#I literally cannot help myself

[heyitschartic]

I must be an insane woman because I am redoing the Undersiders Mall Cluster Trigger

[ritz-writes]

Fun fact: Spotlight Wukong can sing as well! But he still has stage fright, so he never does in front of anyone. Literally no one knowx that he can sing other than Macaque and MAYBE dbk (also feel like ao lie might have heard him at some point during the journey cuz i see them as besties). He's a rlly good singer too. He and Macaque used to do duets when they were alone back on FFM. But, after Macaque died, he just... kinda stopped.

Do what u will with that information <3

[vael-fire]

Weight of the World

Alonza, an Oath of the Ancients paladin, desperately wants to convince Halsin that he deserves all the love in the world. Aka Act 3 bonus romance scenes my brain invented to resolve outstanding character trauma weeee~ Named for BRMC's song "Weight of the World"... because Halsin.

Tags updated with new chapters.

Chapter 1: Let the Master Become the Student

“Did you wait to tell me that you wanted me… because you thought, somehow, you didn’t deserve to be happy while the shadow curse lingered?” -Alonza

"Every straight-laced, tight-assed paladin could benefit from a sweaty, semi-feral bear-man willing to help him unleash his inner freak." - Astarion

[chigirisprincess]

@ my prev reblog ..... turning diluc into a butch .....

[kristsune]

me: im not going to do audio for the rq stream, im just gonna grab a couple things

also me: already has over 2 minutes

also also me: godfuckit

[funkyfatbabe]

god i love lockets i think its so nice just carrying someones picture around like that tommy bought me one and im too scared to wear it because i know what im like ill fiddle with it and click and unclick it until its broken and i dont want to break it ughhhhh

[uncanny-tranny]

I think it would really benefit people to internalize that mental illnesses are often chronic and not acute. Some of us will never be able to jump the hurdle of managing illness, much less sustaining a sense of normalcy. Many of us will never "recover," will never manage symptoms, will never even come close to appearing normal - and this is for any condition, even the ones labeled as "simple" disorders or "easy-to-manage" disorders.

It isn't a failure if you cannot manage your symptoms. It isn't a moral failure, and you aren't an awful person. You are human. There's only so much you can do before recognizing that you cannot lift the world. Give yourself the space to be ill because, functionally, you are.

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

happy international asexuality day to my aroace king york

[bitchslapblastoids]

Help they’re making fun of us on twitter for caring about dnp sharing a bed guys did you know it’s so weird to think two men crammed into a tiny bed together for months on end who went to great theatric lengths to hide it and also exist in the context of all in which they live and came before them means they probably also fuck

“Wattpad ruined this generation” fuck offffff with the joylessness

“can’t two guys sleep together without people fujoshing out” DO YOU KNOW WHAT FANDOM YOURE IN??? WAKE UP.

[triple-starsss]

sonic and jet are bitter exes in triple stars. end post.

[uc1wa]

Your Roy Harper fics literally make me fertile feral. Idk if ur doing request or anything and if not you can skip but

Trashy Roy who’s the campus plug that’s it honestly I just think about getting high with him a lot my baby 🫶🫶🫶

BABE? HOW DID YOU KNOW I HAD SOMETHING IN THE DRAFTS AB PLUG!ROY? answering this as a lil drabble ‘till i finish that <3

roy harper who has a nasty thing for girls who’ve never let smoke touch their tongues, god forbid, their lungs. roy harper who has a real gross thing for girls who are active members on campus, high grades and high club involvement. roy harper who is sick and twisted in his desires to fuck you whenever you walk past him in the campus smoke spot, never imagining yourself to be sat there. never imagining yourself to want the feeling that a high brings like the losers who sit there between classes.

until you are.

until your head is spinning from presentations, papers, and finals and you’re texting your friend begging for her plugs number. sending a quick text with her first and last name, asking if he’s on campus tonight to deliver some to you.

roy harper’s no idiot; he’s got eyes all over campus, and he knows your name the second you tell him.

so, as any good plug would do. he’s pulling up to your residence fifteen minutes later. he’s luring you into his car and once he has you sat, it’s hard for his dick to stay soft.

baggy sweatpants, but he knows what’s underneath. a baggy sweatshirt to accompany, but the sliver of skin he can see around your neckline is more than he can ask for.

roy harper will graciously give you his ‘welcome special’ including an extra pre-rolled blunt, a free smoke sesh to hotbox his car, and a free fuck on his backseat.

returning customer? he might recline his seat and let you ride him. suck him off and you’ll get some free rolls!

