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- -. έβΊ βΉ : THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD . . . roleplay sentence starters based on complicated friendship, mundanity, &. uncertainties films ; the puffy chair. genre: slice of life, family, romance, hurt and comfort, angst.
Come here. I'm sorry.
I wanted to make sure you knew what you were leaving behind.
Do you know how much you're gonna miss me?
You sure you don't want me to come?
I got some things to do. We talked about it.
If you could pull off it would be fucking awesome, you know?
I'd take it, you know what I'm saying?
What do you want to know about [name]?
Oh, I see what this is.
Dude, dude, I'm your man!
You're a good guy, obviously.
What do you want me to say?
I'm picking you up for a road trip.
What are you doing in the bushes, you fucking weirdo?
Come on, come on, get out. It's beautiful, isn't it?
I'm glad that you bought this pizza, you know? And that we get to share it.
I'm so happy to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.
You pushed the right button on that one.
I'm getting used to it, you know what I'm saying?
I know you loved that fucking band.
So is this like a road trip then?
I didn't know it was your birthday.
You don't think [he/she/they] would dig it?
I don't know, I was actually reconsidering it.
You were pretty pumped about it a while ago.
It's just this is sort of like a representation of life, you know what I mean?
For whatever it's worth, we are on this road trip and it's all about connecting.
Hey. Are you mad? You seem mad.
Are you disappointed in me?
I want you to have some faith in me on this.
I'm gonna take care of it, all right?
I'm gonna get us some alone time, all that stuff.
I'm gonna go get the room for us and you just mostly stay out of sight.
Why I gotta stay out of sight?
it's just a way to get the room a little bit cheaper.
I'm sorry, excuse my language.
All right, I got Plan B.
Um, this is gonna kind of suck, I'm gonna warn you right now.
Would you mind if I just slept in the van tonight?
How the fuck am I gonna do this without [him/her/them] seeing me?
Just go right here, I'm not gonna look.
I'll be there as soon as I can get a free second.
What are the things about me that you love?
What do you mean what kind of question is that?
I'm just trying to pick your brain about little things.
Why can't you believe me?
I don't understand why we always blow up over these little things.
You know what? Fine. Go to bed. Good night.
Nothing is bothering me. That's the point.
Look, I really want to apologize to you.
I know I lied to you. I'm sorry.
Now, if you'd just hold onfor a second.
I'll be right out there, okay?
Is this a fucking joke or what?
Let me just check with you real quick.
Look, a picture doesn't have all the details.
You're serious, and you're not joking.
You want to say something to me, go right ahead and say it.
I'm supposed shit my pants because you're all kind of silent and mysterious and shit?
I'm gonna kind of have to fix this.
I don't know, if you want to just chill out in the car or something, that'd be cool.
All right, you hang loose. All be there in a minute.
Are you gonna tell me what just happened or are we just gonna, you know, enjoy the silence?
What do you think I said to [him/her/them]?
Why are you so defensive? I was just asking what you said.
I wasn't insinuating anything.
So we pretty much have the whole day to do nothing.
Are you hungry? Let's get something to eat.
You still haven't shown me where you work.
I thought you left.
Don't get pumped up about this.
What is that supposed to mean?
I'm talking about the essence of [name].
All right, you know what? I'm not gonna stress about this.
I can't be held responsible.
It's gonna be fine. It'll work out.
Can you hand me the phone real quick?
I want whatever you are drinking.
Hey, I'm gonna make a toast.
I will not look elsewhere for happiness.
How come you never played that before?
You keep putting on the wrong accent on the wrong syll-a-ble
You know what your problem is?
What got into you tonight? Are you okay?
What happened? What's going on? What's going on?
What do you think's gonna happen to them?
What the fuck is your problem?
I don't know why you want to be in a relationship because you can't stand anything that is remotely romantic.
Will you calm down, please?
You're not gonna get out of it this time.
I need to know if you take me seriously, because if you don't, I should know about it.
I know I always say this: Don't get upset.
We should not be having this conversation right now 'cause it's late and this is a bad time--
I deserve better than this.
That's basically what you're saying, right ?
