#i am struggling lowkey

[gingerjolover]

once i get my shit together it’s over for you hoes (respectfully) 🗣️

[cobaltfluff]

so i started playing persona 4

where are the QoL features

[s0ull3ss-p3rs0n]

Fuuuuuuuuhhhhccckkkkk I got the most jaw-dropping Lloyd's true form design in my head that would drop you on your knees in awe like you just saw a biblically accurate angel or the God himself but my drawing skills are so ass I could not convey how truly majestic and beautiful it is 😔

[didderd]

@tic-loud-tic-proud here they are! the good husbands! :3

(i still need to watch the second season, so no one spoil anything in the tags/comments please <3)

[rolansrighthorn]

Watching George Taylor (Rolan's VA) play BG3 causes so much anxiety like babe PLEASE SAVE AND PLEASE GO LONG REST I AM BEGGING YOU

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

I scrutinize each photo Each letter, each tape, each story Digging further and further back through history Hoping to pinpoint Where the weight on my shoulders originated

Who carried it first How many generations of suffering do I hold How many ghosts are tearing at my flesh How many generations of knowledge have I been denied How much has been lost How much will be lost As my fingers slowly erode paper As obsession wears through the tapes As each memory slowly becomes unrecognizable

The film strips undulate like intestines The dust and ink sticking to my hands like flecks of gore When you cut into my gut Is it blood that spills out Or history?

Salamatullah Eldritch (2022), Archival Violence, Mnemonic Gore [digital collage]

[Image attribution & sources for images used]

[averlym]

4 on the angst list with Araleyn please I need them to suffer

4 : "but it's my fault, right?" (prompt list here)

[woozingie]

pillow talk

pairing: woozi x female reader word count: 1.7k genre: smut! minors I FORBID YOU content warning: intercourse! fingering! and some boring food/grocery talk note: as promised... my first ever nsfw content because after a challenging academic event, let’s have a challenging fun time! written all in lowercase because i don’t know why and now i can’t be bothered with changing that </3

you’re perfectly toasty in bed tonight after a satisfying evening of self-care, keeping you busy until your boyfriend came home. ever the efficient guy, he went straight to the bathroom, getting his bedtime routine out of the way to join you quickly. when jihoon slides under the covers next to you, his hands immediately find your cheeks, guiding you to meet his lips in a slow kiss. he smells like toner and tea tree spot treatment, and it’s hard to resist his embrace.

he moans in relaxation as your hands trace the muscles of his back while he places open mouth kisses along your neck. "had a good day?" you ask with a smirk. it’s not out of character for him to be all over you like this, but it’s rare enough to make the most of it. jihoon’s hands are squeezing at your waist now, and the worn out fabric of your night shirt is the only thing keeping him from bringing his tongue to your breasts. your eyes follow his every move as he comes back to kiss you some more, short, deep kisses almost distracting you from the slender fingers pulling at the elastic waist of your sweatpants. he looks up at you then, asking softly "can i?" before you nod and lift your hips enough to allow the clothing to come off. lying on your sides, facing one another, jihoon decides he should be a little more caring, or at least less desperate for your touch. in between soft pecks, he explains, "i had such a great accidental nap in the car earlier," one hand travels along your side and lands on your ass, stroking the skin in appreciation. "i feel so well-rested, i thought we could enjoy some quality time?" the warm smile illuminating your face gives him the quiet approval to slide his hand up to your lower back and pull you flush against his body. 

the room is always cosy; it’s the one place entirely dedicated to you as a couple, where no one else can interrupt your cuddles, arguments and belly laughs. but tonight, the carefully picked furniture and framed pictures only make the slow teasing of his tongue on your bottom lip that much more delicious. you can feel him harden in his sweatpants, so you lift your leg to rest on his hip and slowly grind on him. he hums in pleasure, speaking into your mouth, "busy day today?" if you were in the middle of hooking up with anyone else, you’d tell them to stop teasing and shut up. but this is lee jihoon, and you know he’s really striking up a conversation right now. it’s his brand, catching up on all the small talk you can’t exchange during the day while making sweet, sweet love to you. because of course, when he rolls on top of you, effectively laying you on your back, the comforting weight of his new personal bests at the gym grounding you to the mattress, he still expects an answer. "it was alright actually. i rushed everything in the morning but ended up having so little to do in the afternoon, i went shopping and took a bath before you came home," by the time the sentence is over, your t-shirt is bunched up at your neck, and jihoon is leaving a trail of kisses from your collarbone to your stomach. "did you have the leftover chicken for dinner?" his tone is so conversational, if you were only eavesdropping, you would never know he was in the middle of triggering some exceptional tingling sensations everywhere his mouth and fingers went. but you are right there with him, and you’re still rational enough to notice how he makes sure you’re not lost in his touch, still up for a chat. talk about wanting to have your cake and eat it. 

