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[al-n-cartoons]

Bad Day.

I made the joke while drawing this of “Nice character, would be a shame if he had chronic anemia” and so this drawing became a thing. Seen above is a fun blend of photosensitivity, cognitive dysfunction (brain fog), and chronic fatigue.

Confused Ben is confused.

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a fictional guy (it's his birthday!)

[jomo-is-here]

I need to figure out how to hide every metric on tumblr. The numbers affect me waaaaaayyyyy to much and its hindering my ability to create.

[queerofthedagger]

every single time. yes I did this instead of wrapping up the goddamn fic leave me be

[yorinasims]

Maybe I'm just a little unmotivated these days...I'll post an extra while I wait for my next chapter, which is going to require a lot of work. Good luck to myself!!

[angelhummel]

karofsky taking sam to country bear night at scandals 🌈🤠🐻

[kaufmo-is-alive]

what happened to? Ragatha

she left to go play with her raggedy ann dolls

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the thing my headache needs to understand is that i wanna do other things. i have literally drank water and taken my stupid silly meds and eaten a nourishment. cure yourself already????? please?????

[gittetj]

In continuation of that post about executive dysfunction, this weekend is really just... I want to bake like I planned. I want to invite people over. I want to message my friend. I want to answer this email where I basically just have to say "thank you". I want to reply to all the other things I haven't replied to. I want to write. I want to draw. I want to do garden work. I want to finish playing Tears of the Kingdom. I want to read up on this rather important work thing. I want to read the book my dad lent me. I want to watch the movie my friend told me to watch

But I just. can't. do. any of it.

It's one of the most horrible feelings, going around in circles, wasting time on literally nothing while your brain is doing cartwheels, screaming "we need to do something, we need to do something NOW" but refusing to pick what exactly it is it needs so badly

[pixthefuckup]

yesterday i forgot the word "wallows" so i tried to find a replacement for it in the meantime.

i picked out this.

"wading in the pool of her embarrassment."

i am taking a advanced literature class. i am literally in an elite liberal arts school.

HOW THE FUCK WAS MY BEST PLACEHOLDER, "WADING IN THE POOL OF HER EMBARRASSMENT" I WANNA COMMIT SELF-DEFENSTRATATIONNNNNNNNNN

[reddiamond505]

I'm so fucking mad I think I'll never be able to do smth with actual details in my life whatever that is being drawings or idk I rly wish I was actually capable but the second what I do DARES to require TIME and PATIENCE my brain starts massacring me with various kitchen utensils

[glossykissies]

. . . thinkin’ about hot neighbour nonsupe!ben who you just can’t control your expressions around . . . ૮꒰ྀི > . < ꒱ྀིა 

it’s not your fault. he’s hot, he’s old, he’s big and strong and he has you absolutely bouncing off the mattress. you don’t care who knows — sorry, let’s rephrase. you want everyone to know.

ben has finally allowed you to be his girlfriend. not that the grumpy old fuck didn’t want it, hell— who wouldn’t want it? but he’d just moved into the neighbourhood and for a while he just wanted to keep things relatively drama free, and that means not banging your 20-something year old neighbour and having everyone in your small town treat you like some kind of mass murderer for defiling the peoples princess. if he was gonna do this, he wanted to keep it a private affair. he just wanted an easy life. privacy. no one in his business.

but then he remembers your cute little face looking up at him when you’d knock on his door asking him to fix your air conditioning (again) and the way you came round to borrow some salt and immediately took your shoes off at his door even though you didn’t need to and just looked so familiar and comfortable in his presence. or, his brain flies to the way you squat over his lap and cried as you tried to cram him all inside your sopping hole at once and whined “i — lemme take it all — i can get it in jus’ go slow!”

so now he’s got a girlfriend in her early twenties. and he fucking likes it.

especially, and he won’t admit it, but especially when you’ve got this giant hulk of a man standing in a queue to buy you an iced vanilla oat milk matcha. he won’t get his own one but he’ll try some of yours.

