#how to get into iim

[lemongogo]

im a vash guy forever and everv

[batz]

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[perilegs]

i'm such a greenpilled dark jade maxxer but i think ive made people associate me with blue a bit too much. my icon? blue. my blog? blue. my choice of board game pieces? blue. my reason for wanting to be player one in most games? having a blue character. why i want to play as player 2 in super mario for wii? blue toad.

[ashesfromfrost]

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[goatgoesmbe]

Holy cow, i just reread this again and realized there were so many fucking typos lmaoo

Thinking about Reader who feels like she's never feel like she was treated like a woman

I'm talking about getting flowers, good morning texts from 'guy friends', or getting a barrage of compliments on her pictures on Instagram

Growing up, you never fit what was expected of you, always heard how you were very unladylike, whether it was your attitude or how your appearance was not soft and delicate

I'm saying, resting bitch face, being tall, also muscular.

You're not insecure about it, but it would be nice if people just be normal about it and treat you like every other girls

And It's not like you were desperate, just thought it must be nice to be treated like a princess

Getting into the military at young age, following your oldman footprints

And then you met Gaz

Gaz who opened doors for you whenever you were walking around the base, being considerate when he touched you as he fixed your gear. You didn't want to think much of it, but it's kinda hard to when it seemed like he was looking for an excuse to touch you, with him standing behind you, hand on your hip, guiding your shot at the shooting range

Gaz who made you blush by slipping your hair behind her ear

Gaz who picked a small flower and slip it to your ear with that charming grin of his

Gaz who made sure to walk on the curbside when he was beside you as the team go out to hangout at a pub

Gaz who made you involuntarily tear up when he said you're pretty

Gaz who took candid pictures and sending it to you, telling you how gorgeous you are (the flirt)

Gaz who punched a recruit when he overheard him making an attractiveness tier list of the women in the base with his buddies, without you in it because you're 'don't count' (he thought the tier list itself is just weird, but their comment of you is what made him snap)

EDIT : Imma add that reader is STRONK, like- you could take down Ghost in hand-to-hand combat training. And Gaz would stare and thought to himself "I wish that was me"

tall&buff!Reader series

[coridallasmultipass]

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[gho2ty]

unfortunately a lot of my ta2k2 ARE reworkiing other people2 code becau2e 2o much of the tiime iit2 eiither outdated or bloated wiith 2o much becau2e nobody diid a fre2h rewriite they ju2t diid patchwork job2 and now theyre fiinally wonderiing why 2hiit ii2 takiing 2o long or doe2nt giive con2ii2tent re2ult2 or whatever el2e.

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[mete0rbyt3]

haviing a typiing quiirk i2 fuckiing amaziing actually

[onlyangel4]

booking of the century. drew mcintrye. part three.

drew mcintyre x returning!reader

part one // part two // part four

synopsis: triple h books you four years since your last match and a lot has changed but the man you fell in love with all those years ago still has your heart.

warnings: slow burn. will be multiple parts. loss of a parent after medical event. angst (more to come).

series taglist: @leo4242564 @sweezthi

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“we need to talk”

those words, rung in your ears, THAT accent still had such a strong effect on you. you would do anything if it came from his lips. you may have not seen the man in four years but that did not matter, he still had the same intense impact on you, turning your mind to jelly.

you were still in his arms as your eyes looked up, meeting his, “i'm so sorry drew”, you spoke meekly

drew shook his head, “you have nothing to be sorry for, you had no control over what happened” he spoke his voice calm as he removed his arms from around you.  instead taking your hand and pulling you over to the couch in your dressing room, sitting down and patting the seat next to him until you joined him. “i heard about your mother y/n, i am so sorry for your loss”

those words hit you hard, he wasn’t angry. Instead he was sad for you, sad that you had to go through everything alone. “i’m glad that she had you there for the last years of her life. i knew you would be the best person to look after her, you care”, he continued and you couldn’t help it as tears pricked into your eyes. “it would be selfish for me to try and take you away from her, so i just waited”

“you waited?”

“i did, i know things were early for us when everything happened, but i waited for you y/n, i still care about you”, he confessed.

“i care about you too drew, i really do but i don’t think Iim ready to jump back into what we had, these past four years have been so difficult, i’ve changed a lot”, you admitted and a tinge of sadness crept into drew’s gaze as he continued looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world.

