#SO STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID

[mamorigami]

here to once again complain about ft and just the. existence of irene & being the mother of erza, which subsequently didn't matter at all after that arc ended. im scratching my head still at the prospect of giving erza an on-page mother, especially so late in the story with no build up outside the arc. idk if im making this up but i remember reading that it wasn't intentional at first, but irene ended up looking so much like erza that it was implemented in the story. i think thats dumb and stupid and boring and dumb!! fair warning that i barely acknowledge irene and erza's familial relation, any development is going be heavily canon-divergent & full of my own tweaks in regards to irene and her story..

[dailyhmsw]

loop 140

[themoonstonechronicler]

i cant show people

[littlegreen]

and the thing about my poor friend buck buckley is when he realizes he’s in love with eddie he is going to feel so so so unbelievably stupid that it will haunt him for the rest of his life. twenty years from now when he’s married and him and eddie grow. idk tomatoes in their backyard or whatever. he will lie awake at night, muttering shit like “i thought i amazon primed myself a basketball for stupid tommy. what the fuck was i thinking. i’m stupidstupidstupid.” and eddie, who does not remember this at all, will tell him to please go back to sleep.

[noctxj]

hanahaki disease “… in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings, or when the victim dies…”

part i / part ii / part iii / part iv

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

a disgruntled poly!tf141 who don’t want to work with one of laswell’s personal contacts. and “agent” who thinks poly!tf141 are by far the most amusing bunch to work (annoy) with as of late. agent who impresses and frustrates poly!tf141 at every turn. and poly!tf141 who don’t know whether to scream or throttle (kiss) agent for their antics. 

poly!tf141 and agent who work so seamlessly well as a unit (much to laswell’s smugness). poly!tf141 and agent who spend countless hours together; the good, the bad, the boring, the exciting— the vulnerable moments. and for the first time in their life, agent feels unsteady, confused, afraid (loved). 

their reassuring words, soft gazes, the feeling of safety— 

agent who doesn’t like the steadily growing weight in their chest, or the (ever)tightening of their lungs when in close proximity. agent who doesn’t know what love feels like. doesn’t want it, has no use for it. whose only known it as a weakness; something to be ripped out of someone for valuable intel, to cause pain. a means to an end.

agent who scoffs at the thought of it (love), so juvenile. denies it; they do not feel love. least of all for a group of soldiers. men dutiful to their country, their family and friends. honourable. unlike agent— spy. assassin. a contract for their skills, bound by money (and laswell’s persuasiveness). dishonourable. the worst of humanity.

so why does it feel like agent can’t breathe? suffocating. there is something in their throat.

agent who coughs out bloody petals and sharp thorns. eyes tearing and throat burning (agony). a desperate sob, and with it another flurry of beautiful petals and mangled thorns comes up.

nononononono— 

stupidstupidstupid— 

this isn’t how its supposed to be— 

they will never feel— 

agent feels love. 

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

tric’s notes

i’ve had this rotting in my head for a couple months now. so enjoy this dumpster fire of words. also this is my first time deep diving into this type of writing so yehaw better late than never.

i plan to do a part ii, just dunno when it’ll be posted.

feel free to scream in the comments - would love to know your thoughts! feedback is always welcome and appreciated ♡︎

crossposted on ao3 (same username!)

[rhea-is-bored-again]

hii! could you do a ponyboy x reader where the reader has been pony's friend for a while and it's basically just them like getting together?

ofc!! i love this ideaa

still into you

ponyboy and you had been best friends since the day you moved in down the street.

although your family was more financially stable, you hung out with grease and soc alike.

ponyboy had the privilege of being your best friend.

he knew everything about you, down to your favorite color to you shoe size, and what your favorite subject was in second grade.

today was the day he'd finally let you know how deeply you'd caught him, how much he loved you.

it started with letting you borrow his book.

"how'd you like it?"

ponyboy asks you, as you hand back his old copy of gone with the wind.

you had just entered his house, which was empty except for the two of you, darry and soda being at work.

you smile at him shyly.

"it was good. i usually dont read that type of thing, but i liked it."

ponyboy nodded, knowing that that was the response you'd give him. you were more into fantasy. running his hands over the cover, he ever so nonchalantly glanced at you, then back down with a soft blush.

"kinda reminded me of you. the whole scarlett character."

you felt your cheeks heat up as well, hiding a smile. "really now?"

"uh huh."

he placed the book on the coffee table, before glancing and then fully turning towards you, his hands fidgeting in his lap. you raised an eyebrow curiously.

