#but just in case..

[fell-is-suffering]

well you should take off your gloves because uh we worried

"????" *confused as hell* "why would ya'll be worried??"

[wuwaworld]

Platonic!Mortefi x Reader (AU?)

idk what to call this mess tbh.. :P

err... cause of death, sir? a literal hot man.

tw: crack, mentions of death, spoilers if you squint

Mortefi was a new researcher in the Huaxu Academy, young and fresh in the age of 18. his intellegence and skills had made him easily rise in the high seats, making those who had worked for much longer become his admirers or jealous yappers.

there was one thing that was absolute. Mortefi has his own moody room. a small, tinted window cubicle that he can pour out his annoyance into. his overwhelming emotions that can be kept at bay on his own. the cubicle was soundproof— a bit small for liking, yet it fit right into the young researcher's newly furnished office.

you were in the Academy a few years before he came by. a young apprentice from the previous leader of the Tacetite Weaponry. now, with Mortefi in-charge, a few of your colleagues hurriedly left the team. being replaced with new ones that were trying to get past Mortefi's ways of thinking, just like you.

there was an unspoken rule behind Mortefi's back. your colleagues had forcibly sacrificed you as the main speaker to bridge the team to the young leader. saying that they either speak too politely for the young man to grasp what they try to portray, yet you knew they just couldn't bother to keep up with Mortefi's skills. his graceful, albeit blunt remarks that undeniably improved the Academy's growth—

“are you listening to me?”

“oh,” you blinked, “well.. er.. what was it again? I apologize.”

Mortefi sighs, gesturing to the digital screen filled with numerous numbers and weapon models. “I said that this is not even up to the standards of weaponry against Tacet Discords,” he closes the tab, “one use on these weapons, then it's gone. below average designs if I must say,”

you involuntarily let out a sigh of relief, that design was not yours. he wasn't disappointed with you (yet). the constricted way your body felt easing into relaxation.

“you seem glad,” Mortefi noted, fixing his glasses, “why is that?”

“nothing,” you quickly replied, clearing your throat, “should I inform the team to spur another set of designs?”

“you should,” Mortefi hums. his body flickering the familiar shades of crimson bolts. “children can come up with better ideas. why can't they?”

a beat of silence... then he shakes his head, a resigned sigh slipping past his lips.

“nevermind, I'll come to them myself.” the young man says, his body rapidly being surrounded in crimson red. the scales on his body spreading like wildfire on his skin.

“wait, Mortefi..” you involuntarily gulped, blocking the exit to his office, “you should go to the cubicle first.”

“I'm fine,” he insisted, the bolts undeniably becoming brighter. almost hurting your eyes, “I just need to talk with them,”

“you know they won't.” you said, wincing at your own remark, “...you knew this whole time.”

if possible, the bolts grew brighter. his annoyance easily slipping into his calm facade.

“Mortefi-”

knock knock!

“meeting with all the researchers today in five. see ya,” a man outside the door drawls, their footsteps fading quickly.

you turn back to Mortefi, feeling a slight panic in your chest as he became more.. annoyed. his breaths heavy and fists clenched on his sides.

while the meeting was crucial, it was also a display show for each top researches. the spotlight undeniably on the new recruit (aka Mortefi) who easily climbed the ranks. by his current state, you knew he would just get more agitated. despite the fact you knew Mortefi wouldn't outright lash out in front of everyone.

just to be cautious, you gestured your arms around his frame. not touching him, yet coaxing his body to move towards the cubicle.

“come on.. Mortefi,” you spoke softly, hushed— amidst the crackling sound of bolts and growls, “please..”

his body naturally followed, mind occupied elsewhere. the young researcher simply let you guide him. the familiarity of your presence made him walk towards the cubicle without much protest.

you send an encouraging smile his way, one foot stepping inside the cubicle. your arms still outstretched coaxing him.

that.. was your first mistake.

you hadn't known the cubicle wasn't just a mere room. how could it be plain when it was made for Mortefi, and the man also customized it himself to be sentient-like? a speaking machinery room, a robot.

as soon as the sensors of the cubicle detect his agitation. metal arms reached out, accidentally dragging your feet along with Mortefi's as it scraped against the floors with a squeak, pushing your legs as your body was jerked inside the room. the door immediately shutting close.

