#Trash post

[bloodyteethh]

[ripfranzkafka]

I've been in the Outlast fandom since 2013. I remember how everyone was still outraged from those times that Miles, when he went to the asylum, did not take a gun with him.

Now I am a third-year student of the faculty of journalism and I have an answer to this question. There is a so-called "journalistic code" — a worldwide thing, by the way — which says: if a journalist takes up arms, he ceases to be a journalist. That is, even if a journalist arms himself in order to protect himself, he will lose his status as a journalist in front of himself and in the eyes of the public.

Anyway, I want people to stop bullying my lovely boy Miles now, stop bullying him for not taking a gun with him to Mount Massive. He is not reckless, he is just a decent and professional journalist who knows and observes such basic things !!!

[waayoutofline]

Find me under the rain.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You are having a pretty rough day when a storm hits. With no umbrella, phone or car, you accept the fate of walking under it. But you didnt expect finding someone while getting soaked by the freezing December rain.

Warnings: None. All fluff.

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Your eyes stare at the dark clouded sky, shoulders slumped in defeat at the sight. What was once an easy-breezy rain has become a roaring storm. You were stubborn and overline irresponsible, as you had bought the vinyl record of Folklore instead of the very much needed umbrella.

More regret feels in your stomach as you see none of your study group around, all of them being at home by now. With a sigh you wait for some divine miracle, but at the lack of it, you make your mind. Make a run for it and hope that you don’t get a cold. Those final exams were not going to do themselves otherwise.

You push the library doors, grabbing your bag in hopes to make it some kind of protection from the incessant drops of water. Feet jogging down the stairs, a squeak leaves your mouth as the ice cold water of the ground soaks your feet. Great, now you have wet socks.

“This just gets better and better” You grumble. The storm seems to get intense by the second, the now dark brown coat you're wearing doing nothing to repel the chilling bone cold. Your hair sticks to your front, droplets of water travelling all the way down to your neck. Your jumper doesn’t even bother to dry them any more. The air seems to have a personal vendetta on you as it make it difficult for you to move.

The way to your house seems so fucking far. But taking a taxi on a work day at this hours in New York is less possible than winning the lottery. And you ran out of battery, so calling someone to pick you up isn't an option either.The hope of getting home without being utterly covered in water slowly leaves your body, feet slowing down with a defeated sight. You hold back the tears pricking into the corner of your eyes. This day has been the absolute worst. Everything that could go wrong backfired you right on the face.

But then the incessant heavy droplets stop. And you open your eyes, straightening your back. What the…? Heavy breath startles you slightly, making you turn around.

And suddenly it is like all the bad thoughts and feelings leave both mind and body. All the difficulties of today vanishing along the water that streams down the streets. A girl, a little bit taller than you, clutches one knee with her left while holding a deep red umbrella above you with her right. You notice the black polish, and the neat silver rings on her fingers. Her hair is a long and curly, of a brown kinda reddish colour that suits her very well with her deep, forest green eyes. Her skin seems soft, alongside her slightly opened pink lips. You blush and move your eyes.But every single thing about her seems to be equally enchanting. Your sole focus now on this mysterious woman that took your worries away just like that.

“Damn, you are pretty fast, huh?” The blush of your cheeks seems to raise all the way up to your ears, masking them burn at the sound of her voice. Your jaw slackens, and you are pretty sure that you are looking like a total idiot. “I uh…I saw you on the library. You seemed to be having a pretty rough day.” She comments.

Something in her is quite familiar, but you can put your mind to work.

“And then I saw the way you looked at the sky and… well, not that I was looking at you in a creepy way, I would never do that… but not because I don't find you pretty, because I do…” The redhead rumbles, scratching the back of her neck. You are pretty sure your brain cells must be dead by now. The goddess right in front of you thinks you are pretty? “But I’m trailing off, sorry.” She laughs. “ The point is that I would be glad to escort you home. If you want it so, that’s it.”

