#I’m tired boss

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

[autumnhobbit]

what must it be like to have families who are normal and negotiating any interaction with them isn’t like 5d chess

[fruitflavoredchapstick]

Every time I come home I’m like omgg it’s so much better than when I left :333 then the horrors begin

[casualamrgo]

Bonus:

[himboskywalker]

I know I posted that writing meme ask and then disappeared.😅 a lot of you sent me lovely messages and I just wanted to let you guys know I’ve had a super draining/difficult couple days and I wasn’t trying to be an asshole and ignore you guys. I appreciate y’all sending them in and I’m sorry for disappearing straight after 😵‍💫

[thenadnerb02]

I can’t help but think there’s something inherently comical about Nooroo’s expression here.

Like, obviously he’s physically and emotionally drained by all of Gabriel’s villainy and hates that his powers are being used to attack innocent people yet again.

But at the same time he’s just floating there perfectly embodying the “I’m tired, boss” meme and I can’t help but chuckle a little

But I hope that when all is said and done and Nooroo is finally rescued and reunited with his fellow Kwamis, he takes a nice, long, peaceful vacation.

[significant-narratives]

leafs don’t blow a lead challenge: impossible

[anamn3si]

Oggi si prospettano 12 ore di treno per tornare a Genova. Tutto ciò dopo che settimana scorsa un viaggio in aereo, che sarebbe dovuto durare un’ora e un quarto, si è trasformato in un’odissea di 9 ore. Settimana, peraltro, passata a ingerire farmaci per febbre/mal di gola/mal d’orecchio. Come se non bastasse, tra 7 giorni devo tornare a Roma; ergo: altre 6 ore di viaggio.

✨ LE VACANZE, LA MAGIA DEL NATALE ✨

[rad-flaming-sword]

a pox upon your house. and may all your youtube recs have betterhelp advertisements

[thiefpodcast]

“We each owe a death, there are no exceptions. I know that. But sometimes, oh god, the green mile is so long.”

[sheabuttahwrites]

this next chapter of in the Morning been kicking my ass. 😩

[justscreamingnothing]

not even in my dreams…

please god let me dream something fun and romantic and cute and sexy happens to me with no weird strings attached thank you!!

[smolbasilboy]

I am so overwhelmed at work and it’s making my depression creep back

[twothirdsgenius]

i understand why “avoid venting to your friends about your mental health issues and talk to a therapist instead” is a valid take but my god is the reality of it so fucking lonely

[virgothozul]

[poppyswriting]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

One shot: Blitzø x hell born! Reader.

Summary: A stand up night, that was all it was meant to be. Or maybe it wasn’t..

Word count: 1,0k

Warnings: no use of y/n, smut suggestions but nothing too crazy, friends with benefits, slight angst but fluff.

Notes: This is a one shot ! ! A short story that just came into my mind out of nowhere, and because let’s be honest lil’ Blitzø needs love for fucks sake. If there’s any grammar mistake please let me know ! !

It was no secret that you wanted Blitzø. Well, at least not for Loona.

It all started when you submitted your application to work for I.M.P, you got a call back and had to meet your boss.

And oh boy, was it just you or was he really hot? Couldn’t get through the whole meeting without looking at him not giving a fuck about what he had to say. The last words that actually passed your dumb founded skull was a “You’re hired!” That snapped you out of your trance.

You nodded thanking him like one thousand times, it was easy to do that because you actually needed the fucking money. when you went out of the office you saw a hell hound that was the receptionist. Before entering the meeting you actually got a chance to talk to her, bonding a little rather quickly because of Verosika and her hot Body guard.

After you went out, she glanced at you over her phone “So? How was it?” She asked, going back to her phone but still hearing you. When you told her you would be working here she just smirked still looking at her phone.

It wasn’t a long time till you got used to the Job, I mean it was pretty much just sit there with Loona and usually anytime costumers arrived you would take them. And when Loona did take them and she loose her temper you would do it for her meanwhile she draws daggers with her eyes to the client. You thought that at this steps she would eventually get fired, it didn’t take you long enough to find out that she was your bosses daughter.

Now, with that in mind it didn’t mind you being in this position.

You were in the backseat of I.M.P’s van because Loona called Blitzø to come and pick her up. When you parked and Loona was convincing Blitz to actually hop on the party you weren’t much sure about this idea. You weren’t a party pooper really, but something was telling you inside that you shouldn’t be here. You were on the van because you just so happened to be on the road when Blitz told you to hop on, you didn’t have actual important things to do so you just went with the flow.

Just like now. Looking in between the yelling crowd how your boss was finishing the beer supply without any care and actually beating Beel, making Loona proud. You eventually lost yourself in the crowd, trying not to bump with anyone because you didn’t want to talk to nobody. This type of environment made you uncomfortable, so you stepped into the van and waited for Blitz and Loona to come.

Fuck you fell asleep..

You cleaned the drool from your mouth, looking around where Loona parked in. It was your bosses apartment, “Hey Loona, care to crash at my place for a while and bring me some of the groceries I left? I’m gonna take care of him don’t worry.” She doubted for a second, but eventually let go.

You placed Blitzø in the couch, as you went in the kitchen and grabbed some water for him. Putting the water down, you turned on the tv. After a while of changing through programs you felt a little tug on your things, your head snapping to the sheets as you saw the imp trying to get through your pants. You couldn’t deny it was so fucking hot, still, you pushed him down a little.

“Hey, HEY boss hold on are you all right?” You asked, as he gave you a smirk and relied his head slightly on your inner thigh “I am.. Fiinee” you didn’t believe that because of the tone on his voice. You were about to protest when you felt a sharp but so, so euphoric pain on your inner thigh making a laud moan like whine slip out of your lips.

You felt how the tips of his fingers played through the hem of your underwear, now this was a whole new level. Of course you weren’t a virgin but this, this was different. His fingers slipping in so secure under your underwear touching your aching core, taking high pitched whimpers out of you..

. . .

The next morning, Blitzø woke up in his bed naked. The morning light hurting his eyes as he hugged his own figure, he repositioned himself rubbing his eyes and letting a deep sigh off. He didn’t remember much of last nigh, he could’ve sworn that Loony was the one who brought him back to his place—..

Then, he saw it. Some of your clothes on the floor, he remembered. The long lasting night, the moans, the sounds, how his room was filled with filthy sounds and laughter. The way he grabbed the bare flesh of your thigh as he thrusted deep and rough inside of you. The way you scratched his back so deliciously because of his thrusts, but it was strange. Why were your clothes here if he woke up alone?

It was just a one night thing, this is how it always went for him. You guys fuck and then leave, it was a routine for more that he hated it. That was just how things go, his thoughts stopped when he heard the door opening. You with one of his shirts on and your underwear, “Already up?” You said, you could’ve sworn that he was going to sleep till more later.

Blitz then traced his eyes through your shoulders, how it was laced with Bites and hickeys. You noticed this and chuckled slightly “don’t worry, I’ll get rid of them eventually. Come on, breakfast is ready.” You said walking off to the kitchen leaving a confused Blitzø behind.

This was supposed to be a one night stand thing, but why did you stayed? Weren’t you going to leave? He wasn’t complaining, I mean free breakfast is a win. But it still made him crack a smile.

So it’s safe to say that it wasn’t weird when that “one night stand” turned into three, and three into seven and slowly they didn’t seem like just “meet up to fuck” anymore.