your hands travel from his shoulders to his sides, hooking your fingers into the material of his sweatpants to gently pull them down. "yeah, and i had the last of that strawberry ice cream for dessert," his eyes don’t leave your face while his pants land on the floor, proving you have his full attention. the hand you place on his erection leaves him choking on his laughter before he manages to compose himself enough to comment, "the last of the ice cream? the one that was still half full?" teasing your inability to share your favourite flavour of ice cream is risky, but jihoon chose his moment particularly well; it sounds affectionate now, like he might even love it when you give in to your cravings instead of enjoying your favourite things with him. like maybe, he loves it because he just loves you. "good, i got a new tub on the way home anyway."

when his fingers dip into your underwear to finger you, jihoon is surprised to find you so wet already. "does it turn you on to picture me grocery shopping at late o’clock for your damned strawberry ice cream?" the two melodic sounds of laughter come together in the quiet bedroom, and when you throw your head to the side in amusement, jihoon plunges to nip at the skin of your neck lovingly while two fingers work you slowly. he leaves yet another kiss, this time right by your ear, and you think you might be in heaven when you hear him laugh so closely as you reply, "it’s just that i’m thinking about all this ice cream i’m gonna eat…" your chuckles die on your boyfriend’s lips, and you decide he’s kept you waiting long enough. you moan suggestively into the kiss as you wrap your fingers around his dick inside his underwear. he gets the message and rids your bodies of the remaining pieces of clothing. to your surprise, he hoists himself up against the headboard and once a condom produced from his bedside table is rolled onto his cock, he sits there prettily, cheeks flushed, patting his own thighs. thighs that could probably break your neck. thighs you wouldn’t mind sleeping on. 

"oh, so i’m doing all the work?" your words of protest carry little weight when you sit up and settle on jihoon’s lap, hovering slightly to allow your hand to bring his cock to your delightfully aching entrance. you stay there, his tip barely entering you, until he groans and guides you onto him with soft hands on your hips. in this position, he’s not only reaching deeper into you; you’re face to face, lost in the texture of each other’s skin, tempted by red lips, safe in loving eyes. he guides your hips once more to draw tight circles against him, and it’s not much action, not enough to get off, but it’s what you were seeking in the first place. the feeling of his presence so close to you, your tight walls making him feel pleasurably light-headed, the complete absence of self-consciousness allowing you to communicate through your bodies just how much of yourself you’re willing to give one another. always on the same page, always respectful of one another’s desires and boundaries. making love so casually like this felt like reliving all your most intense realisations of love within seconds, without a word. and the feeling wouldn’t be complete without some oddly timed banter. just as you’re thinking of quickening the pace after jihoon’s cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you, he observes, "if i turn on the tv right now, it’d be heaven on earth." you snort in disbelief, playfully slapping your boyfriend’s chest. "and i don’t deserve some entertainment?!" from the controlled look on his face, it’s easy to guess he has actually been preparing this comeback for a moment. "doggy style is too much work right now, you’ll catch up on the show later." no one has ever made you throw your head back in laughter while you ride them until lee jihoon. but when you try to argue further, he gets you on your back, head resting on the opposite side of the bed, and quickly inserts himself back inside you. "if i make you come, will you let me watch tv next time?" he awaits no answer before quickening the pace, lifting your leg by the back of the knee to give him better access to that spot he knows will get you good. his free hand traces patterns on your stomach, climbing slowly to your sensitive left nipple, thumb rubbing the delicate bud with expert technique. you’re in the perfect mood to react to all the right buttons being pushed, and you don’t need to rub at your clit for long before your back arches off the mattress, presenting the expanse of skin to jihoon who ritually lowers his lips to the spot right above your left breast, feeling for the beat of your heart under the flesh and ribs. the rhythm of his hips goes uneven as the way your walls squeeze his length brings him closer to his own high. that’s when you give that meaningful tug to his elbow, and you come together in one final intense kiss, lips only coming apart to whisper i love yous. 

