#I don’t write often

[onyx-got-clowned]

eeeeee ok so i decided to write a lil oneshot of the chain as cryptids au, with a little bit of self projection onto wild- (i made him autistic and use they/them - slighting non binary coded on accident🙏 which i hope is ok, i just got carried away)

Gift giving

Cryptid!wild + Cryptid!hyrule bonding <3

Wild was, well- wild. He didn’t take kindly to being forced into a box, some would call them a man because he looked like it, when in reality wild was just wild. Not a ‘man’ or ‘woman’- just wild. He was also told by strangers, whenever in one of their brothers hyrules, they would get caught into conversations somehow and were told that they were rude for not making eye contact and moving around- when in reality that just meant they were paying attention! Hylians were just weird! When wild joined the chain of strange heroes, he felt like an outcast in some ways, these were all beings who knew how to interact with each other, wild liked cooking for them, it was wilds way of showing they cared and did want to be friends, which was not something he normally did, but you know- when your forced to travel with people Sometimes, they would find a stream, and practice facial expressions and giving eye contact, but they’d get lost focusing on the fish darting into their reflection. The stream was going at a slow pace, but the sounds of it rippling through itself was nice. The sounds of the forest creatures coming by to drink the cold water and leaving just as quick made the atmosphere just as good. Eventually sky had came by, probably to come get me to make dinner. 

“Everything alright?”

He chirped, crouching beside me. His wings folded in on himself as to not hit me into the river, since he did have past accidents of doing so. I nodded, my antennas swaying in the wind, i watched the stream carefully, picking out the patterns in the way it moved downstream, i think wind would’ve liked to sink into the water, it was deep enough to sit in. Sky was probably going to say something else, but i saw the sun hit something just right in the water that made it sparkle. I immediately dunked my hand in, making sky jump at my sudden movement, i got whatever it was, and tugged it out of the soil. I shook my hand dry, and found that i had grabbed a bracelet, with sea patterns, strange runes on it, and opal gemstones engraved into it.

“Ohh cool! I wonder what it does! We should ask legend! He might know since it seems ocean themed and he’s a merman of sorts”

Sky ecstatically ushered me to follow him back to camp, so when we got back, sky darted to legend. He had dragged him over, and legend carefully examined the metal bracelet.

“Looks like something to keep you from getting wet, the bracelet i assume is something that can absorb water into the opal gems that would originally get in your clothes or skin and keeps it dry.”

He explained, handing the bracelet back to me. I nodded, smiling softly. If there was one thing i knew, is that hyrule didn’t like getting wet in his fairy form, and he was the few people I’d yet to truly interact with for longer than a few conversations. I knew he was out and about, but i didn’t know where- i decided to wait, sitting patiently in a tree as i swung back and forth repeatedly by my legs on a sturdy branch. Hyrule came back a couple minutes later, with wood in his arms. He set them down and sat next to legend, sparking up a conversation. I didn’t want to interrupt, but hyrule needed to have it! Even if wild did really want it, hyrule would like it more and find better use for it. I hopped down, small bells and chimes sounding from no where as i basically bounced over to where hyrule was sitting. I stood near his field of view, trying to find a pause in their conversation to make movement and get his attention. For a couple seconds, it was quiet between them, and hyrule looked to me. 

“What’s up?”

He softly questioned me, raising a brow. My antennas flicked as i registered his question, and i remembered why I’d been standing there. I extended the bracelet to him, he was a bit taken aback, but smiled and took it. 

“Thank you wild! What is it?”

He tilted his head, looking to me again. I waved a hand to legend, trying to ask him to explain- which he got the memo. 

“Oh! Wild gave you a bracelet that helps keep you dry, it seems the opal and runes engraved on it give it magical properties to keep water off your skin and clothes.”

He explained once more, pointing to the engravings and opal gems he was talking about. Hyrules wings fluttered slightly, in which i hoped was joy, he turned to me and smiled even wider than before. 

“Thank you! This means a lot, since i know you like to hoard things like this, and you’re willingly giving it up for me.”

He sounded slightly guilty in his tone, which i managed to pick out based off his head bowing. I waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention, my antennae’s flattened as i scowled at him.

‘Give you, make me happy, you happy’

I signed to the best of my ability, getting my whole gesture across. He nodded, smiling again. 