“did i ever say i wanted things to go back to how they were”, you shook your head. “i want to go back to day one y/n, get to know you all over again”, he spoke, “things moved so quickly for us back then, we were younger and excited and that meant i never got any chance to sweep you off your feet or spoil you the way i want to spoil my girl. we never even got to go on a date”, he laughed

“so what do you think, are you down to start over. properly”, he spoke softly

you nodded and you could’ve sworn you saw the air leave his lungs as he sighed in relief, “i would love that drew”

“okay so after the chamber we will do that okay love”, he spoke leaning down pressing a kiss to your forehead letting his lips stay there for a moment before pulling away and standing up

“sleep well sweetheart”, he spoke before leaving the dressing room. you were going to sleep like a baby, with dreams of him.

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y/ninsta posted a story

written: chamber fit check

the chamber was a blur. you were sat ringside, so that you could watch drew, a move that damian priest made sure of. The storyline was that your presence was going to throw drew off his game so that he damian could pin him and eliminate him from the match.

you felt bad that your return meant that he was going to lose the match but you knew that it was setting up something bigger, a massive match between drew and priest, one that was going to go down in history.

what the others did not know was that your return was also setting up a massive storyline between yourself and nia. you were going to interrupt the tag match and cost nia and candace the win, giving you a reason to stay on smackdown and feud that you knew was going to be hard but you were sure you were ready for.

you did everything as planned, hopping over the barrier as soon as things looked like they were going to be dire for trish and tiffany. you waved your arms, “you really are pathetic nia”, you called out causing the woman to walk over to you leaving a fallen tiffany alone. this distraction gave tiffany enough time to get to the ropes and pull a prettiest moonsualt on a distracted nia to get the win. you laughed softly as you made your way back to your seat, fans and friends of the sport chanting your name. what you had not been expecting was the text that you received from drew during sami and kevin's match.

after those messages you were left blushing and smiling at your phone like a teenager with a crush. you couldn’t help the hold that drew had on you. you were left thinking of the man as the men’s elimination chamber entrances began. you did as you were told and stood and clapped when damian made his entrance, it was all part of the story, you were damian’s bargaining chip against drew, the reason why the two men were about to enter one of the biggest feuds in smackdown history.

you sat back down and as soon as you heard those swords clashing your heartrate quickened and eyes went to the screen so that you could watch drew make his way down the ramp. you bit your lip softly as you watched the giant man walk to the ring with such purpose. you truly had missed watching his entrances they always left your heart racing and palms sweaty. as drew got ringside he found your gaze with ease a smirk on his lips as he got to your spot leaning over the barrier, “all this violence, this is for you”, he spoke loud enough for the cameras to pick up before winking at you and entering the chamber.

that move had not been planned but you loved it watching the man just strip you down with his eyes and words it was incredibly attractive but you simply smiled at him. you stayed seated for the rest of the match as you knew exactly what was going to happen. when damian finally pinned drew the camera panned to you shaking your head softly and damian was caught saying, “is that really how you act in front of your girl, no wonder she left” leading to drew connecting with a nasty right hand before he rolled out of the chamber and staggered back up the ramp to the locker room.

after the match ended you decided to leave your seat to head backstage to just see your friends, well really just to see him. you flashed your pass at security before you made your way to his room knocking on it and opening the door. you were met by the most gorgeous sight of drew sat down shirtless, bandaging his hands.

“i knew you would be here sooner or later”, he mused not even looking up knowing that it would be you.

“am i really that predictable”, you laughed softly.

“or maybe i just know you better than you know yourself”, well that sentence knocked the air right out of your lungs. because maybe he was right. you had not seen the man in four years and he still was able to anticipate your every move with ease.

“so what did you think?”

“i missed watching you fight, you are just as insane as you were four years ago”, this got a laugh out of the man as his eyes met yours as you sat down next to him

“i missed having you ringside y/n”, he spoke and you smiled in acknowledgement. “so in the interest of getting to know each other again, are you free tomorrow”

“i am, i’m flying out of canada on wednesday”

“good, so am i. be ready at ten tomorrow, we are going to spend the whole day together”

“do i get to know what we are doing?”

“that one is a secret love”, he spoke with a laugh

“what do i need to wear?”

