#and real boy was rly good!

[bylertruther]

modern au mike would be the repressed internalized homophobia harboring kind of gay that says shit like "it's not gay to kiss ur homies goodnight 🙄 that's just being a good bro" and is essentially playing gay chicken with will 24/7 which is why will never suspects anything and thinks it's totally unrequited. bc they have Always been like this . and still mike insists he's straight and who is will to say Um Actually esp when mike made a big stink abt dating his sister n also gets super defensive abt it any time they talk abt it or get anywhere even remotely close to talking abt it. hope this helps 👍

[fecto-forgo]

the thing w commentary youtubers is you can actually rly tell which ones r showing smth weird but harmless bc they just thought itd be a fun topic n which ones r showing smth weird but harmless bc theyre convinced its a sign of the downfall of society when its like.some ppl on tiktok being slightly odd in a completely harmless way.dude someone warn the president i cant believe theyd *checks smudged writing on hand* be a little childish while making slime videos

[shenyaanigans]

in all my years on tumblr, i have never had a viral post, except for now, and despite that it's not that viral, i see now why people turn off reblogs

[eurydicees]

on one hand i’m glad i was, like, In The Moment and singing and having so much fun at the concert, but on the other hand i don’t have nearly enough photos/videos to believe that last night was real

[chisatowo]

Y'know if nothing else this next Kanade event should at least eventually give me a new Kanade solo to gnaw on. Idk if it'll be Good since it'll very much depend on how good the actual song is but. Yknow.

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

I mean I'm not goin back to him I'm not(!!!) but at this point I got no idea why

Literally just screaming into the fucking void

He already broke me to the point where all the shit he's said are my only core beliefs n even if I try to shut down the voice in my head repeatin it all I still believe every damn word

So no matter how long I cut him off for it's always there just the same. But no one else can always be there to make it go away. W/ him I at least go from a total waste of oxygen to the one thing I'll ever be any good for. It's an upgrade I can almost live with.

So what's the point? What do I or anyone gain from me stayin away?

I've been tryin so fucking hard n it's just not getting any easier. I don't know where to put all this fucking self loathing, I can't keep pouring it onto other people. I always need to keep so damn much inside n some of it still spills out n that's already bordering on too much. I don't wanna be a burden. I know everyone is, to some extent, but not like this. Not all the time. Plus they have something to give in return, I only have things no one else wants, just Val's happy to take em if offered.

I still feel the pull all the fucking time. It's like the chain he used to have around my neck but I know he's not doin the pulling, he doesn't care if he has me or not anymore. It's all me now. I'm the one who keeps wanting to go back. The rational part of me is screaming no cause I know he'll just hurt me n find new ways to cut even deeper but. What's left that he hasn't already done?

Maybe this time he'll make the feelings n the noise go away. Maybe this time he'll make it all quiet.

[tojipie]

thinking very hard about truck driver toji !

passing mention of sex but no actual nsfw content !

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lugging cargo across the country is no joke, with individual jobs spanning weeks at a time. fortunately, toji somehow ended up with you to keep him busy, his forever passenger princess.

a blurry picture of you two taken on a disposable camera hangs on the dash mirror. the shot is encased in a clear frame and strung up by beaded thread. you’re holding the camera towards the two of you, blowing a kiss towards the lense as toji stands with his arm slung around your shoulders. he’s smiling, a marlboro red pinched between his molars.

toji tries not to smoke in front of you most of the time, opting to pull over at a weigh-in station when his hands start to shake. he’ll kick the same pebble around while you stretch behind the truck, waving at the occasional biker.

it’s rare that men in his profession have anyone to spend the drive with, toji makes the most of it. the older man uses your little stowaway situation as an excuse to take you all across the country, picking up little keychains and stickers for you at every gas station the two of you visit. it’s hard to keep busy when all there is to do is pump gas and fuck, but you’re content with the little dynamic you have.

he’ll pull into a rest stop every time he starts feeling tired, dragging you into the driver’s side seat so he can cradle you in his arms like a little teddy bear. real sleep is done in the truck cab, under a weighted blanket he’d picked up at a strip mall in the mountains.

your “bedroom”, or the truck cab really, is a modest little room behind where the driver’s compartment is. toji tore out the twin sized mattress 2 weeks into your little arrangement, replacing it with a queen sized memory foam one. “a good investment” he called it.

you two rarely if ever sleep in there though. opting for the comfort of a hotel room over the glorified backseat of a sleeping arrangement his truck has. toji can afford it, that much is obvious from how much he spends on room service per week. the man had taught you that a truck driver’s salary was more than enough to keep a girl happy, and with how much you two had been on the road, he was easily reaching the 6-figure mark.

most people would get sick of being forced to spend so much quality time with each other. you never will.

you’ll never get tired of waking up in a different place every morning, spending hours exploring new cities with your favorite boy. you’ll never get tired the way you learn something new about him everyday. a new detail about the family he grew up with, a beauty mark you never noticed on his back, the way his nose scrunches when you say something funny.

you’ll never get tired of the way he stalks up to you after every other rest stop visit, hands clasped behind his back as he prepares to surprise you with whatever trinket he just bought you. and you’ll never regret your decision to be his permanent little sidekick, experiencing every day right alongside him.

