#<- (oops x2)

[pyladeshungover]

[hongluboobs]

Hey girl you must be an angel. because a

[oh-no-its-bird]

bird. bird please. please. please write a ficlet/short oneshot for me about kakashi having raw meat cravings and how he deals with them. please. and at night he starts having dreams about the ghosts of his ancestors (including tobirama) at a feast or something where theyre eating. raw meat. or he dreams that theyre encouraging him to like 'you're so skinny because you don't have enough meat!' and kakashi thinks he's developing a mental disorder. please bird would you do it for me

Anything for you random anon in my inbox <3

Kakashi, the unfortunate lack of knowledge of the Hatake clan kekkei genkai, and his relationship with food; As seen by others over the years.

Oh also if you're brave enough to come off anon and give me ur ao3 I'll edit the fic to be gifted to you

[dyke-stuck]

this is such a fun idea genuinely. vriska on vriska fist 8ump!!!!!!!!

please use he/him or 8/8 for ghost vriska and she/her or 8/8 for alive vriska on this post, they are transmasc and transfem respectively!

[tabooiart]

my rusty meeting @op3ra's rusty. not 2 be biased but i think they'd get along

[hungriestheidi]

skipping into ur inbox for sebchal and orgasm denial

oops.

The cadence of his voice becomes warm and soaked in something like compassion. A delicate drop of sweetness amidst a sea of bittersweet perspiration. One minute too long, a kiss atop a trembling hand, the burning heat spreading underneath his ribcage. 

A better man wouldn’t beg, but Charles is far beyond concern, far beyond civility. 

The words drop out of his mouth like petals from a rose, bruised and soft, mumbling as he drifts between stages of consciousness. He forgets what is himself, what is the other, what is the temptation to give in, give up. Please, please, please, it’s not time, please, I need, I need, I know, I know, you can do this, I can’t, fuck, please, don't leave me, don't you dare...

A shiver runs down his spine at the forgotten feeling of fingers skirting down his chest, mapping the shape of his sternum. He doesn’t look, doesn’t dare to see, if there’s a ring to be found, if the skin is still marred by morning sun, if the coppery strands of hair still grow like wildflowers under his sleeves, if his thighs are still scarred from that time his nails dug in too hard, too meanly and left tiny bloody imprints.  

There’s a feeling of too much all at once, his body spread and ripped open, a fire crawling from top to bottom as he sinks in a bit, rises once more, the burning becoming numbness, the numbness becoming hot white explosions in the sky. 

The emptiness that follows is always hard to overcome. 

Charles crawls across the bed, ditches the toy and the lube and puts on dirty underwear before the duvet comes to rest over him. In another life, he’s still being played like a string, a married man’s love affair for a summer or a spring or a hundred weeks. 

As it is, Charles can only play himself, play the fool, staring at the screen, waiting for the miracle of a message to come. Maybe one day, maybe one day…

[strlitetheatre]

its so funny how you dont post about women

its so funny how this is my blog n i can do what i want? just bc i dont talk abt the women of hatchetfield as often doesnt mean i see them as lesser and/or dont like them, which is usually the conclusion ppl jump to in this fandom ive noticed..

whats crazy is ive been planning on talking about ruth more + emma bc i like their charas but now im contemplating on being a little bitch about it out of spite lol

[sleepy-vix]

i want to participate in my interests so bad but aughhhhhhhhh school

[etoilebleu]

@startold sent: "Enough words, more action." 💋 ( the master to eleven )

he's quick to close the space between them, pressing his lips against his rather aggressively before the doctor can react. it makes a deep red blush bloom on his cheeks, the doctor at some point placing his hands on his shoulders and clawing at the fabric, falling right into it.

but no, hold on.

the time lord tears his face from his, inhaling sharply to catch his breath, brows downcast.

" just so im following--- you don't want to hear my findings on how quantum physics doesn't exist in the pocket universe...? "

[kresnikcest]

Sorry I am chronically in love with Ludger severely underreacting to something serious/overreacting to the wrong thing and Julius being more freaked out about it than Ludger is 😌

[daz4i]

it's always so funny when you talk to a professional abt symptoms you have and suddenly find out the things you've been doing your whole life are, in fact, not normal

my psychiatrist asked me abt my obsessive behavior and such and at some point she asked me how long I'll spend on like, arranging something that feels out of order to me. and i said "oh it's not too bad, not more than a minute at a time probably ^_^" and she said "yeah. but. well. when it's an action that takes two seconds. spending a minute doing it multiple times is still quite a lot" oops 😳

[lokh]

youre supposed to be saving ur payslips huh....

[sad--tree]

been to 4 concerts in the past 2 weeks and now ive nothing for over a month :( what am i supposed 2 DO with myself now......