“something casual that you can move about in”

“that has just given me more questions”, you laughed softly shaking your head at his antics.

“trust me you will love it”

“i trust you more than anyone drew”

“i know”, he replied simply, “now you should head back to the hotel we have a busy day tomorrow”

You nodded in response going to stand but his hand grabbed your wrist stopping you. so you stayed in place and drew just moved his head pressing a kiss to your cheek. “text me to let me know you get to the hotel alright”, he spoke and you nodded, not trusting your tongue. you scurried out of the room before you could do something that you would regret. you were supposed to be taking this slow but drew was making it so fucking difficult.

[seiwas]

IRIS I AM LITERALLYABSJXNID XOMF 😭😭😭😭 i love him . thank u . i love him . i loooooooooove him . i ran out of tags iris but him asking for ur socials if numbery is uncomfy? the cherry on top he is literally the dream . the respectful boy to ever . and i need him . want him . NEOOOOOOOOOOOWWW

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

summary: a creep walks up to the shake stand window. your favorite customer scares him off. (college au!iwaizumi x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: college!au iwaizumi, creepy dude but he gets scared off don't worry, buff iwa gets nervous around you

note: so there's a protein shake stand like right outside my school's gym and that's where the inspiration for this little brain fart came from. also this is wholeheartedly dedicated to @shotorus my favorite iwa simp. i really hope you like this, it's my first time writing for your man but it most definitely will not be the last :D

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <3

You didn’t anticipate finding a gym crush outside of the student rec center. Yet, there he was, every day at 5:00 passing the stand and every day at 6:30 ordering his usual, strawberries and bananas with chocolate protein powder. It’s a wonder how strictly he stuck to his schedule and you made it a point to have his order queued up in the system by the time he got to the window. To your detriment, it seemed that your infatuation had become obvious enough to your usually-oblivious coworkers. 

“At this point, I think you took this job just to ogle him,” one of your friends points out as she runs a colander of fruit under the faucet. You give her a lighthearted glare and she flicks a few water droplets at you. “I’d guess you like seeing him more than the tips that other guys put in the jar. You really do so much for this company,” she says patronizingly and you roll your eyes. She had a point; you tended not to notice the phone numbers written on dirty napkins or social media handles hastily drawn on dollar bills. None of them interested you. None of them, except for the dude with a body like a Greek hero that made you want to get kidnapped by some mythological being. 

“I just think he has a nice physique; is that such a bad thing?” She shoots you a skeptical look and you turn away sheepishly to check the clock. Thirty seconds to 6:30. “He should be here in a little bit,” you say quietly to yourself, hoping she doesn’t hear. It’s a nice sentiment, but ultimately futile. 

“You’re counting down the seconds? Man, you’re worse than I thought.” She pats your shoulder sympathetically as she passes behind you and you lean your hands on the register counter. 

“As if you’ve never had a gym crush before,” you fire back. 

“You’re supposed to actually be inside the gym to have a gym crush,” she reminds you and you groan. “Why don’t you just switch your shift so you can see him while you workout?”

“I tutor before this, remember? Plus, I need to be able to charm the evening regulars so I can keep paying rent,” you admit. She nods in understanding and a glance at the clock shows ten seconds until 6:30. Your other usuals had come and gone for the day: the guy in the blue tank top that only seemed to work his forearms and biceps, the girl with the silly socks that had the most muscular calves you’d ever seen, the two frat bros with their backwards caps and arrogant voices. It hits 6:30, however, and your favorite regular isn’t behind the glass. He isn’t anywhere around, you realize. You can’t help the frown that draws the corner of your mouth down and, when you look to your coworker for support, she merely shrugs before grabbing a tub of powder from the top shelf. “It’s odd that he isn’t here yet.”

“Only you would think that,” she teases and you refocus on pulling up his usual order on the payment screen. “Maybe he got sick. There’s that frat flu going around right now.”

“Why would he be in a frat, though? And also, he’s definitely the type to wipe the hell out of every machine he uses.”

“If he uses machines; personally, he strikes me as a free weights-only kind of guy.” Before you can reply, a knock on the glass startles you back into customer-service mode. The man in front of you looked relatively normal, but the way his eyes looked you up and down several times made your stomach queasy. It wasn’t the first time creeps had checked you out through the window, but maybe you were feeling a little extra vulnerable waiting around for a regular who didn’t even know your name. Avoiding the man’s intrusive gaze, you shakily pull up his order, swipe his card for payment, and let him know that his shake would be ready soon. 