“Thank you, again-“

He laughed softly, it sounded energetic, which meant he was happy. That cheered me up, Hyrule hopefully knew i wanted to be best friends now, maybe even brothers! Like how he would refer to legend or wind. Wild knew he would’ve liked the bracelet, but this was a better choice.

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This AU belongs to @sapphicseasapphire

I wanted to write somethin and this AU scratches the blupee coded part of my brain :3 i love the art you make and it always makes me happy stim seeing it!!!

[ezrasipad]

Vent Writing, Lawrence Oleander

“What are you?”

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, revealing the depths of one's being within a single glance and yet, in Lawrence’s eyes there was nothing to be seen, there was no trace of a mortal soul remaining. Instead, he only physically resembled a human and even that was a faulty mask, a body devoid of purpose and burdened by the weight of existence. A bittersweet smile broke out on his face, not an expression of genuine joy, but rather a manifestation of his inability to fathom his mother's piercing question: "What are you?" Did she perceive him as a threat, a monster in disguise to be feared? Was this cruel question an attempt to purposely upset him or perhaps she really thought of him a stranger in her own home? She wasn’t exactly wrong to ask that, what was he? Not even he had the answers to that. They had pushed him to the shadows, treating him like a shameful secret that must be concealed from the world. Instead of seeking to understand him, they chose to ignore his very existence, sweeping him under the rug of their collective consciousness which probably only made him develop into the odd, poor, and pathetic excuse of a human he is today. It was only when his emotions erupted suddenly when he could no longer bottle it up anymore, unleashing uncontrollable meltdowns that not even he could decipher, that his family was forced to acknowledge his presence. His laughter haunted the rooms, endless laughter dripping from his lips, he has finally gone mad, his mother could see in that very moment how lost Lawrence became in his own head. In those moments of vulnerability and chaos, a glimpse of his inner workings became undeniable. Yet, even then, it was only more reason for his family to mistreat him. Lawrence longed for acceptance, for someone to see beyond the facade he had constructed to shield himself from a world that couldn't comprehend his complexities. He yearned for his family to embrace him, faults and all, to be able to have someone to see him and not think to him as a monster. But until that day arrived, he would continue to wander through life, a solitary figure caught between the realms of existence and nothingness, he is after-all just a pathetic boy.

(This is a vent post btw sorry for the ramble been going through some stuff with my parents and my mood swings have been absolutely terrible lately :,D)

[zenon-karr]

A little script Drabble I wrote as I imagined the byler kiss and Melville breakup. Melville after Chuckie’s dead bug from Rugrats to represent how dead the ship is. Will upload in an actual script but I’m at work waiting on a delay rn and bored so I wrote it:

INT: EL’S ROOM

MIKE

Are we just not gonna talk anymore?

EL

What’s there to talk about?

MIKE

About what I said at Surfer Boy Pizza? I said I loved you. I think we should clear things so it’s not hanging over us during this thing.

EL

Loved. Mike, be honest…

MIKE

(Slightly offended) What do you mean? I thought that’s what you wanted me to say?

EL

What I wanted? What I want is for you to mean it, not say it. But Mike, I was connected to you�� holding your hand when I piggybacked. I could hear your thoughts and feel them. I know you were not honest.

MIKE

Eleven, that’s ridiculous? Of course I was! What is this?

EL

(A BEAT and then!) You couldn’t stop thinking about him—-

MIKE

Eleven, I—

EL

Every letter you wrote me you asked about Will. Every one of them and I was so scared you didn’t love me anymore, that I lied in all of my letters to be what you wanted me to be. Even when you came to Lenora, I saw it even more. You kept looking at him and I kept lying and changing myself for you to try to win you over and I realize how wrong it was. I shouldn’t have to change myself for anyone.

MIKE

(Defensively) I-I never said you should?!

EL

It doesn’t matter. It’s what I did. And that’s why I think we need to be friends instead. I don’t blame you. You said you loved me for who I am. But I don’t know who I am. So I can’t expect you to. I hope we can be friends because I don’t want to lose you but I think we both know this isn’t working.

MIKE

(Vulnerable) Yeah. If I’m honest, I don’t think we were connecting like we should. I just didn’t want to tell you because I was scared to lose you. Because I do love you the same amount as I always have, if not more! But…(wavering) I’m not…in love with you. Especially after Rink O Mania, I just didn’t want you to think you’re a monster…because you’re not! You’re incredible and I really do love you!

EL

I know. And I love you too, Mike. So….are we okay?

