#im also running off of two energy drinks

[tanglepelt]

Random dc x dp idea

What if the justice league only found out about the GIW and stuff from a school project.

Like Danny’s parents sent him away away thinking he was being manipulated into believing ghost were sentient. They caught Danny freeing a ghost from there lab or maybe due to timing assume that he helped Phantom escape.

So they sent him off to a different city/state and get him set up at a new school. My first thought is Gotham cause Danny is just perfect adoption bait. Right away I’d imagine they’d clock him as not fully human. So there keeping an eye on him or maybe he’s seen talking to one of his rouges.

When a group project happens where they have to discuss an outdated or a law they find wrong and present on it. The teacher thinks they’ll come up with stuff like how apparently according to google in Denver Colorado it’s illegal to drive a black car on Sundays not that a whole species could be experimented on.

Danny gets voluntold by whichever baby vigilante is monitoring the weird kid that he is their partner. Danny just goes with it follows them home to work on the project. Danny just hands them a law book with the acts book marked and highlighted and says the project is that or he walks.

Needless to say they are freaking out that the government deemed an entire species non sentient and are okay to experiment on. The justice league is freaking out cause how did they miss that. My theory on how they missed it is that the government hid it in a environmental act or something like that and they made sure no info came out of amity park. Amity’s news only stayed local and calls for help blocked all ecto activities were hidden. But that’s how the league found out.

[honeytonedhottie]

starting ur fitness girlie era⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🌷

starting ur fitness girlie era is actually super easy! its consistency and discipline where most ppl struggle. i hope this post can help make the sustenance of ur fitness girlie era super easy and fun + some fun working out resources to start ✨

FOR CLARITY ;

when starting anything, the most important thing, although cliche is starting from a place of love rather then hate. it feels better and is more sustainable in the long run.

be clear on your goals for ur fitness girlie era. is this something that u wanna maintain in ur day to day life for general health? do you wanna gain/lose some weight? do you just wanna be stronger?

knowing what ur trying to achieve makes finding workouts that target your goal specifically more easy (the more specific the better)

WHERE DOES NUTRITION COME INTO PLAY ;

you should be fueling ur body properly in order for ur body to function well when ur in ur fitness girlie era. if ur goal for example is to gain weight but u notice that u have a habit to eat very little, make a log.

WIEIAD LOG (NUTRITION CONTINUED) ;

i started a what i eat in a day log for a couple reasons. one bcuz i love lists and documenting things about myself, and two bcuz i wanted to make sure that i was eating well and eating good quality foods. bcuz i notice that when i eat well -> i feel well.

eat to fuel your body, dont eat just to eat

include fresh foods

make sure that you eat healthy portions (calling four almonds a meal is NOT healthy, and calling six pizza pies a meal is NOT healthy)

overall just be mindful of what u decide to fuel your body with. an easy drink that helps to be mindful with what u fuel ur body with is with SMOOTHIES.

im so sick of ppl sleeping on smoothies cuz if u dont like to directly eat vegetables or if u want an easy way to intake fresh fruits and veggies smoothies are the way to GO.

ROMANTICIZATION ;

the fun part of the whole journey, romanticization. made a pinterest board for ur fitness journey aesthetic and make it super pretty. invest in cute workout clothes to motivate urself to workout.

formulate a playlist for ur workout, something that gives u energy and motivates you. find a workout class or a youtube channel that you love. dont make working out BORING. get a workout buddy, make some video diary entries about working out/ur workout for the day.

make a blog that records whatever workout that u did. find fun ways to work out, like dancing or going on hot girl walks. create an atmosphere where u can work out and treat the time that u spend working out as a time to nurture and nourish your body.

PATIENCE AND PERSISTENCE ;

motivation isnt going to get u through a sustainable fitness girl journey, motivation can only get you so far. its DISCIPLINE that gets you the results that you want and consistency.

be patient with yourself even if u fall off ur routine and grind, ur only human so let yourself live. as long as you dont make falling off a habit, you'll be okay.

make sure that u emphasize the mind -> body connection bcuz thats super important. working out is not just about working up a sweat; it's about connecting with your body and embracing the mind-body connection.