“I have a question,” he says slowly before you can run and hide in the back. “What time are you out of here?”

“I’m not done for a while,” you state vaguely, praying that he wouldn’t ask about the remaining two and a half hours of your shift. “I work until closing.”

“I can come back and get you when you close.” His voice makes your skin crawl and his eyes feel like knives on your body.

“Excuse me?”

“Let me take you out to dinner. A nice looking person like you shouldn’t be alone at night.” Your heart drops into your stomach and your feet remain rooted to the floor, terrified in place. Was he gonna try to do something after you were off?

“Look, I’m not interested in any–”

“Hey, man. Are you done ordering yet? You’re holding up the line,” intrudes a voice that feels like a warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Somewhere between his usual order time and the creep asking you out, your favorite little crush came to stand in line to pay. His shoulders seemed extra broad today and the muscle of his biceps flexed under his compression shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring daggers down at the guy who was freaking you out. He’d never looked so handsome, all sharp jawline and flexed muscles and piercing eyes. The creep recoils and scurries away, allowing you to take a deep breath that helps relieve some of the tension in your forehead. By pure muscle memory and running on adrenaline, your fingers swipe over the tablet and pull up his usual order before he can even say hello. 

“Strawberry and banana with chocolate protein powder, right?”

“Yeah, that…that’s mine,” he says, slightly taken aback by the lingering expression of panic on your face. While he eyes you warily, you swipe his card and hand him his receipt, suddenly desperate to just disappear into the back for the rest of your shift. “Hey, are you okay?”

“What? No, yeah. I’m fine, totally fine,” you lie and give him a weak smile. His eyebrows furrow slightly and you can feel him try to analyze you, but not in the dehumanizing way as your previous customer. His eyes searched your expression worriedly and you caught him biting skin from his lip in concern. “It’s just that the guy before you was being a little weird.” Calling him “weird” was an understatement, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him more than you already have. “I’m fine, really.” He watches you for a moment more and then nods, murmuring a thank you under his breath and finding a spot to wait for his shake. 

“This fell on the floor by the trash can,” he says plainly when he walks up to the pickup window after you call out his drink. The creepy guy hadn’t left the area yet, so your fight or flight instincts were still going haywire. Your gym crush, however, momentarily takes your attention by subtly sliding a dirty piece of paper across the counter to you as he picks up his cup with the other hand. “Thanks; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before you can blink, he’s gone, leaving you with a cryptic folded message that makes your head spin. You sputter out an awkward farewell and hastily unfold the piece of paper. 

I’ll be studying in the computer lab until the stand closes. If he’s still bothering you, come find me and I’ll walk you to your car or your dorm or wherever. -Iwaizumi Hajime 

A sturdy rectangle of plastic falls from the paper and you stare at it in disbelief. It was an ID card for the university’s after-hours patrol division with his picture, full name, and student number printed on it. Iwaizumi, you echo mentally, you’re too good to be true. And, true to his promise, he’s a respectful distance away and stands with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants at 9:00 when you lock up the shake stand. You’d lost sight of the creep an hour after Iwaizumi picked up his drink, but the paranoia didn’t leave your body and you’re only able to relax when he approaches you. 

“This is yours,” you say, handing him his ID card with a small smile. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you had to deal with him,” he replies regretfully, uncomfortably adjusting his water bottle tucked into the crook of his elbow. “None of the guys at the gym like him. He’s always hitting on girls and giving them weird looks.” 

“Looks like he was forced to look outside the gym, then,” you laugh lightly, feeling the tension release from your shoulders as you walk next to Iwaizumi in the direction of the parking lot. “Did your drink still taste okay? Or did my nervousness make it taste funny?” When he chuckles, it sounds like sunshine. 

“It was just as tasty as it always is, thank you. You’ve really figured out how to make me the perfect drink every time.”

“Anything for my favorite customer,” you say without hesitation and your face feels like it’s been lit on fire. To your surprise, however, it seemed that Iwaizumi was just as flustered by your words. His eyes widen and his pretty mouth gapes a little bit, blinking rapidly to fix the short circuit in his brain. “I just hope he doesn’t come around here again. He makes my stomach churn.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he forces out and he’s silent for a while until your car is in sight. “Hey, sorry if this is super off-base, but do you wanna workout with me sometime? I can change the time I go but, if it means you don’t feel scared by that guy anymore, I’ll gladly rearrange my schedule.” 