MIKE

Yeah. Of course.

MIKE smiles in RELIEF. And EL extends her hand to grab MIKE’S.

EL

Friends?

EL and MIKE shake hands

MIKE

Friends!

THEN: MIKE turns the handshake to a hug and THEY hug tightly. They part and:

MIKE

Thanks ,by the way….

EL

For what?

MIKE

The painting of course! It was amazing! I loved it!

EL

(Complete visual confusion) What painting?

BEAT: MIKE gets it.

MIKE

I gotta find Will!

MIKE bolts out the door.

INT HOPPER’S CABIN

MIKE rushes to search for WILL inside and frantically runs outside only to realize Hawkins has fully turned into the Upside Down with monsters hunting everywhere!

MIKE

Will!!

EXT HOPPER’S CABIN

WILL

Mike!?

MIKE hears WILL shouting his name but he can’t find him yet. HE frantically runs searching for WILL.

MIKE

(Frantically) Will!? Where are you!!?

WILL

I’m over here!

MIKE runs over to find WILL huddled behind a tree and grabs ahold of him.

MIKE

Are you okay?! I could hear you but couldn’t find you!

MIKE is holding WILL for dear life making sure nothing happens to him.

WILL

(Scared) Y-yeah I’m okay.

MIKE

(Quivering) I was so scared something happened to you.

They share a moment that is cut short by a monster GROWL! They make a run to find place to hide. MIKE and WILL are running fast to find a hiding place and MIKE directs WILL to a newly rebuilt CASTLE BYERS!

MIKE

We can hide here!

On WILL emotional as he peaks inside seeing that it’s been rebuilt with the ripped picture taped up and his drawings put up!

MIKE

(Nervous) C’mon let’s go in.

The two of them crawl inside and MIKE pulls WILL into an embrace. The two of them huddled up afraid and breathless not only from the monsters but from their embrace.

WILL

(Stunned and emotional) Did you rebuild this??

MIKE

(nervous) Y-yeah. I mean…I spent every day here when you wouldn’t call, missing you. I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.

MIKE remembers the painting. He and WILL forget their surroundings and gaze at each other getting each other finally. Without any words, MIKE pulls Will closer and kisses him full off emotion and passion unlike anything he’s ever felt before. They continue to kiss but WILL breaks.

WILL

(Breathlessly) I love you.

MIKE

(Also breathless) I know.

MIKE smiles and gazes at WILL seeing him as like it’s the first time.

They resume kissing and between kisses:

WILL

I’m confused I thought you love El?

MIKE

(Pensive) I-I do. I do love her. But….(BEAT) I’m in love with you! (Nervous rambling) I-I realized when you moved that I always loved you and that’s why I’ve been such a jerk. I’m sorry I was an asshole. To tell you the truth I was jealous when I came to Lenora because I thought you liked someone else. I wanted the painting you did to be for me and now I know it is!

WILL

(Reassuring) Mike, relax. Of course it’s you. It’s only you. I was just scared you didn’t feel the same so I pushed you away. I meant everything I said about it. Sometimes…truthfully I feel like a mistake but you make me feel like I’m not a mistake at all.

MIKE

(Blown away by the admission) You’re not. I would never think that. I hope you know: I love you.

WILL

I love you too.

MIKE and WILL continue holding each other as monsters growl and screech to end the scene

[saram2sarang]

i’m not very good with words

i’m kind to myself

but i am lacking in many ways

i can’t spin my words carefully enough to convey how my heart aches when i want to grab my best friend turned lover turned best friends hand as we walk into the market but i know i cannot and i quietly remember holding them here just a few months ago

i can’t write about the pain i feel when i pass by the stranger that shares this house with me as i walk to check the mail

no, an acquaintance

no, a roomate?

no, my brother.

i can’t even speak of the comfort i feel when the sky colors pink and orange and it glows before me and i realize for a second that there is value in being alive

i’m not good with words so

i can’t tell you how i didn’t sleep well some nights in elementary school because my heart was still racing as i rested my head on the pillow

after i closed the door in my drunk fathers face to console my mother who was hiding in my room, who hid behind me as he shouted

i couldn’t explain the sadness that seeps through me every few weeks when i beg myself to be different, to break the cycles

to keep trying because tomorrow too, the sun will set and the sky will glow again and for a few seconds i will find solace and i may be still or i may rush inside to grab my phone and take a photo so i can live in this moment later, in this memory

i’m not very eloquent, you see

but i hold this pain inside of me like i’m just waiting for someone to come pick it up, to give it a new home for i cannot house all of these troubles any longer

and one day if i’m lucky, i’ll read through a thesaurus and i’ll finally get my GED and i’ll speak prim and proper and i’ll write something sleeker

but for now i did my best, i hope that’s okay.