his arms are crossed over his chest, thick biceps pinned to his own body but you hang off one— having slot your hand beneath it just to hang off him. he’s looking ahead, scowling at the hipsters and teenage baristas and overpriced drinks, probably going on some whole monologue in his mind about how ‘back in his day, you could get a coffee for bla bla bla, and there was no iced drinks just pure hot coffee etc etc etc.’

but you’re gazing up at him. gazing doesn’t feel like a appropriate word because your eyes are telling a different story with a load of bad words. you’re scanning his profile, from his tired eyes to his strong nose to the lines on his face. you’re one soft sigh off a quiet moan, drool pooling inside your mouth with the overwhelming urge to drop to your knees and spit on his cock right there and then. everyone can see you. everyone can tell that this man is splitting your cunt open. it’s enthralling.

“you don’t think a nine dollar drink is a little uh… fuckin’ ridiculous?” he drawls, voice deep and aged. you suck your bottom lip, not listening a word handsome.

when you don’t respond he leisurely drags his gaze over to you, stares back before shifting his stance to turn his body a little more toward you, which in turn drags you closer by the way you’re still gripping his arm like a vice.

“whats with the look, kiddo?” his voice is flat because he knows.

“mm.” is all you say with a giddy, watery eyed little smile.

the barista says “next please!” and he unfolds his arms, letting your hand drop. you usually would have pouted about this but he briefly cups the back of your neck, just firm enough to send you spiralling into that dumb brain space that makes your panties sticky. his thumb strokes the pulse point on your neck and he raises his eyebrows, lines of age in his forehead.

“didn’t dump enough cum in that pussy this morning babysweet?” he asks like it’s completely normal, and just as your eyes gloss over he’s stepping up to the front desk, leaving you frozen behind. “yeah i’ll take one of those fuckin’ green iced things. oat milk.”

[moonstruckme]

fae!Sirius asks for your name and you give it to him immediately because he's just so pretty wtf and he feels too bad to steal it from you because you're looking at him like he's a god and sure, it's not uncommon for his 'victims' to think he's beautiful but something about *you* just makes his little fae heart race-

I'm so normal about him I promise <3

Babe you have no idea how this has sat in my brain since you sent it all those months ago. I am not normal about him. Thank you! <3

fae!Sirius x whimsical!reader ♡ 804 words

Sometimes, when you leave your gifts in the forest, you’ll think you hear movement behind you. A soft crunch of the leafbed, or a rustling in the trees overhead. You’ll catch the rich scent of soil after a storm, though it hasn’t rained for days and the sky is blue and cloudless. Sirius will watch as your head lifts, noticing these things, but then you’ll simply carry on with what you’re doing, stand up, and go home. 

One day, you stand up to go home and find him waiting for you. 

“Hello, lovely,” he says, watching in amusement as your human face stills with awe. Your lips part. 

You know instantly what he is. No human carries themselves like the fae do, like Sirius could melt into the foliage at whim and you’d never find a trace of him. None of your kind have features quite so fine, or hair so dark it eats the sun. Or eyes like his, ever changing, shifting colors like a fish’s scales. No, you recognize him with one look. 

To your credit, you recover quickly. “Hello,” you say back. 

Sirius smiles with his too-white teeth. “What have you brought me this time?” 

You look behind you, to the tree hollow where you leave your gifts, as though you’ve already forgotten. “Oh. It’s a new cheese I found. Sea salt and honey.” 

Sirius cocks his head, intrigued. “I’ve not had that before.” 

“I thought you might not have.” Your initial surprise is wearing off, giving way to a sweet airiness. Your smile is soft as fresh snow. “I try to bring new things for you to try. I didn’t realize how small the portions would be, though; you’re bigger than I thought.” 

Sirius looks at you, making his eyes flash. He expects you to flinch, but you gasp softly, leaning in as if to see better. Strange. 

“You think that because I’m this size now, I must always be,” he says. 

“Aren’t you?” 