[starlingsrps]

wesley michael walker, thirty, army medic

wes was born and raised outside of powell, tennessee on the family farm. he's the youngest of five and with his only brother being fifteen years older than him, his sisters held most of the influence over him growing up which is fine by him - shep's kind of an asshole.

siblings are: shep (45), grace lombard (40), mallory bryan (36), belle west (34), katy (30/twin). his parents are michael and della walker. his and katy’s birthday is november 2, 1913. she’s ten minutes older and she reminds him constantly.

he was sick a lot as a kid - scrawny and runty with raging asthma and a superpower for catching every single blessed illness that passed through the school and house. he and katy batted the same cold back and forth for over a year and argued over which one of them was worse off constantly. katy was diagnosed with tuberculosis six years ago so he guesses she won, for all intents and purposes and reminds her of that every year she has another birthday.

(gallows humor is crucial for survival in the walker family.)

wes and katy may have the sickly ones in the family but they used that time to study. katy was studying literature before she went to the sanitarium and wes spent enough time with idiot doctors as a kid to figure he could probably do it too.

by college, wes had grown out of his asthma, inspired by a biography of teddy roosevelt that he read when he was twelve that convinced him all he had to do was beat it was start hiking and boxing. the boxing didn't take but to this day, there's nothing that he likes more than a very, very long walk to clear his head. east anglia's a little less hilly than he'd like but it'll do.

katy split to study literature out east and when wes decided to go study biology at the university of tennessee, neither decision met with much excitement from the rest of the family. there was much bitching and moaning from shep about how he should stay back and help on the farm but wes feels like shep was always bitching and moaning about the farm, as though the tailspin it was in wasn't equal parts him being shit at management and the depression. it was a rough time - shep and his family had taken over the farm while wes and katy had moved to town with their parents in retirement. his other sisters had all gotten married and were also living in town, leaving shep on his own and not taking it well at all.

wes can't say he feels all that responsible - it's not his fault shep doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.

he studied biology and took a huge hit emotionally when katy was diagnosed with TB and went to live in a sanitorium in virginia. she's his best friend and he misses her. she's his most consistent pen pal and while he wishes he could see her, he's also kind of glad he doesn't have to watch her shrivel up.

for the rest of the thirties, he was in medical school in memphis and picking up odd jobs here and there where he could and when time allowed for it - a lot of bartending and waiting tables, whatever he could do late at night after class. he worked in a lot of music clubs and has a lot of very strong opinions on music as a result - jazz is fine and all but he'll take blues any day.

he was within the finish line of his residency with a job lined up in nashville when the war started and, like just about every other man in the country, he enlisted in the army and joined the medical corps. he had a mild concern about passing the physical with his childhood asthma but managed to squeak by and was stationed in north africa until being transferred to thorpe abbotts.

comparatively, this is almost cushy. he's seen shit in the past few years that he never imagined, shit that he doesn't think he'll ever shake. not that it's any better here but at least there's some sense of a day to day routine that makes him feel more steady. it's easier in some ways, impossibly harder in others but he figures he'll get through it somehow.

wes writes a lot - mostly to katy but to their mother (his father died in 1940) and sisters as well. he keeps a journal that he tries to write in every day, even if it's only one line. he may, he thinks, want to look back at this one day.

wes is a nice young man who was raised to have good manners - he'll yes sir/no sir a man to death. he has a good heart and wants to do right by everyone he meets but he also learned young that the only one who was going to look out for him was him. he's reserved until he's comfortable and then he's a chatty little shit.

he's just a stubborn fucker who will shoot it to you straight but also doesn't love or befriend anyone unless he knows it's going to be for life.

[dropthedemiurge]

🥺 yeah

Sorry, but I will be annoying with dozens of t/n notes as I translate another Korean show or a K-pop song because I care too much and I want everyone to feel the same exciting and specific vibe of that moment described, how extremely poetic or undergroundly raw the lyrics are. i want you to feel deep in your bones how stupid that dad joke was. Even if I make mistakes as I try to unravel the author's mind, I cannot give you just the typical Google/Papago translation. I want them to speak right into your heart and I'll do my best to become that bridge.

I love you translator notes I love you translators caring that I fully grasp the meaning of the original text I love you translators adding cultural context and specifics so I can better understand what's going on I love you long rants on why a joke is impossible to translate I love you translators adding their little comments to the scene I love you translators feeling human and involved in the material I love you translating as a form of art I love you little t/n abbreviation

[imvgincs]

don't you have somewhere else to be? ( aurora & milo oops )

.  𓇬 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 .

                                    ❛⠀⠀c'mon rory , ⠀⠀❜ㅤㅤ his words tether the tightrope of a plea and exasperation . and , the question shot his way almost has him rolling his eyes . he hates when the girl gets petty like this . when he has to fill the gaps of her silence .ㅤㅤ❛⠀⠀how long are you going to keep this up ?⠀⠀❜ㅤㅤhe questions in retaliation , cool and calm being hard to maintain when rory's cold shoulder was so brutal . ㅤㅤ❛⠀⠀you act like i don't have time for you , but it's you who's been pushing me away . ⠀⠀❜ㅤ a harsh laugh dares to bubble up to the surface of his bitter expression . this all feels ridiculous in his own mind . just a few weeks ago the two of them were perfectly fine . ㅤㅤ❛⠀⠀if you want me gone ,⠀⠀❜ㅤㅤhe starts , his temper getting the best of him . ㅤ❛ ⠀⠀just say that .⠀⠀❜ㅤㅤ ㅤ