[melodicwriter]

When you read a fic so good that you’re beside yourself and don’t even know how to function

[hungharrington]

personally i struggle with emotional vulnerability so im not really an “I love you” person? the words get stuck and feel unnatural

BUT READER GIVINF STEVE A HANDJOB N THE FEELING STRIKES HER. she just rests her chin on his shoulder and does a cheesy movie-esque love stare up at him, all you know how much i love you right? love you sooo much stevie. you’re perfect and make me feel so safe, so loved, love you so much for all of that. love you love you love you love you whispered in time with the movement of her hand. leaving little sucky pecks on the chubs of his cheeks. acting as if nothings new when it’s all done, idk if he’d point blank ask or imply but just a “:] hmm? oh, i dunno what you mean stevie :]”

BABEY this was such a 10/10 request like…. the way i sent this to at least 3 different moots when i got it…. ur brain…. so have some subby!steve & as always it’s so in love MDNI this entire blog is 18+, i know the request is for a fem!reader but i’ve kept it gn!reader, 1.1k words, enjoy! <3

You don’t think there’s a prettier sight than how Steve looks when you have your fingers wrapped around his cock.

Cheeks bright flushed pink, eyes screwed up, his chest rising and falling quickly, the muscles beneath his tummy clenching and rippling as you move your hand up and down as fast as you please. 

He’s making those sweet noises you just adore so much — little low moans, each breath laced with a keen that you know will turn into a whimper when he gets closer to the edge. All of his noises go straight between your thighs but right now isn’t about you. It’s about Steve.

The couch cushions press into your legs as you shift, rearranging to be closer to him. You hook your chin over his shoulder, you spare hand creeping up his back, slow and soothingly. The wet sounds of his dripping cock sound fucking heavenly, doused in his soft quiet moans, as you curl your fingers into his hair. Raking them through, your thighs press tighter together when Steve lets out a particularly loud moan. 

“Mm, feeling good, Stevie?” You talk lowly, so close you know he can hear you. You press a kiss into his shoulder, nuzzling your nose along down to his collarbone, your hand fucking his cock a little bit faster. Steve keens, fighting to keep his hips still, trying to be good. His hands clench into fists at his sides. 

He’d had such a day and you had offered to take care of him and Steve just wants to be good for you. 

He nods quickly to answer your question, creasing his eyes open to meet yours and you feel his cock twitch at the sight of your adoring gaze on him— chin on his shoulder, hand gliding his cock so perfectly, dropping another kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder. 

“Yes, fuck, yes— your hand is always so good, baby.” Steve pants lightly, eyes still fixed on you. They drop to your lips and you don’t deny him, pushing up and leaning in to kiss him. He’s messy with it, not quite the usual practice he has and when you thumb over his slit, Steve groans into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, a high whine escaping his mouth, hips jumping up to meet your hand. 

His forehead drops, leaning against yours and you lean in again, your next kiss on his cheek. 

“Good, y’so good baby. You know how I love you, right?” You murmur, nearly cooing, right as you scrape your fingers through his hair again. Steve shudders beneath you, his eyes cinched shut but a whimper still slips from his throat, loud and high. You speed up your hand, the squelching of it getting louder and louder. 

“Shit,” Steve curses, peeking his eyes open. “Y’can’t say tha- that right now or— ah— I’m gonna cum in a minute.” 

“Love you soooo much, Stevie,” you continue like you haven’t heard him, twisting your hand in that torturous way while your other hand strokes down the nape of his neck, your touch soft with love. Steve gasps loudly, his hips bucking again and all his moans melt into soft whimpers. You kiss his cheek again, nuzzling your nose against his as your adoring words pour out. 

“You’re perfect f’me, you know?” You whisper, your thumb teasing his tip again. Steve whines, his chest heaving with his whimpering heavy breaths. You can see his hands flexing, forming and reforming fists over and over. “You make me feel so safe, so loved, Stevie, love you so much for that.” 