FUN AND EFFECTIVE WAYS TO WORKOUT ;

le sserafim workout - i've done the le sserafim workout once or twice and it absolutely destroyed me 💀 but in a good way. its challenging but its also rly effective so i recommend.

dancing - if ur into dancing, find a way of dancing that u enjoy to do. some examples include ; ballet, kpop dances, jazz etc

join a sport - join a sport with a friend to make it more fun! but theres lots of different sports that u can play and not only is it good for ur health, but its also super fun

[moonshynecybin]

if you have the time or inclination, can i ask what the deal with motogp/those boys is about? i don’t mean that in a mean way btw, im just curious and i love drama

i will try to be brief (1/4358)

SO! valentino rossi (born 16 February 1979, aquarius. italian.) is one of the most iconic people in motorsport, CERTAINLY in motogp. he's a 9 time world champion, your favorite driver's favorite driver, and is generally credited with revolutionizing the popularity of the sport by: a. being insanely good at motorcycle racing, and b. in general having a lot of fun about it. lethally charming and charismatic. all time active listening face. just a fun and funny dude that everyone pretty much likes and MANY younger riders idolize. VERY good at handling the media and his legions of cult-like fans. sometimes treated more like a god than a person. i was in the store yesterday and saw one of his themed monster energy drinks despite him retiring two years ago. his fun retirement activity is racing BMWs and running his own motogp team/training facility/cult for young italian racers. (this is where cele and bezz and basically every italian rider not named enea bastianini come from!)

so in 2011ish valentino had won 9 titles, and he decided to leave his current manufacturer and move to italian manufacturer ducati where he generally had a stone-cold terrible time. EXTENDED flop era for a couple years. any time ive watched content that covers this period everyone is so sad. so sad. anyways he GOES BACK to his old manufacturer in 2013 and is much more competitive. kind of just happy to be winning sometimes and be on the podium. 2013 is also where marc comes in. what could go wrong.

marc marquez! (born 17 february 1993, almost exactly 14 years after vale which i'm sure means nothing. also an aquarius. spanish.) childhood sports idols include: dani pedrosa, VALENTINO ROSSI.

marc carved his way up through the feeder championships until casey stoner unexpectedly retired at the end of the 2012 season leaving a seat empty on a VERY good bike for his rookie season. rocked up and was immediately VERY good at winning and very good at being a crazyinsane person on track that made people mad at him lol. hilarious habit of pissing people off via on-track crimes that i really enjoy. motogp riders are already crazy (they do death sport) but marc is famous for taking risks no one else will. basically if he's not winning, he's crashed out or he's maybe crashed YOU out. he wins the championship as a rookie (insane) and the next year's championship as well. heir apparent to the throne. sweet and goofy but is now known as one of the more reserved riders with the press. probably because of all this drama tbh. undisputed GOAT of acting like a slut on camera

throughout 2013-2014, marc and valentino had a good relationship! marc very clearly idolizes him and is like. bowled over completely with delight every time valentino looks his way. vale likes him! theyre buds! truly an endless well of pictures of vale explaining something with his hands and marc babygirling at him. highly recommend checking out @pgaslys every rosquez podium tag for contextual brain damage. insane times.

(IT SHOULD BE NOTED: before the 2015 season marc visits valentino at his practice track in italy, where they compete to break the track record and almost kill each other bc they are so pathologically competitive. APPARENTLY, marc showed up with some official mechanics and valentino was a little pissed off because it was supposed to be a like. fun thing. and to marc winning is the most fun! if you dont come to win why come at all! anyways marc breaks the track record and credits that to cooling their relationship a bit. good post about it here.) here they are that day:

so what could go wrong, right? WELL. valentino has a chance to win his tenth title in 2015. marc is on a flop bike and crashed a bunch so he's not in the championship conversation but vale is leading the standings from the jump, with his main opponent being jorge lorenzo. i think he really wanted that tenth, and dedicated himself to the season in a way he hadnt really ever before (he was a very effortless competitor when he was young. gym-adverse. king).

marc and him start to get into some scraps along the way, notably in argentina (where they made contact and marc crashed out), assen (where they made contact AGAIN and vale won the race), and phillip island (marc won. GREAT race available here for free). phillip island sees vale finishing P4 and jorge lorenzo finishing ahead of him in P3, reducing his championship lead by quite a bit. no real indication of any tension during these races, and they are asked about it!

this is where valentino's delulu era begins! basically, ahead of the next race (🔥🔥SEPANG 2015🔥🔥) in the pre-race press conference, he goes after marc, saying he was deliberately sabotaging valentino in phillip island because marc wanted jorge to win. in valentino's mind. marc wants jorge to win because a. they are both spanish (??) and b. it would mean marc has to win less titles to equal valentino's total. record scratch. freeze frame.

everyone (including marc!) thinks valentino is joking at first bc that is bananascrazyinsane. he was not joking. (it should be noted valentino STILL thinks this lol.) anyways marc is completely blindsided. he thought they were good! yeah they've been chippy on track but that's racing!! truly like. 22 years old and your friend (AND CHILDHOOD IDOL.) is calling you a snake in front of your face with NO prior warning to the entire motogp establishment writ large including your coworkers and REPORTERS. valentino wont even look at him the entire time. the press conference is available here on vimeo. excruciating gifsets of marc's very stiff bewildered PR smile found here.

