#i am thinking thoughts 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[lomltrentarnold]

[willowser]

katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.

really stupid.

not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.

another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.

whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.

without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.

it's just—your fucking—hips.

katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.

mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.

"you're a pig."

katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.

"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."

"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."

"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."

katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"

"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."

"piss. off."

but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.

she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.

fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.

it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.

and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.

taking it to the grave, even.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Randomly thinking about “tolerate it” (narrator voice: it was not random) and how under the cloak of fiction it is ostensibly inspired by works like “Rebecca” (which Taylor said she read during the 2020 lockdowns I believe?), with the line of “you’re so much older and wiser” indicating that the speaker is significantly younger and inexperienced compared to the person she’s speaking to and a pretty direct reference to the plot of the book.

But I saw something somewhere once that stuck with me about how it might not be referring to relative age between the characters but chronological age as in the passage of time in a relationship. And that made me think about how in a contemporary context, it might not necessarily be referencing an actual age gap between the two characters, but rather a sarcastic or cynical response to the man’s claims that he has matured (“you’re so much older and wiser [than you were before/than you were when we met/etc.]”), which then made me think about that line in relation to the woman. And that it could be taken like, “you act like you’ve matured so much in our time together and like you know everything, while I’m supposedly still stuck as the girl I was when we first met.”

Which then made me think of the “right where you left me” of it all and did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen time went on for everyone else she won’t know it and the bit in Miss Americana where she talks about how celebrities get frozen at the age at which they got famous, and how she’s had to play catch up in a lot of ways not just in her emotional growth but kind of in general. (Which also made me wonder if she’s ever been called out for immaturity/lack of curiosity/lack of education about things in her life…)

Which then made me think about the rest of the song, and @taylortruther’s posts yesterday about “seven” and “Daylight” and the way Taylor idealizes her youth yet contrasts it with an almost sinister reality in its wake, and the line, “I sit by the door like I’m just a kid,” because the discussion raised that her relationship let her recapture some of the childlike joy and wonder she’d lost. So this line is a double-edged sword: the speaker sits by the door with childlike hope that the person will come home and cherish her, but on the darker side, feels like the child dealing with the monsters she doesn’t have names for yet and the feelings of isolation she felt as she aged.

I’m not saying the song is necessarily autobiographical; like most of the songs on folkmore, it’s clearly a fictionalized story based on media she’d consumed and created, but we know a lot of the fictional songs were infused with her own feelings and experiences and… This idea swirling in my head picked up steam and now I kind of can’t stop thinking about it. Sorry but I’m a little obsessed now.

Like maybe it might start to shed light on why she identified so strongly with the novel in the first place…

[woundthatswallows]

YOU'VE BEGUN TO THINK LIKE A GUN - on ellie williams

[suddencolds]

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[singsweetmelodies]

mehehehe.....piarles + 25 or 45 🫶

25 = Green Card Marriage

45 = Vampire and Hunter

hehehehehehehe... let's see about 25 and 45 🤭👀

"It's brilliant, Charlito!" Pierre insists, spreading his arms like he's saying, come on. "I'm a hunter, so I'm allowed to settle in any country I want. If you're married to me, you'll be allowed to settle there too, and you can get that position at Rutgers like you have always wanted."

Charles folds his arms. "I'm a vampire, Pierre," he reminds him, pointedly. "Or have you forgotten?"

Pierre folds his arms, too, mirroring Charles' own pose. "Of course I haven't forgotten, calamar."

Calamar. As always, the nickname takes Charles right back - to that day in the back of his parents' garden, when Pierre had decided to come over for a surprise visit and he'd found Charles. Drinking. It had only been from a blood bag, of course (Charles would never kill a person, and he'd been too young then to know about charming someone to let him drink just a few sips) but it had still been more than enough for Pierre to understand what was going on. Pierre had frozen where he stood, eyes blown wide.

And Charles had thought, no no no, and he'd thrown himself at Pierre before he could think better of it. "Please don't leave, Pierrot, please, I promise I'm not evil and we're not evil, I don't care what they say on the news because it's not true, we don't hurt people, we don't hurt anyone, just... please don't go. You're my best friend, please -"

Pierre had stopped him there, putting a gentle hand over Charles' mouth. "I don't care that you're a vampire, Charles," he'd said with surprising firmness for a ten-year-old. "You're my best friend too. And, anyway, you're less of scary vampire and more like... a clingy little squid."

