#aswell as other weird things...

[mschanadlerbong900]

People should be doing this more often!!

BEWARE OF THIS ACCOUNT

Their username is donniecrazy20 and I've seen them around for a while. They seem to repost art of other tmnt artists without their knowledge/consent and give them NO credits. Literally all the donnie art from popular artists that are on twitter/X and even on Tumblr. Not even a "credits to the artist" or anything.

I don't usually do this, I just ignore such accounts, but it felt important to call them out. Because as an artist myself it displeases me, and they are getting credits for the art by unknowing people.

I do not acknowledge or support hating on them but I just wanted to let everyone following them and everyone who likes their posts know that that's NOT their art. They are merely stealing other popular creators' art and reposting it. Please do not support such accounts.

You can inform other artists if you recognize their art on this account

[luck-of-the-drawings]

HOW DO YA LIKE THAT DARK DOG??

BEEN REAL ENAMORED BY THE 'SORRY' BOYS AND THEIR ODD ESCAPADES LATELY. I THINK THEY COULD DO A LOT OF GOOD THINGS WITH THREE GALLONS OF 'FAKE' BLOOD.

[teddybeartoji]

at what point should one go and get tested for ocd...................

[caasey]

Just woke up from a dream where i died and became deaths assistant (or like favorite?) in the afterlife, and then i knew what happened after death (which was just nothing, though there are some other afterlifes, it just depends on who you were, though, its mostly the nothing thing, theres like one where its a room with other people),

And then i found out my dad died shortly after i died (suicide) , and i saw his ghost on a reflection of a door, and i started to panic, cause i didnt see him die, and i knew he'd get the nothing afterlife

So then i asked death (who was played by a friend if mine) if i could have a whole new afterlife for my loved ones (he already made a afterlife just for me, so it was me asking him to make another one, spoiled ahh) and he said sure (which was nice cause he was like something like galactus where he axtually didnt like me, or he was like some world ender or something that just ot promoted to death, just managed to manipulate him i guess) ,

And i thought about my mom, who was still alive, and i thought about how i would still let her in my new afterlife even after everything she did to me, even with how much i hated her, cause i didnt like the thought of her being in the nothing void

And then i woke up so like good fucking morning i guess??

[autistic-katara]

why was danny gonzalez in my dream fuckinf bamboo-

[theblehthatbloos]

For y'all newcomers, people fleeing the ship, anyone wondering about how to gain a following or how to make something go off... I gotta say it's something you can't make happen. You will probably gain more infamy by just vibing and you'll eventually make some mutuals and might fall into something.

One day it's one comment on a nyquill post that even gets read as a tic tok your brother shows you and other times you get zero notes until one day you get 400 because someone found your maroon 5 pre launch wabafet band post.

Nothing matters, you just need to be kind(mostly) and vibe. There are no rules, just a self running festival of backround characters from a panic at the disco mucus video.

Good luck and may your corn be huskable

[celesteleoves]

hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?

“I WANNA BE YOURS.”

KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.

summary: what the request said!

warnings: swearing (bakugou…), mentions of todoroki’s childhood (very brief), that’s it i believe!

a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI —

he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldn’t even think he liked you if you guys weren’t already dating. the way he shows his love for you is… questionable.

he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .

he’ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.

“you’re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.”

you’ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (he’s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).

he takes you everywhere with him and doesn’t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? you’re coming with. you can’t stay a second away from him before he’s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.

your biggest fan by far, anything you do he’s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second he’ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.

he’ll also deny the fact he’s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.

kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.

“what the fuck are you laughing at?”

“you stalking y/n!”

“I WAS NOT STARING AT HER.” sure… liar. you literally just outed yourself…

bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.

SHOTO TODOROKI —

the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.

he’s absolutely enamoured with you. he isn’t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .

this boy will downright show his love for you.

we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had – always being isolated.

that’s also the reason why he doesn’t understand why he can’t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worried… why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?

cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when you’re with each other.

you can’t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flex that all the time.

meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship he’s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you. as if he wasn’t the one to ask you to be his partner…

your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone down face up only for it to be flipped a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you don’t want people staring at every notification on your phone and invading your privacy (this is literally so me guys..)

he is very attentive, he’s SUCH a simp. he’ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite pieces of food for the snack .

once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of the food you wanted.

starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.

“here.” a soft, very loving voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.

“oh thank god you’re here sho’, i can’t find my-”

“y/n. here.”

you finally looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.

your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.

he’s too sweet for you and such a simp!

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a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.

SEND REQUESTS! 🤍🤍

[c1nnamonxq]

“One more chance.” — Michael Kaiser x fem!reader.

Nsfw. Minors DNI!! Plot w smut idk(??)

You were fed up of Michael Kaiser. He was controlling , possesive and borderline obsessive. Yeah , he had his own charms—money , luxury , looks , fake sweet voice—but that was all.

You don't even remember how you got involved in his mess. You were at a club , drunk and absolutely wasted , and apparently , looking for a one-night stand candidate aswell. And oh dear , Michael was already eyeing you up and down like a prey the moment you entered the club in that flimsy excuse of a backless dress.

And the moment you got heavily intoxicated , he came infront of you , appealed you with his honey-like words , and the next day , you found yourself tangled up in his silken sheets.

But looking at your hickeys and the marks on his back , the night was definitely good. You were about to leave his penthouse , when he asked you to exchange numbers. Gods , did he really liked it so much that his next intention was to call you over and fuck you again?

And that's precisely how you got to know about him. Michael Kaiser. You weren't a fan of football , but everyone in the world knew about his name , and so did you , despite your lack of knowledge of the said sport.