"so, um, y/n, listen. ive known you for a while, right?"

"i'd assume so."

he huffed out a barely concealed laugh before continuing.

"i-i just wanted to ask if you'd let me take you out? maybe for dinner and then a movie?" NO you idiot, you were supposed to say the other thing first-

"oh and, on that note, i... have liked you for a while. because..." because your eyes rival the sun when you talk about your favorite book. "...your eyes are pretty." STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID

you raised an eyebrow, charmed.

"...and..." and i want to spend the rest of my life in your arms. "...you're so kind, and smart and gorgeous, and i just...i dunno. wish there was something a little more between us." ah shit, she's gonna laugh at me now aint she?

but you were smiling giddily, reaching to take his hand. "yknow what? i'd actually love to be your girl."

ponyboy brightened. "really?" he squeaked out.

"don't flatter yourself. i didnt like you until recently."

"you like me?!"

"that movie better be good."

a/n: such a cute idea!! also, im very sorry for the slow updates!! it is PEAK soccer season rn and exams are coming up. ill still be posting, dont be afraid to send reqs!!

[lagunaseca2013]

what happens next in the post sepang omega vale mpreg verse? guessing to late to mabort is he hiding the pregnancy pretending someone else knocked him up marc's confused why he's feeling vale's emotions but also someone else

hi anon! first of all I’m banging my head on the wall saying stupidstupidstupid bc I was halfway through an extremely long response to this and got distracted by work and then lost it all. I need to quit my job so I can focus on mpreg rpf :( okay anyway so I think it would be really funny if marc was also getting forcibly checked out by medical next door. again, this is a one-sided bond and vale has spent the last six and a half months pushing marc away and the past three days dragging marc’s name through the mud. he also happens to be exactly six and a half months pregnant, will wonder never cease!

so vale is having the meltdown to end all meltdowns like how could he fucking do this to me and also he can never know about this and also wanting to be struck down by god because he’s been RACING this whole time. and marc is next door being gently prodded by his doctor who thinks marc has a concussion bc he’s like staring into space trying to feel through the half-bond if vale is okay. I think very crucially in this au marc isn’t as mad/devastated about sepang events bc like. he knows vale doesn’t actually hate him. vale can lie to the media and to marc’s face all he wants but marc knows he still wants him. vale technically granted him eternal irrevocable proof via emotion-sharing soul tie that there’s still hope.

(well, okay, because it’s juicy and bc this is my au of an au and I can do whatever I want, you can chemically dissolve bonds but 1) Marc would never fucking do that and 2) it’s a dangerous and extremely painful process and there’s a really high probability that you wouldn’t never be able to mate again after)

where were we? okay so marc is head in his hands next door like how the fuck are we going to fix this when he feels a SPIKE of panic through the bond and it literally tips his brain over the edge into the deep end. he goes full alpha, completely instinct driven ultra protective mode. sprinting to vale’s exam room, growling at the poor doctor who knows in sudden, chilling clarity exactly who the father is, and gets the fuck out of there.

marc is like crowding vale up against the bed staring at him with his giant crazy eyes like did he fucking hurt you I’m going to kill him. vale is frozen in place arms protectively curled around his stomach, accidentally whimpering, his scent is going wild bc he’s in such extreme emotional distress that his suppressants have completely failed—holy fuck he’s been on suppressants basically the entire pregnancy—and marc has just fucking. had enough.

for the last six months vale has been pushing marc away, avoiding him, ignoring him, and now disparaging him to the media and it’s driving him nuts bc not only can he FEEL that vale still loves him deep down, he’s been fighting his own extremely strong urges to be close to vale. and recently vale’s scent has changed, and it’s triggered his hindbrain so the urges are so much stronger and he doesn’t know why he’s been feeling so possessive, so protective, so overbearing. vale has always been squirrelly, flighty, non-committal, marc knows that if he gave in to his needs it would just scare vale away. but this weird game vale’s forced them into play isn’t working, they’re both on edge and unfulfilled and he knows they would both feel better if they just. gave in.

so he grabs the back of vale’s neck and shoves his face into marc’s scent gland, right where his own giant, grotesque teeth marks are permanently scarred. and it works. vale takes one breath of marc’s (and his! they’re a little combined now!) scent and completely melts into him. marc is in full omega protection mode like rumbling, petting his hair, pumping out such potent possessive pheromones that they’ve cleared out the entire building.