“You want me to workout with you?”

“I’d like to meet you for lunch sometime, too, but I figured I’d start with baby steps,” he admits, running a hand nervously through his hair while you fish your keys from your bag. “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine–”

“No, no, I’d love to,” you reassure him and he looks visibly relieved. “I’ll change up my shift so you can still go around the same time you usually do, and I can just meet you outside. I’ve been needing a new spotter since mine picked up extra shifts in the library.” 

“Great, yeah, awesome,” he says, a little dumbfounded by how eagerly you would give him a chance. If he was being honest, he’d wanted to ask you your name for months since you memorized his order, but he didn’t want to come off as pushy and ruin his chance with you. “Do you, uh, mind if I give you my number? Or I can give you a social media handle too if you’re not comfortable sharing your number.” God, he’s so good. He is so, so good. “Can you let me know you get home safe?”

“I will,” you promise. “Thank you for everything, Iwaizumi.”

“You can call me Hajime, if you want,” he offers softly and the fondness in his voice makes your heart flip. “Iwaizumi is fine too. Anything is fine.” 

“Right,” you smile. “Well, goodnight, Hajime. Get home safe.”

“You too. Talk soon, okay?”

“I can’t wait.”

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[volturiprincess]

A late night conversation with Felix (Extended Version)

Felix Volturi x human mate reader

Summary: The conversation that happens between reader and Felix late at night when reader has a hard time falling asleep Warnings: None really, just some curse words and some mentions of smut but overall cute fluff A/N: I finally got to it and I got to say it was fun to write. its not really structured like a one-shot, its more like back and forth dialogue. Something different but I loved it. There will be a second A/N in the end. F/c: favorite color Word Count: 1060 🌹~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹

(Mighty fine man)

I have been awake for the past hour chatting away with Felix. I am supposed to be sleeping but sleep appears to not be on my side currently. And it does not help that Felix just lets me talk away and does not even bother to make me fall asleep– but that is one of the many reasons why I love him. Our current situation right now is him barely fitting on the twin size bed in my dorm, his poor legs are dangling off the bed while I'm snuggled on top of him with his arms wrapped around me. This is not the first night where we have been like this, Felix likes to visit me as frequently as he can at night when he is not away on some mission or has a night guard shift. Even if I am currently in college (one that is close to Volterra), we spend a lot of time together either studying, going on dates, sex in the most risky places in my campus, and my favorite thing; lying in bed with him late at night talking about the most random crap to exist like now

“ Felix? Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?”

I heard him take an unnecessary breath before he responded

“My dear little rose, sometimes you really are a mystery to me, what goes through that pretty head of yours when iIm not around?

“Well first of all school, and that stupid essay that's due tomorrow but then my mind wanders to you and your jaw dropping arms that just fits so perfectly around me or how your large hand makes quiet the nice necklace”

The way he gasp made me think I really did catch him off guard 

“And here I thought my little cara was a good girl and only focused on school”

“Well you thought wrong big guy, how am I supposed to think clearly when I have you as a lover? The way you know how to have me on my knees for you with just a look is just insane?”

Without even looking at him I knew he had that shark-like grin he gets when his ego is boosted which never fails to amuse me.

“You know the way you always compliment me with your modern words makes me fall for you more than you can imagine”

“Oh don't get soft on me yet big guy, you haven't even meet my delusional self when I lack sleep”

He chuckled slightly

“Oh cara, nothing could make me love you less”

“Hmmm, mind if I ask you something Fe?

“Anything amore”

“Do you have a switch? 

Dead silence once again with his small sigh 

“...No…..why?”

“Because I want to turn you on.”

The dead silence that came after made me think that I finally broke him but then the booming laugh that came out of him made me look up at him in shock. My eyebrows then furrowed in confusion when he calmed down after 5 minutes of laughter

“With that being said short stack you should get some rest, you need it”

“First of all, who are you calling short stack?”

“You obviously, look at you compared to me, you fit on this bed perfectly while im barely on it”

“Well it's not my fault you’re a whole ass unit of a man, look at you, I mean i'm not complaining, I love your size, but then again that's probably my size kink that clouds my mind when I see you”

In a teasing voice he replied

“Is that the only thing you think about when you see me, not my dashing smile, or my wonderful personality that can make you blush easily and make you weak in the knees”

“On the contrary I love those characteristics of yours, your more that I can handle half of the time”

He chuckles again and then says calmly

“Just close your eyes, i'll be here when you wake up in the morning”

“Like it's that easy Felix, you think I don't do that every night?’

“Well if you don't go to sleep then I will make you sleepy”

The dead silence after that was so thick that even Alec’s gift would be jealous.

“Is that a promise?”

He tilted my head slightly so I could look at him and he that look that look like he was going to eat me whole and that instantly sent an electric feeling of aroused to my core

“If you don't fall asleep soon then….no sex for a week”

The audacity of this man– well vampire has to deny me sex for a week is absurd, who does he think he is to say such a thing?

“You wouldn't dare”

“Oh but I will”

“You wouldn't last a day without being intimate with me”

“Oh but I managed to last centuries without having sex”

“Well I uh, now it's different Felix, found your mate now, you wouldn't last a day”

“So you want to bet on that then?”

“WHAT no, are you insane, i'm only saying you wouldn't last, me on the other hand, well that's a different story”

“Alright I won't deny you what you desire, but you need to sleep already tesoro, I don't want you to fall asleep in your classes”

“Well then you haven't met my english professor have you, he has this monotone voice that sounds like a combination of Kermit the frog and a flat line, I don't know whether to hold in a laugh or to fall asleep”

“Kermit the Frog? Who is that?”

“Oh right your like a million years old, he's a muppet and he's a frog obviously”

“A muppet? I never heard of that, is he like a puppet then?”

“In a way, you know what, tomorrow night we will have a movie night and I will show you the muppet movie, okay my love?”

“Alright, but now sleep or I will be serious about my threat”

“Ok ok, don't need to be dramatic now, look i'll close my eyes now”

Unfortunately the minute I closed my eyes, sleep over took me and I passed out in a minute in the coldness that naturally Felix releases and my f/c quilt draped over me that Felix got me for my birthday last year. 

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A/N: The part where I said about having a professor that has a voice combination of Kermit and a flat line is true. Anyways, I hope you like it and my I will start working on a Jasper one-shot, I got inspiration from a song recently so something to look forward to.

[wagestuck]

How's Sollux?

They got married

ARADIA: baby! ii t0ld y0u to wa2h the diishe2 before i get home

SOLLUX: my bad iill do them after the game

ARADIA: n0 ii needed them d0ne n0w

SOLLUX: h0w tf am ii g0nna do them n0w iim 0n the game

ARADIA: iits always the game with you. always the game. always "0h sorry cant rn iim l0cked iin". why cant- why cant u l0ck in on diishes huh? just sitting around d0ing n0thing.

SOLLUX: all this over some dii2hes bro. why u trippin over like 6 plate2?

ARADIA: why cant u wash even SIX PLATES. why should i have to nag u for SIX PLATES.

SOLLUX: you choosiing to nag me btw

ARADIA: ...

SOLLUX: yo wtf u doiin??!!

ARADIA: n0t arguing with y0u. 0_0

[nanamineedstherapy]

The 3AM God Complex

Summary: Gangs of Wasseypur x Shark Tank but everyone has rabies. Previous Chapter - [Tumblr/Ao3] A/N: Some nights aren’t about healing. Some are just about remembering who you were before the job, before the headlines, before they called you ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am.’ This is one of those nights.

One drink in, you remember exactly who these people were before they started calling you boss.

No one remembers whose idea it was to go out for drinks. Probably Ino—he’s the only idiot who still believes in team bonding like it’s an HR-mandated ritual and not just a gathering of glorified traitors with matching lanyards.

Nobody expected you to say yes. Definitely not Nanami.

But there you both were.

At SuzyQ’s, a rooftop bar that plays lo-fi beats in the bathroom and sells ₹800 mocktails with basil foam. You sat with a glass of Old Monk, like a Delhi aunty who just sold her startup to Sequoia. Nanami ordered whiskey. Neat. No questions. Ino was already passed out.

It’s a strange crowd—too familiar, too forced, too close to old wounds.