He tsks, teasing. “Best not to make presumptions.” 

Once again, curiosity rules your expression. Your eyes squint and your brows twitch towards each other, but before you can ask more questions Sirius goes on. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, a simple truth. He wonders if you know he can’t lie. “If you’d let me repay your generosity, I’d like to give you a gift in return.” 

Again, your lips part, but you hesitate. Such pretty lips, Sirius thinks. So expressive. 

“That’s alright,” you say after a moment. “I don’t need anything. They were for you.” 

Sirius hides a smile. Clever thing, not to accept gifts from the fae. 

“If that’s what you want.” He asks, in a voice like spidersilk, “But what should I call the beautiful girl who’s left me so many gifts?” 

You smile and give him your name without reservation. Perhaps not so clever after all. 

Sirius says it back to you, rolling it around in his mouth. It leaves a sweet aftertaste on his tongue. You nod in clueless confirmation. 

“Can I ask yours?” 

“No,” says Sirius, “you may not.” 

You don’t appear offended. Your eyes are placid and trusting. Maybe it’s that look that makes him hesitate. Sirius knows what he’s meant to do now, what he’s done to others before you, but he finds himself tempted to wait. To see what you do next. 

“Well,” you say after a long silence, “I hope you like the cheese. If you want more, I can bring you some next time, but I should probably be getting home now.” 

“So soon?” Sirius asks. Though the breeze is cooling, and the sun’s dying rays tangle in your hair. 

You smile, almost apologetic. “Yeah, but—oh. Here, I forgot.” You reach into your bag, drawing out a long feather. It’s onyx black and shines like oil in the fading sunlight. “I found this at a friend’s house a few days ago, I meant to leave it with the cheese.” You look at him, shameless in your appraisal. “It sort of looks like your hair.” 

Sirius smiles, feeling the stretch of his lips with an odd sort of amusement. “It does,” he agrees. He lets you place the feather in his hand and feels the warmth of your fingertips on his skin with something like awe. A human has never been so bold as to touch him before. 

“I’ll visit soon,” you say, granting him one last, serene smile as you turn to go. “I hope you come out and say hello.” 

He thinks that he might. As you walk away, feet padding softly on grass and the shadows of trees falling over you like loving touches, he considers stealing the name you gave him so freely. 

But you’re lovely, and Sirius is a hedonist. He wants a taste of those lips given of your own free will. 

[wtfaniii]

Saw this somewhere (can't remember where) and I'm DESPERATE to see your take on this. So Inho watches over the games bla bla bla but then suddenly he sees a familiar face of a girl he hooked up with once and so he convinces himself he's joining just for Gi-hun but in reality he wants to meet her again because he was lole dead set on making her wife number two after that night. Then theres this one time where they're eating together and she gives Jun-hee her food and denying she's hungry but then Young-il gives her his. Just ackkkkk praying you'll notice this one😓😓

Sorry for the delay but here is your order 😸

Old Love

Summary: You and In-ho had a fleeting but intense teenage romance, due to fate you separated and once again he had you in front of him making him awaken feelings buried deep in his heart.

Warning: some drama and just some Disney-style cheesiness LOL

Hwang In-ho (Young-il) x fem reader

—I promise to love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

—You're too cheesy, ¿you know? —You said amused but blushing as In-ho scattered kisses all over your face.

—I know, and that's how you love me —He responded by taking your face to bring you closer to his lips and kiss you intensely.

He kissed you so hard that he pushed you back and the two of fell on backs onto the grass, your school uniforms were covered in dirt and the judging glances of some adults were present but you didn't care, when you were together the rest around you didn't exist.

—I have to go home or dad will kill me —You said with a laugh as you stood up and shook your skirt.

Your father wasn't the best man in the world, he was an alcoholic and usually spent all his money on that but your innocent and trusting heart still appreciated him, that was something that In-ho hated and loved at the same time, your heart was always more influenced than your brain so you refused to see the evil in some people.

So he spoke without thinking.

