#I'M NORMAL I'M NORMAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dailyralsei]

the healer [ 8 / 11 ]

[ p. 7 p. 6 ]

[lalalaugenbrot]

also i learnt this semester that in 1960 only 6% (!!!!) of german students/youths made their abitur so i would like every person who's parents or grandparents or even great-grandparents!! have abitur or went to university even to do a little reality check and understand that they're from a very privileged and not normal family because i hate the way people from academic backgrounds assume everyone around them has an academic family background too, because let me tell you that is just very unlikely!!!!

[sermna]

me, a normal person: I'm going to make a design based on my cat

Her name is Girlfriend <3 <3 <3

[mooningningg]

notes, this was a cute requst ty anon!

★ Roommate!Sukuna sees you in a bikini for the first time.

There’s sand in your sandals, sunscreen in your eyes, and Sukuna complaining already.

“Who the fuck likes the beach?” he grumbles, kicking at the sand like it personally offended him. “It’s hot. It’s loud. It smells like fish."

You roll your eyes and spread your towel. “You sound like a 75-year-old man.”

He glares at you over his sunglasses. “You sound like a sunburn waiting to happen.”

You ignore him, dropping your cover-up and adjusting the bikini straps.

Sukuna freezes.

Oh. Oh, fuck.

He did not sign up for this.

You bend over to fix your bag — and he catches a flash of your ass. Bikini bottoms. Tiny. Pink. His soul briefly ascends.

He immediately looks away like you pulled a gun on him.

“What the hell are you wearing?” he barks, voice cracking slightly.

You blink. “A bathing suit?”

“That’s not a bathing suit. That’s floss.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not being—” he cuts off, eyes darting back and instantly looking away again. “You’re the one out here butt naked, acting like this is your OnlyFans launch party.”

You squint. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird,” he hisses, adjusting his position on the towel like he’s uncomfortable. Which he is. In multiple ways.

You sigh and sit beside him, smearing sunscreen on your arms.

He watches you from the corner of his eye — mouth dry, sunglasses hiding how they’re nearly glued to your collarbone.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You nudge him with a grin. “Wanna do my back?”

“I’d rather get hit by a boat.”

You pout. “C’mon. I’ll get sunburned.”

He takes the bottle with a grunt, muttering the whole time. “Stupid beach. Stupid bikini. Dumbass roommate with her dumb shiny skin and her hot little waist—fuckin’ hell.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Shut up.”

His fingers graze your back and he has to swallow the groan threatening his throat. You're warm. You're soft. You smell like coconut.

This is fine. This is normal.

He finishes in record time and throws the bottle like it insulted his family. Then lays back and covers his face with his towel like he’s being punished by God.

You giggle. “You’re acting so strange.”

He mutters something like, “I’m gonna fucking drown myself.”

You stretch beside him, and he peeks over the towel — only to see you adjusting your top again. Your chest. Bouncing.

He jerks his head back with a thud on the sand. “FUCK.”

“Are you okay?”

“Peachy.”

You reach into the cooler and hand him a popsicle. “Here. Chill out.”

He glares at you.

Then at the popsicle.

Then back at your lips.

He takes it and bites it like it owes him money.

“You’re not even fun,” you say. “I brought you out here to relax.”

“This is the opposite of relaxing,” he growls. “This is torture.”

You raise a brow. “So go home.”

He scoffs. “And leave you here? Half-naked? In public? Where other people can see you?”

“…Is that a problem?”

He looks you dead in the eye. “Yes. It’s a fuckin’ problem.”

“Why?”

“Because I—because it—fuck off.”

You blink, confused. “Are you blushing?”

He points the popsicle at you accusingly. “Don’t flatter yourself, porn star.”

“You’ve been acting so weird since I took off my cover-up.”

“Yeah, because you came out here dressed like a Sports Illustrated midlife crisis!”

You burst out laughing, which only makes him scowl harder. His sunglasses are fogged up. He’s fidgeting. His ears are red.

“You’re such a loser,” you grin.

He snarls, “Say that again and I’ll drown you.”

“Aw, are you flustered?”

“I'm annoyed,” he snaps, but his voice breaks on the end and he knows he's losing.

You lean back, smug. “You like me in this bikini, huh?”

Sukuna doesn't respond.

He just bites his popsicle again with unnecessary violence, eyes glued to the ocean, and mutters:

“…I'm gonna build a sandcastle and bury myself in it.”

Taglist, @humeysaga @williamafton26 @aranisbaee @probablynotleahhhh @probablynotleahhhh. @beaniesayshi @levifiance @rinofcike @fushiguroooozzz @gojoscumslut @bellsoftheball @kunascutie.