At first , the hook-ups were nice. If he was frustrated or feeling pent-up , he'd call you over and put all of his anger into eating you out. If you were feeling stressed , he'd gladly fuck your brains out until the only thing that was on your mind and your mouth was his name. Guess that's one way to forget about what you were even stressing for!

Slowly , he started being weird. After a year of knowing each other , he started acting controlling towards you. Ofcourse , despite being fuck-buddies , you always asked him for his opinion in certain things. Like what dress you should wear , what lipstick you should apply , what hairstyle should you do to your hair and much more. He would give advices , but would leave a snarky remark as well. And that's not where his snarky remarks ended , it was way more than that.

›“What? Don't tell me you think that's gonna look good on you? You wish to get fucked by some other guy tonight or something?”

›“Would you stop talking to xxxx? It's pissing me off.”

›“You're not going to that event and that's it. You don't know about what kind of people will be there.”

His comments were absolutely not subtle. He was showing how he disliked the ideas of certain things , and he was putting up a show for that.

When things got worse , you called off the ‘little arrangement’ you both had. The look on his face was practically screaming ,“what the fuck did you just say?” It's not like you wanted to end it , it was his behaviour that made you come to this descision. It was supposed to be a quick , fun and temporary agreement , not some sort of relationship where he acted like he owned you.

Few months passed , and life had been so much better without Michael's crude comebacks. It felt like you had found peace. You devoted your time into shopping , relaxing , doing what you loved and yes , a few one-night stands here and there.

As for Michael , he was ruined. He wasn't able to focus on his practices , his mind was somewhere else , and whenever his teammates passed him the ball , he was always lost in thought , ultimately leading to him missing the pass. Why the hell did it feel so suffocating for him to let go of you? It was a stupid contract , one where no feelings were involved. But hell , he should've been more clear with his signs and feelings. Maybe the fact that his upbringing was so shit that he didn't know how to communicate , and now he lost the one who he loved.

Maybe that's how he found himself standing outside your door one particular rainy evening.

“Michael? What are you doing here?!” you mumbled lowly , not understanding why he , of all people , would be here.

“Can I come in? Please.” he spoke softly.

“THE Michael Kaiser saying please? Oh lord , what was about to unfold”—you thought to yourself.

You led him inside your apartment , and asked him to take a seat on the couch , while you sat beside him , maintaining a respectful distance.

“Well...?” you hinted at him to start speaking for whatever reason he was here.

“I won't waste your time , yn. I'll be straight to the point and say what I wanted to—”

"You're actually wasting my time , y'know? With those stupid babbles of yours.”

Silence.

Micheal sighed , he knew it was gonna be tough for him to talk it out , but he had to try , or else he'll be regretting the decision for the rest of his life.

“I'm sorry.” he began simply , trying to make everything clear as for why he was here.

“You're here to..what? Apologise?” You said cheekily , your voice tinged with a hint of disbelief.

“I'm sorry for the way I treated you yn. I shouldn't have been so..so controlling towards you. I'm realising it now , and I hope you—”

“Oh for fuck's sake. Shut the fuck up!? Controlling? You were on the verge of being obsessive! Making me go out with you , but not allowing me to go anywhere without your opinion. Seriously , were you afraid that I'll break free from your grasp?” you interrupted , your voice laced with surfacing anger.

“I know I messed up , yn. That's why I'm here to make—"

“Make what? Amends? Seriously , your comments were out of hand. You think I'm gonna forgive you? Just like that?” you questioned. You couldn't believe that he was here to apologise after what he'd done.

“You don't understand.” he whispered to himself , but you heard it.

“Are you trying to say I'm dumb?”

“I didn't mean that.”

"Then what do you mean? Why did you acted that way when—”

"Because I love you , damn it!” he snapped , finally.

“....”

“....”

Silence.

"...What did you just say?" you expressed hesitantly. Maybe you were going deaf , or maybe you just couldn't believe the words that he spoke just now..or maybe it was your imagination.

"I know you heard that , yn." he replied , making it clear that he's not in the mood for games.

You were going deaf , and maybe..blind too. Because the distance between you and Michael was shrinking , considerably. He scooted closer to you , and rested his hand against your cheek.

“Don't act like you didn't hear it.” he mumbled against your lips.

He was close. So close for your own liking.

“Stop with your stupid lies. You're probably manipulating me with your fakeass words just to make me stay and—”

You were about to finish your rambling when Michael leaned in closer and kissed you , his lips meeting yours in a gentle and tender kiss , a stark contrast to the kisses you two shared when you both were just hooking up for fun. It was different , unlike the rough and agressive kisses you had together , this was surprisingly gentle and passionate.

He pulled away from the kiss , his hand still resting softy against your cheek. “Let me show you how I can love you , yeah?”

“Micha , we shouldn't...” You trailed off , unsure if you wanted for him to continue or to leave you alone all confused.

“One more chance , Schatz.”

“M-micha..can't..no more—..” you moaned underneath michael as he continued to thrust into your now aching pussy. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom , making it even more lewd.

“Shh , engel. The way you're clenching around my dick says otherwise , ya’know?” he cooed at you softly , making you feel even more aroused by his heavenly voice. He picks up one of your legs by the thigh and throws it over at his shoulder , making his thrusts reach even deeper.

The new position made you whine loudly , while spouting some incoherent nonsense. Which , ofcourse , didn't matter to Michael as he continued to pound into your cunt , alternately switching between a rough pace and a slow one.

His other hand moving from your hips to your waist , holding your tightly as he continued to pound into you , making you gasp with each heavy force.