anyways so. the race. marc is uh. pissed off. he's stuck to valentino like GLUE the entire time and they trade places a bunch of times. now marc is kind of famous for being a little asshole on track anyways, but its not like he's gonna get out of valentino's way and just let him pass after what he said in that press conference so. hand in unlovable hand <3. truly very fun to watch imo even with the sword of damocles hanging over them. marc is fucking on one the entire race and basically refuses to give valentino an inch until vale gets so fed up with his antics that um. well. it certainly looks like he kicked him. vale says he didnt, and that his leg accidently made contact with marc's bike. marcs says. he fucking kicked me. judge for yourself here!

so valentino gets hauled in front of race direction and penalized for the next race (the deciding race for the championship). he has to start from the back of the grid and it kills his chance at a tenth title stone dead. vale places the blame squarely on marc's shoulders and his legions of fans decide marc is public enemy number 1. him and jorge have to get security at the next race because of death threats, someone tries to break into marc's childhood home back in spain, marc's mom throws away all of marc's valentino merchandise from when he was a kid. vale says nothing.

but the thing about marc. is that he loves very hard and chooses his people pretty carefully. didnt really move out of his tiny hometown until he turned 30 and also made his baby brother move in with him kind of guy. so all this is not really enough for him to let go of vale entirely! 2016 is where the pain lives! bc marc is still reaching out and vale himself stays pretty cold for a couple years. they seem to faintly reconcile for a bit but its not anywhere like it was before sepang.

the real nail in the coffin is argentina 2018. another insane race where marc has to start from the back and goes on a rampage through the field and crashes out like three people. i cant remember. this race is also available on youtube for free its very entertaining. every five minutes marc does something insane. vale is one of the people marc crashes out and afterwardshe goes on a big rant about how marc is destroying the sport and is actively dangerous. marc goes to valentino's garage immediately after the race to apologize and vale doesnt even look at him. he gets turned away at the door after vale's best friend/assistant/henchman yells in his face1!!! and thats kind off all she wrote in terms of reconciliation

anyways that's where we are! they are both very much not over it. vale goes on podcasts and is like. in 30 years i will still be mad, im literally never going to get over it it was such a big and unfair thing and i think about it all the time like it was yesterday. and marc (lying) says as time goes by i dont even think about it :) and i care about valentino less and less :))) but yes he hurt me deeply lol. CANNOT stress enough how much this entire thing is now inextricably liked to both of their legacies. the two arguable GOATs of a sport had an epic fleetwood mac-style beatles breakup divorce and everyone wants to talk about it allllll day long including me :)

additional context! really recommend checking out marc's little docuseries he put out this year about his recent struggles with injury. he is so not right in the head and it goes over the valentino drama in ep3. theres also hitting the apex (2015) which goes over the 2013 season (marc's rookie season) and is a really good introduction to all the major players at the time. its like less than 2 hrs long so its not too much of a commitment

also recommend following scholars @babynflames, @its-always-silly-season, @baking-soda, and @f1vegas as well as many others im forgetting rn bc its 2am!

[truly-a-snitch]

Hi! Hi! I just discovered your blog and I have a request. So can I request Ranpo, Sigma and Dazai with a s/o who is like really calm and reserved in public but when they're alone together you can't separate them. Like a clingy, touchy, overprotective s/o who is reserved in public or at work. BUT if anyone hurts their partner they will go to war!! THEN afterwards come home and cuddle with them.

🍬 - Idk if you do the emoji things but I'm signing off with this one.

(You can just ignore this if you want, NO PRESSURE)

this is actually so cute. me and who

this sorta turned into just ways they show affection sorry i got carried away. jn my defense i love these three

warnings: none !! this is fluff but only sort of partially answers the prompt oopsies

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Ranpo, Sigma, and Dazai with a reserved but affectionate S/O

Ranpo

ranpo is very affectionate no matter where you go so you two could not be more different in that regard

like. at home ? hes never not in your lap. shopping ? your arms Will be linked together (so he doesnt lose you, in his own words). at work ? he sidles up next to you and slings his legs over yours while he begrudgingly does his paperwork

he doesnt mind that youre more reserved when it comes to pda !! he knows how to tone it down when he gets to be too much

he just has a lot of love to give ok :-(

ranpo is 100% the type to just like. after a long day he will very dramatically splay himself across your lap and be like "ughhh im dying of boredom..... blehhhhh........."