—You should stay with me tonight, mom will make samgyeopsal for dinner.

He didn't want you to go back home, at this time of the evening your father was already very drunk and you would be burdened with some chores, he hoped that tonight would be different for you.

You smiled and even though you knew it wouldn't be the best decision, you agreed to go with him to his house.

[...]

His eyes stopped on the screen and the glass of liquor stayed centimeters from his lips when he saw your face among those players.

It was impossible.

It had been thirty-seven years since he last saw you and yet there you were, with your hair disheveled, an anguished look and blood splattered on your face but to him you were still as beautiful as before.

He got up from his couch and left his room to go to the control center, he didn't want you to get shot for moving, he didn't want you to die now that he had seen your face again after so many years.

But maybe seeing you through a screen trying to survive would be torture, and him chances of protecting you would be limited.

Then he thought...

He also had to keep an eye on Gi-hun, he had to analyze every movement and thought of his enemy and the best way to do it was to infiltrate those games, to be one more among those people.

If he participated, he could protect you better and keep an eye on Gi-hun, two birds with one stone, but there was a slight problem, you knew him, that would put his identity at risk with the others, that would be a crime.

But it would also be a crime to let you die in there.

Of course, neglecting Gi-hun would also be very bad.

After a few seconds of thinking about this plan he finally made a decision, left his second in command, put on the green uniform with the number 001 and entered that arena when everyone was returning to the huge room.

He first observed you from a short distance, seeing you team up with Gi-hun and Player 390, you were sociable, just as he remembered, you were always very kind to others that's why you had friends everywhere.

But if you had as many friends as he thought, ¿how did you end up here?

After the vote In-ho approached you, when you saw him you didn't recognize right away, something that made it easier for him for lie about his name but after a few minutes sitting next to you while Jung-bae and Dae-ho talked about the navy excitedly he heard a soft squeal from you, seeing you he saw your surprised expression.

It took you a while to recognize him, he had changed a little after so many years, he was now more handsome but his eyes were the same, his gaze and attention to what surrounded him was still there.

—In-ho... —You murmured, still unable to believe it.

Luckily for him, he was the only one who heard your words, he made a sign to you to move away from the group so he could talk to you.

When him hand touched yours it was like feeling an electric current run through your body, your skin prickled and your breath caught in the throat.

[...]

—¿Are you sure? If you want me to stop, just tell me.

You smiled and kissed him cheek, it was nighttime, In-ho had sneaked into your bedroom through your window and now the two of were under the sheets trying to take a big step in the relationship.

—I'm sure, I want to do it... —You murmured, leaving another short kiss on him lips.

He was on top of you wearing only underwear and just as nervous as you, for both of it was the first time and you had no idea what were going to do but he would try to make it special and unforgettable, he wanted to make you feel loved and adored and that's what he was going to do.

Everything was going great in the relationship, went to school together, came home together, sometimes you went with him to his house to spend time with his family and at night he came into your room to love you body and soul.

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—¿Why did you lie about your name? —You asked once if the two of were separated from the others

—It's hard to explain ¿but what are you doing here? I thought you lived in Canada.

He was full of questions and memories that overwhelmed him, as well as those butterflies in his stomach that he felt when was with you just like before.

You twisted lips as remembered that, you moved to Canada on a scholarship but due to your breakup with In-ho you were emotionally vulnerable, you got involved with people who didn't contribute to your life and they led you to the places are you now.

In-ho noticed your silence and knew that things hadn't worked out well for you since the last time you saw each other.

He just hugged you and you immediately responded. It was like a dream to be in him arms again, to smell him scent and feel him warmth.

—I didn't think I'd see you again... —You told him sincerely, your heart still belonged to him since you were sixteen.

—I'm not going to let you go this time...

It was a promise, he wasn't willing to let you go again like years ago, this time he would make sure to stay with you no matter the obstacles.

During his stay there he stayed close at all times, watching as you tried to be nice to the other players and managed to ally yourself with other sides, including one that included a pregnant woman named Jun-hee.