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a/n: hii ! i rly rly love this au hehe, i might even like it more than prisoner toji. lmk if this should be a series, and feel free to send in related asks if u want :D

[faarkas]

Hey WHY THE FUCK did ubisoft just reveal 4 fuckijg new assassin's creed games???? IM NOT PLAYING ALL THAT UBISOFT FUCK OFF

bruv i rly wish I understood their minds and could give us some answers but personally i am thrilled that ubi just saved me more money by keeping up with their antics. aloha. <3

[saetoru]

non curse au with gojo except he’s a lil loser boy.

doesn’t know how to dress. doesn’t know how to do his hair. is scrawny and short and awkward and he’s your neighbor and you sit with him on the bus sometimes. sometimes he comes over for dinner with his mom. sometimes you go over and he helps you with math homework. every once in a while you guys have a movie night and slowly but surely he becomes a good friend. people at school don’t rly look twice at him but that’s okay bc he has you and that’s all he needs.

and then one day you blink and the scrawny kid becomes all lean muscle. the short little guy is somehow towering over you. the bad hair cut is now a longer, tousled mess but in a good way and he’s learned some basic fashion that doesn’t make him look like a fool. somewhere along the line he got a bit more flirtatious and teasing but deep down he’s still the same guy.

he over explains math and physics when you ask him because he’s still just a bit of a nerd at the end of the day. you both have cars now but he starts petty arguments with “let’s just rock paper scissors” over who drives no matter how many times you tell him it’s his turn. he still sends you trailers to movies like “we’re watching this over the weekend.” you still visit his mom because she’ll never stop loving you. girls definitely give him attention now and sometimes he likes to be an ass and be a little attention whore—but he’s still the same. your lil loser boy. he still embarrasses himself in front of you sometimes because you never stopped being pretty. never stopped being painfully sweet. never stopped making his palms sweat and his heart race. and you never changed either—still seek him out first no matter who’s around.

there’s no real confession. no real oh! moment. you’ve both always just kind of known that it’s love. because you grow up and he does too but he never changes and you don’t either. you and him are the only consistent things you both have—the world could change but you won’t. it’s love, always has been, always will be—that much probably won’t ever change either.

[diordeer]

౨ৎ TV IN BLACK AND WHITE

“nothing to be feared when you're in my heart, troubles come in threes but in your case they came in millions and trillions, but that's all right” - lana del rey (smau)

contains: charlie bushnell x fem!reader, who plays priscilla and gets a bit of hate but its a tom blyth, rachel zegler kinda sitch

description: ok so i originally put this off bc i wasnt sure how to do it but then i did some brain storming and i looovee it i hope u do too 🤭

requested by: @tomblythsslut

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yn.ln had so much fun on priscilla, miss u all 💔

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user1 On my way! to make this movie my whole personality!

user2 Oh great! Another man hating movie!

↳ yn.ln thats not the point of the film? 😄

↳ user6 HELLO?

sofiacoppola 🩷🩷

user3 the behind the scene photos are giving me LIFE

user4 yn and jacob’s height difference might just put me in a coma

user5 yn casually dating and being best friends with the two white boys of the month

user6 i want all of her outfits NOW

↳ yn.ln this is exactly how i felt when i put the outfits on… wish i coulve taken them home!

user7 what a biased movie

↳ user8 the movie shows the ups and downs of the relationship from priscilla’s perspective, yes, but it would be more relatable to whoever’s side ur watching it from. Not biased, just true 😃

↳ user7 oh my god stfu

user9 MAN THIS COMMENT SECTION IS CRAZY

↳ user10 half is obsessing and the other half is hating 🤨

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iamcharliebushnell you are so so incredible!! love you 🩷

tagged yn.ln

yn.ln awhh love u more

user3 ur gf acted in one film that went well and thinks she’s the shit, for the love of god please humble her

↳ iamcharliebushnell why don’t u do me a favour and get a fucking life

↳ user2 WOAHHH

↳ user4 she IS the shit

dior.n.goodjohn shes so cute

↳ yn.ln we can leave, ill run away with u, just us!!

↳ iamcharliebushnell ⁉️

↳ yn.ln jokes!

↳ dior.n.goodjohn watch out mr, im stealing your girl 😉

user1 THE PUPPPYYY

user5 i hate the hate towards yn, but im kind of loving the drama i cant lie…

user6 charlie and yn are SO cute

↳ user7 THE WAY HE DEFENDS HER 😍

↳ user8 kinda feel like thats bare minimum tho like if ur gf was getting attacked would u not defend her?

↳ user7 stilll!!!! I think its rly cute

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yn.ln us looking for where u saw me say i thought i was the shit for acting in “one successful film”

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user1 YES TELL EM

user2 where did that even come from like? i swear that was out of nowhere

↳ user3 yeah! and they are REAL quiet now

iamcharliebushnell spoiler alert! We couldnt find it! Strange right?

