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A RUINED QUEEN | self para

there is an EXCRUCIATING burn in the side of her abdomen. every part of her is telling her to SCREAM for help, call out to someone, anyone. though her  h u b r i s  refuses to give her assailant the satisfaction of seeing– hearing– her so distraught. a broken queen… ruined, she thinks, forever.

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He speaks
4 me. I cut his
Cool, I wake in a pile a
Piss n Drool, back on
A red motel room
Where I sold sex
4 heroin. & All pastel
All tha days a my life
& He lovs me
Like a good girl been
Off tha streets. Been
Takin down my
Porcelain pretties. Now
I am fat, & sold 4
Nothing. I dunno
What Im worth if it’s not
In money. With tha old
crones, their boxcutters
& Percocet fantasy-eaters
Their guts n grime. I was
Sated, when
Sedated. I could be
I could laugh it up with tha
Killer, cus I was mine
Those nights we split sum
Crystal & I shot him up &
He shot guns. Once
I thought he mite kill me
& Everything I did
I did to survive, & now
I am awake early
Holdin tha hand of my
Favorite, bloody boy:
What dark limbs we have
Severed in the aftermath of
Terror. U all
I kno it, U all–think
That Im sum strange
lonely bitch. That I never
Had nothing worth saying
& That u could say it better.
Laughter in tha god chest
Like phony lung cancer. U
all are a cheat, a benign
Burst of disease easily
Cured n eradicated. After ur
drama, who will want U?
Who will want u anymore?
Me, I go bang. Like a
Beautiful gun. I am
Violence. I’ve been to hell
I made it hotter
I slept in tha fields of poppies
N dreamed for years
Of cream dresses & bankruptcy
Of homicide & methamphetamine
Of girls, & cash, & a time
When I
Would be outta tha life, & have a
White house wit blue shutters by tha
Beach. To sing
O how I dreamed. While
u were out lovin somebody
I peered into a bile-black
Bath. I created my new future
Where tha whore was buried out
By tha dogs. & tha syringes? Used?
Possession. In all ways
What u long
for, in ur corny ways, I lived. & All I
Wanted–tha beach. To sing
To sleep in
To not be touched by anybody
& Sleepless eyes
Here I am in tha bed
Next to Jesus’ son.
He is kinder than they prophesied
He’s not tha only one.
& given tha opportunity
God, I will kill myself right
I will walk into tha house &
I will eat tha light




The Saturday morning cartoon The Fake AH Crew!! 

A friendly gang of criminals set out to have a good time of fun in the nice city of Los Santos. This totally kids-friendly show takes the crew out on heists, things to do’s and simle play time to goof around. No swearing, no killing each other, no mugging, no raging anger and hatred and no one ever fucks up and ruins everything for the 104th time like somekind of asshole. nope. none at all.

We wake he says Happy 1 Yr
Followed by people are dying
Everything is passing me like spun
Plastic & tha day is bent by breath
I know I should be happy & now so?
Despondent ? Dreams are filaments
In a giant glass house. Lining
My tiny brain with impulses that steer
Me wrong. I am a slave to heroin
I have come to be better here with you
People are dying all tha time
But today I am not one of them

no not so fast morty. you heard you’re mom, we’ve got adventures to go on morty. just you and me, and sometimes your sister and sometimes your mom. but never your father you wanna know why morty? because he crossed me. (ok take it easy rick, tha-that’s dark). oh it gets darker morty, welcome to the darkest years of our adventures. first thing that’s different, no more dad morty he threatened to turn me into government so i made him and the government go away. (ohhhh fuck). i’ve re-BURP-laced them both as the de facto patriarch of your family and your universe. your mom wouldn’t have accepted me if i came home without you and your sister, so now you know the real reason i rescued you. i just took over the family morty! and if you tell your mom or sister i said any of this i’ll deny it and they’ll take my side because im a hero morty. and now you’re gonna have to go do everything i say morty. forever! and i-i’ll-i’ll go out and find some more of that mulan szechuan teriyaki dipping sauce morty! anb-because that’s what this is all about morty! tha that’s my one armed man. i’m not driven by avenging my dead family morty, that was fake, i-i-im driven by finding that mcnugget sauce! i want the mulan mcnugget sauce morty! that’s my series arc morty! if it takes 9 seasons, i want my mcnugget. dipping sauce szechuan sauce morty! (what are you talking about rick!?) that’s wha-that’s what (what are you talking about??) gonna take us all the way to the end morty! season 9 9 more seasons until i get that dipping szechuan sauce. (what is that?!) for 97 more years morty (what are you talking about!?). i want that mcnugget dipping sauce morty!


turn off the lights // panic! at the disco

anonymous asked:

You should totally do a blurb about Harry having to wake up really early for all of his radio interviews on Friday morning and having to say goodbye while (y/n) is still half asleep! It would be so cute and fluffy:)

This request was right up my alley. A bit of fluff before we all.. you know, die. x


He’s trying to move as quietly as possible, careful not to leave the bathroom door open more than a crack so the light doesn’t shine on your face as he tiptoes back and forth between it and the room. It’s early outside, the sky skill a dark, brooding shade of blue and the sun is still hibernating until it absolutely needs to be up.

He’s currently standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, trying to tame his wildly growing hair in a decent way. Although he won’t actually be on a television show today, he knows there’s bound to be paparazzi around the studios he’s going to. The tips Lou had given him have managed to fly out of his head. He sighs quietly, tapping his fingers along the counter and glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He takes a deep breath, puffing his cheeks out as he exhales. He’s nervous, exuberantly so. But even more so, he’s buzzing from his toes to the top of his head, the familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement bubbling in him. It’s been a year since he’s felt it, a year since he’s done what he loves to do, and this time around, he’s doing it exactly how he wants.

With one final glance towards the mirror, and a squirt of Tom Ford, he flips the switch gently and walks out into your room. His boots are clacking against the wood floors and he hisses, glancing up at you quickly as he comes to a stop. You’re unperturbed, though, still sound asleep with your head tilting a bit too far off your pillow. The skin around his eyes crinkle and the corners of his mouth lift up in his first smile of the day. The scene before him is one he’s seen many times, granted, usually he’s next to you with a much closer view. Your hair is sticking to your cheek and you’ve got the fluffy blankets you insist on having every night pulled up around you, he assumes to make up for the lack of his warmth. One of them is slipping off the bed and laying halfway on the floor.

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Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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psa for those new 2 this bloge

// ok so i keep gettin asks signifiying that they think bendy is small and cute. like, “*picks up bendy* like the usual lookin bendy like this. the classic toon bendy, how can i say no to this


my bendy isn’t that small and cute. he’s fucking huge. he’s RIDICULOUSLY tall!

remember when you get jump scared by bendy when the ink machine was boarded off?

he has a NECK. he’s over eye level from henry! (my headcanon height for henry is 5″5, and with feeble estimation, i headcanon bendy as 6″4) and while i love the pudgy lookin toon bendy, irl bendy (being summoned by joey) has a fuckin bara body look at this shit

and like, i doubt you’re able to pick him up and treat him like a lil doll. (though he’d lavish himself in that attention if tht tiny) otherwise, if ur character is a fuckin giant, by all means, go ahead.

@umbrellanest submitted: 

Happy birthday Zeph!! Here’s your ice family with a cupcake and a selfy shoot (and the tiniest zexal reference) and a misbehaving yurio! Hope you have a good one c: