#i have... 200+ drafts...

[arminsumi]

✎ "i don't want to be the strongest"

さとる

gojo satoru sobbing to you like a howling puppy after a long day of missions, missions, missions just endless missions because now he has become the strongest. and what a burden it is to be the strongest.

"i don't wanna b-be the strongest... i don't wanna be a god. i wish i was like anyone else... i wish i was someone else..."

he only calms down when you soothe him and bring his head to your chest so he can listen to your thumping heartbeat.

"you're not a god to me, you're just my boy, satoru. my precious boy."

and he takes those words and etches them into his heart.

i'm her boy. just her boy... and everything's okay as long as i'm her boy.

only with you can he be weak and feel good and safe. peaceful and relaxed.

"you're my sanctuary..." he sniffles, his pretty tear drops rolling off his reddened cheeks and wetting your shirt and neck.

[lovelyghst]

would i be crazy for saying ghost enjoys (mostly) clothed sex more than anything. well, more for him than you.

like, just being able to get you down to your cute bra and panties, propping you up on his desk so he can thumb at the swollen, little bud beneath the cotton you wear. humming when the fabric starts to get wet and sticky, playing with the puffy thing as he pleases.

you contradict him in every way; pretty, pink lingerie hugging your frame a stark contrast to the black, heavy-duty cargos that hang off his hips and an equally dark, though certainly not loose, t-shirt to show off his broad shoulders. soft skin up against his rough exterior, gentle lips pressed to his scratchy beard. your clothes intricately detailed, light and lovingly cared for, while his are embedded with smoke and gunpowder and an overwhelming need to devour you whole. you’re far too sweet for him, he thinks.

he drinks in your sounds, the soft little hums that spill from your throat when your jaw falls lax shooting straight to his dick. his lips even twitch into a smile when your hands fist at his shirt, your hips nudging forward a bit when his knuckles graze your nerves teasingly.

he snickers at your giggles when he has you unbuckle his belt for him, just ‘cause he finds it amusing when your fingers struggle a bit with the leather in your dazed state. a tender grip on your wrist guiding your hand into his boxers rather shamelessly, having you knead him to a full erection before you’re finally allowed to take it out.

he usually hands you whatever you’d like and on a silver platter, without the need to even ask, but sometimes he makes you earn it. he promises it’s for your own good, sweetheart. you can’t complain.

he carefully urges one of your legs up and onto the desk, knee bent with your foot planted right on the edge for better leverage, a more depraved sight. rubs the pretty tip of his cock up against your wet spot, the only intimate bit of him exposed as his fingers are curled tightly around his shaft, guiding his movements.

and he fucks you just like that; your panties pulled to the side, further ruining the perfect pair as he gradually pushes into your sweet cunt.

he’s benign at first—slow and careful as he gives you time to adjust to the stretch, hardly moving much at all as he lays kiss after kiss to your forehead as a means of grounding you—but it isn’t long before you’re crumbling into that world where you’re dizzy, dumb on his cock, and the only noises coming from you are sharp huffs punched straight from your lungs. he isn’t too fast with you, but he’s fucking deep, and big in every sense of the word.

he holds you delicately compared to it all, with his hands at your waist and hips, giving you a faint squeeze in allotted intervals that seem to match up with his groans. similar to that of a cat preparing its sleeping place.

you know that’s what he plans for later, anyways. your pussy always knocks him out.

and sure, he’ll let you hike the hem of his t-shirt up just enough to stare down at his pretty abs, to rake your nails across his navel as he renders you speechless on his cock. he might even have you take it off for him completely if he’s going for multiple rounds with you.

but otherwise, that’s the best you’ll get from him on most days.

perhaps it’s the power dynamic, or maybe he simply feels more comfortable like that; either way, you know it’s fucking hot.

[aardvaark]

in Leverage, in the background of some scenes you can see ads for or clips of another Dean Devlin production, The Librarian movie series. seems like The Librarian movies exist in the Leverage universe. BUT! at the end of the first david job, sophie’s storage unit contains the Judas Chalice, which is the titular arrifact in "The Librarian: Curse of the Judas Chalice". it’s not an actual artifact irl. so there’s kinda 2 possibilities in my head at the moment:

sophie stole the prop, and considers it so precious that it’s stored amongst her stash of very real, very old artifacts. she’s like the worlds biggest Librarian fan.

the plot of The Librarian movies & tv show are real in the Leverage universe, and the movies are dramatic retellings of real events. sophie owns stolen cursed artifacts because of course she does.

(notably, sophie is seen holding & blowing into the judas chalice right after admitting that she has the real second david… you know, her big betrayal? the reveal of her judas kiss? etc etc)

[borealwrites]

I see your (general) “Kakashi expects children to be half as smart as he was at that age” AU and raise you a “Kakashi thinks children are way dumber than they actually are” AU. His only in-person experiences with pre genin are himself, a year at the academy, and Naruto.

So he’s convinced that Iruka is some kind of god for wrangling 17 half-feral children (and Naruto) into real human beings who can read and write and use chopsticks and deadly weapons. Yes, clan children probably learn a bit before, but still.

Kakashi: can’t believe you taught them almost everything they know

Iruka: I didn’t??