“Micha , ‘m so close..—” you sobbed , tear pricking at the corner of your eyes from how good it was.

The truth was that nobody—absolutely nobody—could even dream of fucking you better than Michael Kaiser. He knew everything about your body—your sensitive spots , pleasure spots , what makes you cum quickly , what pace you prefer , what position you love , what you're into , everything.

And that's what you hated and loved about him the most. Hate because you could never get a better fuck than him , which would make it so hard to move on from him , and love because he knew how to please you just right , without ever causing you any discomfort.

"Mhm..? Yeah? You close , princess?”

“Yes , fuck yes! I am..!”

“Then come for me , liebe.” he smirked , his breathy moans mixed with your gasps as you finally came , the tight coil in your lower stomach finally snapping.

“Fuck , missed the feeling of your pussy coming around my dick so badly , doll..” And the moment he felt your essence coating his own cock , he climaxed too , his warm and sticky cum coating your creamy walls white , making you dumb on his cock once again.

You were left breathless , trying to catch your own breath when he leaned down and kissed your forehead , making your breath catch in your throat.

“Ich liebe dich , Liebling.”

Damn you , Michael Kaiser.

»A/n : first fic here!! English is not my first language!!

[ashleysturn]

changing room - matt sturniolo

context: you go shopping for a new swimsuit with your best friend matt

nsfw.

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i have a huge crush on my best friend matt. he’s taking me to the mall today because he’s been out of town filming all week with his brothers. i know this isn’t a date but i wish it was. i don’t want things to be weird between us.

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i hear matt’s car pull into my driveway. i scurry to put on some lipgloss and spray my favorite perfume. i grab my purse and walk downstairs.

i hear a knock at the door

“come in!”

my front door opens “hey y/n!”

“hey matt!” i run up to matt and hug him, i’ve missed him.

“you ready? i left the car running”

“oh yeah sorry!” i slip my shoes on and walk out to the porch. i lock the door behind me.

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“so how was the trip?” i ask matt as we approach the mall

“pretty good, glad to be home though. nicks gotta edit all weekend”

“yeah i bet” i smile at him. god i’ve missed seeing his pretty face.

“so which store you wanna go to first?”

i look around the map of the mall. i haven’t been here in forever.

“i need a new swimsuit” i point to a summer shop on the map

matt takes a deep breath “okay.” he follows behind me into the store

i start looking around at the different options. i grab a few to try on and set them in my basket.

“i’m going to try these on” i smile and hold up the few swimsuits that i had picked out.

he nods his head “alright. i’ll just wait here.” he leans against the wall outside of the changing room.

i go into one of the little rooms and set down my basket on the bench. why do they make these rooms so small?

i try on the first bikini- it’s baby pink. the bottoms are high waisted and has that scrunch that defines your butt. the top has thin straps and is almost too thin of a fabric.

i open the door to the changing room “i’m not sure about this one.” i step out to show matt

he turns around and his eyes widen as he looks me up and down.

“what do you think?” i do a little 360 to show him the back

“i- uh it’s cute” his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows

“not the one though.” i shrug, heading back into the changing room.

the next bikini is periwinkle with a floral pattern of other shades of purple and blue. the bottoms fit me perfectly, hugging my curves. the top is strapless with some frill.

“i like this one!” i say through the door as i check myself out in the mirror

“can i see?” matt says. i step out of the room

“woah”

“woah?” i repeat back, smiling

“you like it matt?” i do another 360 to show the back.

“yeah i do” he scratches the back of his neck

am i making him flustered?

“i’m going to try on the last one” i step back into the changing room.

the last swimsuit i grabbed wasn’t a bikini, it was a one piece but i figured i’d give it a try because it looked great on the mannequin. it was one of those swimsuits that had the cutouts on the sides to emphasize your curves. the back was open aswell.

i slide on the swimsuit but the straps get tangled in the back

“hey matt? can you help me untangle this?”

“are you dressed?” he asks

“yeah the straps are just tangled” i unlock the door and he steps in

he closes the door behind him and steps towards me. i’m standing facing away from him in front of the mirror.

obviously flustered, matt asks “uh what am i supposed to do again?”

i laugh “the straps.” i pull my hair over my shoulders revealing the back of the swimsuit and the twisted up straps.

matt runs his fingers over the hem of the swimsuit and starts untangling the straps

the gentle touch of his fingers brushing against my back and neck sends goosebumps raising all over my body.

“there” matt says stepping back

“thanks. what do you think?” i say, turning to face him

matt looks me up and down. he reaches out his hand to trace my curves

“i like the cut out” he says quietly.

“let me see the back again” he suggests

i turn around and he takes in the view.

“damn y/n” he shakes his head

“we’ve got a winner?” i laugh

“mhm” he nods. “i’ll buy it for you”

“oh really?”

he nods. “yeah of course”

“thank you!” i turn around and hug him. he wraps his arms around my waist

“you’ve gotta take it off for me to pay for it though” he whispers into my ear, tightening his grip on my waist.

his voice sends shivers down my spine. “can you help?” i tease

“oh of course” he laughs, turning me back around to face away from him

he runs his fingers over my shoulders and pulls the straps down my arms.

i pull the swimsuit the rest of the way down and discard it on the floor

matt comes up behind me and runs his hands up my exposed body. i reach back and tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. he promptly pulls both his pants and boxers down

he pushes on my back and i bend over, using the bench to hold myself up. he runs his hands down my back and grips onto my hips

“you don’t know what you do to me y/n” matt groans

i arch my back and he steps forward, lining himself up with me before pushing himself into me in one thrust, not giving me any time to stretch around him

“fuck matt!” i yell out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

matt pumps in and out of me, the sound of our skin slapping together fills the cramped room.

he has one hand gripped onto my hip, the other intertwined in my hair.