his favorite activity is laying on top of you and demanding that you entertain him (any means possible) (especially reading to him)

he BITES !! leaves hickies on accident sometimes (he says hes sorry but like. is he really) and he encourages you to bite him right back fr. hes so silly i love him

admittedly he is a little upset he cant be as affectionate w you in public but he loves u enough that its ok and he makes up for it by not letting go of you from the moment you get home to the moment you go to bed

has fallen asleep in your lap before. also has fallen asleep on top of you on the couch before. haha good luck getting up you cant youd disturb him

congrats on the cat boyfriend btw

Sigma

silly... as somebody who runs a casino (yes he still runs the casino in my head. canon can get bent) he is very very busy, so he understands that there simply may not be time or energy to dedicate to him during working hours

affection shared between him is often that tired sort if only because after a full day the last thing he wants is something high energy

seeing as he spent a lot of time around fyodor, public physical contact of any kind is probably still a taboo hes deconstructing, so hes very much grateful that you arent really big on pda yourself (if only because he doesnt feel ready for all that at this point in time)

he likes to just lay against you, or hold your hand while he does his paperwork :3

big on forehead kisses. he loves them okay. the inherent tenderness of it makes him forget how to speak for a little bit he gets So flustered its actually the cutest thing ever

sigmas also a big big fan of massages (he runs on energy drinks, stress, and pure unfettered anxiety okay. i bet his muscles are Stiff)

and if you give him coffee...? doesnt matter if u made it or not. you are Getting Kissed

sleeping next to each other,, sleepy kissing,,, naps together,,,, top tier

sigma likes to just sit on the couch and watch tv with you. lay on him right now do it. diy weighted blanket

he treats you with fancy schmancy meals from the casino kitchens. you guys get to have date night where its just you watching tv and eating good food and drinking wine (hes a white wine guy you cant tell me otherwise)

Dazai

dazai isnt super affectionate in public, hes sorta similar to you in that regard, but he still has to be touching you almost all the time

HES SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT TOO his love language is annoying you so he will find the most inconvenient ways to Just Barely Touch You so that you have to talk to him and tell him to stop

getting home tho you get to literally watch the mask melt away. you sit down on the couch and he immediately just relaxes into you, he is ALL over u

(pspsps play with his hair. and like gently run ur nails over his scalp a lil bit. he gets so so sleepy when you do that)

dazai is so NEEDY w affection but he knows how to act like he doesnt want/need it in front of other ppl

if ur in private and ur not actively giving him attention. he will stare at u for a bit before practically tackling you. bro sprawls

hes not like AGAINST pda btw i forgot to touch on that its just that he prefers to be more private with his genuine romantic endeavors :3 like hell annoy you on purpose in public but behind closed doors hes a softie fr

dazai also bites as a love language like ranpo does but dazai is always careful not to accidentally bite too hard (ranpo may not give a fuck but dazai certainly does)

he rly likes laying on top of you. fair tbh laying on ur s/o is better than therapy

anyway overall hes very much like. purposely annoying or embarrassing in public but hes much more romantic behind closed doors

[yoitsjay]

I would love to see your take on a tenth Doctor x GN!reader who’s an introvert

I hope I wrote this okay! I'm not an introvert whatsoever lol

Not A People Person

Pairings: Tenth Doctor x Gn! Reader

Summary: You hated people, not only that but they drained your energy. The doctor wanted to help with that

Word count: 781

Warnings: none

Meeting The Doctor was probably the most stressful and amazing thing that had ever happened to you. He seemed charmed by you the minute he met you during yet another alien invasion. You weren't scared, screaming for your life or acting like everyone else during the alien invasion, no this made you excited? Despite being surrounded by dangerous aliens, this was something that seemed to inspire you instead of push you away. Maybe this was what drew The Doctor to you.

The more you had spent time with The Doctor, the more he realized just how much people seemed to make you uncomfortable. You would start the day feeling energized and perhaps excited but after being surrounded by lots of people on top with running- or being dragged around by The Doctor your energy would be practically depleted. Today was no different than any other day.

You enter the Tardis with the doctor in tow and you look tired, a from on your sunken looking face as you grab a few of your blankets that you had brought onto the tardis before you sit down on the nearest seat, curling up in one of the corners as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. The doctor stares at you for just a moment before he makes his way over to the couch in the Tardis and he sits down beside you. "Are you alright Y/n?" he asked almost cautiously. without opening your eyes you hum, shifting your body so you slump against him instead of the side of the couch.

The doctor immediately wraps an arm around you and the blankets you had wrapped around you, his two hearts beating a little bit faster as you place your head on his chest. You don't want to speak but he also deserves an answer from you too. So with a sigh escaping your lips you look up at him, finally opening your eyes, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. "Im an introvert." You blurt out, shifting your posotion so you were more comfortable against his body as you sigh again.

"People stress me out, i dont like them and i never will. i can start the day off with a lot of energt but by the end of the day my energy bar is so depleted that if the Daleks decided to kidnap me i would honestly let them as long as i can be alone to recharge. That is how bad it get sometimes." You huff, rubbing your face with your hands as if to erase some of the tiredness you feel as of right now.