Kakashi: I watched you turn 18 hellions into mostly functional members of society

Iruka: most of my kids were well behaved

Kakashi: they absolutely were not, I once saw baby Shino bite Chouji and Hinata took out Gai’s kneecaps because he stood still long enough for her to catch him

[wcndersouls]

[pigeonedlilac]

Thank you guys for the love always . constantly nervous abt what I’m posting but you all always make it worth it 🫶🫶 my love to u!!!!!!!!

comes on here to drop you this ..

thinking about Yuzuru becoming more and more enamored and he doesn’t even realize it 🗣️🗣️ can anyone in the crowd hear me 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

I will be back on to browse enjoy and repost later. Rn I’m going to snooze ^^ good night to all hokuto enjoyers specifically

[resident-rats]

Scrolled through all of my drafts to find this at the bottom - which would have been some point in May 2023.

Jail. Jail forever.

[shartfinz]

As someone who’s favorite Mario character (aside from Dimentio) is Gooigi I ask if you have any Gooigi fanart

I didn't so I made these drawings really fast at work just for you

I didn't finish my sentence but I don't remember what "he's" supposed to be so sorry

[dykekarkat]

might do a fic which is just a compilation of andreil pov missing scenes from tgr...i feel like its been weeks since ive tried to write andreil and this is technically post canon so we shall see if it goes well or not.

[breakingdiamondboi]

Thunderclash: *staring at Rodimus* Rodimus: What are you looking at, huh? You wanna fight? You think you're better than me, don't you?! Thunderclash: Oh, I apologize, my prime. I was merely lost in your optics. Rodimus: wHAT?

[hauntedselves]

today in therapy

... was not the last day of therapy, but i brought up - and my psychologist "strongly agreed" - that i'm at a place now where i don't need regular therapy. i think my psych has been hinting at this for a while now, and i knew but i kind of wanted to keep therapy going regularly - there was this undercurrent of, idk, 'regular therapy makes me Special'? which obviously isn't true, going or not going to therapy has no bearing on your worth as a person.

(this is a long post, so i'm putting a read-more)

it'd been about 3 months since i'd last had therapy, during which i moved 4,000kms across the country and started studying veterinary medicine. so a lot had happened! but aside from some health anxiety flaring up (combination of not having the local support system anymore + actual health issues), and some rocky moments which were to be expected in the move, i've been doing pretty well. and i like going to therapy - psychology is a special interest of mine (obviously as i run this blog (even if it's sporadic!)), and i guess, like everyone, i like talking about myself lol. but i knew that i've made so much progress over the ~4 years i've been seeing my psych, that it's time to accept that while i'm not 'recovered'*, i don't need regular therapy anymore.

i'm glad i made it. looking back at old diaries, i can't imagine existing like that now - that constant dissociation, panic attacks, nightmares every night. therapy + medication + going low contact with abusive people = i'm genuinely ok. yeah, i still get nightmares but they're more like once a week than every night. yeah, i still dissociate but only when i'm really stressed. yeah, i will need to be on medication probably for the rest of my life, because my brain just can't handle not having those synthetic chemicals. but i'm ok - i can self-soothe after nightmares, i can ground myself out of dissociation, i can calm myself out of panic attacks and anxiety.

and hey - if you're reading this and thinking, god i wish that were me - it can be!! therapy might not be for you but there are other ways to learn these skills. and they are just skills - things that can be learnt! maybe you need medication, maybe you need to not be on meds, maybe you need intensive inpatient therapy, maybe you need to just have regular catch-ups with someone you trust to talk about shit. whatever healing looks like, that's fine. you can do it too!

*(in the sense that autism + brain changes from PTSD + need to be on medication probably forever, etc. = not ever going to be 100% recovered (which doesn't really exist anyway). there will always be flare ups and triggers, there will always be things that are hard, but you can get to a point where you have the skills so you can deal with these things by yourself, and know how/when to reach out if you need help)

[good-beans]

A little creative summary for the year ✨ (Template)

Even though I'd done art inspired by/for others before, it was my first time doing proper trades and projects together -- thank you for including me :D

As for writing, I was worried about my thesis next year since I'll be rewriting most of my novel which is a lot to do in a single year..... until I realized I posted 83,794 words for fun in 2024.... 😅 (11,259 words of longfic projects, 54,642 words in drabbles, 17,893 words in creative but explanatory posts, and who knows how many in wips/unposted things :0)

Though writing on here may slow down bit with my thesis, there's no way you can stop me from working on fic completely 😂 I also have some translyric projects I want to complete within the year, as well as the usual art ideas I'm plagued with haha!

[kindest-little-fella-in-town]

22

OH, MY BROTHER…. YOU STRUCK GOLD!!!!!

[nbchannibalheritageposts]

not sure what got into me but i just queued like 30 posts for this blog. the next month is going to be a full one.

[txmxkis]

have Got to start using the queue again

[endlessfebrvary]

//so I'm chatting to my bby love right now about drafts and how behind I am. and I'm genuinely curious how y'all go about answering things in a timely manner, and how you keep from being overwhelmed by the sheer volume of replies/memes. I'm trying to change old habits, like I truly don't want replies sitting in my drafts for months anymore. so any insight is appreciated <333//