“oh fuck y/n, mmmh” matt whimpers.

my stomach ties up in a knot and my walls pulsate around his dick. “fuck matt-“ i moan.

matt pumps inside me a few more times, letting me ride out my orgasm. he then pulls out and paints my. back with white, letting out low moans.

he lets his grip on my waist and hair go, his hair sticks to his forehead as he pants, catching his breath.

“let me clean you up pretty girl” he wipes off my back and gathers up our clothes. he gets dressed and steps out of the changing room, allowing me to gather myself.

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i step out of the room, now dressed, carrying the black swimsuit.

“ready to check out?” matt reaches for his wallet.

“yeah” i laugh

“i’ll have to take you shopping more often.” he winks, leading me to the checkout counter.

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quick-ish one today, i lovedddd writing this. hope yall like it 🫡

send reqs 😚

[keferon]

Ok so hear me out what if jazz dies inside prowl

What if it started with the whole shockwave thing and prowl stuck in the mecha base while jazz's inside him fighting Vortex and roddy with the help of deadlock

they are all distracted and stressed and neither prowl or jazz even notice

prowl is waiting for jazz to disconnect like the others after everything is done to go celebrate with the others but moments pass and nothing happens

So prowl calls jazz's name confused and notices how quiet he has become all of a sudden

But then prowl notices jazz's vitals and he also becomes quiet

Ratchet would probably notice the all friendly jazz not coming out to celebrate with the others and goes to prowl to call for jazz but notice prowl frozen in place and the look of horror on his face

Ratchet becomes concerned and calls for jazz again multipule times asking what's wrong, that end up shaking prowl at least of his frozen state

"Jazz.......his vitals.....they are gone"

Ratchet asks prowl what he means and prowl looking more distraught by the second would kneel down and open his chest compartment for ratchet who rushs to check on the kid and freezes once he notices the lack of pulse

Ratchet imediately calls for first aid to come help him and they drag jazz out to start cpr which was mostly out of pure despiration while prowl stares at jazz's unmoving body pretty much dissociating

He dosnt even notice it when they move jazz's body away from him he's just frozen there for who knows how long

Till he suddenly hears a weak voice that shocks him to his very spark

What am trying to get to is jazz's consciousness become stuck inside prowl for a while and prowl goes back to cybertron trying to look for any solution and they end uploading jazz's consciousness into a body with the help of wheeljack also probably percy n brainstorm aswell, brain is too deep fried rn to come up with all that yet tho

Now this is horrifying and I love it

I’m voting for letting Prowl be absolutely broken with grief at least a couple of hours before letting Jazz to talk to him. It would also let other Cybertronians a good dose of existential anxiety because they would look at Prowl and then at their humans and realise that this is what’s going to happen to all of them eventually.

….a bit unrelated thought but you know how like. In fanfics there’s this popular fanon of when two bots become Conjunx endura they join their sparks and their minds? Yeah. It looks like we are doing the same to our mecha JP but every step is severely angsty and dramatically weird.

Merging the sparks? Bam. Jazz now literally inside Prowl’s chest.

Merging minds? He is also inside Prowl’s head.

[coveredinredpaint]

new tutorial, this time for "fake" medals you can use to decorate your jacket or any stuff really.

give yourself a weird award you yourself came up with, coorperations do it all the time!

stuff you will need:

-scissors

-variation of pliers

-a stencil, the shape you want the fabric part of ur medal to be, make it a bit bigger so youll have room to sew

-piece of fabric two times the size of your stencil

-sewing needle

-sewing thread, i use dental floss

-safety pin

-paperclip, or just iron wire, around 1 mm Ø

-bottlecap

start with cutting out the two pieces of fabric for your medal using a stencil

pin em to eachother, with the sides you want to be on the outside, facing inwards.

sew along the side but keep the top open, so you can flip it inside out.

now you can flip in inside out, and fold the top around the safety pin, and sew it down

make sure the side of the pin that doesnt open is the one being sewn down. the opening part should be on top.

bend the paperclip into something resembling the shapes in the pic below using the pliers, doesnt need to look good, mine sure dont

bend the edges of the bottlecap to the inside, and pin the hook part of the right iron wire thing down under the edge

connect the iron wire hoop you made (left in picture) to the piece of iron wire on the bottlecap. fold the point of the fabric part of the metal around the hoop and sew it down.

should look something like this.

now you can add decorations, you can paint the cap aswell as the fabric part, using patterned fabrics can also make ur medals look nicer.

ive seen people advise using modgepodge to seal the painted cap, instead of nailpolish, i dont have modpodge where i live but use that if youre able to get ur hands on it.

i hope this was clear, let me know if you want tutorials on any other stuff. i like doing them a lot.

[cosmonauter]

ahh, i hope you like it @liv-does-stuff !!

bestfriend james who has no boundaries with you!!

james potter thinks you are the best friend he's ever had. normally people tell him that he's too clingy, and they don't like him hanging around them all the time. and it's not a problem for him, but he just wants someone to let him hug and touch without being awkward about it.

so when you two met, he felt like the luckiest person on earth because you don't think it's weird when he hugs you from behind and kisses the top of your head.

you don't judge him for demanding cuddles and sleepovers at least two times a week. you even encourage him to be touchier!

his favourite thing to do with you is bathing together. since he's a headboy, he has unlimited access to the prefect's bathroom, which means that the two of you bathe together as often as possible.

he's especially excited to meet you today because he was informed about a new couple in school, and he really wants to gossip about it with you!

so while he is cleaning his bed of sirius' socks and peter's sweets, because you're sleeping over today, sirius decides to ask him a question, "are you meeting up with them again? don't you think it's a little weird that you guys bath at the same time in the same room, even though you're 'just friends'?"