You were quite compassionate and kind despite the circumstances, you were still the same or so you seemed but he knew you well enough to lean towards the second option.

He didn't know what you had been through in that foreign country, In-ho just wanted to heal your wounds, take care of you and provide for you as he once promised in his teenage years.

—Take my food —You said to Jun-hee taking her hand to make her hold the small can —You need it more than I do.

Embarrassed and grateful Jun-hee took the food and smiled at you, when you returned with the rest In-ho handed you his food.

—Oh no I couldn't —You said, denying flatly, you didn't want to leave him without eating.

—Please eat it or your mood won't be as nice if you have an empty stomach.

He really knew you like the back of his hand.

In-ho always put your needs above his own, he was a gentleman to you and that would never change.

Even the last time you saw him, when you said goodbye at the airport, he was more concerned about your feelings than his own pain, he showered you with nice words and promises that were never fulfilled.

He was capable of anything for you but in those years of youth he had limited possibilities.

Not currently, that's why he didn't hesitate for a second to kill the player who was with you in the room during the Mingle game, the guards wouldn't kill you, nor him but he wasn't ready to give you explanations yet, he didn't want that side of him to come out with you yet.

However, your reaction to seeing him kill was something that felt like a pressure on his chest.

[...]

It was a weekend afternoon, you and In-ho were walking around a fair eating cotton candy and popcorn while looking for a mechanical game to test.

The roller coaster and carousel were fun but now you were looking for something more interesting.

—¿What would you prefer? Let the aliens take me ¿or offer someone else in my place?

—The aliens wouldn't take you, there's nothing in your brain that they find interesting — You joked amused.

He put a hand to his chest, dramatically indignant.

—You're cruel, but maybe you're right —He said with a soft smile as he held your hand again and kissed your cheek—But I would prevent the aliens from taking you.

—¿And who would you offer in my place? —You asked curiously.

—Oh I don't know... maybe-...

—My dad.

—¡Yes! ¡Your dad! —In-ho laughed at his own response, but felt you pushing him through the crowd to the opposite side of where they were walking.

He was about to ask what going on when he saw you arguing with your father, the man looked at him angrily as he tried to push you away to get to him.

You knew that your father wouldn't allow you to have a boyfriend, he used to call you "slut" just for seeing you talking to a boy and now that he had seen you so affectionate and happy with In-ho he was more than furious.

In-ho wasn't going to run away even if you asked him to, he wasn't afraid of getting hit if that meant defending your honor and dignity, so when you saw him get up and stand between you and your father, you felt like your heart had stopped in your chest.

You did everything to separate them, In-ho was at a disadvantage compared to your father, the man was big and rough, definitely your dear boyfriend took the brunt of his fury.

After minutes that seemed like hours, the police arrived at the scene and arrested your father and In-ho was taken to the hospital with a black eye, a broken leg and a split lip.

—I'm so sorry...

In-ho's heart hurt more than his physical wounds, seeing you cry and worried about him was unbearable and he didn't want you to go through that kind of violence again.

—Run away with me —He said seriously while sitting on the edge of the bed, the two of them waiting for him mother to arrive —I have worked and I have enough money to get away from here on the next train.

You looked at him in silence, you knew he wasn't joking but you couldn't leave, you had nothing to lose but he did, he had a family that loved him, a younger brother on the way and friends at school, you weren't going to drag him with you into your world full of worries and problems.

—I love you In-ho... —You murmured, leaving a kiss on the corner of him lips —But...

—But you don't want to leave... —he deduced when didn't get a concise answer.

Loving sometimes means letting go, he made you happy but you weren't the best for him, or at least that's what you thought.

Life had been so bad to you since you were little that and believed that happiness was not for you, you were not worthy of what In-ho gave you.

After that day you started to drift apart, In-ho wouldn't drop you off at your house after school and you didn't go to him house to eat anymore, the nights became lonely and little by little your relationship was ending.

Until two weeks later they offered you a scholarship that you accepted without hesitation only to walk away permanently.