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. He sounds so wrecked for you, voice all raspy from his moans. “Fuck, honey- you can’t just— nghm—“ 

“Love you,” you whisper lovingly, your hand twisting into his hair again and tugging lightly. You speed up your hand tugging his heavy cock, heat bubbling in your tummy at how it leaks all over your hand, the head of it flushed bright pink. You kiss his cheek again sloppily. 

“Love you, love you, love you so much,” You say, drinking in his fucked out expression— brown eyes hidden away, pink lips parted in a whine, his blush standing out against his tan skin. Steve trembles against you, breathing jagged. 

“You can’t—“ He whines softly. “I’m gonna— oh fuck, baby—“

“You can.” You hush him sweetly, another kiss to his shoulder. “C’mon, you can, Stevie. Wanna see you cum f’me, baby, wanna see you cum while I tell you how much I love you, yeah?” 

Steve heaves a deep stuttering breath, his hands finally moving from his sides to grip at your shirt— his fingers twist in and he tugs you impossibly closer. His face turns to hide in your neck as his whimpers start to catch, hips bucking up uncontrollably into your fist. Sweet whiney noises pour into your skin as his orgasm builds up and up — you sweep your hand along the back of his neck again and say it again, a low loving whisper of “I love you,” and Steve breaks. 

His whine is so noisy as the first stream of cum dribbles from his cock and when you don’t slow your pace, you feel his lips part and his teeth sink into your shoulder lightly. He whimpers pathetically, his top half turned to cling to you while you work all his hot cum from his cock, painting your hand and his thighs with it. 

“Mm, so good, love you Stevie, love how well you did for me,” Your murmurs tide Steve over until his soft whines of pleasure turn to whimpers of overstimulation and you finally release his cock. Your hand moves to thigh instead, giving a soft rub as you try to coax his face out. 

“That was big, huh? You came a lot.” Your gaze wanders to his cum-streaked thighs and you can’t help the tiny giggle that titters out of you — it’s enough to get Steve to lift his face. He’s so pink still that it makes you want to coo at him. He looks only a smidge embarrassed, more blissed out than anything. 

“I told you,” He huffs breathlessly, a lazy smile on his face as his head lolls back to rest against the couch. “You can’t say that and expect me not to…” 

He gestures wordlessly to his crotch and you laugh a little, snuggling back up to him. You kiss his neck, nosing up to kiss his jaw and Steve waits patiently, humming happily when you reach his lips. 

You pull back with a teasing smile, “I know but I don’t expect it to keep working every time.” 

Steve waves a hand, eyes slipping closed as his lazy grin spreads. “Mmhmm, liar. You know what it does to me.” 

His words are lovingly, like he loves that you know what he loves. You kiss his cheek once more. 

“Yeah, I do,” you admit gleefully. “And I love it nearly as much as I love you.” 

Steve’s dick gives a soft twitch against his thighs and he groans, face screwing up for a second. “Don’t,” he warns. He opens his eyes to glare at you but there’s no heat. You grin and kiss him again. 

[stuckinapril]

Well it may seem like the end of the world but tomorrow’s a new day & the sun will shine just a little brighter with each moment that spring inches closer & you will find the people who cocoon you like a warm wool blanket & you won’t have to cling so hard to those who strip you bare anymore

[jarchaeology]

when i first started this blog i got an anon saying that i shouldn’t tag jensen in my finds because it was unfair to embarrass him.

anyway, i wonder if that anon came from one of the twitter people who repost my finds without credit and get 20k views on “never before seen” pictures.

[yaksha-lover]

ahh just thinking about malleus and yuu finally having their ‘you called me by my name’ moment. no more tsunotaro/hornton, no more child of man. just calling each other’s real name in a moment of panic.

[secretmellowblog]

For me the ‘canon homoerotic subtext’ between brick!Valjean and Javert is really more about the parallels between Javert and Eponine, who are explicitly set up as character foils.

Brick!Javert isn’t obsessed with Valjean like he is in adaptations. He’s not psychosexually obsessed with hunting him down; he really doesn’t seem to think of him as being any different than any other criminal—- he doesn’t think about Jean Valjean much at all until after Jean Valjean saves his life.

But after the barricades, Javert’s sudden weird desperate emotions about Jean Valjean are like a twisted mirror of his character foil Eponine’s weird desperate emotions for Marius.