The doctor hummed, staring at you for a moment as he retained the information that you had just told him. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then watched as he ran a hand through his reddish Brown hair. Sighing softly. “Alright, why don't we take a break for a bit then? Stay at your apartment, order in some food and watch some movies and just hang out? Like people.” He suggested, and you couldn't help the smile that grew on your lips, and you pulled him into a right hug, whispering a soft thank you in his ear.

And just like that he took you back to your apartment, you ordered snacks and food through the phone and soda from the convenience store close by, of course The doctor went and bought it for you with your money, but you were grateful regardless. And now you laid in your bed with his arms wrapped around you and you were eating snacks, drinking soda and watching your favorite movie together. Slowly you recharged all that energy that You had lost while adventuring with The Doctor.

This is all you needed, truely.

So the doctor made a point to give you a recharge day every week, so you would have your fun and then in the middle of the week, typically on a wednesday you had your recharge day, cuddling and binge eating with your friend, lover, doctor. He always met your needs, and yet you felt like you could never meet his, you always asked if there was anything you could do to help him like he had helped you, however he always brushed it off and told you he never needed anything except for your company.

It was a nice sentiment. However, you were still worried about him. But for now, you let your worries about the doctor subside as yet another adventure would be coming your way, along with monsters and aliens that try to kill you but fail. And you are just excited about your next recharge date.

[ad-hawkeye]

wanted to know if you ever got to read artem’s pool/8 ball card i thought the event story was cute but i was a wee bit curious on your thoughts on the card

I JUST FINISHED IT!!!!!!!!! AS WE SPEAK!!! i have a whole list of my thoughts HAHA SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING IN ADVANCE

"artem had to join a pool club for work" is one of the better excuses to give him a new hobby, ill begrudgingly give them that

im glad artem still has the alcohol tolerance of a squirrel. do NOT let this man go off by himself he will accidentally take a sip of alcohol and then need a time out in the corner.

"is it that obvious?" yes, artem.

mc making sure artem eats a fucking meal is rly cute LMFAO

mc ordering artem a non-alcoholic drink is also sweet. i remember i wrote a fic (all the way back in like 2021 after reading atmospherics) where i wrote abt artem going out of his way to drink mocktails after all of that. genuinely really happy to see that's canon.

i've noticed newer ssrs are just. shorter? first year ssrs tended to be like, over an hour long when put on auto. but newer ones are only 40 mins on auto. laaaame. but then again with the overall writing quality, maybe they're just putting us out of our misery.

ah yes. artem getting surprised by mc kissing his cheek in public. what a sly sex chad. did they get the only good artem writer left at hoyoverse on this card or something

artem being exhausted from socializing is a mood. girl same.

the way these two talk about alcohol sends me. dear god artem we can let you have a sip oh god. OH JESUS CHRIST ARTEM NO --

this story is cute enough to make me sad. godddd. it's really nice to see artem more casual and open, esp since this story is more in character.

THE IRISH GOODBYE?? ARTEM LMFAO.

mutuals meet me in the secret passage of the pool place

sneaking out by running is giving the same energy as his revisiting youth ssr where they decided to sneak to the school's roof and hide from the security guards lmfao. ah. the nostalgia.

AND this ssr acknowledges artem's love of movies?? YES

STOP KISSING IN THE STORAGE ROOM GUYS THE CINEMA STAFF IS GOING TO FIND YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! DEAR GOD

"this should be filmed in slow motion" LMFAO

JUMPSCARE. JUMPSACRE. NEW ARTEM EXPRESSION. JUMPSCARE. HOLY FUCK

i sincerely think a full on artem smile is all i ever wanted back in the day i cant believe i fucking got it in the POOL CARD OF ALL CARDS

"was something set up incorrectly?" "[artem pout] probably."

mc taking a pic of his stupid distracted expression is amazing and him getting blushy about it is even funnier

"was it too sour?" "yeah...."

thank god pathetic artem is back

nevermind he is licking her arm like a dog. tot's fascination with licking will never fail to amuse me. this is like when my dog licks my leg in the middle of the night

if one sip of alcohol fucks him up this bad i'd hate to see what happens when he's a few shots in. mr wing breaking it down sloppy style on the floor (not clickbait)

STOP LICKING EACH OTHER YOU FREAKS

i think artem should trip a few more times it's funny

this is the closest we've gotten to artem fessing up about atmospherics i can fucking taste it

NOOOO THEY FUMBLED IT. NO ATMOSPHERICS MENTION. ENDING IT ALL. GOD DAMN IT

i can forgive this bc the running joke of them missing scenes in a movie is back

all in all as far as post second anniversary cards go, this one wasn't bad at all and had a lot of cute moments. a few weird ones (which is to be expected at this point ig), but mostly cute!! it made me miss my fav artem cards but in a good way. siiigh ;_;;;

[mothgardens]

im back again with another lyric analysis <3 this edition is for Sastiel (my beloved).

