#Okay bye! :D

[giggly-squiggily]

*peeks around corner with soft soukoku thoughts*

Chuuya is a big Spiderman fan and uses his gravity manipulation to do the upside down kiss with Dazai whenever the urge strikes. It's his favorite thing because 1.) It makes him feel cool and 2.) It 100% guarantees a flustered Dazai by the end of it- he's so used to being the one initiating the kiss that when Chuuya appears out of nowhere to smooch him he can't handle it.

That's all, now I must go work :P *Slowly fades away with squiggle arms*

[fiendishartist2]

guy who doesnt dance x guy who will drag you onto the dance floor

[urmingirl]

"So.. Tony Montana-"

[j-rye]

bun ny bunny bu nny bunny ? @wolfertinger666

[ohitslen]

Angry Vash for me and myself specifically

also extra Vashwood:

[lesbians4lottienat]

Lip Gloss

Lottie loves the way you look in lip gloss. In a totally platonic way, of course.

fem!reader (she/her pronouns used and reader is referred to as a girl), pre-crash, lottie being a gay loser

Lottie sighs, combing a hand through her hair. Currently, she sat in the library at a table by herself, staring dejectedly at her AP geometry homework. Her father had pulled a few strings to allow her to even take this class, as she had always struggled with math as a subject overall. Truth be told, she didn’t particularly want to be suffering through the extra work, but her parents were very adamant about her being in as many advanced placement courses as possible.

Lottie was interrupted from wallowing in self-pity by a tap on her shoulder. She flinched and quickly turned to see who it was, finding her apologetic-looking tutor standing behind her.

“Sorry,” you started, “Didn’t mean to scare you. Ready to start?”

Lottie blinked dumbly in response, taking in her best friend’s presence. She was wearing a product on her lips, maybe a lip gloss. It tints her lips a brighter color, making them look shiny and so incredibly soft.

Lottie suddenly wonders what flavor the lip gloss may be. Strawberry? Cherry, perhaps? Whatever it is, Lottie finds herself wanting to try it for herself.

Then, she’s hit with a sudden wave of confusion. Why the hell is she this curious about hypothetical lip gloss?

“Uh, Lott?”

Lottie blinks a few more times, realizing that she’s staring. She feels her cheeks flush, and she quickly averts her gaze.

“Sorry I-…I spaced out.”

You shoot her a quick smile, reassuring her that it’s okay, along with pulling out your geometry homework and textbook. The two of you begin working; you kindly redirect Lottie when she gets a wrong answer.

Lottie is having trouble focusing. Every time you ask her a question or help her with an answer, she zones out, staring back at your lips.

They just look so…soft. And smooth. And bright! She loves it; she just can’t take her eyes off of them.

You’re in the middle of explaining something when she voices her question.

“Are you wearing lip gloss?” Lottie blurts, causing you to raise an eyebrow in confusion. You laugh slightly while nodding, a curious look on your face.

“Yeah, why?”

“It- it uhm…it looks good,” she mutters, suddenly embarrassed about her observation. You smile at her, and you both continue your work. Or, at least, try to continue your work. You see, Lottie was still distracted by how much she liked this look on you: her very platonic best friend.

Lottie had known she liked girls for a while. Much like her mental health, it was something she could hide from everyone, suppress to make herself look like everyone else. So, every once in a while, she noticed she found a girl pretty. That was okay. She would just ignore it. Or, she would kiss the girl behind closed doors at parties and never speak of it again. Simple.

Now, however, she was treading on dangerous territory. She wondered about the flavor of the lip gloss her best friend was wearing. She stared hard at her lips, willing them to move closer and press against hers. She wanted desperately to taste the shiny substance, to find out if you really were as nervous of a kisser as you had told Lottie when you were drunk at Jackie’s party last month.

Lottie swallowed nervously. Okay, she thought to herself, This is fine. You only want to kiss your best friend—no big deal. Maybe you just really, really want to know what flavor it is.

She huffs at her homework, scribbling down an answer when you look over to check on how she’s doing. She’s barely made any progress.

“What flavor is it?”

You hum in response, looking at Lottie, slightly confused.

“The lip gloss,” she clarifies, “What flavor is your lip gloss?”

“Oh! It’s strawberry!”

Lottie nods, hoping this will quell her curiosity. She continues her work for a while, sneaking a few more glances at your lips. She chews her bottom lip nervously, looking back and forth between the sheet of paper and her sudden new favorite sight. She makes some progress before you sigh and stand up. Lottie looks up at you in confusion; you explain yourself as you pull your coat back on.

“Come on, let’s take a break. We can finish at your house, okay?”