they’re both like woozy-relieved-scent drunk on each other, alpha/omega urges sated for the first time in months, marc is soooo worried but he thinks this is the turning point! vale will accept me as his mate and we can go back to how it was before except maybe better bc he’ll talk to me again! vale is like killing himself in his mind trying to figure how he can drop out of the championship without anyone (but especially marc) finding out the real reason why……..

but then marc is pulling their bodies together and taking deep, gasping breaths of vale’s scent, and he’s crying, but trying really hard not to show it. pressing his face into vale’s sweaty curls, his entire body shaking with the effort of holding it all together for so long. this is the closest vale has let him be in a long time, since things shifted w the half bond and he thought he was going crazy and the bond feels so much stronger when they’re connected like this, plus vale’s unsuppressed scent being pumped out and it’s different, he isn’t crazy it has changed. there’s an undertone of….milk?

the strange new presence he’s been feeling get stronger and stronger is like pulsing steadily. like a heart beat, like a……..baby….

then he’s pulling away from vale, his eyes wide and red and puffy from crying and vale is staring back, alarmed and terrified and still holding one arm protectively around his stomach and marc knows.

[angelfevr]

[id: a red banner adorned with flames. there's white text that reads, "#fff271 tantrum entrance." end id].

misguided

[pt: misguided]

fandom: zero escape (post-ztd, spoilers apply)

words: 224

[id: a white divider that looks like torn paper. end id].

@flashfictionfridayofficial

A snail’s lifespan is up to three to seven years in the wild. 

Akane knows this, but the thoughts Stupid snail, stupid Delta, stupidstupidstupid even stupider me rub against her brain like bristles. Delta’s dead, and will continue to be dead, in this timeline.

That leaves one person, besides herself.

Sigma Klim has the audacity to enter her office unannounced. Like father, like son. 

“Still giving me the silent treatment?” He asks, closes the door behind him. “How are we going to catch the religious fanatic when we can't even communicate?”

It's funny he says that. Dr. Klim, imitating communication? Hilarious. Ground breaking. What. A. Joke. 

It's today that she recalls learning about Free the Soul while looking for intel on Cradle. How Hongou used their funding for the Nonary Project. What would she tell her past self then, if she could? 

oh hey so you're going to have to call on someone whose bastard son ruined your life. have fun with that! 

People note similarities between her and Klim. But they're as true as playground rumors. She was the one who picked up after him, his son left without a father. She gave him a purpose. 

She can't be like him. There's no way. That would imply– 

As Sigma turns his back toward her, Akane tears a piece of paper limb from limb. 

[mad-c1oud]

“Don’t play the hero all the time.” with Etoiles and Slime if you'd like!!! They truly are blorbos <3

nonnie they really are, you're sooooooooo right

Charlie pov starcicle for a change

(more dialogue prompts here and here!! Thank you sm for this one anon <3)

+++++

“Don’t play the hero all the time.”

Charlie would feel bad for making Étoiles wince with how rough he’s being as he plays nurse, but he can’t find it in himself to calm down. Not after everything that just happened. He’s tired of almost losing this stupid fucking cucumber with a death-is-noble complex. It’s gonna give him grey hairs at this point. Grey slime. Whatever.

Étoiles hisses when Charlie accidentally brushes against an open wound along his arm in his haste to wrap the gouge in his shoulder. Fuck. He presses a warm but angry kiss to the back of his skull in an apology and the fighter hums happily. Idiot. Stupidstupidstupid-

“Then what other part am I going to play? You already have damsel in distress covered.”

Charlie rolls his eyes. “Har har, maybe consider the court jester route then, your jokes are getting better.” Étoiles snorts quietly, drooping forward tiredly. Charlie worries his lip between his teeth as he gently rights the fighter. He has to be exhausted after that fight. Pleased, content, and beyond satisfied with the outcome but tired. There’s a slump to his shoulders that Charlie rarely sees and it’s… it worries him. Étoiles is more than capable of doing what he does best, but Charlie wants to protect him too, he just has no idea how.

“Nothing compared to yours, Charlie,” The fighter probably means for it to come out sarcastically but his tone is sugary sweet and just so full of fondness that it has Charlie pausing where he’s winding gauze around the other’s torso to lean heavily into his back, arms coming up to wind around his waist carefully, mindful of the burns to his chest.

Charlie takes a moment to just breathe with the other, forehead pressed to the nape of his neck as they sit in silence. The stress of the day should be over, washed down the drain of the shower Charlie shoved Étoiles into the moment he won his fight, was out of arms way and in the circle of Charlie’s arms, back at home. Whole. Warm. Safe.