You think about saying the typical “I don’t want to bother you” or “I’ll be fine”, you just met her after all. But something in her makes you trust her. And you couldn’t find to say no, too mesmerized by her.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You say softly, the stranger's shoulders lowering with a relieved sigh. And then she smiles. All the cold you previously felt is gone in an instant. “My house is just around the corner.”

She nods, getting closer so the both of you could get under the umbrella. Your arms touch ever so slightly, making a shiver run all the way through your system. You decided it’s because of the weather, that the erratic beating in your chest is because you ran earlier. She smells sweet, like a hint of cocoa and fresh backed cookies. Everything about her seems to make your heart beat a little faster. The adrenaline, you remind again.

“Hope I didn’t come in a creepy way” She excuses, fidgeting with her index ring.

“Well, my mother did always warned me about bringing strangers home, but she didn't mention that they were as gorgeous as you.” You smile a little shy, feeling adoration at the nervous stutter from.

“Well, the name is Wanda. So you don’t get walked home by a total stranger.” She jokes as the two of you start walking.

“Y/N, so you don't walk a total stranger home.”

You two stay silent after the pleasant interaction. But is no an awkward silence, it was a nice kind, that kind that made you feel at peace, a feeling of very much need comfort pacing the anxiety you had felt not even ten minutes ago. It was nice. Wanda was nice. You're even almost tempted to take a longer route, not wanting this pacific moment to end. Not wanting for her to leave just as quickly as she arrived. It was absurd, really, how much you have attached to her in this ridiculously short amount of time.

But as you stole glances, you had this want, almost need to get to know her.

Unfortunately, you two finally made it in front of your door, realizing that the storm started to cease. “Of course that it stops right when I get home…” You mumble.

Wanda chuckles, closing the umbrella and stepping ever so slightly from you. And so, you to look at each other awkwardly, neither wanting this to end. Yup. Wanda stands in front of you, and you hate the idea of her leaving. So, gathering all the courage you have, you ask.

“Want to come inside? I’ll lend you a towel and something to drink. It’s the least I can do after you shared your umbrella with me.”

“Oh, you don’t own me anything…-” She starts, but you just look at her.

“I know, I just want to. If you want it so, that’s it.” You say, copying her exact same words with a sly smile. Wanda shakes her head in amusement and agrees.

“Alright then.” You smile brightly and let her in, closing the door behind her.

It was awkward at first, Wanda following you shyly, waiting for you on the couch while you went to the bathroom for a change of clothes and a pair of towels for her to dry her humid hair. But then, you quickly start falling in an easy conversation, getting to know each other. And you loved every single second of it.

It’s not a heavy conversation by any means, more like silly question thrown at each other like. This is what you have for now. Se has a brother, a twin named Pietro, and they have recently arrived to New York. Her favorite colour is red, she loves cooking, sitcoms and hot cocoa. She prefers cats than dogs, her favourite singer is Taylor Swift and appreciates star gazing at night, even if in New York was impossible to do so

She also has beautiful eyes, her nose scrunches a little when she laughs, and she fidgets with her rings when she gets excited by something she likes. Not that she tells you, you just notice. You seem to notice everything about her.

Hours go by, two now cold cups left on the coffee table. You company to her door, trying to not let your disappointment show. You know it was an act of courtesy, but you feel like it was more than just that. And when Wanda finally starts leaving, that same anxiety of before strangles your heart even harder now. As you look at her like a sad puppy would, you notice. You ran fast to the living room, grabbing it and heading outside in no time.

“Wanda, wait! You're forgetting your umbrella!” You yell. She turns around and gives you a wink.

“Guess we’ll have to meet again for you to return it, then!” And just like that, she’s gone. Your mouth is slightly open, softly laughing at her smugness. As you go inside, a smile piece of paper slowly falls down, sliding right in front of you. You swear the ink was red for an instant before returning to black.

A phone number. Your cheeks are starting to hurt.

Yeah, it settled. You are absolutely infuriated with this mysterious girl.

