#Getting Sleep (OOC)

[imadhatt3r]

I feel like Akechi was probably on a constant super-strict diet when he was living under his Detective Prince persona, you know, gotta keep that waist trim to look "perfect" on TV. Not to mention that I'm pretty sure that it's canon that he doesn't really eat well. He's totally the kind of person who'd throw himself into his own plans and goals and wouldn't look after his physical body; Hell, he would probably think he's above that, that he can pull through just thanks to his will alone, and overcome any physical discomfort or weakness.

So during that infamous pancakes scene, maybe he was telling the truth; Maybe he really did skip lunch and he was hungry. He overheard someone talking about panckes, the most basic part of his brain relised how starved he was, and he absentmindedly mentioned food to the group without thinking; Not to mention that hunger could also bog down his thought process and attentiveness.

Idk, I guess that I'd find it compelling if it was such a basic biological need that did him in in the end. No matter how much he schemed and planned, he was a human in the end, an animal who is driven by simple needs and desires. He neglected that part of himself, thinking his brilliance, his "higher" self alone will let him achieve his goals, but in the end it was that "primitive" part of him that he trivialized that pulled him down and undid all of his hard work.

[percabethdni]

i actually DESPISE how the shameless writers dealt w mickeys reaction to terry dying like how they made mickey crying over it comical like hello ??? they had the opportunity to make it into such a good plot line like there was genuinely so much potential but holy

[misteria247]

Okay, lowkey. I'm fully convinced that the mystery trio from Relativity Falls and the mystery twins from Gravity Falls would be absolute menaces to society if they ever met. Like Stanley, Ford, Fiddleford, Dipper, and Mabel would be unstoppable if they ever met. A hurricane of weird, loud, colorful, and adventure wrapped into five kids.

Their guardians would know no peace. They'd just age 50 more years as soon as something crazy happens. Stan and Mabel are cheering in the chaos sometimes or freaking out when things go haywire while Dipper and Ford are torn between amused and concerned. Fidds is just vibing or anxious cuz damn these kids attract trouble like it's nobody's business.

[imina-cult-baby]

The disappointment i have when there isn't enough fics/posts of the jl fighting someone who can remove/take away their superpower

and when Shazam gets hit with it he just.... splits into like 6 kids (all below 17) (one is literally 7-9 yrs old) ( thats obv Darla)

yeah the JL def has questions

and most of the Shazam kids reaction is like "oh shit oh shit sHiTh SHIT SHIT SHIITTTT" for many reasons like 'oh shit we don't have our powers how are we gonna defeat this guy' and 'oh sHiT now they (the jl) know we're a kid/im a kid' wtf will happen now?!?!'' and also 'nope. nope I don't like this. it feels weird being separate/d (entities)' is also their reaction

and it take awhile (days actually) (don't ask why) to catch the superpower–removing villain and revert the effects so they're on this mission (roadtrip) with definitely mature and responsible children (read: menaces to society) that happens to be captain marvel

[multifandomer537]

//OOC

My moot: *online when it's nighttime in their timezone*

Me: *swinging at them with a broom* SLEEPY NIGHTY TIME

Also me: *awake right now at almost 2am, vibrating* I am going to WATCH POLITICAL MOVIES and WRITE and WORK on SCHOOL PROJECTS due in A MONTH and READ and DANCE and GIVE THERAPY and GNAW ON THE WALLS and I'm going to FIGHT GOD FOR FUCKING UP MY MOOTS LIVES and I'm going to SHERLOCK HOLMES MY WAY ONTO MY BESTIES CYBERBULLY and I'll REDECORATE MY ROOM and LEARN A NEW LANGUAGE and I'm gonna-

[ninyard]

Hellooo i saw that you were asking for asks (that sounds funny) and I wanna know some of your hcs on Kevin and Allison being besties/ kevjean relationship

This is my chance to finally share some Allison/Kevin hcs so I'm gonna seize this opportunity with both hands and give you this total MESS of a brain dump

- Allison is the only fox that doesn't make fun of Kevin's eating habits. Kevin KNOWS his relationship with food is fucked up because of the nest and Allison knows it too, so she refuses to make bets or make fun of the way that he eats. Kevin only realised because she once tried to quietly tell Nicky to knock it off when he was pushing Kevin to have dessert or making fun of what he'd decided to have instead.

- Kevin also knows not to talk about the numbers or macros in front of her, too. They have a weird unspoken mutual respect RE: food and they both appreciate each others efforts on that front without ever actually mentioning it. they also have a gesture for each other that's code for "i want a snack do you have anything" and they'll throw each other protein bars if they're out/on a long bus journey etc.