"I'm not!" Charles had shrieked, but of course Pierre had taken to calling him that every day from that moment on. (Charles never protested too much, because the nickname always felt like Pierre's way of saying I know what you are and you're my best friend anyway; I'm not going anywhere.)

"... Charles? Earth to Charles?" Pierre is asking, waving his hand in front of Charles' face. "Ah. Hello again. Did you go to vampire-planet?"

"You know we're from the same planet as you," Charles says immediately, rolling his eyes. "Or didn't they teach you that at hunter school?"

"Mmm, no, I think I skipped that module," Pierre says, and then he grins cheekily, tongue between his teeth.

Charles swats at him, and Pierre catches his wrist easily, his Hunter-trained reflexes quick as ever. Charles' breath catches.

It shouldn't be hot. It should be the opposite of hot, for fuck's sake - those kinds of reflexes are trained to kill people like Charles.

Except, Pierre didn't become a hunter to kill vampires. No - he did it for Charles. Not to hunt him, but to learn how to protect him from other hunters.

So, yeah. It's seriously hot when Pierre shows off some of those skills of his.

"Are you going to let go of me?" Charles asks, swallowing thickly. He can't help the way his gaze flickers to Pierre's fingers wrapped around his wrist, still holding him tightly in place.

You could hold me like that any time you want, Charles thinks, and fights against his blush. It shouldn't even be possible for vampires to blush, for fuck's sake, but Pierre manages to get Charles to do it anyway.

Pierre, thankfully, seems oblivious to Charles' spiralling thoughts. He winks at Charles, playful and cheeky as he always is. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Not until you agree that my idea is brilliant."

And, right. Right. Charles had almost forgotten the reason why they're even here - Pierre's stupid, hair-brained scheme to get Charles his dream job at Rutgers.

Rutgers, which still does not allow any supernaturals onto its teaching staff, let alone Monégasque vampires.

"It's a terrible idea," Charles says flatly. "They'll never let me teach there if they suspect I'm a vampire."

"But if you're married to a hunter, nobody will ever suspect you're a vampire," Pierre points out, triumphantly. "See? It's genius."

Charles has to admit that it's... clever. Absolutely insane, yes, but clever.

Pierre must be able to read it on his face, because his eyes light up like his favourite F1 team has just won a race. "See! You do think it'll work!" he crows.

"I don't think -" Charles tries, but Pierre cuts him off with a dramatic sigh.

"I've done all the research, Cha. Trust me, there's no way that this can go wrong."

There is, Charles thinks, only a little despairingly. It's not so much that he's worried about getting caught - no, Charles is pretty good at charming officers by now. Half of the time, he doesn't even have to use his hypnotism.

What he's far more worried about is the fact that he'll be married. To Pierre.

Pierre, who he's only been in love with since the first time he called Charles "calamar" and stayed when anyone else would have left.

Pierre, who Charles knows would taste sweeter than anyone else in the world. Because that's the thing about being a vampire and being in love with someone: even one tiny sip of their blood will sustain you sixteen times longer than a random person's would.

It's bad enough just like this, when they're just friends, and Pierre throws his head back to laugh or slides his arm around Charles' waist, and Charles has to fight with himself to keep his fangs tucked away - because even though Pierre is so close and smells so good, he is not Charles' to taste or Charles' to have.

It's hard enough to hold himself back when they're just friends. Charles has no idea how the hell he'll be able to do it if they're fucking married.

But as always when Pierre suggests a hare-brained scheme, Charles is helpless in the face of his sparkling blue eyes and half-cheeky, half-pleading smile.

"Okay, calamar," he agrees, and even though he might just have signed the warrant for his own death-by-slow-torture-of-wanting-his-best-friend-too-much, it's worth it a thousand times over for the way Pierre beams at him and uses the wrist he's still holding to tug Charles into a tight hug.

"Rutgers, here we come!"