[sp00ky-arts]

[afoolandathief]

It's all just

head turn

dialogue

leans forward

dialogue

eyes narrow

dialogue

[mochikage]

avoiding him | kuroo t.

The door to the study room opens, and you sigh in relief when you notice no one has booked it yet. You take a seat in the chair facing away from the window and the door so that any passing people wouldn’t immediately recognize you. This past week you have been hiding out in the study room to avoid any common areas Kuroo could find you in. 

You knew he was looking for you, and you knew that you should say something instead of ghosting him completely. But were you ready to confess your feelings to your science tutor? No. 

Kenma has even reached out to you to tell you that what you’re doing is wrong. He hasn’t figured out why you’ve been avoiding his best friend, but he knows it’s probably a stupid reason. It was. It wouldn’t take Kenma much longer to put two and two together, but whether or not he would do something about it was not a risk you were willing to take. You take out your phone and look at his most recent text. 

kenny ken: don’t hate me but kuroo is on his way 

Confused, you look around for Kenma in the library. When you see no sign of him, you decide to text him back. 

y/n: on his way where?

kenny ken: to the library 

Panicked, you look around once more. Was he playing games with you? You start to pack your lunch back up in the case that he wasn’t. You weren’t ready to face Kuroo, not yet at least. You grab the strap of your backpack and swing it over your shoulder before turning around. 

“Shh!” Kuroo’s hand is placed over your mouth before you could let out a scream. If he wasn’t annoyed with you, he would find your wide eyes endearing and relish in the attention you were finally giving him. 

“Didn’t mean to startle you.” He kicks the study room door closed and raises his eyebrows at you, silently asking you if you were okay not to scream. You nod slowly, your heart hammering in your chest both from his proximity and from the scare he gave you. 

“How did you-”

“It’s the only place I haven’t looked in all week.” He sets his hands on his hips and looks at you expectantly. 

You try to stay silent and act innocent, as if you haven’t been avoiding him in every sense of the word. 

“Can I help you?” You quietly ask before looking down at your feet. 

“Yeah, were you going to tell me what I did?” A frown is tugging at his lips and the guilt is starting to eat at your soul. When you don’t say anything, he crosses his arms and decides to tease you more, hoping to get some information from you. 

“So what? You finally get a good grade in a science exam and suddenly I’m not needed anymore?” You look up at him to deny his claim but end up closing your mouth. Actions speak louder than words, don’t they? Even if you denied him, your behavior the last week was not exactly helping your case. 

You get a good look at him. It’s the first time you’re actually this close to him and you can see his hair is more disheveled than usual and there are some bags under his eyes. He looks tired, and the annoyed look he’s giving you is not making you any less worried for this conversation. 

“It’s not that, Kuroo-”

“Kuroo?” His eyebrows shoot up and his lips quirk up in a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “We’re on a last name basis now?”

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You can either force a confession to him and ruin your friendship or completely lie to him...and ruin your friendship. 

Kuroo mistakes your silence for you not wanting to talk to him at all. He can’t help but let his shoulders drop. His heart feels heavy with his next words. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I just enjoyed hanging out with you and I thought that maybe after our tutor sessions we could keep...I don’t know.” He let’s out a sigh and puts on a fake smile, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He��s turning on his feet and you grab onto his hand before he can go out. You wish he would finish that sentence, but the ball in your court now and it’s your only chance to score. Now or never. 

“Wait.” You finally find your voice but when he turns around and give you a hopeful look, you’re feeling shy again. You clear your throat and decide to just spit it out. “I like you. A lot. And I was avoiding you because I didn’t want to make things weird or ruin anything that we had going -”

Before you know it, his lips are pressed against yours. It’s a brief kiss, but one that brings butterflies to your stomach. He’s pulling away far too soon for your liking and he can only chuckle when he notices you standing on your tip toes to chase after him. Both of your faces are red as your school ties. 

“Maybe you can be Oxygen, I can be Utahium, and together we could go OUt.” 

...

You’re still dazed from his kiss and he thinks that maybe he overstepped the science jokes too much.

