sobs finally

(1) Imagine a small boy being made to incubate a creature that reproduces by splitting off copies of itself into its victims. His belly grows huge, tight and so heavy he has trouble walking. He goes into labour within hours of having gotten the lump forced into him. Labor is long and painful without any help and he’s a sobbing mess when he finally manages to push out some kind of blob that starts growing bigger and taking shape. Within minutes, it’s grown into an adult that […]            

(2) pushes down the boy that is trying to crawl away and starts fucking him violently to deposit a new copy of itself inside him. Once it’s done, the creature goes away, leaving behind the sobbing boy in pain. Soon his belly grows tight and heavy again and he has to labour through another birth. The thing he births rapes and impregnates him again and the circle repeats. His belly is never empty again for longer than a few minutes. Too weak to escape, he can barely push while birthing and […]     

(3) then, to his horror, a creature he births decides that he needs to be fucked twice, depositing two copies that are violently fighting for space in his belly. He births the first of the two and it grows into an adult as he’s birthing the other so the first one starts to fuck his mouth and deposits a copy in his stomach while number 2 fucks him from below. The next time he goes in labour, the copy deposited in his stomach has only one way to leave… as he’s choking on the blob forcing […]         

(4) its way up his throat, he has to push the other one out, knowing that this will repeat again and again… until one or both of the two creatures he births decide to fuck him twice. (Hope you enjoy this! I’m the same anon that wrote you the story with the string of growing eggs being pushed out by sheer pressure ;D) 


I think the worst thing that fandom culture and the increasing acknowledgement of fandom culture from creators has wrought is this

incredible amount of entitlement that people in said fandoms get like

just because creators know something is a thing in a fandom doesn’t mean they have to do it or else they hate their fans. It’s a consistent thing I’m seeing more and more in fandoms and it’s getting worse. Like all the steven universe garbage that’s happened over that show’s run and now overwatch like

people are wishing other people dead because a robot ninja and an angel woman are dating. and there are people who are legit horrified at the sheer concept of characters being straight and I’m just sat here wondering how they can possibly tolerate real life.

the fact that people get so entrenched in what they perceive as author approval when their ships and headcanons aren’t immediately shut down, despite said author interacting with the fanbase, that their mental health deteriorates when something contradictory is even hinted at is just sickening like

I just went on twitter and saw people legitimately wanting to kill a man on the overwatch team because of gency and like

its. not. yours.

you do not own overwatch. you do not own steven universe. you do not own anything you’re fandoming so hard over. rebecca sugar could tomorrow have pearl confess her love to renaldo and the overwatch team could make torbjornXpharah and both of them would be canon because it’s THEIR CREATION AND THEY DECIDE WHAT HAPPENS.

THEY get to decide what to do with it. Not you. It is NOT YOURS.

I absolutely think fandom/tumblr culture has led to more death threats and harassment than any other thing on the internet and I think if creators want to avoid it, the best way is to just stop acknowledging the fandoms. Because they’ll twist whatever they can get their filthy hands on so they can shit on other people and never feel remorse or grow as people because they’re doing it to be “progressive”

Vampire Diaries Series Finale

…told y'all Klaroline was endgame.…
*more sobbing*


This is Ignis.

He’s glad that Ravus is all-right.

(Previously on ‘This Is…’)


He’d hit the end of his rope before he wanted to and he hadn’t accomplished everything he’d hoped to this year, but he’d done more with his life than he’d ever thought possible. That had to be enough. He traced the outline of a key into his bloody, burnt palm with a shaky finger, closed his eyes, and wished Neil Josten goodbye.