But there’s a lingering anxiety there, knowing this isn’t the last time they’ll be like this, but in all honesty, it’s an annoyingly fair trade. For all the times Charlie has to heal sew-up cuts and ice burns, Étoiles has to turn around and pull arrows out, replace broken bones. Back and forth. Around and around they go.

“You suck. Next time, let me play the plucky sidekick yeah? They always get cool deaths or super awesome heroic moments in the final battle. I need to complete my arc bro, lemme have that.”

Étoiles turns a little when Charlie finishes tucking the gauze into itself, wrappings bandaged limbs around the slime in as tight a hug as he can manage. Charlie tries to not actually melt into the embrace, sinking into the blissful warmth radiating from the star of the show. His star.

This is good. This is worth it all.

“Okay. Next time, Charlie.”

“Cool beans. Now unhand me, we’re not done with your boo-boos, babe.”

Étoiles giggles into Charlie’s hair, warm and happy and loose-limbed and safe. He’s safe. “No, I'm the hero and I won,so I am claiming my prize.”

Oh, this suave motherfuck- “That’s it, I’m going to bury you in the garden and see what happens. Say hi to the worms for me, dick.”

“Nononono Charlie haha please- not the dirt-“

Etoiles isn’t buried alive, but Charlie makes sure to bury him in kisses at least. Serves him right.

[a-student-out-of-time]

// If Mod wants to take a temporary hiatus, *now* might be a good time to do so (because all everyone is gonna talk about for a while is the Danganronpa: Despair Time hype!)

//Yeah, I'm gonna be really clear this time around:

I like to wait until the episode is out in full, so I can pause and analyze on my own time. Timeline Anon and I watch these together, so there's always a lot of discussion that goes on between us as well, so that can go on for a couple hours at least. Which is why...

I will not be on Tumblr while we watch, but I know there's gonna be a TON of asks once I check back in. Please see point 1 for why I won't answer immediately.

I know I have supporters and I have doubters, but regardless, I'm going to ask politely that we NOT immediately start deciding the theory is true or false based on new details. I expected there to be things brought up that we have not been privy to yet, so my biggest concerns are the questions I want addressed:

Why did we bring up Teruko's prosopagnosia?

Why have J and Arei not been a major focus until now?

Why is J acting so different in Deadly Life and the Trial?

Why does Arei's hair look different compared to when she was alive?

What did Charles and Whit learn during their hackerman adventures?

What role did the wigs and dressing rooms' soundproofing have?

What connection do Nico and Hu have with David concerning this chapter?

Was Rose refusing to see the body simply due to her not wanting more nightmares or a sign that there's more to all this?

Most importantly, what did Teruko remember when Arei was crying?

//I know it's tempting to point to anything small and say "This proves/disproves the idea," but let's lay off the gas until we get some hard evidence. New evidence doesn't necessarily immediately prove or disprove anything, and the puzzle pieces will probably not come together until we get to the end.

//People keep saying this episode will prove/disprove what I'm saying, but even I as the originator of this theory will withhold any judgement until the end. I am prepared to adjust my theory accordingly as we learn more, but I'm not gonna decide I'm right or wrong until it's proven beyond a reasonable doubt.

//Plus, guys, this is just episode 12. We've got plenty of time to consider the evidence before Chapter 2 is over : P

4. Most importantly, let's not be hostile here. This is just a fangan series and we're all here to have fun. I have no ill will toward people who disagree with my theory, nor will I have any toward anyone if it's definitively disproven. This is, after all, just one guy's crazy theory.

So let's not have any hate mail spammed in anyone's direction or anyone made to feel bad about anything they believe now or used to believe. This is all just in good fun, alright?

5. I understand it's tempting, but a character dismissing an idea isn't evidence of anything, especially when they have every reason to lie about it. We need only to look at Leon's "stupidstupidstupid" rant as proof of that.