I'm talking about the fucking negative feedback that I get from you all trip!
What the fuck, dude? Why do you want to be with me?
You can't do it, and you know why?
I'm fucking sick of feeling guilty about it.
I'm sick of trying to be somebody that I think you're gonna like.
What do you mean you don't know?
It just wasn't supposed to be.
Sometimes it just doesn't work out, you know?
Are you kidding me?
You weren't there.
I didn't roll my eyes. You made that up.
Why are you upset with me?
I'm kind of ready to leave this place behind.
I'm sorry, I can't do it now.
Will you just open up the door so I can at least look you in the eye?
I want you to go away!
I'm not gonna stop doing this until you let--till you come talk to me.
We need to talk about this. I know you feel this.
I'll give you $2,000 if you keep your mouth shut.
I don't want to talk about anything right now.
Do you ever fucking talk about any godamn thing in the world?
You just want to ignore me?
I just want some peace, I just want to drive in peace.
I'm not pulling out in the middle of nowhere to let you out because you don't know how to take care of yourself!
I can't do it anymore.
Oh, my God. What you crying about?
You didn't tell me a thing. What is going on with this?
It's kind of a funny story. It's sad but funny.
Are you saying that 'cause you think I want to, or do you want to?
I'm real glad you're here.
Lee fucking... Lee fucking LOVES Root Beer. It's the best thing that'll ever come into contact with his lips. If you give him some, he'll go bananas. Actually, fun fact: there's a town near where he lives at the orphanage and he'll take a walk to there to explore town and go into the candy shop. How does he know where the candy shop is? He can smell the sugar and laughter, and he's been there enough times to know where it's located. Thank God for echolocation.
Seoul, South Korea
While Lee understands WHY people would baby him and feel pity for him, it never gets any less annoying for him to hear the "poor sweetheart" or "you must be so lonely" kind of statements. He KNOWS he's got a handicap. He knows he's disabled. People don't need to remind him of the bullshit he's gotta deal with. While he IS officially and legally blind, he's thankful that he CAN see somewhat in the case of echolocation. He can't see color or physical features. He doesn't know what the sun looks like or what water looks like. He's always wanted to go to the beach, but... people would rather make him feel like he'd drown the second he enters into the water.
Here's a better representation of what the "echolocation" looks like. (totally didn't take inspiration for Toph and Daredevil shhhh)
In a sense, Lee CAN see somewhat. But again, no physical features, no color, and nothing extending beyond past 6-7 feet. (ik i said ten before but i felt like that was OP as fuck, so I decided 6-7 feet). Lee does his best to try and hide it by saying "I just have really good hearing" but in reality, he's got abilities somehow and he doesn't take them for granted. He only uses the cane to walk around for show and for when the noises of the echolocation stop to restart again.

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A set of headcanon questions derived from the various typings in PokΓ©mon! If sent to multi-muse blogs be sure to specify the muse itβs intended for.
Fire: What are some of their short-comings? Are they something theyβre working on changing? Do these short-comings tend to land them in hot water?
Water: Are they the sort that can easily adapt to any situation thrown at them or do they find themselves overwhelmed more times than not?
Grass: What kinds of things do they do to relax and wind down?
Electric:Β What kinds of quirks/eccentricities do they have or indulge in?
Steel: Are they a workaholic or the type to procrastinate at any opportunity?
Fairy:Β Are they are nurturing sort of person? Are they the sort of person who becomes βTeam Mom/Dadβ?
Dark: What kind of assumptions or rumors do they find they have attached to them? Do they try to do anything to dispel them?
Ghost: What sorts of vices do they indulge in? Do they feel shame or guilt over them?
Normal: What kind of obscure hobbies or passions do they have?
Flying: Are there any dangerous activities or passions they like to indulge in? (e.g. sky diving, etc.) If they canβt or donβt, why not?
Ground:Β When something bad happens, what are their usual go-to defense mechanisms?
Rock: Do they have any skills/talents that they excel at but donβt really like doing at all?
Poison: Do they suffer from any chronic and/or mental illnesses? Are any of them the result of trauma in their life?
Psychic: Are they the sort of person to enjoy the limelight? Do they chase fame at all and if so, how so?