(50 Romance Prompts Ask Meme)

[itoshi-s]

Zari! The lingerie post has me screaming. I’m just picturing the BLLK guys and it’s like 😖😖😖 Knowing Reo would 100% buy you whatever you wanted as long as he got to watch you model it in the changing room. Meanwhile Sae and Kaiser, money again would be no object, but would complain if you even TOUCHED anything less than designer. Only the best for you. With a side of Sae commenting that the first set you picked out looked like a garbage bag because it wasn’t some overly expensive designer set. Meanwhile - why is Rin and Barou so overly confident walking into the shop and then suddenly an embarrassed mess when they see you open the changing room door in any set you put on LOL.

YESSSSSS LEE U GOT IT SO RIGHT. reo leaves like five times worth of the clerks salary but it’s alr. u deserve nothing less !!!!! ( but also — leaves a tip . VERY generous one bc he’s a sweetheart. he’s so lovely i wanna munch on him ) 🥺

YES kaiser and sae both come off a lil mean 😭 lmaoooo but they literally cannot care any less. if you’re already there and he can afford the best designer pieces anyways,, then why settle for something mediocre @_@ also kaiser’s the type to smack your ass in the fitting rooms and you get SOOOOOO embarrassed bc everyone can hear loooool but he makes it up to u later 😋 while you’re wearing the newest prettiest set he just got u ofc !! mhm mhm ( also let’s u leash him so that he learns his lesson not to act up like this .. yeah ……. MMM)

sae goes the extra mile and prob makes a reservation to close down the store while you’re there lol he doesn’t want anyone coming in 😵‍💫

ALSO YEP .. YEP. barou especially he’s so flustered 😭 WHEN U TRY ON A PRETTY RED SET .. sighhhh he goes absoluuuteeelyyyyyy INSANE !!!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 it matches his eyes and u picked this one on purpose and HE KNOWS IT !! when the clerk comes up to ask whether y’all need any help he gets sooooo embarrassed lol cause where’s that ego n confidence now HUH ???? he looks so lovesick n all putty sitting on the loveseat it’s insane 😭 u got that man 1000% whipped

[fiendpact]

should write today but i think instead i’m going to go pick on gortash

[thewooziverse]

(from @h0neyfire) I’m just thinking- 😵‍💫

[thedeadthree]

what is lineage, if not a silver thread of pride and guilt?

PRINCESS ELAENAERA OF HOUSE TARGARYEN

(x)

[shadowkira]

Predictable lesbian that I am I'm fantasizing about fanfics I want to write on this shitty fucking day.

Multiple Marcille's fawning over Falin... But the real reason Falin wasn't present for that plot was Marcille would have quite literally combusted.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Eve is just a toy to everyone, Olivia, Agatha, Claire... you name it

She's always blushing and squirming and Agatha whispers dirty things in her ear, while Claire is leaving marks all over her neck... Liv is not the most patient person though, so soon enough there's tentacles tearing her clothes off (after all, she's just a toy, why bother? Claire can buy more thousands of these (but Liv will tear those too))

all anon has to say is Eve gets overstimulated very easy, so Agatha's magic will help her not pass out or anything (if she needs punishment for example), just so she can cum over and over for her owners

Ohhhhhh anon you are definitely onto something here!

Eve who initially had a one night stand with Claire after hitting on her at a bar not knowing who she was, and Claire running with how innocent Eve still can be, despite all the porn/life experiences.

And then enter Agatha, who drags along her friend and fellow science/magic fanatic because the MOMENT she found out Claire found a toy to play with, she wanted some fun.

Liv's tentacles wrapping Eve up, not entering her holes, but moving back and forth over her clit, forcing Eve to ride and grind and beg to be able to cum... Though she never gets permission.

Her owners want to punish her, and she's lucky if she has ten minutes outside of subspace.

Eve embraces her new status, however, once she's fully come to terms with what's going on -- she hadn't realized how desperately she had been longing to just be used and abused like this, but now that she has, her legs are always open to be of service to her owners.

[taegularities]

tugging at my heartstrings 👁 

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

..

If someone wants to send some nice words my way, it’d be greatly appreciated right now 🫣🫣🥺

(anxiety thoughts in the tags)

[amoreuxx]

hi! i was ia because i just graduated from uni 🎓 HAHA

anyway did yall see the weverse con performance in those white outfits??!?!?!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT I AM ASCENDING THOSE BODY WAVE AND SLOW HIP THRUSTS I— i might write some smut.

[icarodamiano]

i want this so badly