[cogneartive]

visualising the man i have to become

[comfortfrogblog]

“everyone is capable of experiencing goodness and joy. not me th-“ *EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

[robinsnest2111]

thinking about the Benson doesn't go ham on his coworkers AU where he and Randy tentatively get closer, Benson learns Randy recently turned 21 but no one really celebrated with him (except his mom who set up a very childish birthday party, party hats, confetti, an adorably decorated crocodile-themed birthday cake and all, maybe even invited some of her friends from church, Randy just letting the celebration happen around him, staring off into the middle distance, expressionless while all the middle-aged ladies congratulate him on his big day)

So Benson takes it upon himself to take Randy to a bar, get him his first alcoholic beverage, trying to get Randy out of his shell (or so he says).

After some back and forth, and some white lies fed to Randy's mom about where he's going and what he's doing ("just a sleepover with a friend from work, mom, no we won't stay up too late"), they end up in a bar a couple towns over (lest word get back to his mom) to properly celebrate.

It's still quite early, not too many patrons mingling just yet. Still, Randy clings to Benson's side like his life depends on it while Benson orders him his first drink. It tastes absolutely awful, and since he's with Benson and has built up some trust, he actually voices that thought albeit in a quiet voice only meant for Benson's ears.

Benson lets out a surprised chuckle, picks up Randy's glass to take a sip, then declares: "You're damn right it does." He assures him it's an acquired taste with a mirthful tilt to his lips, and Randy agrees to try another.

This next one, Benson explains, is a mixture of alcohol and soda, sweet enough to cover the awful taste but packing quite the punch if you overdo it. Just as expected, Randy takes a liking to it, asking Benson to get another one as soon as that bottle has run dry.

The hours pass, the evening drawing in more patrons to the bar, seats and tables are filling with people getting more and more drunk and loud by the minute. Randy is quite tipsy at this point, but also more open with his expressions and reactions to Benson's banter, actually engaging in their conversation, Benson revelling in Randy's attention and marvelling at how beautiful it is to see the boy so alive for the first time. They're still huddled close together, both pretending it's due to the bar filling up to capacity (and, if they're honest, beyond) but it's also something else neither of them can or wants to put a finger on quite yet.

Once it's some time past midnight, the patrons are starting to get a bit too rowdy for Benson's taste, a couple of them stumbling and bumping into Randy's shoulders in their drunken efforts to get from one end of the bar to the other. They apologise but the pats on Randy's back while they slur their "sorry, buddy"s make Benson's blood boil.

He decides it is time to go home, both he and Randy had enough for the night. And it's best to leave when the spirits are still high. Randy is very much drunk at this point, having had one too many of the deceptively sweet drinks. He clings to Benson all the way to his car, stumbling along, smiling up at him with unbridled adoration. It does weird things to Benson's heart.

Getting Randy into the passenger seat and all strapped in to make their journey home is surprisingly easy, the boy's limbs obeying at the slightest push and pull. Randy rolls his head into Benson's direction as soon as he's in the driver's seat, about to turn the key in the ignition. He shoots Benson the brightest smile he's probably ever smiled, mumbling out "Thank you Benson, I had so much fun. I think I love you."

The last part made Benson's heart stop for a second. "We'll see about that in the morning once all the alcohol has worn off."

cue Benson and Randy getting back home to Benson's place, tiptoeing past Benson's mom, curling up in Benson's bed. Randy waking up a couple hours later with a raging hangover, Benson helping him into the bathroom, holding his head and rubbing between his shoulder blades while poor Randy pukes his soul out into the toilet bowl. <3

[dalkyum]

Yugyeom ✿ 영재의 친한친구 [230105]

[mossterious]

Something about me is I will always get immediately attached to any character who wears sunglasses all the time. Not even in a “omg pretty” way but simply in a “omg twins” way. If any character wears sunglasss they are mine now <3