Bug: Do they try to troll other players in games that feature online connectivity? How far do they go to get under peopleβs skin if they do?
Dragon: What are they most known for?
Ice: What kind of climate were they raised in? What kind do they prefer?
Fighting: How active of a person are they? Do they tend to need to keep moving or not?
A Father Today--
Send βββ to hear my muse talk about their father, or a father figure. Send βββ to hear my museβs father or father-figure talk about the muse.
By the way: I decided to make Lee even though he's a Anthro Coyote... he's Finnish. It was just called to me in a dream.
Local blind coyote puppy thinks he's above street stop signs.
Has been nearly ran over quite a number of times.
He'll do it again.
You are allowed to send antagonizing anons about my muse
(i was gonna put this on my rp blog last night, but i decided to make it a post on here so anyone else who likes antagonistic anons can reblog it as well without borking my notifs)
people are allowed to send anons about what goes on on my blog and the circle of blogs that interact with me, this includes trying to get under my muses skin or tell them the hard truths about what is happening, or even about their fellow friends and enemies!
berate them for putting up with something dumb, point out flaws in someone's story, mention how something they believe is not the truth, do it, have fun!
just be sure that the antagonistic anon you sent is directed at the muse, not the mun, and make sure to read the rules of the blog you wish to send anons to, some antagonizing might be seen as godmodding and will go unanswered or blocked.

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Sobbing sadly at the idea of Doe ending up from the frying pan into the fire with their life. Alcoholic Mother. Deadbeat Dad. Having to grow up too quickly to raise their younger sister only for their attempt at ending their life be forced out of them by a LITERAL God of Time and Space and now he's chasing gooses to save people from being erased from existence. A life that he never asked for or wanted. Even if those sweet, honeyed promises of being "free" and "adventure filled" was all that Janus could muster.
Jonathan not being seen as a mortal or human anymore. More-so something to use and execute at hand. An enforcer so to speak. And dabbling onto their punishments... Jonathan isn't killed. They've got more endurance to pain. However- like a shock collar or being chipped with something, Jonathan's augmentations are also enhanced to be dealt damage to as far as bone growth punishments or their clock melded on their back to torture their spinal column. If Jonathan "dies", he'll just be rewinded to a moment before their death and they'll experience it over and over again until Janus sees fit that Jonathan has been properly punished.
Janus is TRULY a shitty and emotionally taxing boss to work around and be conscripted under.
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Home. A concept that was different each time with Doe. As if... the wind took them wherever they needed to go. Or rather; wherever Janus wanted them to go. Exhaustion plagued their face. They've been staking out this spot for the last few hours now running on nothing by caffeine that was slowly losing its edge. The empty Redbull can next to them a reminder of how long they've been waiting for ANYTHING to happen. This is part of the job that Doe hated. Waiting. Hoping Praying that someone, or SOMETHING would happen.
Oh. It would. Doe knew it. Their leads of people disappearing always led them to this spot. Just a few clicks outside of the Carnival that always seemed to be in town somehow. Bit by bit, he waits. Their eyes seeming to drag on with the need to sleep. Janus would have his head again if he falls asleep during a job like he died a few other times. Each punishment worse each time. Doe hears a shuffle of footsteps approaching immediately thrusting themselves to their feet during around gripping the metallic pole that was a bo-staff of some kind holding it to their hips.
Oh. Just a performer. Blissfully unaware of who Hoops truly is. "Gah. Sorry. Just a bit jumpy." Doe apologizes and leans themselves against a person's car not exactly caring who it belonged to. "Just... doing something important. Don't mind me." Their tone trying to hint at Hoops to mind his own business and move along. A job... looking the way Doe did? Either he themselves are a performer or Doe was incredibly bad at lying. Doe's gaze returns back to the task at hand, assuming that Hoops would leave. More and more did Doe feel exposed to having to explain to Hoops he's awaiting for a set of monsters to arrive...