In-ho didn't know until the day of your departure only because his mother told him, he practically ran to the airport and managed to say goodbye to you.

There were no words, just silent glances and a short hug before you got on the plane.

He let you go but he didn't stop loving you

[...]

—You killed that man —You said, still unable to fully process how this man you loved so much could stain his blood so easily.

Yes, this was a win or die competition but you didn't think In-ho was capable of going to such lengths to survive, plus you had the feeling he was hiding something from you, he didn't want to tell his real name and he was lying about some things.

—Yes ¿and? It was him or us —He replied, stopping his walk back to the room with the other players to turn to look at you.

He didn't want to have to give you explanations now, just wanted you to stay with him without asking the reason why he did things.

In-ho wanted you to trust him blindly again, just as he trusted you completely.

He extended a hand towards you without taking his eyes off yours.

—Stay with me this time.

You only hesitated for a few seconds.

—¿Do you remember what I promised you when I asked you to be my girlfriend? —You nodded silently, you remembered everything perfectly, ¿how could you forget? Any man who was with you after In-ho didn't fill that void in your heart.

—I still love you, I have since saw you and that's not going to change, stay with me this time.

The intense love they had was still there, it was a small flame that only needed firewood to regain the strength it had.

You took him hand and he smiled sincerely with love, as long as you were together the rest of the world was no problem.

—This time I'm not going anywhere without you —You said quietly just so he could hear but with certainty.

"I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow" For him these words were real when were about you.

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you ever feel like actually perceive your standards changing live and morphing into the ungodly combination of both "stupidly higher" and "stupidly unnecessary"??? a little click sound in your brain to indicate "oh yea babey, the internal monologue has learned a whole new dialect to roast ourselves CRISP about some new arbitrary BULLSHIT, buckle up!! <3"

this is ridiculous i did not care about any of this a few months ago--!!!!! where's that graph about the development discrepancies between taste and skill where is it i NEED to stare at it until either it or i catch on fire

[simonsrileyhusband]

nsfw-ish (at the end) (reader is kind off a loser lol)

older brothers bestfriend simon who comes around often. movie nights, sleep overs, watching football, playing videogames, waiting for johnny to get ready for that party. he is always there.

simon who always bothers you all the time, stealing your snacks, throwing his heavy legs on top of yours while watching tv, stealing the blanket while the 3 of you watch a movie, ruffling your hair, punching your arms and stomach (gently but hard enough to bother you), poking your sides and calling you grumpy for having the slightest reaction to everything he does.

simon who SWEARS for everything that is dear to him that he doesn't have a crush on you, 'what? yer brother, are you mental? that dude can't pull even if his live depends on it' he laughs akwardly, but johnny believes him, because yeah, you can't pull anyone, he was the better looking brother... at least that's what he believes

simon who shoves down his crush and obsession for you until one night, on the kitchen while he steals your snacks he sees you, more dressed up than usual

"where you going?"

"mhm?"

"where you going?" he repeats, leaning on the counter, his gaze firm as he analizes your clothes

"party"

PARTY?! you... maybe he is going crazy or slipped the thin fabric of reality and is now in another universe

"you? don't joke like that, i almost laughed?"

"no, it's true, i'm going with my friends"

simon who sits you down and explains to you that you shouldn't drink too much, always stick with your friends and bla, bla, bla... and you shouldn't go home with anyone, not even kiss anyone

"why can't i kiss anyone?"

"because... you don't know how to do it" he LIES, it's because he would rather shot himself that know that you kissed someone, let alone your first kiss being with some random drunk guy and not HIM

and after some silly argument about how it can't possibly be that hard to kiss someone and simon insisting it is and you can't do it a "i'll teach you" slips out of his mouth

"no, don't do that, are you crazy?" he whispers as you straddle his lap, his brain short circuits, his lips red from """practicing"""

simon who tries to think of pure thoughts as his hands squeeze your sides, and damn, you were right, kissing wasn't difficult for you