↳ yn.ln super strange!

↳ user4 they are so iconic

user9 “im not angry, im just disappointed” is SCREAMING from the first pic

user5 men 🤷‍♀️

↳ yn.ln i want to agree with this but i also dont want to get cancelled again ! #notallmen 😊

user6 ALSO what is “one successful film” even mean?! this girl has an INSANELY successful career

↳ user7 they were too busy watching their film bro films

user8 love me a supportive AND hot boyfriend

↳ yn.ln really the whole package

user10 ive had crimson and clover stuck in my head ALL WEEK since seeing the film

↳ user11 the soundtrack is SOOO GOOD

taglist: @lostinhisworld @lizziesfirstwife @auttumnsayshi @silkenthusiasts @taygrls @kidkrowk @kanojous @niktwazny303 @m00ng4z3r @highfidelities @b0ok-lover @vamplyle

[kawataslvr]

One percent .ᐟ

“𝜗𝜚 ﹐, ; ⟡”

Note: i totally think Ran would tease Rindou for being gay but would be super supportive tew.

P.S: Brat reader ,, Fluff to Smut ,, brat tamer rindou ,, reader has a big butt ,, reader wears only lip gloss.. retouches it a lot. ,, reader wears short-shorts ,, you two get caught ,, rindou honestly rly horny n eyes you 50% of the time ,, reader doesn’t cum

﹒ ◠ ✩ ⊹ ﹒#1

Rindou loved women, he really did. Whenever Ran introduced you to him, he felt a new feeling. He felt the need to be pitch perfect, so Ran making small jokes about him in front of you only embarrassed him. Usually in would annoy him, but he wouldn’t mind it. Around you though? He just met you and he was already panicking. What was frustrating him the most is that he didn’t know why, no other guy had ever made his head spin like you.

Or any girl either really, i mean.. he was attracted to them.. he thought they were pretty. Sure, but.. you know maybe he just liked you because you sounded a lot like a woman! No you didn’t. You sounded like any regular guy, but you had a soft voice whenever you greeted him so was that really his fault!? It was your fault. Yeah, you had him under some sort of spell.. he slammed his head into his pillow. Screaming internally, and on the outside too apparently. Ran came into his room with a concerned and confused look on his face. He’d never seen his little brother like this.

The worst part is that Rindou didn’t even know your name because he was so distracted on well.. you.

“Rindou what the hell is wrong with you.” Ran looked at the stressed out and frustrated Rindou who was sitting on a messy bed. “Nothing.” Rindou snapped back quickly, dismissing the question and hopefully the topic. “Clearly there’s something going on, tell me.” the blond and blue swirly boy just sighed. He looked at his brother, with a blank face. No expression.

“I think i’m into your friend.” Ran was lost, still. Not like he was the brightest anyways, but he was still lost none the less. “who? I haven’t introduced you to any chicks. Most of the Chicks I hang out with are hook ups.” Rindou groaned and threw his head back along with his body back on his bed. “that’s the problem.” Ran made a shocked face “you wanna go out with one of my hook up girls!?” Rindou shook his head.

“I’m into one of your guy friends.” Rindou said under his breath “that’s pretty gay dude.” Ran said with a straight face , obviously teasing Rindou. “Shut up! If you’re not gonna help get out.” the older Haitani laughed to himself and then looked back at Rindou , turning on what he called his ‘older brother mode’. “if you actually like the dude , i’ll help you out. But he isn’t any low maintenance boy, he’s a brat.” Rindou looked a little shocked at this new informatio n, you were so nice.. at least when you were greeting him.

“but don’t mess around this guy’s feelings, that’s my guy.” Rindou swore this was the first time he ever heard Ran consider someone’s feelings— you two must be close. “alright , alright.. but I wanna see him again.. haven’t met him for that long but man i miss him.” Ran laughed at Rindou’s words, already so love struck. sure he was willing to let his little brother have his shot, but damn Rindou was head over heels for you. “You’re already M/N’s type, close enough anyways. You have a good shot.. i’ll bring him around tomorrow.” Ran never saw Rindou’s face light up any quicker

﹒ ◠ ✩ ⊹ ﹒#2

Rindou was pacing around his room panicking, Ran said he was bringing you over. He was gonna ‘leave unexpectedly’ and let you two be alone and get to know each other for a few. If it went wrong, he’d give Ran a quick text message of the cheese emoji with a flamingo top hat and magic wand next to it.. why? it was his favorite ‘underrated’ emojis according to him.

Finally, Ran finally brought you over. “Hey, M/N i’m gonna go get snacks from the convenience store real quick.” Rindou waited a minute and a few seconds just to come out after Ran left, to mentally prepare himself and so it wouldn’t look suspicious.