- they are the BEST drinking buddies. Whenever the team starts drinking/partying/clubbing more together post-TKM, they are literally CHILDREN when they're drunk together. Kevin gets tired of the monsters being boring when they go out and there's only so much dancing he can do with just Nicky and Aaron alone. So Allison pulls him up to the bar one night to do a tequila shot, and they literally have the most unexpectedly fun night ever. Kevin loosens up a whole lot without the threat of Riko etc post tkm, and when I tell you he is such a fun drunk. now he doesn't really drink THAT much during the season but off-season? oh he's a party animal. I could write thousands of words about him and Allison getting drunk together and becoming literal best friends as soon as they have a drop of alcohol in their systems but here's some things I think they've done drunk

stole a shopping cart and sat in it as they pushed each other down the road in it (and fallen out of it and laughed so fucking hard) ((but were bruised up as fuck the next day because of it)

he's sat her on his shoulders - while dan sits on matt's - as the two girls try to push the other one off

he's really easily convinced to do things by her. another shot? sure. and another shot IMMEDIATELY after that? alrighty! karaoke? well, okay. jockeyback? stealing traffic cones? pulling pranks and fucking with the other foxes? acting like actual teenagers? okidokie!

she's probably the only person in the world who has successfully convinced kevin day to sing

he holds back her hair if she has to puke

she convinced him to let her do his makeup once. full glam. like a serious look, fully beat, full coverage look. there's a picture out there somewhere of it that she saves for blackmail.

fucked. make out sometimes. strip poker. they dance together :)

he never lets her walk alone anywhere when she's drunk. if she can't find one of the girls to accompany her to the bathroom at a party she'll take him.

she's taught him full dance routines

she was joking that there's no way the raven warmups could be that different to theirs, and bet him that she'd be able to do them without breaking a sweat (he won)

they've both ugly drunk cried in front of each other (but they never talk about that sober)

she's pretty light so he's bench pressed her before

- They know each others drink orders/favourite shots

- if Allison is out, say she's with her friends and not with the foxes, and she has to wait alone for a taxi or walk somewhere alone, she'll call him and he'll stay on the phone with her until she's safe

- They make fun of each other and bully each other like there's no tomorrow (affectionate). the whole "Allison hates Kevin" thing WAS true for a while, but once they get closer, she just pretends to hate him. he's like an annoying brother to her

- Allison is really easily frightened, and Kevin thinks it's funny to scare her. she's never safe walking around a corner or into a room if Kevin is there and in a good mood.

- they're not BEST FRIENDS. like they're not in each others pocket all the time and laughing and joking ALL THE TIME but she can read him like a book. she knows when he's having an off day, or thinking about something too much.

- She also knows when he's being serious and when not to joke around. She knows when he doesn't want cheering up or to joke about something and knows when to back off. The same with him - he knows when she's having a mood that requires being cheered up, or a mood that requires him to leave her the fuck alone.

- He's a big reason why she puts a whole lot more of herself into Exy post tkm. She's always been invested, but once they talk more, and they consider each other friends, she listens to him talking about Exy and it really clicks for her. his dedication. and also how fucking talented he really is. She doesn't do the night training with him but they'll occasionally go to the gym together or start practice a half an hour early to run some basic raven drills.

- They're iconic when they get together to do press after games. they bounce off each other like nothing else. they're just so funny. and he's also like andy murray in that he will ALWAYS defend her, dan, and renee's talent if interviewers start to focus more on him instead of the girls. he'll step in if an interviewer says something shitty or misogynistic. she LOVES directing objectifying and misogynistic questions his way.

- She calls him a bitch and makes fun of him for being a nepo baby. He calls her an asshole and makes fun of her for being a rich kid.

- Have gone to banquets as each others date.

that's just a few random thoughts off the top of my head but yes. Allison and Kevin. Literally the only Two Pretty Best Friends ever to exist.

[whatinthejosten]

"i think i'm in love with you."

andrew doesn't flinch, but his knuckles go white on the steering wheel, a clear sign he heard neil. he doesn't answer, but neil knows he didn't like hearing him confess on their way to night practice. hell, he was sure andrew wasn't happy when he slammed the car door with a little too much force.

'this is it.' that's all neil can think for the rest of the night, watching andrew ignore him and go all out on kevin at practice.

practice. shower. back to the dorms.

he tries not to think about it too much, he didn't expect to hear it back, tries to ignore the small voice at the back of his head chanting 'it's over'. he really tries. he fails and lets the thoughts torture him.

then the dorm door opens and closes, quietly in the night to not wake up their roommates, and he again tries not to give it much thought. he fails.

it's almost dawn when he decides to try his luck one more time, when he gets up from his bed and goes to the rooftop, when he sits beside andrew, at arms length as always.

they watch the first rays of sun peek from behind the buildings, turning the dark night into a soft morning. it feels like hours go by when andrew finally speaks.