You told yourself you came for the juniors—Megumi, Kokichi, Yuji, and Junpei—your only source of serotonin these days.

The rest? You tolerated. Barely.

Suguru was already tipsy. He leaned in, confident, like years of emotional absenteeism could be scrubbed off with cologne.

“You’re glowing tonight,” he murmured, like a villain with a PhD in boundary issues. His breath hot with gin.

You didn’t flinch. Just took another sip.

“I always glow when I’m drunk,” you deadpanned. “It’s liver damage.”

He laughed like he’d earned it.

Like you hadn’t spent all of college pretending not to notice how he looked through you in every seminar. Like he hadn’t said your name for the first time after you became his boss.

Across the table, Sukuna was watching like he was trapped in a fanfiction titled Enemies to Lovers, But She Keeps Threatening Me With Legal Action. Arms folded.

“Can’t believe you’re actually human,” he muttered into his glass.

“Can’t believe you think this is a redemption arc,” you snapped.

He smirked like that was foreplay.

You remember him from IIM—topper of Analytics back then, the kind of genius who didn’t need to talk to you. Didn’t want to.

You weren’t on his radar. Not until he joined your company and realized he reports to you.

Now he acts like you’re something to each other.

You know better.

The juniors were the only reason you weren’t chewing glass.

You sat on the floor with them—heels off, legs folded—playing blackjack, laughing like you didn’t spend every workday threatening to fire at least one of them. They were drinking Fanta because Megumi refused to let Junpei mix his rum again. Also because drinking felt weird with his father right fucking there.

“Megumi,” you said, squinting at his cards, “if you bluff one more time, I’m demoting you to IT helpdesk.”

Kokichi snorted. “Like you can survive without him.”

Yuji spilled Fanta laughing.

“Can I get a promotion if I win?” Junpei asked, hopeful.

“No,” you said. “But I’ll let you choose the playlist for Monday.”

“That’s better than a raise,” Kokichi muttered.

“This is illegal,” you said, throwing your cards. “I run a company. Someone fire me.”

“We’ve tried,” Kokichi said dryly. “You just yell louder.”

Toji leaned over, ruffling Megumi’s jet-black hair softly, drunk off exactly one Simba Stout, then poked him in the cheek.

“Play your cards, champ.”

Megumi didn’t look up. “Stop breathing near me.”

Toji laughed. “Still my boy.”

Megumi looked like he was about to report him to HR.

You smiled. Not because it was sweet.

But because, for once, you weren’t the angriest person in the room.

Nanami—who’d spent most of the evening watching everyone like an exhausted class monitor—finally leaned in as you reached for another drink.

“You scare me,” he said softly. “But in a way I think I might like.”

You blinked.

Then coughed into your glass. “Virgin.”

He looked away. Adjusted his collar. Sipped his drink.

Nobody noticed Gojo wasn’t there.

Because nobody missed him.

Except him.

He found out when Suguru—drunk and glitter-dusted—posted a blurry group photo with flash, noise, and glasses raised on his Instagram.

Caption: “workplace wellness ✨🖤”

You were in the background, mid-laugh, drink in hand, head thrown back like you weren’t the rage-fueled CEO who told people to die at 10 AM standups.

He showed up twenty minutes later.

Still in his office clothes. Tie loose. Hair messy. Smile uneven.

You saw him walk in.

Didn’t acknowledge it.

He hovered behind the bar, awkward, waiting for an invitation that would never come, watching as you laughed at something Toji said about protein shakes being the new Bitcoin.

His eyes didn’t leave you once.

Sukuna watched him too. Not kindly.

He raised an eyebrow when Gojo lingered behind Suguru, hand resting on the back of his chair like he belonged there.

"Should’ve stayed home, Satoru," he muttered.

Gojo didn’t reply. Just watched.

Watched you throw your head back when Yuji pretended to mix a Fanta Mojito and served it to Nanami. Watched Megumi gift you a paperclip ring as a joke, and you wore it anyway. Watched Junpei and Kokichi mock your bluffing skills like you weren’t their boss. Watched Toji call you “CEO-sahiba” and you let it slide.

And then he remembered.

None of them were your friends back then. Not Suguru. Not Nanami. Not Sukuna. Not even Toji.

So why were you laughing with them now?