"why would it be weird? they wash my back and i condition their hair for them. it's logical and they don't mind it aswell. it's actually really nice, and besides, don't act as if remus and you don't shower together!"

remus sighs, "james, sirius and i are in a relationship with eachother. aside from that, i totally agree with pads, it is weird that you take baths together. what's even weirder is you touching while being in said bath!"

"you guys just don't have the connection that my dove and i have. it's okay though, don't be sad about it! maybe one day you'll reach the same trust we have in each other.", james throws a towel over one shoulder and picks out a shirt for you to wear, and matching pants, so everyone you come across in the halls knows about your superior friendship (and that you're his, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone, not even under torture).

"i'm going to the bath, padfoot don't eat anything on my bed, my dove complained about the crumbs last time, and i promised them to change that! they're sleeping with me today. bye bye!"

he closes the door before any of them can say anything and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can.

-

as soon as he arrives in the prefect bathroom, he already sees you taking off your clothes.

while you are struggling with unzipping your pants, he comes up behind you and grabs your waist, pulling you into an embrace. your naked back against his broad chest sends electric shocks down his body and he shivers against you and presses your body closer to his.

"jamie, can you help me with my zipper? it isn't moving any further and i can't get out of my pants like that."

james would do anything for you, if you never stopped looking at him with those puppy-eyes, "of course, sweetheart. stay still."

he moves his hand away for a moment to turn your body facing his. while his one hand moves towards your zipper, the other one steadying your body by holding your hip, he grins at you and you smile back up at him.

he tugs a few times, but the pants don't budge. you notice his forehead getting sweatier, so you suggest to "take off your shirt jamie, it's to hot in here for you to be wearing it!" while tugging it up his back a little.

he pulls it off and throws it to the side, giving you a grin, "if you wanted me naked, darling, you just had to ask."

you scrunch your brows together, "if i wanted you naked, you would already be.". he snorts, and keeps tugging at your jeans.

suddenly an idea blossoms in his head. what if your zipper got stuck on something from the inside of your pants. so, of course, he sticks his hand down your pants to find a little string, connected to your underwear, being held hostage by said zipper.

"darling, you just have to pull your trousers down together with your panties. see, just like that..", he slowly eases your trousers over your butt, enjoying the feeling of your body under his hands.

you shiver against him and moan out," thank you, jamie. i should've thought about that." you blush and hide your head in his chest.

"don't worry about it, my love. i'm happy to help you as much as you need.", he smiles down at you, while you start tugging down his zipper to take of his trousers.

as soon as they fall to the floor, james picks you up by your waist and throws you into the water.

" james, you idiot!!", you scream at him while trying to splash him with the water. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry angel! i'll jump in okay? will that make you happy?"

-

"they are definitely fucking, i'm telling you!"

"sirius, calm down! what if they hear you, huh?"

"oh come on remus, they wear matching pajamas and use silencing charms every single time they have a 'sleepover', they won't hear a thing, trust me!"

"you're right, love, but still."

"wormy, what do you think?"

"i think they're both idiots, who really don't get why it's so weird."

please tell me if i need to change something, or if you have some tips on getting better. i hope you enjoyed it :))

[teddybeartoji]

suguru geto is unbelievably captivating.

he catches your eye immediately – standing tall, he's got one hand on the subway pole to keep his balance. his hair is tucked into his hoodie with only a few strands left out to frame his face. you can only see his side profile but it's enough; a sharp, prominent jawline and a beautiful nose, thin eyebrows, a pierced lip and a pair of tired eyes. you feel bad for thinking it but the dark bags under them leave you no other option.

afternoon sun peeks from the windows behind him, successfully making the scene before you seem like a painting. the colors move; the shades of green flashing by as trees wave you goodbye, the different hues of the tired grays, of the big buildings taking up space as the base of the canvas. splashes of black and white and silver and beige are thrown into the mix, too. his slacks, his big headphones, his jewellery, his totebag. but what truly brings it all together, is his deep, dark maroon hoodie; there's a hint of purple in it aswell, and you just think it's one of the best colors you've ever seen. you figure the thought is a bit silly, but you can't get it out of your head.

something so comforting about it, something so warm and welcoming. something a little murky about it. you can't look away.

you forget about everybody else around you. for you, it's just him in this moment. a total stranger. you don't know him and you probably never will; a pang of hurt hits right under your ribs at the thought. you wonder what his name is, you wonder how his voice sounds. how warm his hands are, and what's his favourite color. no, he doesn't seem like the type to have a favourite color. childish. you'd have to ask about a favourite drink or a book perhaps instead. you're fine with that.

you can spot a few rings on his fingers, a silver watch and a bracelet or two peering from under his sleeve. his hands are pretty. they look good. you also think that you can see a tattoo sprouting from under the collar of his hoodie but the dark lines are blending in with the strands of his hair, so you can't be sure. you want to be sure.

your foot taps against the floor or the cart, your body itching to scoot a little closer to him. you want to see his whole face. you need to. fidgeting with your own fingers, you continue observing the man in front of you. he might step out every second now, you can't waste any more time.

his shoulder seem very broad, his posture almost immaculate. handsome – you think he looks very handsome. well put together. his clothes aren't wrinkled, there isn't a single hair or a speck of dust anywhere on them as far as you can see; the only things that betray his true state of being are his eyes.