[featherspiral]

I was like shit dawg do I even remember how to draw a normal goat. if someone needed me to draw a goat would I accidentally draw a boss monster. like I probably still can't really draw a cat without making it obvious I was a warrior cats kid

anywayz I'm doing a lot of 8 hour shifts lately so pardon the lack of drawing hahaou

[deepspace-scenarios]

Hi! I just saw a girl do this on tiktok on her actual husband so I thought, what about the Lads men’s reactions too lol. Mc wearing a backless nightgown (it’s like just straps in the back so your ass would be fully exposed but it’s a normal nightgown infront so it’s kind of unexpected when you turn around)

[scenario/drabble] less = more

Summary: LIs react when you surprise them with a spicy nightgown. Some are flustered, some take it in stride, but all of them love it (a bit too much).

Genre: fluff, TW: Suggestiveness (spicy but still borderline sfw)

SYLUS

You slip into the nightgown, the silk soft and cool against your front as you wait in the dim bedroom, purposely angling yourself slightly away from the door so he'd have a glimpse of your back when he enters the room.

Well, probably more than a glimpse since the nightgown has a total of five spaghetti straps making up the entire fabric of the back panel.

Sylus steps inside, leather jacket in the crook of his elbow. Then he freezes, his crimson eyes dragging down your body slowly. "Ah. This is why you texted me about ‘going to bed early’."

He prowls closer, tracing a finger along the straps at your back, from the top of your spine slowly downwards. His smirk grows when he hears your breath hitch, and his hand doesn't stop trailing down until he reaches the hem of the dress.

"Saw the transaction on my card. Thought you’d bought some jewellery, but this is a far more interesting choice."

His palm settles on your waist, possessive yet still. "Do you want me to ruin you in this?"

His low voice sends a hot, sharp curl of desire through you, and you fight the instinct to let out a whimper.

“Hm,” You say with faux bravado as you run a finger along the collar of his shirt, knowing full well that he can see right through your act. But you know he'll gladly play along, so you slide your finger down his chest. “You can surprise me, Mr Boss-Man,”

He chuckles as he leans down. When his teeth graze your shoulder, you finally, finally let out a shaky gasp.

"Good. Because I will."

_____

XAVIER

The fight sequence in the movie is still playing in the background when you return from your "bathroom break”, now in a gauzy blue nightgown instead of your loungewear.

“Xavi, look!” You twirl around, turning to strut to the end of the living room like a model would. You pause at the curtains, turning to face him again.

Xavier blinks, his blue eyes widening at the barely-there back of your nightgown.

"That’s… not fair," he breathes, setting the remote down with shaky hands.

You wink playfully at him, ducking behind the curtains- but you see him surge up before the heavy fabric blocks your view. In less than a blink, he's right in front of you and backing you against the window.

"Hiding from me now? I thought you wanted something from me," His voice is rough, lips skimming your jaw.

"Do you want the whole city to see?" He asks, hands bracketing your hips. The glass is cool against your back, his body searing in contrast.

He nips your earlobe, then presses his lips the pulse point along your neck.

“Xavi-” you gasp, gripping his arms.

"Choose. Or else I'm not going to wait any longer."

_____

ZAYNE

Zayne steps out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist.

He almost jumps when he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, back turned towards him with the flimsy, open back of the nightgown on full display.

"I-" He turns abruptly, clearing his throat. "My love, I thought the surprise you mentioned was about the dinner reservation."

You turn to look at him, letting the straps catch the light.

"A harmless misunderstanding, Zaynie,” you tease, kicking your feet almost innocently as you take in his flushed complexion. “To make it even… it's your turn to surprise me,"

For a heartbeat, he hesitates. Then he crosses the room in a few quick strides and pulls you up against his chest, his mouth crashing onto yours.

"Your invitation," he growls, pressing his forehead on yours as he shuts his eyes, grappling with composure that's already slipping away fast. "Is dangerous."

You melt against him when his hand skims up from the back of your thighs, all the way up to your back.

“Exclusively for you,” you murmur, reaching up to brush your thumb across his pink cheek and feeling him groan softly.

“I can't believe a few strings makes you even harder to resist,” he breathes, holding you close as he toys with the narrow straps.

“Then don't,”

The words barely leave your lips before he shifts, lowering you onto the mattress as he eyes you with unmasked hunger. "Now. I won't let this invitation go to waste,”

_____

RAFAYEL

Rafayel, being engrossed in sketching his draft, almost doesn't notice the change of your clothes. When he hears you pad closer, he looks up.

"Wha-? What is this?!" He leaps from his stool, circling you like a curator appraising a statue.

“Surprised?” You ask, twirling for him.

His eyes darken the moment he sees the back of the dress. "Come closer, cutie," He says, the playfulness gone from his voice.

He studies you with a gaze intense enough to make you squirm. His fingers glide along the straps, and he hums in approval.

"Mm. Though I’d prefer it pooled at your feet." When you swat his hand, he grins.

"What? An artist appreciates his muse." His arms wrap around you, holding you against him.

“That defeats the point of this dress!” You pout.

“I don't know, cutie,” he says, leaning in to nip at your ear. “Is this a ploy to torture me by making me paint you dressed like this for hours, instead of doing what I want?”