You were just there. The girl who ran on too much caffeine and not enough eyeliner. The girl who didn’t get invited. The girl who brought her own food from the canteen and studied alone on the hostel roof. The girl who hung out with him quietly while he chased someone else with better hair and worse ambition.

When the night ended, you stepped out first.

He followed. Finally. Cutting across the floor.

Your heels clicked against the wet pavement, barely making it to the curb before he caught up.

"Wait."

You stopped.

Gojo grabbed you, gentle but firm.

"Why do you hate me?" he asked. Voice low. Jaw tight. "Since college. I know I did something. I just... don’t know what."

No excuses. No apologies.

Just his hand on your wrist, phone in your other, laughter still warm on your face.

You turned. Slowly. Eyes colder than the night air.

"I don’t hate you," you said.

He exhaled. Hope flickered.

You glanced down at his fingers. Still long. Still trembling.

"I just don’t think about you at all. People grow apart."

And like fate was waiting, Utahime pulled up in a white BMW.

She stepped out.

Saw you. Saw his hand on yours. Saw the way you looked at him like a childhood drawing you no longer recognised.

She didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.

The look in her eyes said enough—like watching a memory erase itself in real time.

You pulled your hand back.

A black Koenigsegg Jesko—the kind that doesn’t belong in any of their tax brackets—rolled up next.

Window down.

Your name spoken by the driver like a prayer and a password.

You turned, gave Gojo a smile that meant nothing and everything.

"See you Monday, bro."

Then, for the first time that night, you smiled—like he was ordinary.

And stepped into the car.

He watched it drive away.

Utahime didn’t say a word the whole way home.

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TL;DR: You were laughing with your enemies like you didn’t want them dead. And Gojo finally realised what everyone else already knew: you’d never been friends with any of them. And he never even noticed.

A/N: Who do you think drove the Koenigsegg? 👀 And more importantly—did Gojo deserve that ending, or was it too kind? Drop your damage in the comments. I’ll be reading with popcorn & poor impulse control.

Next Chapter - Samosas, Sockets & Strategic Sarcasm - [Tumblr/Ao3]

All Works Masterlist

[wyncest]

oh goodness. oh yes it is. let me explain how correct this is

the entire theme of the album is Literally about being your own god. You are in control. it is so comforting to hear that, as a trans person, i can do anything. skys the limit. because no ones in control but Me.

thinking about the album in retrospect, of course its kind of about religion. "divine inner tension/divine intervention" i mean its an obvious theme, but if you think about it deeper, its more like *lack of* divine intervention. as in, "god isnt going to save you, only you can", or something along those lines. god isnt going to intervene in your toxic relationship, hell hes not going to even intervene on abuse and murder, its a reminder that that You, The Human, are in control.

you could say maladapted is actually about quite the opposite, but i would argue its more about controlling the world Around You. trying to take control, Play God. But you Cant. You are in control of yourself, and nobody else, just how everyone else is. Nobody plays God.

in the climate we live in, being trans is hard. its so hard and annoying and really just a pain in the ass. you gotta come out to a bunch of people, you have to consult doctors and psychs and do all of these things, which is great and all, but in the end its Tiring. you dont have to force yourself to do any of these things. You Can Just Exist. Existing is Tiring, but in the end, its Your Life. cut out those transphobic family members, take that hrt, in the end its all about you. you are the main character of your life. (mob psycho reference, cant help it)

Divine Inner Tension by Hail The Sun is Transgender!

requested by anon

[hypno-matt]

Although it is fun to be mindless and empty, sometime you gotta do some self care moments; and with that, i lay my case to you:

Get some water, relax your mind, and have a chill day!

- a dom switch who really loves to cause chaos

- and doesnt know how to spoiler / hide gifs

yyyes.. iim gonna ddrink some watter ffor the spirall.. @_@

Thank you for this!! I've been taking it easy these past few days and a post like this helps me relax and care for myself even more!! :]

[dayssincewelastsawthree]

yo :3 iim juno, i use it/him/zir, and my main is @recurring-gig-in-autumn! basically what it says on the tin. everyday i post how many days since weve seen three!

i will post everyday at 6pm est. if an episode was posted on youtube before then and it has three ill post "day 0" instead of "day x" and ill have a screenshot with it ^_^

ill probably stop after shes been properly introduced but if this gets enough followers ill keep it up coz why not lol