“oh you’re that guy from yesterday.” Rindou tried to act casual, but he was really helpless. You could tell. “Oh! Rindou?” you’re voice was as soft as he remembered it.. sweet. “yeah. i’m rindou.” you’re voice was so nice.. so were your lips. The smile they held up. Your lips looked like some sweet candy with the shiny coat of gloss on them. “it’s so nice to see you again.” Rindou couldn’t understand how the hell you were a brat according to Ran, hell he couldn’t understand how you and Ran were even friends in the first place.

Rindou sat down next to you, that’s when he noticed your shorts. Specifically how nicely they wrapped around your figure, so tightly and nicely fitted. “Ran left?” he already knew Ran left , and why. That’s the only reason he came out here.. the younger finally gaining back his confidence, a little at a time sure. “Oh yah, it was just to get snacks.” Rindou really hoped it didn’t look like he was staring.. but he was glancing over way too many times at your shorts.

He was sure they looked nicer from behind. “Ah, I see.” you looked down at the time, noticing your phone was at 1%. “oh shit.. hey, do you happen to have a charger?” Rindou nodded his head “let me see if I can find it.. I actually haven’t seen it around..” that’s bullshit. He just wanted to see if you would catch an attitude. You pouted, “you sure you can’t look?” that wasn’t that hard to do.. you’re tone already sounded annoyed. Different than your previous tone and attitude.

“sure, can you help me?” your quiet sighed and now slightly furrowed brows.. told him his answer “it’s fine, i’ll go get it myself.” he got up and went to his room, waiting a few seconds and ruffling in a drawer. All while his charger was plugged into an obvious out in the open plug. he came out empty handed, “sorry.. can’t find it.” you reapplied your lip gloss while he walked over, clearly annoyed as a consistent pout was laid on your face. One that you weren’t trying to hide.

“oh don’t put on a pout.” Rindou said with a clear smirk on his face, almost as clear as your obvious pouting.. he just found it so cute. “can’t be that hard to find a stupid charger.” you were already mad over something so small.. Ran wasn’t being his usual dramatic self , he figured it out quick. “come help me then instead of acting like that.” you rolled your eyes. “fine..” sighing over dramatically and standing up.

Shit..he was right, you looked wonderful from behind in your nice little shorts. emphasis on the little. Rindou led you to his room, both of you looking for the charger inside his left pocket. “ugh..” you groaned under your breath, both of you looking over and under every single thing in his room. For a stupid charger, Rindou turned around to the lovely site of you looking under neath his desk on all fours with your back arched so the drawers wouldn’t hit you.

“i’m tired of searching.” you got up, Rindou eyeing you while you did. Reaching into your bag you pulled out your lip gloss and reapplied it, quickly and annoyed. Rindou had to admit, he loved the way you looked but there was only so much attitude he could take, it was getting on his nerves.

“you grew an attitude quick.” he smirked at your face a annoyed scrunch that went back to normal after a few seconds, it honestly surprised him how you were able to act like this in just a couple of minutes of talking to Rindou. “my phones about to die on 1%!” you complained in an almost child like voice, an annoying grating one. All he could focus on was how your ass looked in those shorts every-time you turned around. Dont get him wrong, he’s still head over heels for you but that’s an added bonus..

﹒ ◠ ✩ ⊹ ﹒#3 NSFW up ahead, MDNI.

maybe that’s what ended with your poor hole being abused while a charger was throw in front of your figure bent over Rin’s bead, his huge cock thrusting back and forth into you. Your lip gloss all smudged from the makeout session before this. “ri..rinn.. s’tmuch..” you sobbed out, already fucked out beyond comprehension on his fat cock. “charger don’t matter than fucking much anymore? My cocks the only thing charging you up.” tears rolled down your face and you felt an orgasm coming up.

Rindou could also tell you were close too apparently, he pulled out of your velvety and spongy walls.. your soft whimpers stopped, now becoming whinny bitchy complaining, like he called it “noo.. nooo!!!” you pouted, instinctively grinding back on Rindou only to get slapped on the ass harshly.

“mmnfhh..” your tears rolled down your face, all that bratty attitude from before, gone. Your orgasm had been denied, you weren’t getting your way and it was pissing you off. “geez even during sex you’re acting like a whiny little bitch” he dropped you down to your knees lining your mouth up to the tip of his cock. “if you suck me off good enough i’ll let you borrow my charger.” you whined and nodded your head opening your mouth more his cock to slide into while you liked the tip, shit so good he barely even noticed the text messages from Ran.. it had been almost an hour. Of course he was coming home.

“oh fuck..’!” you had already shoved his entire length down your throat, he could deal with the bitchiness if this was the type of treatment he would get. Hollowing your cheeks on his cock , he gripped onto your hair bobbing your hair up and down. Fucking into your throat like a flesh light.

Ran’s bad habit of not knocking really should stop after walking into scenes like this, it never will. “oh shit.” he knew you weren’t one to let a guy you liked slip by you, but this quick? Hell Rindou doing this without there even being a first date?? Ran slammed the door shut, both of you getting scared .. that had to of done something to Rindou. He came in your mouth without warning, maybe that or the fact you reached his sweet spot.. the back of your throat hit the tip of his dick and it really hit. You to his surprise swallowed all his cum, not a drop out. Geez Rindou knew you weren’t a virgin, but you were starting to seem liked an out right whore.