you take a moment to bask in the afterglow before duty calls: a quick stop by the bathroom to clean up and avoid any discomfort tomorrow morning. jihoon stretches with a groan so loud you can tell exactly which limb extends in which direction from your spot in front of the sink. you come back to the bedroom, scolding him for his lack of elegance, but you’re greeted with sleepy eyes, extended arms, and: "my woman!" you stop dead in your tracks, staring at your boyfriend in disgust. "eww, don’t ever call me that again!" you get into your side of the bed, giving the man in a laughing fit a seriously heavy side eye. "wow, you’re exhausting," you mumble as your turn off your bedside lamp. jihoon does the same, and from your position, facing the wall, back towards him, you can feel him shuffling into big spoon duty. he knows he must pay for his crimes. "teasing you after sex is like fresh kimbap with the right sauce, it makes a good thing absolutely divine." you snort at the vaguely romantic quality of his comment. "forget song lyrics, this is the most romantic thing you’ve ever said." jihoon stretches one last time before planting a noisy kiss into your hair. "you inspire me like that." 

[theforgxttenshade]

Why fight when you can eat am I right?

[stepfordgoth]

Hate it when I'm reading something or looking at a historical map and I see a group of people I've never even heard of mentioned. It's like. Great. Now my nosey, overly curious brain will not be satisfied until I at least skim the Wikipedia page for these people who haven't existed in 600 years. Then I can get back to reading whatever it was that mentioned these people in the first place

[imytheghost]

I hope you guys know that I truly hate it here

[stinkrascal]

if i dont finish the sopranos soon my brain will crawl out of my skull and finish it for me i think. this is a threat

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

my doctor was sooooo fucking worthless and unhelpful im going to masturbate and i hope it fucking kills me

[blacknidstang]

Alright i usually don't wanna bitch about canon when we all know the train was off the tracks since s7 but i think one thing i very very personally can't forgive is how they dealt with Sam's broken wall. The conclusion to that arc rather with Cas just magically reappearing and just, taken it aaaaaalll away. It was such a cheap lazy way of dealing with actual consequence of everything Cas did and in my opinion, even a disservice to his character. Because he becomes so weak and miserable that you can't be mad at him for whatever he did instead of actually facing it. Late seasons make Dean more begrudging toward Cas but it doesn't feel earned since the drama itself just... Doesn't land. It doesn't hold the weight Sam's hallucinations in s7. But Cas breaking Sam's wall and almost killing him???? Then ruining his life and sanity??? None of that actually brought up the emotional response toward Cas from other characters in any deserved way. Hell Sam himself saw Cas in s7 and was like "omg cass??? 🥺💕" Because Cas was dead and he looked so tragic upon return and swooped in to fix Sam with zero build up for his sacrifice so it's all good and he is redeemed. Like god that was such terrible terrinle way of closing that arc and i don't think i ever fully forgive spn for this and I needed to get it off my chest.

For me it all would get fixed if Cas didn't just take away all that damage from Sam. If Cas really couldn't do a single thing and the show had to give characters something to work through.

[notetaeker]

I knew teaching at a bigger school would be difficult but I didn't know I would be so affected by the kids...

I treat the 8th graders like high schoolers (I always have), like a LOT of them are already super tall and already looking the part. A few days ago when the teacher in charge of lunch detention came by, I gave the name of the noisiest kid. This kid, still being his noisy self, gets up and says 'oh its not fair' etc, but when he looks at me, he looks like he's abt to cry 🤡 and I immediately am like 'Or you can promise me not to disrupt class tomorrow and I won't send you' which he obviously accepts

Meanwhile, I'm also spending my days waiting for this one kid to smile at me again at some point or else I can't let go of my guilt of sending him to the principals office ;_; i feel like I betrayed him and he'll never smile at me again 😢 When he had come back from the office his face was red and his eyes were all watery and he was trying his best not to cry and like... I feel so gutted man to see that especially because they don't look like babies anymore.

I know they've just become teenagers and every emotion is so big and everything feels like the end of the world and I cannot bear to see these kids about to cry, especially not because of something I did. But at the same time they're the ones refusing to sit down and can't hear anything I'm trying to teach because the rest of the class is being so loud, and distracting. I can't just do nothing about that! Or else how will they pass the standardized exam at the end of the year? Sigh.

[high-lagaard]

ocs ft stuff drawn this month that I should finish comp