State Of Grace by Taylor Swift (preferably the acoustic version)

All Sam has known for his whole life is touch and go. He has never been in one place for more than a few months at a time (other than his escape to Stanford).

He also has been more aware and open-minded than Dean his whole life; he has a changing mind when given new information, like how he learns to understand that the ‘monsters’ they fight aren’t always evil, and that he can empathize with them. He learned this far before Dean.

He has always loved whole and hard; his love always bleeds, he has been hurt so much through losing the people he held dearest. They fade away.

“You come around and the armor falls” <— is literally the Gadreel grace retraction scene. Cas telling Sam “The only person who has screwed up things more consistently than you, is me.” !! So delicate and intimate.

They have each other. Even when Dean is missing or gone, even when they feel like they have messed everything up, they have each other. They don’t let go, they can’t, they won’t. <3

“Just go to my room and turn on Netflix, you will figure it out” is such an important line to me (even though i couldn’t find the real quote). Sam feels comfortable enough with Cas to let him be in his room, his private space, alone. Cas feels comfortable enough in Sam’s room to take his beloved trench coat off. They trust each other; when they are together, everything is wiped clean.

THIS IS THEM !! ^^^

Cas was never a saint. He didn’t succeed as God. He didn’t succeed as an Angel of the Lord. He didn’t succeed in Dean’s eyes. (“Something always goes wrong, Dean”; “Why does that always seem to be you.”).

Sam loved a werewolf. Sam loved a demon. Sam loved a witch. In Dean’s eyes, Sam always loved in shades of wrong.

They learned to live with the pain, separately at first, but, they also learned to live with each other’s pain. Cas literally told Sam, “I was lost until I took your pain”.

According to Google, Mosaic is “an individual (especially an animal) composed of cells of two genetically different types”.

Sam and Cas are systematically different on a surface level, obviously, as angel and human, but Sam also has demon blood running through him. It’s part of him. Sam and Cas, on an inner, biological level, are opposites. They’re LITERALLY “Mosaic broken hearts”.

When they’re together they’re brave. Especially when Cas is looking for Sam, or protecting him.

- “Who are you, and where is Sam?”

- “You wont take Sam Winchester. I won't let you.”

- “You come near Sam Winchester, and I will kill you.”

But, also, their love is wild, they have such s chaotic energy as a duo. They are unhinged, but also mean well.

To me, grace is literally their entire theme. (I am a bitch for the grace drinking ‘purification’ idea, too.)

Cas believes Sam is a worthwhile fight: “Nothing is worth losing you”.

This last line, to me, is totally post-Jack era. They have a family together, a son, that they both would die for. They love each other. Sam sent so many texts with Cas left, he was so worried. When Cas showed back up in the bunker he looked at him like he could make his world continue spinning.

Lastly, the chorus:

Sam never thought Cas would come into his life. A real angel. An angel who would later become one of the most important people in his life.

Cas never expected Sam to be this important to him. He thought of Sam as the ‘boy with demon blood’, an abomination. But, Sam proved himself to be so much more than that.

Neither of them would ever be where they are without each other, and they will never be the same.

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Okay :3 that is all.

[ftmsteveraglan]

this is so cringe im sorry but i just noticed ur blog with trans william afton/steve raglan and you are so so incredibly real for that i think!!!! if you’re still taking requests, could you write like a fanfic where both william and the reader is trans bc like bro…. i rarely see fanfics that include ftm william AND ftm reader 😭😭 like i never see t4t william but ik his freaky ass would be attracted to that t guy boy loser swag or whatever…. but if ur not taking requests anymore/or has already done this its all good tho!!

also unrelated but happy new year!! can’t believe it’s 2014 already… /j

so i've gotten two requests for t4t william x reader, and it makes me happy to see that other people agree that he'd be into that cringefail loser t guy energy. hope you guys enjoy some smut!

contains: dom william, ftm4ftm, face sitting, william with a strap, matthew lillard's tongue. words for genitalia include slit, hole, cock, and tdick.

"that's it, baby, let me hear you."

you couldn't help the whine rising up in your chest as he murmured against your skin. you tried to squirm away from his teasing, but with one big hand gripping your thigh and the other squeezing your ass, william made it very clear that he was the one in control, and he'd be getting what he wanted. your futile attempts to get control only spurred him on as he ran his obscenely long tongue up your slit, drinking in your juices.

"come on, babe, quit teasing," you complained, grinding down on his face. william's deep chuckle from beneath you only stoked the fire in your belly some more. you gasped as you felt his tongue slip inside you, tasting as much as he could. as soon as his tongue entered you, it disappeared, only for william to wrap his lips around your tdick, making you whimper.