“n..not fair.. i didn’t get to cum..” your voice sounded desperate. “no that’s your punishment for acting like a brat over a charger.” you whined only to get a hair pull “clean up.. i’ll help you..”

﹒ ◠ ✩ ⊹ ﹒#4

ran decided to let you two have a minute or two, incase you were really enjoying yourselves. Both of you came out of the room, a walk of shame for both of you infront of ran. “i was only gone for 40 minutes.. you two really couldn’t help each other huh?” your face was like a red tomato, not that Rindou was any better. He wasn’t even looking Ran in the eyes.

you were still so hot and bothered you couldn’t muster a word, Rindou didn’t even let you keep your boxers. You were praying nobody noticed you were commando. “you two got a thing now? or is it a one time thing.” Ran laughed to himself and then smiled, it was only funny to him really. But you two did need to figure that out eventually..

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Been spending my time lately thinking of a House MD au where, through a series of accidents and lies and a bet he didn't rly intend to win, House ends up as a registered foster parent (he's still addicted to Vicodin and his normal dickish workaholic self but for some reason he cleared the requirements and trust me he's as stunned and mildly concerned as everyone else is).

Through further Shenanigans™, he ends up accidentally getting handed fostership of not one, not two, but three hellish but brilliant kids:

1. This total smartass 16 year old named Robert Chase who yeah he's a bitchy teenaged boy and a former rich kid and Australian with enough mommy and daddy issues to reawaken Freud after his dad dipped and absconded all parental rights and his mom drank herself to death, but he's also got a nice car left over from his rich kid days and an eye for detail and weirdly enough his best friend/mortal enemy (some other teen named Eric Foreman) and his on again off again girlfriend (Allison Cameron, totally won't last if u ask House) both work at the hospital as a candy striper and after school in the cafeteria respectively so House can get all the inside gossip from Chase. Plus Chase has no problems breaking and entering into patient's homes which helps bc since he's not employed by the hospital Cuddy can't complain as far as House is concerned.

2. A 14 year old girl who only answers to Thirteen (House knows he could look her name up in her file but honestly it drives Chase nuts that she won't tell him her real name and that's good enough for him) and who's dad was declared unfit after the death of his wife to Huntington's devastated him. She's a total nightmare, snarky and quick witted and freakishly smart even tho she puts most of those smarts towards things like shaving Chase's entire head (eyebrows included) bc he's trying to grow a sucky teenage mustache, and trying to take House's wallet bc she keeps calling him Old Man and he informed her he's actually only 25 but the stress of fostering has aged him prematurely and she's like 95% sure that's a lie but she wants to check his license and make sure bc everyone lies. She loves tormenting Chase by telling him his best friend and/or his girlfriend is hot and asking if they're single.

And 3. This 6 year old boy named Lawrence Kutner who's weirdly cheerful considering his parents got killed in front of him. He's way too chatty and excellent at puzzles and the only morning person in the entire house and therefore frequently tries to make breakfast (he likes to be helpful and he hasn't burned the place down yet so House doesn't feel the need to stop him). Once he told House he was gonna build a Death Star in the living room and House said lol sure go ahead whatever, only to return home from work to discover Kutner called himself out from school and has a huge wooden frame made of broken furniture in the living room. House rly can't argue since he did say go ahead. Benefits of fostering a 6 year old are 1. The babes love it, 2. Free excuse to leave work early/come in late/not show up at all, and 3. Justification for buying juice boxes and Ritz crackers. The neighbor kid Taub is his go to babysitter bc his mom volunteered him forcibly and Taub is lowkey praying that babysitting Kutner could lead to an in at Princeton Plainsboro once he graduates high-school and finishes medical school (it won't, House doesn't believe in nepotism unless it benefits him).

The adventures of House and his Foster Ducklings mostly revolve around being a Found Family, but do involve frequent plots such as:

House fired his brand new fellows again (he tosses em every three or so months, he hasn't found The Right Team yet) and will sometimes bring his foster kids in, hand em doctors coats, and tell patients that they're just a bunch of medical savants here to consult yes even the 6 year old he's actually Harvard's youngest graduate ever.

House sends the kids to break into a patient's home. They refuse. House tells them the first one to find black mold or lead paint or a dead animal or whatever gets $20. They agree. Chase drops Thirteen and Kutner off at a bus stop across town and drives over himself so he can get an hour and a half head start (ultimate fuck them kids moment, however Thirteen did steal his wallet so guess who's paying for lunch and their taxi ride to the patient's house? Net loss.)

Cuddy demands House does his clinic hours. House sends his foster kids to do his clinic hours for him. Tfw you go to the free walk in clinic for a sore throat and a cough and your doctor is a 6 year old boy who keeps asking for help with spelling whilst filling out your chart.

