#he doesn't even know

[rosylix]

im getting my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow (four. 4. all four of them i am going to have 4 giant holes in each corner of my freaking mouth) and..... yeah well anyway maybe the silver lining of this is i'll have so much time to write while im suffering recovering!! let's see! also i will look like a squirrel probably. cute. (if you never hear from me again i died) goodbye farewell comrades

[swan2swan]

Aw, don't worry, D.

This won't be the last time you want to die when Brooklynn looks at you.

[blightowl]

ATTENTION!!!

Idiot caught on camera

[mayor-lewis-mail-box]

I heard that you shut down the rotten egg toss during the egg festival! whyyyyy :(

Because some of the squad decided it would be lowkey goals to throw them at my house

The walls were hella rekt yo

[hurremsultanns]

Oh god not the infamous moment where Cihangir says that this is about good vs evil and implies that his mother and sister are on the side of evil.

[adhd-merlin]

(x)

now listen. it is perfecty normal for a man confident in his heterosexuality to appreciate the wonders of the male body

[pinktrashgoblin]

literally falling onto cuda’s back right now ( his spine will NOT break ( he does not expect it ( small size anon for safer landing ) ) )

He doesn’t know how to communicate like a normal person

I’m getting to y’all’s asks as fast as I can! Also working on line art for chapter two :)

[rokkenjimaisland]

J: erika is so normal so far J: my number one hope is that people start dying and she's like YAAAY

[naminethewriter]

One's Hometown, One's New Home

Chapter Five: A Home Full Of Memories

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@tss-anxceit-week

Summary: Janus’ hometown is a usually quiet place where everyone knows everyone. So when someone new moves in, they’re usually the hottest topic of local gossip. The newcomer then comes by the library Janus works at, he can’t help but chat with him a little. Doesn’t hurt that he’s good looking as well.

Content Warnings: Blood mention, Injuries, Past Parental Death

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Thankfully, Virgil let Janus help him keep his weight off of his injured foot for the short trip back to Janus’ house. It was a two-story building with a big garden that had a few apple trees Janus absolutely adored. He’d lived in this house his entire life apart from the few years he went to college, and it had been in his family’s possession even before his great-grandparents generation.

“That’s a big place for just one person,” Virgil commented as Janus unlocked the front door.

“True. And it’s a bit lonely at times, I’ll admit. But I couldn’t bear to part with it, it holds too many memories.”

“I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“I’ve heard that a lot for some reason.”

Janus led Virgil inside and motioned for him to take off his shoes and jacket. While Virgil was still untying the laces on his heavy boots, Janus went to dispose of his grocery bags in the kitchen. When he returned, Virgil was just getting back on his feet.

“Let’s go to the bathroom, I have a first aid kit there,” Janus offered and Virgil nodded, following behind him deeper into the house. In the hallway they passed, Virgil noticed a lot of picture frames on the wall. He could recognize Janus in a lot of them, but there was also an older woman and a pair that were probably his parents.

“You can ask about them if you’re curious.”

Virgil startled. He hadn’t even noticed he’s stopped. Before him was a picture in a slightly bigger frame than the rest that showed all four of the people he had already noticed filled most of the pictures. Janus looked about eight years old, grinning widely from his position between his parents. The older woman stood behind them.

“You don’t mind?” he asked, looking over to Janus, who stood at an open door that led to the previously mentioned bathroom.

“Well, this might take a while, so having a topic to talk about would be preferable, right?”

“Right,” Virgil murmured. He took one last look at the picture before limping over to Janus and entering the bathroom. Janus directed him to sit on the closed toilet lid before kneeling in front of him to inspect his leg.

“I think it would be best if you could take the pants off,” he said after a moment and got back on his feet. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a towel. “Here, to cover up. I’ll get what I need from the first aid kit while you get undressed.”

With a nod, Virgil accepted the towel and watched as Janus grabbed the metal box with a red cross on the front and left the room with it. Then he carefully peeled the pants off his leg. He gritted his teeth as the dried blood tried to keep them glued to his leg, but it wasn’t that bad compared to other wounds he’d had in the past. He called out to Janus as soon as he had the towel secured around his waist and was seated on the toilet again.

The other came back in with the metal box opened and organized for their needs. He kneeled back down at Virgil’s feet and got to work.

“Well then, thought of any questions to ask me?” Janus quipped as he cleaned off the dried blood. Virgil glanced down but quickly averted his gaze again. Not because of the blood but because of how close Janus was to him. His face flushed and he cleared his throat.

“Where is your family, if that’s not too personal a question to ask? From the pictures I would have guessed they lived here, too.”