"love this fucking cock, baby," he groaned before running his tongue over it. you gripped onto the headboard, knuckles white from exertion, as he sucked eagerly, knowing just how much this would drive you crazy. any shame you had left as you ground harder against his face, chasing your orgasm, until finally, after several long, agonizing minutes, you came with a loud cry, whining as william crooned up at you, "there we go, baby, just let go..."

he playfully smacked your ass as you climbed off of his face. the sight of him send another shock of heat to your core, his normally bright eyes dark and wild with lust, his beard soaked in your slick. william chuckled and licked his lips, savoring your taste for just a bit longer.

"we're not done yet, baby," he purred as he shifted positions on the bed. "i wanna see how pretty you look when you come on my cock."

you moved around to lay on the bed, allowing yourself to get a better look at william's strap on. you could see his own slick running down his thighs as he stroked the sparkly purple strap, and part of you desperately wanted to eat him out, to taste him just as he'd done to you.

but tonight was all about you.

william climbed on top of you and leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. "tell me what you want, baby," he said softly before kissing you some more.

"just fuck me already," you begged. "fuck me, please, please, please..."

william grinned as you pleaded for him, a predatory smile which sent a thrill through your veins, before he lined up his strap with your hole.

"good boy," he murmured, kissing you as he slid his way inside.

[kpopscruggles]

its 🏳️‍🌈 anon here im on vacation so im gonna tell this pent up frustration cause i cant jerk off huhu (gonna make it gay and i cant write so sorry)

a. part time gym trainer college student sungchan surprised that his classmate/crush walk into his gym and having to touch his crush because hes in love with a twink that has never hold a weight before. it ends with a drink or dare where his crush dared sungchan to do push ups and every push up he tries to say his crush's name and after he did it 20 times sungchan dares his crush to do crunches while moaning his name for 20 times

"come on yn u could do more than 5" sungchan said holding your legs while you are laying down obviously red and sweating. sungchan tried his best not to fuck you right then and there.

seeing you struggle do your 6th crunch made sungchan go feral "sungc-" sungchan kisses you passionately

"god i love your voice. but i love shutting you up more"

b. school heartbreaker heeseung (idk if u like enha much but hesjdjjf) always winning his football fuck list competition where they pick a name from a fish bowl and get them to fuck then before finals. with a team full of visuals its not hard but it turned into a challenge when the team decided to prank heeseung's last time playing the game as a senior.

"dude wtf why did you wrote y/n. hes a man!" hee protested

"oh come on dude its obvious how much you wanna fuck this man" jake replied

"DUDE EWW? im not gay + hes a really nice person hes cute hes hella smart hes fun to talk to he does this cute smile when hes especially talking to me an-"

"uh huh the guy youre talking about thats "not ur crush" is right over there" jake put emphasis on not ur crush with finger quotes

oh fuck. hes cute. was all he said on his head when he saw yn

"damn heeseung thought you would last longer than that?" yn said but heeseung just blanked out remembering the first time he saw you before doing the game

"heeseung?" "i love you" it was yn's turn to blank out as all he hesrd after that was a slurs of i love you while heeseung messily drove yn to his high

c. its hard being alone in your 20s especially with drowning yourself in your work while having no one to share anything with: your problems, your success, everything. and its really bad when you have no social life because you cant rant to someone about your two hot buff dilf neighbors who live together.

"they're prolly not into me im a twink theyre daddies maybe thats why they live together" you said over and over again while trying to not look at your neighbors infront of you wearing nothing but sweatpants

"eyes up here sweetheart" sunghoon said

"yk if you want this you could just ask" sungchan said while pointing on his yk what

d. drunk yn has been ranting to his best friend sungchan about his single life, he had always done this but its new years and sungchan is sick and tired of yn's shenanigand

"yn really again? yk what suck it" he opened his jeans and showed his dick thats bulging from his underwear

"are u fucking serious?" yn asked

"deadass. im sick and tired of you ranting that youre a single virgin every year. especially when i could be the one to solve that problem"

"what?" good thing yn didn't heard the last part sungchan said

"are you gonna suck it or not?"

thats all i got 😵‍💫😵‍💫 IDK IF ITS RVEN OK

Sungchan is DEF NOT hiding the fact that he’s enjoying every moment of his name coming you your mouth!!! And when your doing crutches he’ll hold your feet but end up just running his hands up your hips “cmon baby keep up…you can’t grow weak just yet” and his hands with just fiddle with the waistband of your shorts!!! Seeing you struggle would also kill him untill he just smiles “take a rest, you’ll need some energy for what I’m gonna do to this cute body of yours”

Heeseung!!!!!! (I love this plot and yes I love enha) this is definitely something he then can’t go without! He’ll become feral to the point that if you two begin dating or not he’s gonna brag ab you, ab how you make him a cum covered mess, he doesn’t care!!! After every game he’s fucking you because that’s how you give him a lil reward!!!! CAR SEX AFTER PRACTICE!!! He’s just annoyed that his coach was being a dick and just rails you in the backseat of his car while ranting to you at the same time 😭😭

“You wanna see it up close?” Sunghoon would go fucking feral too see you drill over his cock, especially while it’s just in sweatpants “I can give you a little peek if your be a good boy for me, can you do that baby? Hmm?”