Wilson babysits them one (1) time since House doesn't trust Chase not to throw a party or sell his foster siblings on eBay if left as the one in charge. He wakes up with a big strip of hair poorly bleached right down the middle. Chase crushed up stolen sleeping pills and mixed them into a juice box, which Kutner 'innocently' offered to Wilson. Thirteen was going to bleach and dye his whole head blue (for practice, she wants to dye her hair but she's certainly not gonna fuck up her own hair until she has the method down) but Wilson woke up pretty quickly due to years of House drugging him. Wilson has not offered to babysit again.

Anyways this is my House Foster Ducklings au which I'm thinking about actually writing. Thank u 🫡

[princessbrunette]

PRINCESS ILYSM N IM AO DEINK RN PLEASE TELL US HOW THE BOYS SAID ILY FLR THE FJRST TIME CUZ I RLY NEED TO KNOW JOYSM UR SO AMAZING HT BRAIN JD SO CUTE I LOVA YKU

sodjcjdjsj i hope u had a good night !!!!!!!

rafe definitely says it for the first time after you’re arguing and you try and walk out on him. i wrote this somewhere a while back but you go to leave and he panics and starts begging you to stay, telling you that he loves you 🙄 sorry it’s not the most romantic but it’s real

jj would be after a grand gesture, like canon — he’d save you from something, or nearly die and he’d come straight to you and tell you he loves you before grabbing you and running off somewhere more safe before you have time to even process it ??

pope would have planned for like two weeks that he’s gonna say it but he keeps chickening out. you’ve been seeing eachother for a while now and he takes you out on a particularly fancy date before picking his moment to tell u :(

john b would say it randomly and domestically, like just hanging out at his house and you’re in the kitchen laughing together and his smile just softens as he watches you bc he’s rlly in love !! n then he just comes out with it abruptly

[choccy-milky]

bruh i need to vent about a rude comment i got on my recent chap and also about clora, cuz its something thats been on my mind for a while now. it has spoilers to my most recent chap tho so im putting it below

so in my most recent chap clora gets hit by the killing curse but thanks to seb sacrificing himself for her, it doesn’t work/she survives. and I got a rly rude comment about how that’s super cringe and that clora is a "shoe horning of every possible manifestation of Mary-Sueism I have ever seen." theyre dropping my fic after almost 500k words bc apparently THAT’S where they draw the line and that "just somehow pulling it out the bag and surviving a killing curse from the power of love. In simpler terms, it’s absolutely cringe worthy" and "forgive me if I rolled an eye at the yet again invincible nature of Clora Clemons-the-one-eighth-Veela-extraordinaire"

BUT LIKE LMAO TELL ME U DIDN’T READ/WATCH HARRY POTTER WITHOUT TELLING ME. that’s literally what happens to harry??but its only cringe when it happens to our "mary-sue" clora? like yeah sure love magic might be a bit cringe but IM LITERALLY JUST PULLING FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. of all the things to take issue with in my fic and interpretations, theyre taking issue with something that’s canon BAHAHA.

and since im on the topic of clora being mary sue can I just say I hate the misogyny/internalized misogyny that i've seen some people (NOT A LOT, THANKFULLY) treat her with. like i get it, im not pale and blonde and as conventionally pretty as clora is, but even if I was, is that a reason to hate me?? and does being beautiful and well-liked = mary sue? bc as far as I know, mary sue is a chara who is just naturally amazing at everything and doesnt need to try hard and theyre just inexplicably great for no reason (like mc in the base game BAHHAA) if anything the mary sue in MY fic is seb LMAO (but hes a boy so its ok). like clora has worked hard and studied magic all her life due to being a squib and wanting to make up for not being able to DO it. she isnt good at flying, seb is still better at her than duelling, shes really short sighted when it comes to doing/thinking whats best for others and can be a huge idiot.... and like. the only guys that have even shown interest in clora on a real scale have been seb and leander (and then lawley for blackmail purposes, and also bc he hates seb) so its not like literally everyone is falling over themselves for her?? like her interactions with the main cast of boys (ominis, garreth, amit) theyre all indifferent to her LMAO but still, the fact that shes pretty and guys here and there might look at her and go o shes cute! doesnt make her a mary sue SORRy thats just called being attractive idk its just annoying that ppl automatically see a nice kind beautiful female character without any VISIBLE flaws and go SHES TOO PERFECT!! MARY SUE!! WAH IM JEALOUS! and like I get it bc when I was younger I probs would have been annoyed by clora as well due to my own insecurities and internalized misogyny but hey, how about u just realize that’s ur own problem and your own jealousy, and not a real one HAHAH anyway ive since evolved bc I used to be a ‘not like other girls’ type girl back in highschool. trying to be super tomboy-y bc I thought being feminine was cringe and too basic but now ive embraced it and love girly things and dresses and charas like clora who are still strong and showcase their strengths and weaknesses in subtler ways, and I want to smooch her and make out with her. get behind me clora ill protect you🤺🤺🤺

[hanlimz]