“It’s not,” Janus reassured. “My mom technically still lives here, she’s just traveling. Backpacking in Thailand last I heard. She comes home every once in a while, but not on any regular schedule. My grandmother died a few years back, during my last year in college. She had been sick for a while, so it wasn’t surprising and I got to say goodbye to her properly. I actually inherited this house from her. And my dad…” Janus paused and took a deep breath. “My dad passed away in an accident when I was ten.”

“Oh,” Virgil breathed. “My condolences.”

Janus smiled sadly but didn’t look up.

“Thank you. It wasn’t easy but Mom did her best to console me. She and my grandma worked together to give me everything I could have wanted. I didn’t have to get a job in school and they helped me pay for college.”

They were quiet for a moment since Virgil had no idea how to respond. Instead, he opted to change topics.

“How did you know? That that wolf was me?”

“I didn’t really. Like I said, it was just intuition.”

“That’s some weird intuition you have.”

“I’m aware. Might be because of the naga blood.”

Virgil’s head shot downward, staring at Janus’ head as he bandaged up the wound. He hadn’t even noticed him clean it.

“What do you mean, naga blood?”

“My grandma used to say that we have naga blood running through our veins. Apparently one of my ancestors was a monsterfucker. There’s no proof and I’m not sure I believe it, but I do have a kind of strange sixth sense. I can tell most of the time when someone’s lying to me and I have a good sense for danger.”

“That’s the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Says the werewolf and cryptid enthusiast.”

“I’d believe in vampires or mermaids, but nagas? Half snake, half human?”

Janus looked up, cocking his eyebrow.

“Why is that so much less believable?”

“I don’t know!”

“Well, you’re the first supernatural creature I’ve met. Makes my grandmother’s stories a lot more believable.”

Virgil’s eyes widened.

“You didn’t know about werewolves until right now?! And you still approached me and let me go?! I could have killed you!”

“I know. But I felt like you wouldn’t. And you didn’t,” Janus smiled. He’d finished bandaging up the wound and put the first aid kit back together.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Again, says the werewolf.” Janus rolled his eyes. “Anyway, the wound looks a lot better than I expected after seeing your leg yesterday.”

“Well, we heal a lot faster than humans. And the wound wasn’t the problem, but I think I might have broken a bone or something. That’ll take a bit longer.”

Janus raised an eyebrow.

“Does it need to be set? Or will it grow back together right on its own?”

“On its own. I don’t really know how that works either, but apparently it snaps itself back to how it’s supposed to be.”

“I am really curious now about how you became a werewolf. It doesn’t seem like you’ve been like this from the start.”

Virgil narrowed his eyes.

“Your naga senses tell you that?” he huffed.

“Maybe,” Janus grinned, and Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll tell you under one condition. ‘Cause I’m not sure I can trust you yet.”

“Alright. Shoot.” Janus leaned against the sink, having put away the first aid kit, and watched Virgil intently.

“You’re asking me something super personal, so I want to know something personal in return.”

Janus hesitated for a moment before nodding, “Go on.”

Virgil sat up a bit straighter.

“When we first met, you said that I was like your father, coming to this town without wanting to talk about the past. I’d like to hear that story first.”

They stared at each other for a long moment before Janus sighed.

“Well, I did say I’d tell you if you took me out for a drink, didn’t I?” He chuckled and Virgil could hear the sadness behind it. “Fine, but let’s move this to a more comfortable seat. Join me in the living room?”

[absentmoon]

i think soren gets more like visibly surprised with compliments than ivor does

[flightofaqrow]

horny jail. all of you.

[catgirl-chewtoy]

EXTREMELY funny for my normie friend to dig through my discord profile, look at the links and directly ask me: “do I want to click this link”

the answer is always “sure, if you wanna look at my furry art (including nsfw)”

and the response to that is always just “oh”

[littlefankingdom]

Dick who climbed on anything as a child. Even in public, especially in public. The moment Bruce looks away, he is climbing something to get as high as possible. The first times, it gave Bruce an heart attack. Now, it's just a headache.

People pass by and ask if they should call the firefighters, and Bruce tiredly tell them "He is fine, he can get down on his own.", like people with cats.

Imagine, you're walking out of some building, only to see a 10 years old standing on top of a lamppost, having a discussion with his dad guardian at the bottom.

"Dick, get down."

"Make me."

"Get down or you're grounded."

[lgbtlunaverse]

"How did Shuro think he could marry Falin when he hated her brother?" you have to understand. Toshiro is from a whole different country. In his head he and Falin would move back to the Eastern Archipelago and they'd see Laios twice a year tops. You can pretend to get along with in-laws you don't like for a few days a year, people do that all the time.

The actual flaw in his plan– which shows he doesn't really understand either of the Touden siblings– is the fact that if the plot hadn't happened and Falin had for some reason said yes to his proposal, Laios would have packed his bags and moved away with them instantly.

[brainrotcharacters]

TW: Wolverine Badonkas

I laughed rewatching because like

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.