. It shoots the other robot that was chasing you multiple times. You turn your head back to Noah. He gives a weak smile and speaks. "Okay, before you freak out. This is mirage," He says, motioning to the Porsche. "Mirage is an autobot from a planet called cybrotron. The thing that was chasing you is a terrocon.-" You turned and ran out. You didn't get very far until Noah caught up to in the autobot 'mirage'. "Yo, you need a ride, Mami?" Noah asks with a subtle smirk. "Get in, sweetspark." You hear an unfamiliar voice, oh great, they can talk too. "Sure, I guess." You shrug, getting into the car. Noah starts driving to his place. "So, we have a lot to fill you in on, huh?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Definitely." You replied.
END
There’s such a huge difference in cod fans like you’re either the one of those “og fans” who get mad over literally anything, then there’s the fans who know 5 characters and say that there favourite member of Tf141 is König (it’s okay though ik yall are doing your best🙏) , also the people that just like the game in general and aren’t toxic or super rude and last but not least THE TEENAGE RACIST HOMOPHOBIC MISOGYNISTIC BOYS WHO YELL THE N WORD AT ANYONE OR ANY GIRL WHO EVEN BREATHS IN THE GAME.
No one could ever make me dislike Logan Walker from cod ghosts. He’s my little princess Pookie bear and I love him no matter what😘
Look at that little cutie pie🤭
I got so many good fanfic ideas and actual fanfics in my notes app but I’m to shy to post them😔🙏
Have you ever read a fanfic so unhinged and absolutely out of pocket that you have to stop and take a break and think about what’s actually wrong with you and why you’re reading it. I feel so ashamed, embarrassed, shocked and confused all at once afterwards.
I love Velikan from cod regardless if he’s a huge, masked military man with one voice line which is literally just him laughing like a maniac after killing somebody. Would I run away if I saw him in real life? Yes. Yes I would. But that still doesn’t change my mind about him. He’s so fine I mean how could I not want him.
How do mf’s actually like fictional masked men lmao💀
(I am mf’s 😔)
THEY’RE SO FINE I CANT HELP IT
Nikto from COD is actually so fine it should be a crime. His eyes, his voice and his attitude he’s just so😻😻😻
I literally love him so much it’s not even a joke. I would buy him everything he ever wanted and everything he wants. I’d cook for him, clean for him, and love him. I’d do anything for him.
Live footage of what I look like as I’m reading one of those COD head cannon slideshows and they actually have the characters I like and not just TF 141 + König
Home?
I felt free only when I was at home.
Home, where I was born and raised, the place that crafted the person I am today. The capital of my state was a hectic place for sure, in fact I still remember the anxiety I used to have every day in the middle of the street full of hundred of people that only stared at me and at each other because that was one of the few things they knew how to do.
But, I have to be honest with you because that might be the only thing that my country lacked in: it is surely not my home anymore.
I have realised many negative elements of that place, one of many is exactly the toxicity it use to carry. People had become poisonous to each other and to their own blood. They would hate people and spit venom about other people's lives. Ungrateful fucking people.
So, affermative. My country ain't the best. And I come from it. But, it isn't my home anymore. Actually I don't have a home right now. As in, at the moment I don't have a city or a place I can call my home. I don't think I even want to find it, perhaps I am accustomed to being a nomad. It doesn't necessarily mean that I love doing it though, perhaps it's just how I got used to surviving.
I am Ariadne and I want to tell you what I think about life. Well, we are simple humans following the same rules and the same values, even though some of us don't really follow them but that's definitley irrelevant, and we are different in the matter of opinions. Even that though was the same at some point. But still there were some of us that wanted to destroy those norms, attempting to create new ones, like I said before, irrelevant.
Humans are divided into two genders: male and female. And with sexual actions they can reproduce new beings to our race. We have one race. We are all humans. But to some of us even these aspects I just listed to you are absolutely ridiculous, so they created new genders, new ways of sexual actions, new methods to reproduce and other absurd races.
We humans are never satisfied with how things were made. We want new things and we want to make them ourselves because that's what really satisfies us. Imagine the proudness one feels after demolishing the rules of nature, they would be thrilled as hell. How do I know that? I mean, it takes one to know the other. I've never been one that broke the rules but I have done some things, despite being small and not even worth mentioning.
I have surely changed a lot lately. In fact, I'm not the same person I was before because apparently I don't have a home to return to, other than my family, and I am not what my country wanted me to be. I'm not particularly proud of it. I'm actually indifferent to it. It might be because I'm continuously changing like a flower does every day.
Wuthering Heights
(This is a brief inspiration I had after reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and after listening to Kate Bush' song.)
Oh! It's him! He's here!
Oh! It's him! He's here!
Oh! It's him! He's here!
Oh! It's him! He's here........
and so, the voices whispered near my ear...