[midnight thoughts: jungwon + bad habits]

pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader (reader is jake's sibling) genre/warnings: angsty fluff (happy ending) / mentions of alcohol, vomit, some blood / idk it could potentially be a bit suggestive but i don't rly think so? wc: ~2.1k a/n: LOL cass write abt someone other than won challenge pt.2: FAILED!!!! / whtv! this had been in my drafts n then i reworked the idea into that jay drabble i posted but i still rly wanted to write abt motorcycle jungwon so here you go.. (it turns rly soft at the end bc i am incapable of writing hurt without comfort LMAOOO)

as you climb out your window to perch atop your shingled roof, a wave of cold surges up your spine, taking care to freeze each and every vertebrae on its way. your breath billows before you, the white cloud contrasting the pitch black of night. from this vantage point, you can watch all the bodies as they move in tandem, warm from the alcohol and the dancing. it's mesmerizing, the rhythmic swaying lulls you into a state of peace, a state of tranquility. paying no mind to the booming party music or the numbness blooming at the tips of your fingers, you let your eyelids flutter closed. comforted by the nothingness, you take in the scent of wet earth mingling with the air freshener you have in your room as it permeates the air. with chilled bones and a clear mind, you remain a passerby, a shadow, a ghost.

that is, until an unceremonious rumbling breeches the music blasting from your brother's speakers. the people below begin to whoop and cheer as the manmade thunder grows quiet; your brother shouts a greeting, and you're all too familiar with the person who manages to turn heads merely upon arrival. a rush of nerves tingles through your body, and you run over a checklist. heeseung, jay, and sunghoon are all presently dancing, sunoo is watching over the kitchen, and riki has been relegated to the dj booth for the night. with all other options exhausted, you know it has to be him.

craning your neck, you catch a glimpse of his crimson steed. it glints, almost menacingly, in the light of the moon. the chrome accents are like liquid silver as he dismounts and casts a myriad of shadows over his bike. jake claps him on the shoulder as he removes his matching helmet. his hair falls out—deliciously messy, perfectly tousled; it's a waterfall of silky, black strands that somehow look windblown and gelled back simultaneously. save for everyone that has continued to dance, girls and guys alike are crowding around the boy and his bike.

a cursory smile is offered to all of the faces in the crowd, but it becomes real as he turns to look at your brother. friends since they met through soccer practice years ago, friends despite their differing social circles, friends through the thick of it all. they push through the throng of classmates, acquaintances, and strangers—closer to the house, closer to you.

before they disappear beneath the awning, jake pulls him into a hug, and you can see him dig his fingers into the boy's leather jacket. "it's good to see you, man," jake says, just loud enough for you to make out. "drinks are in the kitchen with sun, i'm sure he'll be surprised to see you make an appearance."

and, just like that, the party resumes. you watch as the horde of people assembled around the motorcycle gradually disperses, and they begin to partner up again. despite not offering any physical warmth, a fire builds inside of you; small embers of memory are ignited by the nervousness that rips at your stomach. reliving each one is painful—the images that flash behind your eyes are hot, burning themselves into your mind once more. you guess that there are mere seconds left until he comes to see you, and you are proven correct when a measured knock sounds against your door. it confirms any suspicions and lays any doubt you might've had to rest.

you know all too well who this is.

the slab of wood creaks open, groaning as if aged by the cold. gazing back at him, you notice how young he looks when bathed in the warm, yellow light emanating from your desk lamp. he seems to glow, crowned with a halo of innocence, overflowing with something you can't place. this angelic countenance distracts you from the red solo cup sitting in grasp, distracts you from the fact that he is inching forward, distracts you from the movement of his lips. and, after a few moments, he is settling next to you and fidgeting in an attempt to get used to the frigid air. suddenly, you are stripped of your alien status because he is looking at you, seeing you—just as he always does.

ghosts notice ghosts, you think, daring to steal a glance in his direction. he catches you, ensnaring you with those deep, brown eyes, but he doesn't say a word. it isn't like him, really. he's an obligatory people person, a fan favorite, a crowd worker; he can have you doubled over with laughter one minute and crying the next. this irregularity is not lost on you as he continues to stare. you can almost feel the words waltzing on the tip of his tongue, and it kills you—the waiting game. it's one you always manage to lose.

"thought we agreed to take a break from each other ..." you hum, breaking the silence and turning your head away. "hm, jungwon?"

he mirrors you, and takes a sip from the cup. his impenetrable pokerface doesn't give you any hints as to what he's drinking. peeking over, you watch as jungwon answers with a nod and a sharp clench of his jaw.