Okay! So now that I've found my footing on this blog, consider this the first ever official starter call! I would really love to interact with my new mooties !! :>
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"Hey, Eileen! I had a question I've always been really, REALLY been meaning to ask!" Wheezie's head dipped down closer to Eileen on the grass. Being the left head, she had to crane her neck to pass by Zak's body and focus on her. It's a nice afternoon. The sun would be setting relatively soon and Zak and Wheezie would be having to go back home at the Knuckerhole soon. But... that didn't mind that Eileen had to go home again, right? Why not... ask her to come over for the night? They've done it before! Maybe it's a little TOO much of a personal question to ask- but... she wanted to ask anyway.
"I started to notice you get all sad when you have to go home. Homes should be all snuggly, warm and safe! You don't talk about home ever. And... maybe we can ask mommy and daddy that you can stay over again? M-maybe we can ask if you can stay longer?" The thought of having a permeant guest at the house would be a LOT to ask for. The Knuckerhole could only fit so many people and... she wouldn't really have her own room considering it's just their parents and Zak and Wheezie's room in that Knuckerhole area. But... who's to say they couldn't dig another Knuckerhole JUST for Eileen.
"While I think that's a really nice idea, Wheezie... I don't think mom or dad's gonna let her stay at OUR Knuckerhole." Zak doesn't want to be the damper of bad news, but it's true. He genuinely was someone who thought of things in the future and made sure that everyone thought with their brain. Not call Wheezie idiotic, but she's just impulsive and tended to do and say things without thinking. It's just an honest truth for the longest time he's known her. "I-I suppose we COULD try and ask... but don't get your hopes up, Wheezie."

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"I hope you realize you just scared away a very... special client of mine." Mary huffs in annoyance clicking her high heels against the stone flooring. Being amongst Humans, Mary had to play it cautiously. Make them feel like they were the most special person in the room. Cherish them. Praise them. Who could resist a woman being on their lap or saying sweet nothings to them? Men were easy to prey upon. She's been doing this for 2000 years. Immortality is a bitch. Yet a bitch of a contract SHE did to herself, that SHE asked for. This is her punishment and her vice. Speaking of vices...
Mary pulls out a box of cigarettes and engages in pulling one out using a thumb to light up the end of it not caring if anyone saw her using the supernatural. Not like anyone would believe them anyway if they did see Mary using her demonic powers. Her mouth placed against the end of the butt and inhales a drag of nicotine for about three seconds and then pulls it off of her mouth puffing a stream of smoke. "I had eyes on him first." As if that mattered now that the drunken guy was some streets down away at this point.
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Fingers are complex in the makings of tuning up his personal speeder. The ride itself a sleek black and cherry red. Metallic shimmering of the fixated light postures around the very room that belonged to his little rag tag gang. Slash's own little syndicate. An empire he stole from the Order of the Shiv. Who believed HE is the newest protΓ©gΓ© in the underworld. They thought smartly Sharp fingernails poke and prod meticulously on the machine he's found pride and joy in. Just another collection of his riches. He took care of his "babies" as vain as it is. Morality and "good behavior" didn't get anyone anywhere. Especially not this part of town.
Outside of the jurisdiction of the Republic. While he works with MOSTLY the Republic now as his head is wanted on a pike for ditching his Korriban trials. Slash wasn't exactly "leader" material. He just took whatever he wanted and killed whoever stood in his way of achievements. Weakness is a folly in his mind. He let himself become weak as a child. He let himself be hurt. Never again. Almost done. Just a little more...- Oh? The doors hiss open some distance away from him and swiveled his head to see who could possibly be bothering him. And... it wasn't anyone in his companions or crew. No. By standards, a beautiful woman.
A furrow of his brows setting down the fusion cutter he was using to cut away at the machinery to implant a custom job on his ride. "Y'know." Slash begins standing up taller. "If one of my crewmates was telling me they'd be bringing over company, I'd would've tidied up a bit." Slash quips and brushes the speeder fluid onto his leather pants. She looked like a Chiss. Beautiful one too. Not many traveled this far into the Core Worlds, much less ones that were Republic controlled. The Chiss Embassy didn't really ally with Republic either. So, her being here is surprising. "If you're looking for Corso, he ain't here right now. Welcome to hang around if you want. Just don't touch my shit. These things cost more than my ship."