purple. glued to the window in front of him, he watches... nothing. he seems a little out of it. he's not focused on the trees or the buildings, the people aside him. you think about what kind of music he might be listening to.

the subway doors open and you jolt, head turning around to look at the platform behind the glass. people stand and leave, and a few come in, leaving an open space for you to take on the bench you're currently sitting on. and you do take it.

there he is.

you can see his eyes a little better now. keen and sharp, he reminds you of a wolf. a malnourished one. the corners of his mouth are tilted down and he really does seem tired. but he's still utterly, utterly beautiful. his skin is almost perfect, his hair shiny and his lips a little glossy. but not too glossy though – no, he definitely uses something like shea butter. something that isn't too thick, something that doesn't smell or taste too strongly. it just seems right.

you've never been this captivated by a stranger before. it's weird. the effect this man has on you without ever even sparing you a glance. you think about asking for it. for a glance. for a second of his time. a fraction of it? anything. everything.

how would he greet you? would he be mad? would he think that you're bothering him? would he give you a smile? a scoff? an eyebrow raise? would he let you ask whatever your heart desires? or would he brush you off, never even removing his headphones when you try to speak to him? oh, it hurts. the blatantly fake heartbreak still hurts.

his trainers are clean - they're white with some accents on them. they match his hoodie. you wonder which he bought first. did he buy the other with the intent of wearing the two pieces together? you want to ask him. that's not his favourite color though, right? no, no – he wouldn't have one. this man reads books and watches movies that are mostly only shown at different festivals. you don't mind it.

films. foreign films. he knows names of the directors from the top of his head, he could probably name a few cinematographers, too. fancy. but that's not his main thing, definitely not. there's something missing, something you can't grasp with just your eyes. what is he passionate about? truly passionate. what does he pour his heart into? is that why he's exhausted? is he tired from loving something? is it starting to hurt now? is it overwhelming? does he want a break? does he want to rest? does he want to get away?

the sun finds your eye from behind his body, forcing you to tear your eyes from him. the cart stops again, the doors open. you try to rub out the slight burn, suddenly a bit frantical that you'll really lose him. you look up and—

he's not there.

he isn't there anymore.

people walk past you, plopping down beside you as you're still trying to find him. turning in your seat, you eye the station. maroon, maroon, maroon, maroon. c'mon, how fast does this man fucking walk?!

but he's just not there.

you think it's unbelievably unfair that it's the sun that made you lose him. isn't she supposed to be full of love? bullshit. with a huff, your shoulders slump and your eyes fall shut while sinking into the bench below you. the cart seems to rumble more now, the seat way more uncomfortable than it was a mere minute ago. you really are disappointed; in yourself and in the world. why didn't you get up? why didn't you speak to him? better to get a no than to drown in the million 'what if' questions in your head. stupid. you're stupid.

"hi."

as you listen to the voice recording of the station names, the very same ones you memorized years ago, you crack open your eyes. your own shoes stare back at you; they're dirtier than his were. you don't think too deeply about the comparison. sun dances on the ground before you, the various shapes entertaining your mind with the shadow play. but you don't stay for long; trailing up, you see the familiar paint and your heart skips a beat. white and maroon. black. maroon. silver.

purple.

[sourgummyball]

“The triplets always joke about beating women”

are yall being deadass? Like omg yes they make jokes here and there but they’ve never full on said something like “i shouldve beat tf out that bitch”.

And I KNOW I don’t know them personally but have you seen how well they were raised they’ve talked about how powerful and amazing women are MORE than they’ve made those jokes and I DO NOT condone abuse at all but holy fuck yall can be so chronically online sometimes.

and just bc they’ve referred to a woman as a bitch SOMETIMES doesn’t mean they hate women or disrespect them.

And let’s not act like there aren’t women out there who joke about beating on men and other shit like that and treat men awfully aswell and many people eat that shit up and find it hilarious mainly women themselves. I don’t wanna hear the excuses “oh but men do this and men do that” yes im aware of what you’re trying to say by that, but at the end of the day i needs to be a two way street and it’s pretty obvious that they aren’t gonna actually hit a women.

So the fact that yall want them canceled and want them to fall off SO bad that you’re going out of your way to paint them as abusive men is weird and gross.

And the last thing im trying to do is glaze them or ride their dicks.

[medullamindset]

hii do u think u could perhaps do daisuke dating headcanons😓😓 can be sfw or nsfw

Yes hehehehhegeheheggeeee

The hc's are divided into general / relationship / NSFW ✦

CW: brief mention of drinking and smoking weed, uhmmmmm that's abt it?

GENERAL HC'S

✿   • 23 years old. (not sure of his birth year since it isn't established wether MW takes place in the future or the past or what)

✿   • Hes 1/2 japanese, 1/4 hispanic and 1/4 fillipino but either isn't spoken as much as english in his house so he never really picked up on the languages, knows bits and pieces tho. His mother is Japanese and his Father is Hispanic/Filipino but they met in america.

✿   • Loves all kinds of music, cannot stick to one genre for the life of him. Reggae, Pop, Techno, Metal, Country, Dad-rock, disco, experimental everything all the way to punk he doesn't care!!!! Hes dancing to all of the above, flailing his arms around and jumping like a madman

↑ I feel like some of his favorite artists would be The Cave Singers, Wooden Shjips, Gorillaz, Björk (that includes her ex-bands like K.U.K.L. and The Sugarcubes), NIN, Ariel Pink, Guns N' Roses, Ramones, RHCP and uhhh yeah just a shit load of contrast basically LOL

✿ • Chronic sims 4 player. He'll be hunched over his laptop for hours putting his poor sims through the most brutal shit and trying the most insane challenges.