Some guy takes pity on them, and extends them a bit of basic impersonal kindness— and they react by descending into this violently self-destructive suicidal admiration built on self-loathing. They’re both described as making themselves the “dogs” of Marius/Valjean, the dogs of people who barely remember they exist.

And anyway! I think there is potential to explore things there in analysis and fanfiction

[qupidology]

short shintarou thoughts for the girlies :)

Midorima was a patient man. He prided himself in it. Prided himself in his ability to keep his head leveled no matter what the situation was. And yet you were constantly one to make his patience run thin. Your consistent testing of his patience is exactly how you ended up bended over his lap, panties ripped, cheeks burning from the relentless impact of his rough palm and a dildo shoved up your pretty little cunt.

"S-Shin!! 'M sorry I-" "Aht." He brought his hand down on your already red ass pulling a mix of a cry and a moan from your lips, your body slumping as he rubs your ass with one hand and starts pushing the dildo deeper into you with the other.

"I told you five minutes right?" His voice gentle as he smacked your ass once more, not paying mind to the please and cries for him to stop, "I expected you to listen to me, kitten. You would've gotten everything you wanted and more, and yet," He brought his hand down again, tskin at the way you cried out for him and the way your legs shook, showing him you came without his permission. "You continue to be a disobedient little pet, hm?"

Sighing softly he pulls the dildo from your hole, flipping you over on his lap so he could see your tear-stained face in all it's flushed glory, "It's fine, master will just have to train you again, won't he?"

[otaku553]

Something funny for your spy x family ASL au

Luffy took ONE look at loid and internally went 'oh sweet. He's a spy like sabo' and never brings it up while anya just stares at him horrified and like with ace and sabo, he just never brings it up.

This also happens with yor and anya makes a funny noise

(As i am typing this my dog has the zoomies and is running around like a maniac)

HAHA YEAH THIS WOULD DEFINITELY HAPPEN

I think loid’s a good enough actor that luffy wouldn’t figure it out immeditely from like just a few seconds of meeting him but give him a minute or a few and he’ll figure it out on vibes alone

[autisticlancemcclain]

Lance flicks on the lights and his soul damn near leaves his body.

“Jesus H. Christ one a one-wheeled motorbike, Pidge,” he gasps, hand pressed to his galloping heart. She doesn’t laugh — Pidge doesn’t laugh often — but Lance has learned to read her, in the year or so they’ve been in space. He recognises the twitch of her mouth, the flash in her eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Your lock code is embarrassingly easy to guess,” she says in lieu of an answer. Lance smiles reflexively at the matter-of-fact, half chiding tone. He pulls finally away from the wall, having caught his breath, and starts rifling through his cabinet.

“Yeah?”

He hears the shuffle of blankets, the muffled hits on a pillow being shoved into a lap. When he glances out of the corner of his eyes, he finds her sat comfortably in the dead centre of his bed, criss-cross-applesauce, nails picking at the threads of his pillowcase and eyes blinking owlishly behind her glasses.

“Yes. Fifty eighth most common four letter password.” She pauses a moment. “Spelling F-A-R-T with numbers is very immature.”

Lance snickers. He’d forgotten what his password spelt, he’s used the same combo so long. “Is that right?”

“Yes. You should come up with something more secure. It was my second guess.”

“What was the first?”

Pidge doesn’t seem to notice his curious look. Her eyes are focused on the items in his hands, watching diligently as he sits on the floor next to a dish of water, squeezing some soap into his hands and rubbing it all over his bare legs. Her head is tilted with a similar look of inquiry.

“Your birthday. What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, Lance removes the cap from his razor and starts to carefully drag it down his calfs, rinsing it every two strokes in the water. Pidge watches with rapt attention.

Weirdo, Lance thinks, fondly and hypocritically.

It doesn’t take long for the questions to start firing off.

“What’s the point of shaving your legs?”

“Gets rid of the hair.”

“Why do you want to get rid of the hair?”

Lance takes a moment to gather his thoughts, answering truthfully. “Lots of reasons. Not all of them I’m proud of. I started mostly ‘cause Veronica did it and I used to do everything she did.” He pauses. A sad smile pulls on his lips, and he swallows around the comfortingly familiar lump in his throat. “Well. ‘Used to’. If she was here I’d probably still be puttering around after her.” He finds Pidge’s eyes and smiles at her, winking. “Older siblings are easy to hang off of, huh?”