"i won't say it back, stop waiting." it's barely a whisper, there's no emotion behind his voice.

"i don't want you to." neil croaks "i just wanted you to know i do."

"i hate you."

"i know"

they sit in silence for a while, the sky getting lighter by the minute, until andrew sighs and gets up, keeping his hand out for neil to take. neil looks at the hand and then at him, studying the calm expression on his face before taking his hand and getting up. he expects andrew to let go as soon as he's on his feet, but the shorter man just links their fingers together, gives his hand a squeeze and gets them both inside.

they close the dorm door behind them and andrew locks it before pinning neil against it and kissing him senseless, letting go when he's satisfied enough, his hand on neils throat, index tapping on the pulse point going wild.

"good night." it's all he says before he disappears in the bedroom, leaving neil at the door, slightly panting and eyes full of emotions.

(andrew does say it back, a few years in the future, long after they graduate. they're on a roadtrip, the highway never ending and neil's awful playlist playing in the background while he drives and andrew sits in the passenger seat, looking out the window with a bored expression.

"i love you, too"

neil nearly crashes the car. andrew calls him stupid and turns to look out the window again, a small smile adorning his lips.)

[fiovske]

saw a post that said Crowley calls Aziraphale "Azira" affectionately and had an unbridled hater moment of HE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT.jpg like are u kidding me. Crowley would NEVER do Aziraphale the indignity of shortening his name that mf's name is Aziraphale and it's a mouthful and Crowley will say it with his mouth full of syllables every time he calls Aziraphale bc that's the level of drama and decorum and grandeur Aziraphale demands, if Crowley ever called Aziraphale any shortened version of his name Aziraphale would walk out and not talk to Crowley for at least five decades. "Azira" 🙄🙄🙄 is she ("Angel") not good enough for you???

The honour and indignity of calling Aziraphale Az Azira or Zira or whatever deviant nickname lies with the clown circus aka me and my big-brained mutuals when we are exchanging our big-brain thoughts and making our big-brained posts and Aziraphale's name is too long to type out every goddamn time. Crowley would rather drink holy water and walk backwards into hell than do the same. Hope that helps.

[gideonisms]

I know that this won't happen because gideon is too shy and harrow doesn't even respect john or anyone he puts into power anymore but ever since tazmuir said in that one interview that alecto will explore what happens when harrow and gideon's power imbalance gets reversed I keep thinking about gideon using her position as a prince to order harrow around and well, I . just think we should all explore that in 50k words of smut sometimes

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?” (part 2)

[devilsparda]

wanting to send people memes and start new threads vs knowing i will get overwhelmed if i get ahead of myself

[threadpull]

just need to remind everyone the average door height (of a new build) is 6’8” which means Jon is barely scooting under the doorframe at 6’7”

[timeclipsed]

Something that's always struck me as irritating is how Sonic fans from the last few years have developed this weird preconceived notion that Tails was "always supposed to be a little kid".

Like... are you sure? Are we really gonna sit here and argue that the way Heroes and Forces portrayed Tails is the be-all-end-all of what his character is supposed to be? He was not just created to be Sonic's weak, frail little brother who needs saving all the time.

Excluding the fact that SEGA JP has ultimately nixed ages from the series altogether, he is seen countless times throughout the series taking on missions arguably more dangerous than Sonic and Knuckles, with ease mind you, and holding his own against their enemies.

Tails has built multiple planes, mechs, and other large dangerous pieces of machinery that he operates with ease. Even going off the assumption that he is a child, it wouldn't make sense for everyone to just blindly trust that a little kid knows what he's doing.

Obviously there's the indication that Tails is younger than Sonic, especially in certain older shows, and if Fiona telling Tails she's old too for him is anything to go by, we ARE supposed to believe there's an age gap between them. The problem is that so many people use these as examples to base Tails' entire character off of. Early interpretations where Tails is specifically written to BE Sonic's little brother.

He's definitely not Sonic's age, but he is a lot older and more capable than this wave of newer fans are making him out to be. He is literally almost Sonic's exact height in Sonic X!

And what about Sonic Prime? Nine says he "was a kid" during his flashback. Him having codependency issues and showing occasional childish behavior doesn't mean he's a little kid, it just means he's traumatized.

Even the variations of Tails that do feel younger have a rougher edge to them. Are we forgetting that movieverse Tails stole a police vehicle, drove it all the way to the Wachowski household and hit Knuckles with it? After traveling the universe by himself to find Sonic, no less.