Lottie agrees, albeit still rather unsure of why they’re doing this. They pack up their items and make their way to the parking lot. They both climb into Lottie’s fancy car, a gift from her parents for her sixteenth birthday.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” you ask as soon as you’re both buckled. “You were super spacey in the library. What’s got you so distracted?”

Lottie flushes, averting her gaze from the girl next to her. What does she do now? Say, oh, nothing much was up! I just wanted to kiss you, haha! A terrible idea, truly. She stumbles through her words for a second before asking if she can tell her what’s on her mind when they get to the privacy of her home. It’s silent momentarily before she slowly nods, agreeing that she can tell her when they’re at Lottie’s mansion house.

The car ride is awkward, to say the least. Typically, the two would sing along to a cassette they made together. You would pause occasionally to giggle and make fun of Lottie’s subtle road rage. Now, however, you two sit in silence, the radio’s tunes droning on and on.

As you begin approaching Lottie’s home, she starts to feel panic welling in her chest. During the ride there, she should have been thinking about an excuse to tell you about what was on her mind, but instead, she’d just been lamenting that she couldn’t stop staring, which caused the uncomfortable atmosphere. Stupid Lottie and her stupid feelings…

Wait. Feelings?

It’s now that she realizes she does, in fact, have feelings for you. Her best friend. The person who’s stuck with her no matter her mental state. She nearly swerves and hits a garbage can thinking about it.

“Jesus, Lottie!”

“Sorry!“

They pull into Lottie’s driveway, waiting to leave the car. Lottie slowly turns to look at you, expecting a frown and an angry look. Instead, she’s met with your stupid signature smile and faint chuckling.

“You get worse at driving every time I ride with you, I swear.”

Lottie rolls her eyes and huffs affectionately. You both exit the car walking into her house. It’s empty, as per usual, except for the housemaid that welcomes you two inside. You wave, and Lottie nods politely before you two reach her massive bedroom.

Lottie places her bag on the floor before flopping face-first onto her bed. She groans loudly, earning a laugh from her friend. Lottie felt the bed dip beside her, indicating that you had also sat on her comforter.

“So…”

Lottie swallows nervously.

“So. I- uhm- I…was distracted.”

She hears you snort.

“Yeah. I could tell.”

Lottie flushes a deeper shade of red. Stupid friendly bantering, playing with her emotions like this…

She sits up, facing you. She supposed it was better to just get it out, like ripping a bandaid off. She hugs one of her pillows close to her chest.

“I just…I…Ireallylikeyourlipgloss,” she exclaims, screwing her eyes shut nervously. You blink up at her a few times.

“…what?”

Lottie fiddles with her hands nervously.

“I- uhm! I really like your lip gloss! It…it just looks super cute on you!”

You sit silently, and for an awful second, Lottie’s sure she’s ruined her friendship with you. But then, you reach into your coat’s pocket and grab the lip gloss tube. You wordlessly hand it to Lottie, who stares, utterly confused.

“You know you can just, like, ask to borrow my stuff…right?”

Oh. You thought she meant that she wanted to try it. Lottie could laugh this off and apply some of the substance to her lips, agreeing that she was being silly over nothing. Instead, she mumbles, “You’re the dumbest smart person I know,” before grabbing you by the back of your neck and crashing her lips against your own.

It’s awkward and messy, and suddenly you’re pulling away. Stupid, Lottie thinks, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why would you do that? But then, you mutter, “Oh,” before pulling Lottie back in.

[spookythesillyfella]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD . GET OUT OF MY HEAD . GET OUT OF MY HEAD . GET OUT OF MY HEAD . GET OUT O

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[bisexualrapline]

just feeling so fucking grateful that despite all the trials yoongi continues to bloom. i wouldn’t be here today without him and i know others feel the same way about him, he’s truly such an important figure in so many of our lives and my heart breaks for him just thinking about how much he has kept to himself for so long. i hope this song and album and MV feel like a release for him and a step forward towards healing for him because he IS the embodiment of healing for me

[fatuismooches]

Dottore and a sensitive s/o... agh.. knowing dottore (specifically omega) and how he can be sarcastic and mean at times. Tearing up when he says something slightly rude or in a certain manner to them. Or when he raises his voice just so slightly. This is out of character for dottore but just imagine him doing this unconsciously, or out of frustration when a dose of said cure has failed.

You had long become accustomed to hearing Dottore's remarks in the Akademiya. It had taken some getting used to, seeing how blunt he could be, but after some time you were able to see it as more entertaining rather than truly mean. You still felt the same even after you woke up after so long. In fact, perhaps you missed it after being away for a few centuries. However, after a while, it seemed that your once confident nature began to dwindle.