Her mouth twitches. She breaks eye contact, resting her chin on her knees and moving the pillow under her legs. “No. Older siblings are annoying. And ridiculous. I once followed Matt around all day and wrote down every single time he said ‘ow’. He said in on average twenty-three times an hour.” She meets his eyes again, mouth pinched and eyebrows raised. “Your average is twenty-four.”

“I see.”

“You should tie your shoes.”

“Nah.” He taps the razor on the side of the dish, gently sliding it to the other side of him and switching his razor to his left hand. “Anyways. When I was your age I mostly did it ‘cause Ronnie did it. Helped with swimming, too. But as I got older…” He frowns. “As I got older, I started feeling like I had to, I guess. Like I was ugly if I didn’t.”

A pinprick of pain makes his hand still, lifting the blade from around his ankle. A tiny drop of blood swells at the base of it. He sets the razor down, quickly grabbing a towel and dabbing at the nick. Ankle wounds always bleed so much — it doesn’t even hurt anymore, but he can’t pull the towel away or he’ll stain the floor.

“…Do you feel that way now?”

Lance doesn’t answer for a long moment. He hears Pidge fidget, clicking her nails together. The blood finally slows enough for him to pull away the towel, and he resumes shaving the last half of his leg — much more slowly, this time.

“Not exactly,” he says carefully. “I recognize why I feel that way. I know where that pressure comes from, why it’s harmful. But it’s still…there. I still catch myself thinking cruel things; I have to spend a few minutes talking myself out of them. I tried stopping for about a year. I didn’t like it.”

He finally finishes swiping up the last line of soap, rinsing off his razor and then gently running a cold, wet cloth over his legs to get rid of any lingering suds.

“Do you think you’ll try to stop again?”

“Hm. I don’t think so. I like the feeling of smooth skin more than hairy skin, I’ve found. It’s nice on fresh sheets, plus sometimes hair tickles me and makes me jumpy. Plus, it’s easier to moisturize.”

“Ohhh,” Pidge says, and when Lance looks up there’s a real look of understanding on her face — not the practiced one she puts on when she doesn’t actually get something but doesn’t want to look dumb. “Like — it’s the same as why you don’t like jeans and socks.”

Lance smiles. “Exactly. I’d walk around in nothing but shorts and a big t-shirt, if I had the choice.” Legs clean and clean-shaven, he picks up his tube of lotion and starts dabbing dollops all over the skin. “That’s all I ever wore back home.”

“Arizona is freezing half the time!”

“Cuba,” Lance reminds her.

“Oh yeah,” she says again. “But what about when it rained?”

Lance shrugs. “Better to wear flip flops and get wet feet than wet socks. Wet socks are the worst.”

“Yeah.” She shudders. “Like prickly sweaters.”

He hums. The lotion smells like juniberries, which kind of smells like pineapple and hibiscus mixed with a strange, almost spicy scent. Not quite home, but close enough to be nice.

He doesn’t ask Pidge why she broke into his room while he was in the showers and sat in the dark waiting for him to get back. The same way he doesn’t press when she follows him down the halls, disappearing behind corners when he turns to look, or sits by his feet during movie night. He lets her be prickly with affection and learns to hear the undercurrent in her constant comments and rambles, learns to read her questions about every thing he does as curious rather than judgemental.

She would ice him out for weeks if he said it out loud, but there was this stray cat that lived near his house, when he was young. It hissed and spit and clawed if you came halfway near it; Mamá had forbidden him from trying in case it was sick. But he used to leave out water for it at night and sometimes even sneak Abuelo’s heating pad, and every once in a while it would let Lance sit near it without clawing him. Once it even attacked one of the older kids who used to chase him after school.

It’s no coincidence that Pidge always happens to be in the same room as him 90% of the time. Or that she can guess his passcode easily.

“Hey, Pidgeon,” he says, unwrapping the towel from his hair and starting to work in the leave in conditioner. “The lockcode on my snack drawer is the same as the room code. Just so you know.”

She stares at him for several minutes.

Her mouth twitches.

“I could have figured that out myself.”

“I know.”

“You’re weird.”

He smiles. “You too, nerd.”

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou finds himself trying to live up to an expectation he never thought he would have to—being some kind of sex god. He’s not really sure how this rumor started, or from who, seeing as most of his experiences were with close friends that he knew didn’t run their mouths about his sex life. But after so much ‘news’ being spread about his uncanny abilities in the bed, he finds himself trying to live up to its expectations.