His laptop is literally breathing like a dragon with all the mods he downloads-

✿   • Knows the FNAF lore by heart. He tried to be one of the Cool Kids™️ in middle school but enjoyed participating in a few "cringe" interests with the Weird Kids™️ from time to time.

✿   • Was lowkey a bit ignored by his classmates growing up. He was "too girly" for the boys and "too boyish" for the girls. So he was kinda bouncing back and forth, stuck in the middle.

✿   • Swears he'd never date a man but had so many male fictional crushes as a kid, you couldn't waterboard that info out of him but he's definetly a closeted bisexual.

✿   • Monster Energy enthusiast, drinks it like coffee. He'll complain about a headache and everything if he hasn't drank one in a while.

Loves fizzy drinks in general, he's team Dr. Pepper 😎

✿   • Has a few friends(?) That treat him kinda shitty cuz hes so gullible, think of 'em kinda like Tony, Cook, Sid and Chris from Skins UK. Cracking jokes at his expense and pretending to care abt him.. Or maybe they do but just have a really weird way of showing it❓

He goes home a little butthurt every time but doesn't wanna "be a baby" so he rarely makes a thing of it.

✿   • Ok so, i feel like ppl take the "And then theres that teeny bopper thinking only with his downstairs longnose." Dialogue from Swansea to the extreme. Cuz Swansea is usually very pessimistic and dramatic in his dialogue. Daisuke might aswell just have been complaining abt how hard it is to date on a freaking space freighter and how badly he wanted a lovelife while repairing something and Swansea decided to make a snarky/sarcastic remark abt it like he does on other occasions in game. "Capitano! Man with the plan!", "Let's hear it for Wake Rock!", "think i can already feel the ship rumb-a-tumbling through space." Ect.

Or maybe he is just a gooner i mean whaddo i know 🤷‍♀️ (pls don't attack me goonsuke fans)

✿   • Doesn't really drink that much when hes out, he'll have something if everyone else is but he rarely gets drunk-drunk. Hes a sentimental one but thats a secret shhhhh.

✿   • has tried smoking weed too but inhaled it wrong and nearly threw up from how hard he was coughing, his face was beet red for the rest of the night, 50% from the coughing, 50% from embarrassment. His friends get him into alot of stupid shit.

✿ • Talks to inanimate objects all the time and rarely thinks twice about it, like he'll bump into a table and say "sorry" or "excuse me", but if it was particularily hard on a sharp edge he'll go "owwUHH!!😠 You bitch...💔"

↑ Holding the drinks in the car still when he makes a sharp turn and saying something like "Hold on tight, Ladies." With a smirk.

↑ Tells his dishes it's "bath time!" and asked "may i take your coats?🧐" One time when peeling garlic.

✿ • Speaking of garlic he helps his mom around in the kitchen alot when making dinner, hes secretly a really good cook from just watching and learning through her but doesn't really like doing it all that much so it never lives up to its full potential. His dad is a bit scary in the kitchen on the other hand so he stays behind him lol

✿ • I headcanon his parents to be very like-..? They try to be supportive of him and encourage him to "try that" or "check out that job application" but on an emotional level they're a bit harder to get through to. Hes convinced they're dissapointed in him 24/7 what with how his mom called him a slacker. But they just want what's best for him.

He knows he'll never be like them. Just like Swansea said, hes not an ace student, career workhorse or a force of ambition. He doubts he'll ever bring in the big bucks. But that doesn't stop him from wanting to try. Hes just lost.

✿ • Hes had multiple low-paying jobs before the Tulpar like record store employée, Video store, ice cream stand or fast food employée. Top burger flipper Dai 😎🍔 but always manages to get fired somehow 🤕

✿ • That pink hawaiian shirt is just one out of dozens. He just likes them so much, each one is different from the other in color and pattern and he audibly gasps with exitement when he finds a new treasure at his local thrifts. They're literally all he wears. Hawaiian shirt, jeans, tee and jewelry. Every day. Maybe a hoodie over in the winter.. But don't mistake him for an outfit repeater.

✿ • Has been bleaching his hair since he was 20, went full yellow-ish blonde the first time but liked the outgrown roots look better.

Needs help with the back desparately 😭🙏

✿ • Had blue hair at one point as a kid and also shaved his whole head at 16 when he was feeling angsty and regretted it like crazy a week later ☠️

✿ • Wants more ear piercings SO BAD but feels shitty asking his parents for money. Grown ass man..

Lowkey also wants an eyebrow piercing but is afraid of it rejecting or getting ripped out somehow (same).

✿ • wears the most fuckass socks under those boots. Bro ONLY has silly patterned socks. Bananas, dinosaurs, stripes, stars, minecraft, spiderman, flowers, cats, literally anything.

RELATIONSHIP HC'S

✿ • Constantly wonders why you're dating him. Like you're just so cool and pretty and hes just "meh" in his eyes. He is so ready for you to dump him for some hung, beefy biker any second the first three months of your relationship.

✿ • Looks to you for your opinion all the time before deciding something. Sometimes it's just "Does this shirt look good??" But other times he really has to double check with you before making a big decision. He undermines himself quite often, he doesn't realize how smart and independent he actually is or could be. Dissmissing his thoughts to hear yours.

Thats when u have to try and mindfuck slash convince him into trusting his own intuition.

✿ • Loves watching you do your makeup (if u wear any). He'll just be sat behind you and watching everything you do in the mirror. Guesses what the products are before you use them.

↑ Wants u to kiss him all over after applying lipstick.