//With all that having been said, I sincerely hope everyone has a good time! Ultimately, I'm glad we have some new things to discuss in depth ^^

[titan-god-helios]

rant under the cut, you've been warned ig (no triggers i dont think)

as much as i love being autistic, it's a damned hell for so many reasons. the one im most pissed at right now is that fact that i have zero ability to filter out truth from lie in people i dont know and therefore am so fucking gullible all the time, sometimes even with the people i hang around the most. i don't have much money cause i'm a minor obviously but i still try to help out with donations and mutual aid stuff i see here on tumblr as much as i can - a pound here a pound there type deal. except a good 70% of the time they're scammers and i've ended up having to take down multitudes of reblogs because ive suddenly learnt from some incredibly kind and helpful anons in my inbox that its a fucking scam. and all i feel is stupidstupidstupid when people say "oh, how could anyone fall for that ? it's so obvious lolz." maybe you have a good filter, but i dont. and it fucks with me so much i swear to fucking god. how do scammers sleep at night ? i hate them theyre some of the worst people

[ofhope]

Stupidstupidstupid--

Denial was a drink Seven oft partook in, the only toxin he allowed himself. It means nothing, he would suggest, ensuring the coding was above that of his earlier projects, you don't care about his reaction, he would state, making sure every seam, every fabric was tidy, professional. The time spent tinkering could've been spent on company time, fulfilling the lengthy request Spades had acquired his work for, could've not been wasted on side projects, on a holiday spent with lovers and complaining about people with lovers and eating expired candies that tasted a bit too chalky.

There was nothing behind this. There never was.

His hair was messy. Always was, messier now, curls poking out in half-split spirals, not cared for in a while. Ah, his history with foundation eased the bags beneath his eyes, cleaned up the creases 'round his eyebrows. Seven was a disguise, but one he took care of, one he held attachment too, like a designer coat bought and hung on a wire hanger for years and years for fear of damaging it, enjoying it.

Spades flitted in and out of his office. Busy, anyone could surmise, and sometimes he smelled a bit too... iron-y. Most often, like a fine perfume. A cologne, then earthy. Seven didn't categorize these smells, simply observed them, stashed them away for days spent lollygagging and days spent being out of his boss' hair.

(... Except, unlike with his Head, Spades had yet to waver the threat of death upon him. Promise his fate, should he laze about. Spades never filled his talons in-sight, didn't flash a sharp grin.)

No normal man would feel relief at that, but Seven did. Spades could, but he didn't. Didn't think to.

Hmm.

"A Portable Seven!" announced normally Portable Seven of a Normal Size, stuffing the animatron into Spades' unsuspecting gaze, crowding it before paperwork could, "Wiiith ~ 707 catchphrases! Ahhh, it runs for millions in the market," a squeeze of Mini Seven's middle, and laughter rings out. "Buuut for the day of love ~ Seven will hand him over for a discount of 5%!"

A charge he was never going to place, but Seven could dream.

"For today only, you may take him anywhere! He prefers ~ midnight snacks and romantic strolls on the boardwalk, ahhh... so romantic...! Extra clothing and glasses not with purchase."

@thekavseklabs!

[bites-and-crunches]

.

STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID YOUR SO PATHETIC YOU DIE SO EARLY ON RRGGGH YOU'RE SUCH A FAILURE GOD YOU'RE S...SO RRGHH ANNOYING A..AND HHE.. MMRGH... PROBABLY HHAT..ES.. YOU..

[thinblueskin]

today was so bad why don’t i have any self control stupidstupidstupid

[angelfevr]

posting my& first draft for a lil oneshot fic so u dont have to <3

[pt: posting my (ampersand) first draft for a little oneshot fic so you don't have to (heart)].

[id: screenshot of a google document, white text on a black background. it reads:

A snail’s lifespan is up to three to seven years in the wild.

Akane knows this, but the thoughts Stupid snail, stupid Delta, stupidstupidstupid even stupider me (italicized) rub against her brain like bristles. Delta’s dead, and will continue to be dead, in this timeline.

That only leaves one person, besides herself.

Sigma Klim has the audacity to enter her office unannounced. Like father, like son.

“Still giving me the silent treatment?” He asks, closes the door behind him. “How are we going to catch the religious fanatic when we can't even communicate?”

It's funny he says that. Dr. Klim, imitating communication? Hilarious. Ground breaking. What. A. Joke.

It's today that she recalls learning about Free the Soul while looking for intel on Cradle. How Hongou used their funding for the Nonary Project. What would she tell her past self then, if she could?

oh hey so you're going to have to call on someone whose bastard son ruined your life. have fun with that!

People note similarities between her and Klim. But they're as true as playground rumors. She was the one who had to pick up after him when his son went through life without a father. She was the one who gave him a purpose.

She can't be like him. There's no way. That would imply–

As Sigma turns his back toward her, Akane tears a piece of paper limb by limb.

end id].

[50c14lly4nx10u5]

hhhhhhhhh why do i do this to myself i hate major character death why do i keep dOing this

(it's because i keep forgetting to look at the tags for things other than relationships)