It was a windy day, clouds were blocking the Sun's light, protecting our eyes from its lethal rays. The Rain was soon to come and English people were strangely "happy" for it to come. Grey engulfed their senses, the vain shades of color appearing frequently and the cold burning the tip of their nose, forcing their instincts to shoot out at fluttering around to find anything to use as a cover. After all this daily mundane suffering, they still loved these landscapes and the punishment that came with them.
I was hiding in the little corner of his office, shaking wildly. Trembles came out of everywhere.
He had the temper of one of Zeus' child, Ares. My former lover, Ares (yes, exactly him), was also overflowed with fury and rage, not really understanding where it came from. A God who loved battle, blood, competiton and anger. He fought until the end of it all, just like his father, that's why Zeus never preferred him as a child.
With me, he was a strange monster. You must wonder why would I think in such a way about a former lover... Well, he was not a human, nor an alien, he was a God. I'm saying this because at the beginning I didn't know what he was. When he started courting me, I hadn't noticed the immense love he had for me, which was unacceptable to me; how could a man love a woman thusly? He hadn't known me, nor had he ever seen me previously, even by mistake. I'm sure of it. Hence, my intuition told me that he was not a good sign, coming to me and confessing such a profound love. "And who do you think you are, behaving to such a degree without any further motivation?"
The strangest part was that he didn't even manage to show me his family, that enormous family of his, that he was so eager to introduce me to. But, I saw his mother in my dreams. Hera. That woman. That Goddess- The mother in law I couldn't be able to have.
She was caressing my hair and cheeks while fondly looking at me as if she created me with her own hands. Perhaps, she did. We could never know.
Hera was speaking to me, in a language I understood at that moment but once I woke up, I couldn't seem to remember a thing.
What happened next made me freeze to death, literally. She moved her hand, with the intention to caress my belly. I had no idea what she was trying to do at that time. While doing so, she raised her head, looking at me and smiling once again, in such a fondly way that even in real life I felt the tears starting to shed from my eyes. That explains the wet eyes and pillow I had once I woke up.
I woke up. Ares was by my side, sleeping soundly. I was shaking. Trembles were fluttering their way up my body. Ares, still deep in his sleep, he raised his arm up, gripped my hip and moved me to the inside of his hairy chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, he scooted his head in my neck and sighed with a warm breath making me shudder under him.
I'm a cold little woman who needs heat coming out of her "husbands" body, words and eyes.
It was all a sign, to tell me that something was going on.
On 2 June, a Sunday, he left and never came back. Where to go, I don't know. But my soul and energy reeked of him still, my inner witch, that was hidden in the profounds of the universe, searched for him like a desperate bitch.
He left on my birthday.
And I loved him wholly, even if he was a monster.
He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!
He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!
He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!
He's here! We want his heat! Let him burn us!
and so, the voices started once again...
Mars was his name. The man that came in my house and bribed me under his own fate.
Now I tremble wholly and my body needs my "husbands" heat. Where will I find it?
He comes to me. Every step he takes, I feel even colder than before. My body freezing, but my soul doesn't seem to shut up.
He is now so close to me that he could hear my heart beating.
"Xena, my love..." he whispers so softly that even I am bewildered at how I managed to hear it.
That name. "No. Don't say that name." he can't. How did he? He should be dead now. No human or other specie can ever utter that name.
"Xena... it's me. Look at me, please." he softly utters my name again.
He isn't dead. Why? How?
Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!
Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!
Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!
Ares! Lover! Come here! We're so cold!
I shake my head wildly. Why are they not shutting up? Why can you not understand that he left us? my voice echoes in my head silencing them. For now, because they started once again.
I look up. There he is. My Ares.
"Xena, it's me, Ares." he calls.
The voices were silent. His voice was exactly Ares' voice. But how-
"You aren't! Mars how? What are you- what are you trying to do?" my voice trembles from the cold I felt. He looked like my Ares and he was as tall as him. The unique height that only my husband had.
It can't be true.
"Xena... think about it. Why would someone be named Mars?" he questioned me, inviting me to think.
Mars. In Latin for the God of war, Ares. The one and only deity that had made such an imponent famous story throughout the archaic Rome.
While trembling from the cold, I raise my hands and caress my freezing cheeks; he managed to call me by my name without dying. He has the same features and physic as him. The name is exactly the same as his but in a different language.
So, it's truly him.
I remove my hands away from my face and I raise my head up, looking towards him. Tears come out of my eyes, flooding my entire sight.
"Ares?" I say in a meek voice, which I doubt he would hear if he'd have a normal hearing.
He just nods his head, "Xena. It's me, Ares. I've come home." he says whispering.
"Ares! It's you! You're here!" I call for him while tremendously shaking like a leaf.
He comes extremely close to me, grips me at the wrists and gets me up from my seated position, engulfing me in his arms.
His heat consumes me, making me feel whole again. My body and senses burn, finally having my lover back.
Fire eruptes from my sides, unleashing the beast I had been hiding for decades. My true self was with him now.
He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!
He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!
He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!
He's here! He's finally here!!!!!!!
and so, the voices resided in the profounds of Goddess' Xena.