Messy post, but like, tl;dr the woobification of Tails is actually getting so bad in this fandom and it's dampening his character. He's not a helpless baby, he's committed multiple war crimes and could very likely beat Sonic in a fight if things ever came to blows. Tails is getting the Silver treatment here where people just keep dumbing him down more and more to make him Sonic's cute baby brother when that's just ONE facet of his personality.

He's insanely smart! He's witty! He's tough! Frontiers wrapped his character around and tried to bring him back to the Tails we knew for being self-assured and unhinged, why does this fandom insist on ignoring it for the Lost World and Forces era mischaracterization? Just because it fits your idealized version of what he is doesn't mean that's who he's supposed to be! Put some respect on my boy's name!

[forsaken-fates]

well rip that anon. Anyway

hiii Guest!!!!! Here’s a flower :]]]]

-🐈‍⬛📺 anon (the original ask I was gonna send glitched out tumblr really bad I think that was the specter getting me)

>[Guest gratefully accepts the flower, a soft laugh escaping his lips. As he put the flower into the vase where he kept all the others he had received over the span of his stay in the limbo, he couldn't help but smile at the growing number of them, each one having a unique color.]

"Thank you..!"

>[As much as he wants to show his appreciation, that was all he could say. Two simple words that spoke volumes and meanings in the hearts of those with deep understanding.]

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

Do you like… sleep?? You seem to post every hour meaning that regardless of the time zone, you are always posting, it’s a little fear inducing

anon i'm running an ask blog of course i post every hour that's literally how ask blogs wor

[malebreastmilk]

jjk x reader imagines ♡ going to a haunted house attraction

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ฅ Featuring: Choso Kamo & Satoru Gojo ฅ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ฅ Contents: Choso x GN!Reader , general fluffiness, choso being a scary dog, protective!choso, choso is head over heels for you, KISSIES!!! and other silly antics ฅ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ฅ Notes: im trying out a new format!! please lmk if you preferred how I did it before to this :) gojo with the same prompt will be coming up next! ino and nanas aren't currently planned to be added but if requested ill gladly do my best to ฅ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

"Haunted house...? Are you sure? I don't want anyone scaring you..."

bf!choso observing as you turned in your tickets to yaga, the school was holding a haunted house attraction to celebrate halloween coming up and you had encouraged him to come try it so he could learn more about halloween traditions. who would really go anywhere if you were going even if it left him standing in front of a now unfamiliar school. who saw it was now cloaked in darkness and smoke distorting his known vision of the place with people bustling in and out all who were wearing different expressions from shock to relief. who can hear the screaming and yelling coming from within and instinctively takes your hand in his before the two of you could enter the now frightening entrance

“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

bf!choso who keeps his fingers intertwined with yours as the two of you make your way through the fog filled corridors that had their familiarity hidden behind blood and cobwebs. who scowled when foreign things and people would jump out, causing him to slightly flinch back before he would find the entirety of his being focused on you, glaring down at whatever it may have been. who could barely stand seeing you get spooked even if your yelps were soon masked by the following gigglings and a familiar smile back at him. whos verbal checkups and comments with you begin to dwindle being replaced with a firmer grip upon your hand. who cant help but begin to tense and alert in the moment trying to detect anything before it had the chance to strike 

 “...”

bf!choso who is lost in his worries until a warm squeeze to his hand and the soft murmur of his name trails him back to you watching his spaced out expression with concern. who returns the gesture in full once he reels himself back in a bitter pang in his heart seeing your face so full of distress because of him. who shares his uncertainties of this whole pre-halloween activity haunted house school thing and having to see others frighten you without him being able to do anything but watch and worry. who is soon met with your reassurance as you lead him towards the end still with clasped hands. who follows with a heavy heart finding that he must’ve ruined the date as he was the reason you were rushing towards the distant exit with him in tow

“I just don’t understand this…and I don’t like seeing you so frightened.”

bf!choso who’s upset expression is obvious as the two of you make it out of the school and into the open where soft moonlight shined onto his contorted face. who struggled to look at you now wondering if you’d be upset with him for bringing an abrupt stop to your outting together as you stood along with others who had finished as well. who was once again so caught up in his own thoughts in the moment that he didnt notice you retrieve something from megumi who had handed you something for finishing the activity. who again is brought back by you calling his nickname once more, turning to face you only to be met by a sudden material being stuck to his face much to his surprise. finding that you had the same thing stuck to your cheek, a sticker as you had called it, depicting some of those halloween characters that you had described to him. who’s facial marking is almost hidden by the deep red that ingulfs his cheeks as you kiss his other cheek putting his worries to rest as you share your happiness with just being by his side. who is quick to soften up and lean into your touch and comfort, requesting more much-needed kisses

“M’ forehead too… and I am happy as long as you are there always…more please.”