"But, baby, it'll stain :("

"Yes please!" *points to cheek.*

↑ Also begs you to do his eyeliner from time to time when you're going out. Adores the way you hold his jaw and stare at him in focus.

✿ • if you do piercings or are like "in training" hes begging YOU to do the piercings for him ‼️ "Please baby, please, i'llSuckIt,I'llBuyTicketsToThatConcertNextMonth,I'llBuyYouANewCar,I'llDoAnythingJust PLEASEEE pierce my rook!!!!" Hes literally on his knees with his hands clasped together.

↑ if you're not a pro tho, getting pierced together is definetly a date idea. You'd have a jar with the words "PiErciNG cAsH" scribbled on it standing proudly in your kitchen that you both drop money into regularily.

↑ puts on a brave face when the needle comes but bro has the lowest pain tolerance ever. Fainted once. You had to feed him kitkats till he could stand up.

NSFW HC'S

✿ • Is a virgin but not completely clueless, hes come close to losing his virginity before but both he and the other person pussied out. Got a handjob once tho!

He knows where the clit is from watching porn el oh el

✿ • Has moles all over, not just his face. He has a few on his arms and back but the most noticable(prettiest) ones are the ones on his chest and stomach <3 allllll the way down to his pubic bone.

i need to draw that..

✿ • LOVEEEESSS HICKEYS. Giving and receiving, he just can't help himself. Wears those purple bruises PROUDLY and can't wait for you to leave new ones once they've faded.

Loves seeing you with them too, it's just such an ego boost when he pulls back and sees you littered in them for everyone to see and know. But if you really don't want them to be anywhere visible he'll be like urgghhhh fiiinee.

You always have atleast one hickey somewhere with Daisuke as ur boyfriend.

✿ • Likes cowgirl, but his fav position is missionary, he gets so lost in the sause when fucking you dude. Whining and gasping into the crook of your neck as he tries not to bust early, stopping his agonizing pace every once in a while to grind his hips into yours, trying to dig himself as deep as possible before picking his pace back up again.

✿ • Pretty average in size, like 5-6 inches and girthy, his tip is like a #cc8976 and his cum is actually not that bad, he drinks alot of water. like ALOT. Hes literally a human fountain

✿ • is a chatterbox in the sheets, cringes a bit at dirtytalk but like "accidental dirtytalk" when hes inside you MFHH. Babbling about how good u feel. No degredation is flying out his trap 'round here.

- "Mnhh, fuckk.. Feel so good, baby.. I'm close-..!"

- "You're so wet,.. Mfhh-.. Hah.. This wet all 'cause of me, babe?"

- "God you're so hot-!! Hahh.. How could i get so lucky? Hm-?.."

✿ • Is a bit silly on impulse sometimes, hes the type to smile and wave at you if you look back at him during doggy hehehahGJDH

He'll apologize profusely after, trying to supress his giggles when you call him a fucking moron KSJAHSBD

OR

*taps on your ass like a keyboard and inserts his dick*

"I'm in. 🧑‍💻"

Hehe i love silly sex

✿ • He loves cumming inside you so much, holds resentment towards condoms cuz they prevent him from doing so. He likes it RAW and without restraints!! But he respects you and your wishes so if you really want him to wear one he'll suck it up lol

✿ • Hes a munch, but honestly he just loves having his mouth on you in general. Getting sloppy with your sex, kissing up your stomach, latching onto your tits and sucking on your neck.

God just imagine him tucking his hair behind his ears lazily before going to town MEOWWWWWWW

✿ • Needs reassurance. It kinda borders on praise kink(?) but generally he just wants to know if hes doing good. If he sees even the slightest bit of boredom or discomfort on your face hes pulling away immediately to double check.

Once again with the whole "accidental dirtytalk" thing. He'll ask you something, genuienly seeking confirmation.. But he just says it so out of breath and whiny it sounds borderline filthy sometimes.

- "That the spot, baby?"

- "This ok?" / "You like that?" / "Right there, babe?"

He just wants to please you :((

Sigh..

Click

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

[vinecstasy]

steve harrington x weird girl!reader

dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

steve harrington who meets his weird girl when she comes into family video on a mission, knowing exactly which movie you wanted to rent.

he falls instantly in love when you come up to the counter with a copy of the shining in hand. he says something stupid about how it “might be a little scary for a pretty girl to watch on her own”, which earns a wide eyed stare and a quick, quiet “thank you” as you run out the door, tape clutched between ringed fingers, money practically flung at his chest.

steve harrington who sees you later in the arcade as he comes to pick up dustin. he apologises profusely with a crimson blush going down his chest and stuttered words.

at which you just giggle and tell him it’s okay, you knew he wasn’t a misogynist. he’d never even thought of that.

steve harrington who starts to make more and more conversation with you as you start to come to his workplace more and more.

you swear it’s just because you go through a lot of movies, but steve likes to think that he’s not that stupid. but he won’t get cocky, he’s well aware that he’s just as obsessed.

steve harrington who finally gathers enough courage to ask you out on a date one day. which is odd because he’s never been this nervous around a girl. robin tells him this aswell.

he takes you to the movies to see something called stand by me? he’s not sure, too focused on the way you laugh and how your eyebrows twitch every ti- of course you catch him. you think it’s cute how bad he tries to impress you, just entertaining him because it’s sweet how he watches for your approval.

steve harrington who learns a few months later that events of your first date had technically bored you blind, but at least it had given you an excuse to find more things to find endearing about the boy.

he swore that you had been into the movie. you told him that you were never a fan of rob reiner’s work. yet three years later, you would both sit in the same movie theatre watching harry confessing his love to sally, silently sobbing together. gold and silver bands colliding as hands grasped for the others.