Which makes sex with you…entirely too awkward. It’s not that he doesn’t wanna do it, or that he’s not attracted to you (couldn’t be farther from the truth, actually). It’s the fact that he’s sure you’ve heard the rumors, read the stories from tabloids and shitty Reddit posts. You must have, with the way you smile all sultry up at him and rub a hand down his bicep and grin all prettily at him.

It’s why he cusses extremely loud in the otherwise quiet room when he’s above you, and slips. He’s still not sure how it happened; you were laying beneath him and he was on his knees in between your legs, resting his weight on his hands beside your head. He knows it couldn’t have been a strength thing, with his arms giving out, but he’s embarrassed nonetheless.

Especially when the slip makes his head knock against yours.

You groan loudly, rubbing your head as Bakugou cusses again, pulling his body weight from on top of you as he sits on his knees. He’s irritated now, at his stupidity, at the weight of being better than he knew he actually was weighing on him so heavily, that it’s fucked up your first time together. He opens his mouth to apologize, ask if you want him to drop you off back at home, but he stops himself when he sees your wide grin and hears your quiet laughter.

“Me almost knocking you unconscious with my head is funny to you?” He asks accusingly, but he can’t help the small smile tugging his lips when his words only make you laugh louder. You nod at him, giggling all the while you pull him down on top of you again. He gives a little resistance before he falls onto you until his nose brushes yours.

“Yes, actually.” You chuckle, soft eyes searching his. “It’s nice to see that Dynamight is actually human, and still occasionally fucks up.” You whisper, smile diminishing but genuine all the while. It makes Bakugou soften, a huff escaping his nose as he mashes his lips against yours until you feel teeth and giggle again.

“I never fuck up,” he grunts against your mouth, smiling when he feels your smile against his own.

“Tell that to the knot on my forehead.” You snark back before he’s pulling you in again.

Realistic sex with him includes the time you both laughed when you released too much air while in doggy position and it made a funny sound. And when he accidentally stumbled while carrying you and you bit his lip too hard to be sexy. And when he collapsed from exhaustion on top of you after trying to initiate, instead finding comfort in pulling out of you so you two could just cuddle instead.

[allyouneediskilly]

The Takaba vs Kenjaku fight was such a uniquely good piece of writing for jjk I’m still wrapping my head around it. Kenjakus big bad plan involved forcefully transforming Japan into a new world of jujutsu sorcery, he wants to create something that has never existed before.

And he’s immediately responsive to Takaba, whose cursed technique can manifest phenomena so long as he finds it funny, because of this desire. And the “fight” is so funny! Akutami clearly has a love of comedy and it’s nice to see him stretch his legs in what has become a very joyless manga.

We see how delighted Kenjaku is during this fight, he’s been alive for a thousand years and no doubt countless battles, and finally! he’s experiencing something new.

Meanwhile, Takaba, after years struggling to chase his dream of being a comedian now flung into the insane world of jujutsu as a late awakened sorcerer, has finally found someone to be his partner, someone willing to “yes and” his sketches, to get in on the joke with him, you almost forget they are fighting to the death.

In a weird way, both men get what they’ve always wanted, and it all ends in a genuinely beautiful moment between them.

You never know what circumstances you’ll meet your soulmate under, and these two men met as opponents in a battle of jujutsu sorcery and it couldn’t have happened any other way.

[himbo-in-limbo]

Chica: We’re finally meeting our new band member today!…..how are you feeling Freddy?

Freddy: Do not worry Chica, I am alright! I look forward to meeting our new band mate.

Staff: Alright! Your new friends just about ready! Are you guys excited to meet them?!

Roxy: Hurry up and show them already! I’ve still gotta do my hair before the show!

Freddy: Aha, Roxy be nice!

Staff: Okay then! Come on out Monty! He’ll be your guy’s new guitarist!

Chica: (why is he wearing HIS glasses….) OH!…it’s nice to meet you!…

Roxy: Lookin cool newbie!……

Monty: Nice ta meet cha ladies! I don’t do good at introductions so let’s just Rock n’ Roll!

Staff: In honor of your “Mentor” you’ll be using his guitar! Show starts in 15 so why don’t you all get acquainted in the meantime?

Monty: Heh, Thanks.

Freddy: (Why... did they give him those….)……(they were his…..they were!-…..I can’t think about this now…)

Freddy: Welcome Monty!….it’s nice to meet you!…

(End.)