This was the extraordinary love story of Ares and Xena.
K.M.
Sirop de Fraise
pur sucre
Oh, fraise. You make me feel unsteady with your saccharine juice.
And, why so? I haven't the faintest idea.
It is particularly strange to think that I might be attached to a red fruit. A tiny one, at that.
Fraise, strawberry, is my God. It crafts a welcoming juice into my mouth's sensitive parts. I feel its nectar flowing in my lips, tongue and palate. It graciously stains my lips, leaving behind a natural reddish color and finally making me more esthetically appealing to men's eyes.
Fraise, fragola, brings me to paradise. While the essence floods down my esophagus, my cheeks burn. Try guessing where my mind went to? I couldn't tell you.
Fraise, fresa, la reina de las frutas. Why do they call her that? In its composition, it is the only fruit in the world that has the seeds on the outside. And in addition, its intense fragrance and sweet taste make it irresistible. So, remember that you are savoring the queen of fruits. Does this make you a queen too? Well, it depends. Do you have seeds on the outside? My man used to have freckels for seeds. He had them everywhere. Even in his adam's apple.
Fragum, fragaria, Fragaria. Wild strawberries grew in the forests of France and Italy during ancient Roman times. They used to believe that the "fraga" were special fruit that had medicinal properties and used them to heal wounds or to make spells.
Erdbeere, strawberry, the first fruit to ripen in spring, making them a delightful harbinger of warmer days. My man, who loved munching on some strawberries, smelled of their fragrance. And he augmented my fertility. I was devoted to his seeds and sperm. It would surge in my insides, producing a new feeling in my head. We had unique offsprings. They were all made of love and strawberries. We took care of them and brought them up, nurtured them to be as lavish and eager as strawberries.
Be careful about the origins of your strawberries. Check out their provenience, because in sylvis proveniunt fungi, fraga, myrtilli et cetera.
Placentne tibi fraga?
Bang bang
I hit the ground.
He lighted his cigarette and looked at me.
“Ya want sum?” he said to me. I nodded and he leisurely passed it to me.
I sighed as I smoked it. “I’ve never felt like this before.” I said.
“How so?”
“Seasons change you know? I change. I’m not the same. I never thought I’d start smoking cigarettes.”
He looked at me and took the cigarette outta my hand. “What do you mean exactly?”
Staring at the parking lot, I explained: “You know that I did weed and that shit but never nicotine. My father did it all the fucking time. Man was so crazy for it that whenever we’d tell him to quit smoking he would make empty promises. Hated him for that. Lied to us for all his life. And that’s how it brought me to hate nicotine.” looking back at him, I see him already staring at me. “Now, I smoke it once in a while. Should I be ashamed?”
He got a long hit and then answered: “Nah, doll. Look. When I was five, I used to stay at my pops and I knew that he always had a gun somewhere hidden in the house. Every Sunday I’d hear bangs coming from the backyard. In the morning I’d see dry blood in the yard. This went on for three years. None stop. And I never questioned my father’s decisions. But oh, how did I hate him for making them. Guess we all went through sumthin that traumatized us.”
I stared at him and hesitantly asked him “Do you still hear the bangs?”
He sadly smirked and looked up to the sky while responding to me with: “I hear Bang Bang every Sunday night. And I wake up scared to find dried blood in the backyard.”
I curiously asked: “Didn’t you even have the urge to ask him why he did that?”
“Of course I did, doll. I knew I’d get a beating because of it so I shut my mouth, forced my eyes closed and pushed myself to sleep with the bangs.”
I slowly slid to him and hugged him tightly. “I’m so sorry, Wood. Why did you have to go through all that at such a young age?”
“One of us should suffer in this life babe. And God said it was my turn. Gotta accept it doll. Now don’t get sad because of me” He tilted his head down to take a look at me and he saw the tears that were shedding from my eyes. I sadly looked back at him and said: “You’re my baby boy. I love you. With my whole heart.”
“I love you Doll.”
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Un simple dibujo en formato de busto, estaba probando SAI 2, bastante bueno, lastima que perdi el instalador.
Segun la cronologia (que recuerdo vagamente), estos son los segundos mas viejos, el primer dibujo fue el primer diseño de este OC, pero no me convencieron algunas cosas, asi que intente otro estilo de dibujo y cambie el estilo un poco.
Si bien paso eso, cada dibujo tiene su encanto para mi y hay cosas que no pienso cambiar de ninguno de los dos y otras que desprecio.
A esta altura capaz es mejor pensar que son dos distintos OC.
This is a longshot, would you be willing to help me get my insulin? I'm down to my last pen and its pretty much close to being empty.Nt asking for much only need $370 rn to save my blood sugar. please help me with a small donation or share my pinned any help can save my life.Please help & Blessings ❤Thanks
Go to their page and donate if u can
I will hand bi-dog and gay lagamorph couple to every person i know
The sam and max fandom is DYING!! Reblog if you love S&M
Actually