You're blessed with a lot of things, but you're also cursed with other things. It feels like you have a world of problems on you sometimes. You don't want to deal with things that hurt you even more, self-esteem already suffering. Now that he was older, he had no need for brash comments. Dottore could carefully weave his words to hit you where it hurts, having no need to be direct. Which, can arguably hurt more than just him being straight up.

You know that it's dumb for you to have such a reaction to it. But subtle remarks or rudeness don't help your already shaky state, even if you know deep down he doesn't genuinely mean it. All rationality seems to leave you as soon as you hear that tone. All the calmness you've been keeping up as a front. You don't want to be sensitive, to start a fuss over something this small, but you can't help it. You already know you're a burden, but you don't want to hear it.

Dottore notices the slight shift in your expression the first few times, but he doesn't dwell on it too much - you can handle it, he assumes, you have before, what has changed? And if you have a problem, surely you know you can just say it. He trusts you to speak your mind. It's not until he actually sees you cry that he realizes that perhaps his words have far more of an impact than he initially intended.

He doesn't want you to think you're an inconvenience to him, because you aren't, and never will be. And so he is at a loss as to what to do - apologize? He could, but he doesn't think it would mean much, considering the state you've probably been in for a while. Say he'll never do it again? A lie wouldn't do you any good either. He thinks he understands your brain but there are times he is proven utterly wrong. And so he resorts to what he seems to always end up doing - silently holding you until you're exhausted.

He knows he's not a gentle or tender lover. He's not the sweet one you've always desired (despite your firm statements that you would choose him over anyone else). But for you, he'll try his best to show you his love, because you deserve that, at the very least, right?

[caelanglang]

op your fem!skk brainrot has infected me and now all i can think about is dazai shouting "girl dinner!!!!" as she launches herself from across the room to smother chuuya in kisses (she JUST came home from work and dazai hasnt had kisses All Day !!! the world is so cruel, truly 😔)

hi!! i recognize you >:3c you're one of the kind sweethearts that leave such nice tags on my notes :)) Thank you for your support! I always look forward to your notes whenever I post here :D! I hope you like the girl dinner~

[dipplinduo]

Fun fact about me: April 18th is my birthday! :)

And part of what I wanted to do to celebrate this year was to give back. Introducing * ~ a dipplinshipping birthday oneshot ~ * :

Rating: T

Summary:

Today was Kieran's birthday, but it was the last thing that mattered to him. In fact, he vowed it would never matter to him again. Instead, he would focus on things that would keep him strong: his battling, his strategizing, and his crown as the Blueberry Champion. His sister and the Elite Four won't stop asking him random questions, though, and if anyone brings up Juliana any more than they already have since she arrived as an exchange student, he's seriously going to lose it. But...why can't he stop thinking about her? And why is everyone acting so suspicious?!

A bittersweet birthday celebration fic for anyone who's had complicated feelings about their birthday. <3

Take this as a thank you to all of those who have followed my work and/or my Tumblr blog. I wouldn't have imagined having the support of this wonderful community on my last birthday, and I can't even begin to describe how encouraged and inspired I have felt to write since finding you guys. I have never written this much for this long, consistently, and your constant feedback and comments seriously brighten my day more than Juliana brightens up Kieran, LOL. Hope you enjoy this! <333

(And yeah, this fic is the "event based idea" that this poll was about. I thought it was so funny that some of you thought it was gonna be some devastating angst LMAOOOO. That's for after TTPD releases, tysm for the bday gift Taylor.)

[21-roses-a-day]

@dailyineffablehusbands’ event: INEFFABLE HUSBANDS APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 day 4 – tropes or emotions

‘‘I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me.’’

[lolathepeacocklord]

ghuuhh..... important.... announcement i must make.....................

I have an Etsy shop now!!! :DDD I just got it finished up and actually opened last night, so I still need to add like a custom pfp and banner to my shop, but I officially have oneeee single listing of a bulkhead pin on there 😼😼😼 if you are at all interested in checking this out I would mighty appreciate it gang!! :DD https://www.etsy.com/listing/1734745938/the-bulkpin

I'll be getting my shop more customized and pretty looking very soon, and eventually have more than just one single pin listed. So stay tuned !!!! ^^ <33 I love you guyzzzz bai bai!! runs away really fast cartoon skittering sfx

[hydroj1nn]

hello i come with wips and a question!!

(for all except killer, they're gonna look very very different when finished, trust the process 💀 )

[mothwing-weekly]

Mothwing Weekly - 17

[giggly-squiggily]

Obanai’s the hottest Hashira thank you and goodnight

*crawls back into mini Hiatus cave*