"so, why are you here?" you ask, scoffing and shooting him a forceful glare. "why are you here, sitting with me in weather you hate, not saying a word? what—do you care about me, suddenly? about us?"

he prickles at this particularly harsh jab, rushing to defend himself, "i told you, [y/n]—"

"oh, yeah—you told me, jungwon. you told me about sunghoon, about how protective he is of his sister, about how he broke siwoo's nose after he found out about their relationship. you told me that you didn't want jake to get in our way, that you didn't want things to get ugly if jake didn't like us together," your tone is venomous enough to kill as you berate him. "then, after i called you on your bullshit, you told me that it was for my own good. you didn't want me to get hurt, didn't want me to walk away broken ... you talk such a big game with your motorcycle and your leather jackets, but really, jungwon? all you told me is that you're a coward."

the aftershocks of your explosion are still rocking through jungwon as he tries to process all of your words. absorbing your poison, guilt and realization wash over him; he is a coward. and, a fool for letting you slip through his fingers. his mouth gapes as he searches desperately for the right thing to say. jungwon flounders, and you take perverse delight in his struggle. all of the weight that had been crushing you is now his to bear; it feels good, but only for a minute or two. then, this parasitic love you harbor for him squeezes at your heart. the silence starts to suffocate you, balls of cotton begin to fill your throat, and the cold air is making your lungs burn. you turn to see him already looking at you, and the apology you were about to let free dies away.

his eyes are wild, frenzied almost. not in a way that frightens you, but in one that saddens you. jungwon is frantically hunting for a way to make you see how sorry he is, for a way to make you stay. he reaches out to you but flinches away on his accord, unsure of what your reaction might be. taking a deep breath, all he says is: "you're right."

as the admission of guilt hangs in the air, it is almost underwhelming. you sigh, preparing to push up from your seat and head back inside, but jungwon stops you. he grips your wrist before he is able to stop himself this time and wills you to sit once more. his hands are as warm as you remember, calloused and rough and surprisingly gentle.

"you're right, [y/n]. i'm a coward, and i don't deserve a second chance—i didn't even deserve the first one you gave me. but, god—you have to believe me when i say that i care. i care about you, about us. my stupid, fucking thoughts got in the way, and i was scared," jungwon explains, blinking rapidly to keep his tears at bay. "i used jake to hide from you, to hide from how much i loved you. from how much i've always loved you."

jungwon begins to shake—from the desperation or the cold, you're not sure. but, as the conversation dips into a natural lull, you usher him past the threshold of the window pane and shut it behind the two of you. a quietude settles between your bodies, a static that coaxes you closer while simultaneously pushing you apart. gently, you slip the tingling tips of your fingers beneath the leather of his jacket; it is replaced with a fluffy blanket before he can blink, and he relishes in the silken sensation blooming in his chest. enveloped by this newfound warmth, you ask him the same question from before: "why?"

he answers immediately, ignoring the searing pain as his blood begins to flow again, "because, i'm not good, [y/n]. i'm not good ... and, you're perfect. i'm afraid—if we go any further, i'll turn you into someone else. i'll ruin you."

you exhale sharply out of your nose, "selfish."

yang jungwon is stunned to silence; the remnants of vitriol seep like a toxic sludge into the cracks forming in his heart—a heart that he claimed to never have, a heart that you managed to steal for yourself. selfish. you called him selfish. jungwon wanted to protect you from the person you might become after being with him; he wanted to keep you away from the sight of bloodied knuckles and the putrid scent of vomit and alcohol. "i'm ..." jungwon starts, incredulity ringing clear in his voice, "selfish?"

"beyond belief," you sniff.

"wh—how?!"

"how? jungwon—who are you to decide what's good for me? who are you to tell me that i'm good ... that i'm perfect? what do you know about me that i don't?" inhaling deeply, you inch forward; jungwon unceremoniously plops down onto the pillowy cloud of your bed, and you follow suit. in this light, the halo makes a reappearance, and you swear the entire galaxy twinkles in his wide, blown out eyes. resting mere millimeters away, you whisper, "who are you to try and make me believe we aren't meant to be?"

his facade is crumbling bit by bit; walls upon walls of cold concrete are reduced to dust in the wake of your storm. falling back into the soft down of your comforter, jungwon flings an arm over his eyes. stupid, foolish—distracted by the possibility of losing you, he managed to make one of the biggest mistakes of his life. "i'm sorry," jungwon admits once more. "i was selfish. you deserve better."

"sure, i guess. if you think so ..." you begin, interlacing your fingers with his and taking away his hiding place, "but, i want you."

jungwon feels fragile in your hands. the look in his eyes is tentative, almost as though if he were to move, you would fade into a fine dust. in this moment, he is vulnerable—a turtle without its shell, a knight without his armor. there is a certain frantic hesitance you can feel as his heart beats against yours; the rise and fall of his chest is not so steady, and the rhythm is not so sure. having already done so once, jungwon doesn't want to lose you again.

you sigh, and jungwon takes in the sweet aroma of starlight mints and lemonade. "stop thinking so hard, won," you murmur. "i want you. i deserve you. i love you."

"you do?" he asks, uncertain.

"i do," you answer, resolute. "can i show you?"

when he nods, the butterflies flitting in your stomach begin to settle because this is jungwon. pressing into him, the rich taste of butterscotch and tang of beer blooms on your tongue; the sensation of your lips slotting against his is only rivaled by the victorious completion of a huge puzzle. perfect in every way—pieces fall into place, and everything just fits. jungwon is familiar, a home that has returned to you. you make jungwon know your love. so, you kiss his forehead, and you kiss his nose, and you kiss his lips.

i want you. i deserve you. i love you.