“I had this dress on for less than five minutes,” you protest, gasping when his hands slide down to your hips before squeezing. “Raf!”

“Just showing you what I wanna do, cutie,” he smirks. “And-”

He carries you to his sofa, easily caging you in with his body on top of yours. "-I reaaally don't mind if you wanna keep the dress on.”

_____

CALEB

The tweezers almost crush the tail of Caleb’s model plane when he looks up.

"Huh- what-" His purple eyes are wide as he struggles to process the scene before him- you, clad in a patch of fabric barely qualifying as a nightgown.

You sashay to the sofa, trailing a finger down his chest. "Do you like it?"

He exhales sharply, then hauls you onto his lap, a kiss branding your lips.

“Who else knows you bought this?” He questions, voice rough as he watches you, eyes dark with desire.

“Caleb-”

“Answer me,” he pulls you closer to him, your hips slotting against his. You gasp when he pushes the hem of the dress up, fingers circling your skin tenderly, the sudden change in pressure maddening.

“Nobody,” you breathe, “Just- just you,”

“Good. Good girl,” he drawls, shifting to hold you tighter. His lips slide against yours again, the kiss deeper this time, and you feel him press up against you between your thighs.

“God, pips, I'm gonna lose it because of this dress,” His hands fist the flimsy fabric. "Off. Now."

Edit/note: Ty for the prompt from the anon this was so fun to write!! First post thats a little more spicier than the prev posts hehe alsooo loved writing Xavier's bc I could finally write something adjacent to nightly rendevous hehe AND THANKS FOR READING!!! <33 Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated as always

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[lemonsoured]

Ngl every time I see posts on here complaining about how much more accepted transmascs supposedly are in queer spaces, I'm reminded how the former leader of one of the local petplay groups in my area was super fucking weird about us specifically.

I think people just. Forget?? That many cis gay men have extreme hangups about the genitalia of trans men just. Existing near them. It's just like cis lesbian TERFs. It goes beyond a genital preference. Bro wore his disgust for "females" in his fucking bio

Down to even "supporting" trans people as long as they were AMAB in his mind. (I have doubts on if his NB friends would appreciate being called "male...")

This is not some extremely rare thing. People just don't talk about it! Gay trans men/mascs, especially those of us who don't pass, aren't welcome in a lot of places! Some people are just Not Normal about us. The idea of trans men raping cis men through deception or "turning them straight" is Not some fringe idea.

It took me like 2 minutes to find this screenshot on KF, reposted by someone who was very happy to see this attitude. There are tons of posts just like this. Christ, you don't even have to go to KF, just check any of the gay male subreddits.

And if, unlike me, you live in an area where there's only one gay bar or one kink group, then you might have nowhere to go. Transmasc people are known to be isolated from community, and it's important to point out that this sort of attitude keeps them from finding safe places to exist and be themselves.

Frankly, it's even kept me personally from feeling like I can freely *exist* in queer male spaces, much less entertain the idea of engaging romantically/sexually. So... jesus christ guys, just try to get some perspective.

Trans people of all kinds have more in common with each other than you think. We need to be able to support each other. Support EVERYONE. Because we're all dealing with this shit.

[dragon-in-a-stew]

night is wonderful

the thing that sucks is that people love saying sleep early is good etc etc and yeah it is. I've seen some benefits before. but I think it sucks to ignore that late night is the only time with any freedom. I think it sucks to not acknowledge the dread in waking up and it's a work day again

[catnippackets]

the difference between a hyperfixation and a regular ol' obsession is so obvious in feeling and it's so strange that there's a difference. like I can get into a piece of media and feel like the only thing I'm in the mood to do is engage with it and still have that understanding that it's not a hyperfixation and I'm just having normal fun because it doesn't feel like a hyperfixation. I'm engaging in such a neurotypical way and it feels obvious. when I have a hyperfixation it's like I have to make my entire personality and existence revolve around it for a MINIMUM of three years straight and everything I see instantly reminds me of it somehow and no matter how stressful my life gets I feel like I can get through it because I have a hyperfixation to keep me sane

[alexandriad]

jumping on the bandwagon with an ancient greek miku

[tinylilemrys]

i love the olympics. no need to get too invested in any one event or sport. i learn just enough about each to go "oooh!" when it looks like it goes good or "ooooh..." when it looks like it goes bad. i graze on them all at my leisure. it's like sports tapas.

[insatiableghouliee]

🫣

if god didn't want me to gag on it, she shouldn't have made my throat so fuckable

😇

[foxrocket-freak]

neeed

[gabalbagel]

What? You're just beautiful

Old men Jayvik pt. 2 :]

[orions-aether]

eastern european haunted emily axford pc, transfem daughter of libertarians ally beardsley pc, spot on pub representation grizzled old british lady siobhan thompson pc, nasty old gun guy zac oyama pc, posh boy brian murphy pc, famous explorer with a book series that really falls off lou wilson pc we're fucking eating this season my god