“If you say yes, I promise no science jokes on our date.” He raises his hand up as if to emphasize the promise. You let out a laugh at his stupid cuteness.

“No science jokes? How will we know if we have chemistry?”

Yeah, he’s planning out a year’s worth of dates with you. 

(iwaizumi). 

[ike-bana]

When their toddlers ask them where babies come from f.t Yuji,Megumi,Gojou,Geto,Nanami and Toge

cw: mild suggestiveness and nothing else. This is mostly just humorous and wholesome

summary : Your little curious toddler decides to ask their dad where babies come from, how do they respond?

A/N : All characters are aged up and your kids are 4-5 years old. Contrary to popular belief ,it is important to give your children sex education. But you can only talk to them about some certain concepts when they get to a certain age. This is just some random nonsense I thought of when I was doing the dishes on a random day. I may have used mommy and mummy interchangeably cause I'm used to the latter

Also thank you @trashbunnywrites and @sodium-noodlez for helping me out with this,love you guys!

YUJI ITADORI:

-He's watching a movie when his little toddler comes running up to him with a question in their mind

- "Daddy, where do babies come from" The little one asks with a glint of curiosity in their eyes

-He scratches his head nervously and thinks about what to tell the child

-He decides to tell them that crack story that some of our parents have probably told us. That one about storks

-He can see his kid's face glowing with fasciation as they listen to their father's farfetched story

-"wow, really daddy?, so can I ask Mr. storkey to give me a widdle baby brother/sister" They ask in their adorable baby voice

-"Ah sorry kiddo, gonna have to talk to your mom about that first" He pats their head and sighs in relief

MEGUMI FUSHIGIRO :

-He's just about to take a quick nap on the couch when he sees his little troublemaker come up to him. gets it from his mommy

.- " Daddy, daddy, daddy!" They practically scream

- ''Yes (child's name)" his face automatically morphing from a look of tiredness to one of fondness on hearing his child's voice

-"Daddy where do you get a baby?"

-Unlike Yuji, Megumi is a pretty straightforward person when it comes to this, he sees no reason to make up a story but he doesn't think they're ready to learn about this yet.

-" Don't worry (child's name),you'll understand this when you're older" He gives them a knowing look

- " But daddy, I'm a big boy/girl" They pout

-You hear their little convo from the kitchen and you decide to back your husband up.

-"Sweetie, your daddy is right, we'll tell you when you're just a little older, ok?'' you tell them

-"ok mommy'' they look down in defeat

-You lighten up the mood by bringing up something they can't resist

-"Why don't we go play with your barbies and dinosaurs while we let daddy sleep" toys have no gender, fight me on this

-"yaay" They scream in excitement looks like they need to be taught about decibel levels

GOJO SATORU :

-He's watching some random videos on his phone when his kid comes bursting in the room

- "Daddy, where do babies come from?"

-As we all know, this man has no filter so he doesn't hesitate to attempt to explain in lay man terms

-"You see honey, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they go into a room and fu-'' He get's cut off when a size 15 shoe comes flying across the room with a speed of 10m/s, knocking the white haired sorcerer unconscious

-"Not in my house you don't" You mutter

-seeing what happened caused your toddler to burst out in fits of laughter

-"ha ha, daddy got hit with a shoe"

-You turned to your little one with a smile and asked them if the want to get some ice cream, of course they joyously agreed thank goodness for the short attention span of toddlers

-You left the house with your child while your husband still lay dazed on the floor .poor Gojo

GETO SUGURU :

- I actually think Geto would handle this perfectly. Don't get me wrong, I haven't read the manga but he's clearly the bad guy. I just think he's an overall soft and gentle person when it comes to his wife and kid

- so when his little toddler comes running to him with their tiny feet asking him a question most parents are reluctant to answer ,he answers appropriately

-Unlike Yuji, he doesn't make up stories but tells them instead : "You see little one, when two people love each so much, they pray to God and he gives them a beautiful baby" still not the whole truth but whatever

-The child's eyes are filled with wonder and glee at what their father told them.