“what the-!”

you almost yelled, yet you saw how calm Mortefi's expression was despite the bolts still on his form. his dry reaction making you annoyed.

“get me out,” you huffed, crossing your arms. the room was more cramped with two people now. and Mortefi's bolts licking your skin didn't help, it wasn't painful— just adding more to the uncomfortable feeling of the moment.

“it won't,” he replies, leaning against the glass wall, “not until I calm down,”

you deadpan, “then calm down.”

....second.. mistake.

Mortefi's annoyance grew brighter, you almost had to shut your eyes close.

“hey, I'm as pissed as you right now!”

“then why order me?” he huffs, rolling his eyes, “you're not good at comforting people.”

you could almost felt a tick mark growing, “I'm older than you— speak with some respect, at least!”

Mortefi turns away, nails digging to his skin as he attempts to ignore you. trying to soothe his emotions and keep them at bay. your presence not helping his annoyed state.

“aren't you some smart, young man?” you said, still tying to find your way out, “just hack the device.”

he continues to ignore your presence. eyes shut. the flames rapidly changing from wild to tame. then, he couldn't calm down anymore. his flames growing as a colleague dialed him, taunting.

“hey newbie, still stuck in some emo phase aren't ya? being late by a few minutes, you really want the spotlight huh? teenagers these days... tsk tsk.”

that was it, that was the last straw.

your body instinctively scrambled back. the corner of your eyes seeing the scorch marks on the cubicle walls. a sign of history.

and maybe, somewhere along the line... you're bound to become part of Mortefi's past. his breathing becoming more ragged as the flames became blinding.

“M..Mortefi, wait-!”

boom!

the world soon became black. your vision seeing red before passing out.

it was the first time the durable cubicle broke. your body slumping on the floor with a thud.

whether or not you're dead... eh, that's for a much more calm Mortefi to handle.

[macs-doodles]

i love him.

still figuring out how to draw him! :]

[reblogs appreciated!!]

[boy-wonder-oncologist-fan]

do u ship hilson

Sir (non gendered) this is my pfp:

[stuck-in-jelly]

One of my favorite stories to tell about myself from when I was a kid is the story how my grandma’s “Catching Fairies” game was banned because of me

So when I was really little my grandma had this game she made up, she’d give me and all my cousins jars and containers and tell us that in her garden there were fairies but they were smart and tricky so they disguised themselves as caterpillars and butterflies and as grasshoppers and worms.

Whoever caught the most ‘Fairies’ won but we had to set them all free because they tended to the garden

One summer day my brothers were at the age they were dreading ‘girly’ stuff so I was playing alone

At this point I had met all the fairies in the garden and I was getting bored without any competition and with finding the same old fairies

But then just as I was begrudgingly heading back to my grandma with the same fairies as usual I found a new fairy!

I thought she was so beautiful! She was resting on the sparkly thread in the leaves and her black body gleamed in the sunlight, she had long legs and a cool red spot on her back

Excited I coaxed her onto my hand and was so giddy I found a new one! I rushed back to the farm house to show my Grandma and Dad, gently carrying my new friend.

But when my Dad and Grandma turned around to see what fairy I caught I saw the color drain from their faces and both of them freeze, I could tell something was wrong but didn’t understand

My dad congratulated me and asked me if he could see the pretty fairy, I let him but felt a little nervous seeing how terrified he looked as she moved into his hands from mine.

Slowly he walked back towards the door, my grandma clutching my shoulders then my dad LAUNCHED the fairy back into the garden which I thought was rather rude

Then we had a nice long talk about Black Widow spiders

[goldensunset]

if someone is talking about how much they love their parents do not jump in and start venting about your issues with your parents. if someone is venting about their issues with their parents do not jump in and start talking about how much you love your parents. peace and love amen swag city

[boasamishipper]

unpopular opinion but i think a ship that's not canon but both halves are canonically insane about each other is infinitely better than a ship that's canon and boring

[scramratz]

[penumbraphantasm]

chikorita's my friend. my funny animal. my houseplant with little nails that click on the kitchen tiles.

[freakalot]

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

part 2

[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[hoodiemanic]

Titans tower summary ft that 1 quote

[catbyte404]

[grovylelover]

Walked into the local marriott and guess who was behind the front desk. yuuuuuuup. the immortal king of legend who vaporized so many people it permanently fucked up the timeline.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again