-"Really, papa?''

-He pats their head affectionately and nods to affirm his statement

-''woww, so you and mama got me like that?" They asked in their little baby voice

-"yes,my little prince/princess"

-You catch this spectacle when you descend from the stairs of your home

-Your heart instantly melts when you see Geto bonding with your child

-It's certainly heart-warming

Nanami Kento

- Just like our guy Megumi, he would see no point in lying to his child but he wouldn't tell them something like "You were made from love", like how Geto would

-He'd look directly into his child's bright big eyes and tells them firmly but gently

-''You see child's name ,there's this whole complicated process that adults do when they want a baby but unfortunately I cannot tell you about it till you're older"

-His child is a little disappointed and asks why he can't.

-"But daddy why?"

-''Because (child's name),it's grown up stuff, okay?" he says with a soft smile on his face while patting their back . Ugh, daddy material much

-am I gonna be a grown up one day?"

-Of course, little one, one day ,you will" He chuckles and continues rubbing their little back affectionately, trying not to think about how his little angel wouldn't be so little anymore

-"Yaaaaaaaayy, can't wait!"

Toge Inumaki

- This might be a bit tasking seeing as he has to restrict his speech but then again, I have a feeling that if he works on his technique he may find a way communicate without causing damage

-Nevertheless, assuming he could speak, I think he'd be the type to just say : " Go ask your mummy"

-Yeah, he's pushing it to you cause he doesn't want to say something he shouldn't least you kill him for corrupting your toddler

-And at the same time, I don't think he'd want to outright lie to his child about the origin of babies. He seems like a very honest and logical person so I don't see him doing that

- So when he tells his kid to ask their mum, the child comes running straight to you.

-"Mummy, where do babies come from?, daddy said I should ask mummy"

- Of course, you take it upon yourself to attend to your child's question (You can choose how you'll handle this 😉 )

- you glance at him but he just shrugs his shoulders, earning him a playful eyeroll from you

[keytakis]

The types of gasters i have under my pillow

1. He

2. Funny man #2

3. Menace in a bad way [ft. Wingding from @bun-bunmuse just because he has potential]

[wowwzaaxei]

Dont ask, idek what this is

I got fockin bored :/

So here we have whatever the fock this is <3

this isn't even an AU I just wanted make some designs and silly shit x3

Artblock won't leave <33

[bloodyteethh]

[ripfranzkafka]

Well, you kind of liked my reasoning about Miles' behavior from the point of view of a journalist (me), so I'll continue.

So, many people were also outraged that Miles didn't turn around and leave at the very beginning, when the dying dude told him what was going on in the asylum. To begin with, a journalist should not take someone's word for it. It is the duty of a journalist to listen to as many opinions as possible, to take them into account, so that later, having made sure of everything personally, to present objective reality, without evaluation (if we do not touch the genre of opinion journalism, this is a little different). That is, he couldn't just believe that dude, write down his words, turn around and go home.

And, as we know, Upshur used to be a military journalist — he published unacceptable materials about Afghanistan, for which he was fired. What is military journalism in general? Yes, the fact that a reporter has to climb into the very hell. Imagine if military journalists listened to a couple of random, the first people they met about the horrors of war, and then just left? "Well, why should I check everything and find evidence of other people's words, they can kill me there, lol" — with this approach, it would not be just a billion fakes about various armed conflicts in the world (and not only), and maybe journalism did not exist in principle; it would all be just jaundice the press, where they publish some rumors and someone's ideas. And that's why, thanks to his old training as a war reporter, Miles does not leave, but goes on to see all the hell happening firsthand. Otherwise, he probably would have just fallen in his own eyes.

I don't know, maybe I just want to justify Miles so much, but in my opinion, everything is very logical, especially when you understand what it really feels like to be a journalist when you are taught this.

P.S. Thanks to the user for the comment under my last post, which supported my idea and developed it in the right direction !!!

[waayoutofline]

The secrecy of her love.

Natasha x reader

Warnings: None.

Tags: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

Word count: 717

Prompt: “For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence but I don’t think I cant do that anymore."

“No, no. Stop it.” You mumble, rubbing your temples. Natasha is right in front of you, soaked by the heavy December rain, looking at you as if you were the only thing that matters and it’s killing you. “Please.”

“Why?” A step closer . You step back. For once, you are the one who steps back.

“Why should I stop,Y/n? Believe me, I wish it wasn’t like this. I wish I could run, look away but you make this impossible,detka.”

A few tears get away from your grasp at the nickname, sliding all the way down to your chin. Why did she had to this? Why now? People come and go, some of them starring a little as you two are right in the middle of the airport. The beat of your heart muffles all the background sounds.

“Why do you have to hurt me like this?” You cry, the hurt making Natasha flinch. “Why now? Wh-when I’m finally able to move on, from this? From you?!”

Flashes of this morning, of you sneaking out of your room, grabbing the suitcase you had in the back of your closet,jumping on the taxi, ready to leave all behind. Natasha just stares at you, ears flushed, opening and closing her mouth.

A huff escapes your mouth, hand tightening the grip on your suitcase.“I can’t loose time like this, my flight is about to leave.Goodbye, Natalia.” You sigh, turning around. deception crawling your chest.

“For years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence but I can't do that anymore.” She blurts. The words are rushed. Lacking of the usual confidence. They are weak, but sure. Non-mediated. You hear her move towards you again , until you can smell her, hear the rapid heartbeat of her chest. Until you can feel her heat and her hand touching yours.

You want to flinch. You want to flinch because it hurts, it burns. It’s ridiculous really, how her simple touch makes you lose grasp of yourself. How it makes your legs stay frozen in place.

“I’m terrified of you, Y/N. I’m terrified of you because you make me feel. You make my walls crumble, you make me vulnerable and you make warm. You make me want to soak in your affection and you make me feel like home. You’ve always have.And I thought that it was a weakness. So I hid all these feelings.. I took them all and shoved them into a box. ”

You turn around, and are shocked by the sight that greets you. Natasha's eyes are all watered and red, flashing a pure vulnerability that you have never seen before. Her usual perfect makeup is now all smudged, and her lips were all red and puffy from her biting on it nervously. You want to caress it with your finger.

“All this time I thought I was broken, Y/n.” Her voice is uneven, and you have never seen her so unsure. “So when I saw your feelings for me, I got scared. Because how could I ever give you what you deserve if I just wasn’t capable of it? What if I ended up hurting you. I could never do that to you. I could never hurt you. Wich was stupid because I ended up doing so.”

Natasha laughs humorlessly.

“I let that fear win. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry it took you leaving for me to realize that.That it took me this long.”Full blown up tears are now both of.All those years of yearning and frustrated love finally breaking through. Leaving you both with overwhelming relief.

“You made me think that you hated me, Natasha. You kept pushing me away, every single time…” You cry, your free hand rubbing your eyes. Natasha grabs both of them now, raising them and kissing your knuckles. “I know. I know.” She says, trembling.

“But I love you. God, you are the definition of what love is, detka. And if you choose to stay, I’ll do the impossible to repay you every single day of my life.” You finally break as Natasha finally says exactly what you wanted for her to say.

You stumble and you fall. And this time, Natasha is there to catch you.

And it just feels right.

[pumpkinpie03]

please answer

What characteristics do you consider important or typical in a movie to be considered slasher?

[afoolandathief]

Me rn

[hajidumps]

Cale is trustworthy

No matter what people can't help but just trust in him.

Choi Han had faith in him; even before the vow they made in a god of death church

Rosalyn even said you can't help but trust him

Cage even if she saw what they were going to do with Venion; trusted him

The fucking uncle of Billos trusted him, even if he saw how cruel Cale can be

Cale keeps his promises, Cale always tries to help those he calls his - his family. He does it unknowingly or maybe he denies it but he truly cares.