Sungchan will just slowly pump his cock “go on, I know you want too which pisses me off even more that I still have to hear you complain..”

[1pcii]

wanted to start sharing some of my playlists cause they're getting to a point in pretty happy w them so I wanna start off with my one for the strawhats!

as the title suggests its still a huge work in progress but since it's also my only chronological/one you have to listen in order I also wanted to explain it a bit!

the first and second song from the opla ost are mainly to 'set the scene' so to speak, opening with 'my sails are set' which is set around post-arlong park which I feel perfectly captures the melancholy but also hopefullness nami (and almost all strawhats) was feeling about their past circumstances and joining Luffy. she is also the driving force of the ap arc which is the first major arc and what jumpstarts the rest of the plot.

'welcome to the grand line' moves both the story along to them being in the grand line aswell as establishing a more upbeat tone which is important for the next song.

now THIS IS where I start geeking out, for those who don't know, The Mechanisms are a steampunk concept band! following the story of a crew of immortal space pirates, each album having it's own storyline to it. 'our boy jack' is a revolutionary song against a corrupt monarch/government which I think first the alabasta/enies lobby saga so we'll. 'Jack' being Luffy and the song being from Zoro's POV. the references to fighting giants (little garden) being hunted (baroque works) drinking and sacrifice (dammit zoro) and having utter unwavering faith in the protagonist is just. so good to me. listen to The mechs, they're so good 😭.

'im going to be king of the pirates' is just another progression song tbh. I though it fit ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

these next three songs I put to represent the timeskip, 'get the band togeather' being the crew departing back to sabody/generally referencing how they were all doing their own thing for those two years but are now back with Luffy! 'planetary (GO!)' basically just being a high energy song hyping up their new adventures.

'wealth fame and power' title-wise carrying that same energy (and also another transitional song because the next one is just. such a huge tone shift)

now this one. THIS is the one I was most exited to add, if you don't listen to any other song PLEASE listen to this one. it's so dear to my heart I love it. 'Steamboat Shenanigans' is by another steampunk concept (/pantomime!!!) band I like called Steam Powered Giraffe. the scenario I imagine behind this is just, a purely domestic day on the thousand sunny. maybe a bit more Franky and Brook focused since the two main running motifs are music and the boat(/robotics behind it) itself. GOD it's just, such a fun song. makes you wanna smile and dance, I love it.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Iwaizumi x GN Reader drabble

Iwaizumi lets kids beat him in an arm-wrestling match. This was also suggested by a commenter over on AO3 and too dang cute not to write! Tried to keep it as GN neutral as possible, no pronouns mentioned

Iwaizumi lets kids beat him at arm-wrestling. It's not something many knew about him, even those that had been his friends for years would doubt your stories unless they saw it with their own eyes.

So far, you and Tooru have been the only ones with the honour. Maki and Mattsun are convinced you're both running some elaborate ruse, because there is no way that ruthless bastard lets anyone win. They played volleyball with the guy, they would know.

It's not until they come to visit your family home in your absence that they get to see it for themselves.

Hajime leads his friends into the living room, it's a summer barbeque and they just happen to be the first to arrive.

'(Y/N)'s just gone out to get some stuff we forgot, should be back any minute.' He explained, about to ask if they wanted a drink as they continued into the garden, when his eldest son came barreling into the room, his favourite toy robot in one hand.

'Papa papa papa papa!'

Hajime can't help but smile as the boy crashes into his thigh in his rush, absolutely bursting with energy. 'Bud, have you said hi yet?'

Sheepishly, the boy waves his non-robot hand up at the two adults. 'Hi uncle Mattsun and uncle Maki!'

'Woah, when did you get so tall?' Mattsun teases gently. 'You'll be taller than your dad next time I see you!'

Giggling at his father's disgruntled face, the boy declares loudly. 'Papa! Arm wrestle!'

Iwaizumi is in full dad mode and doesn't give a crap that his friends are watching. He groans dramatically. 'Already?! My arm's still sore from when your sister beat me last week!'

Said sister is three, currently napping in her room because she can't bring herself to stay awake as long as the sun is up. Hajime is convinced she got that from you.

Just like your son got that cheeky eye-roll move. 'You'll live.'

Maki cackled, smacking Mattsun's shoulder. 'Dude, he sounds just like (Y/N)!'

'Tell me about it.' Iwaizumi huffed, allowing the boy to drag him to the coffee table. 'Fine, but I'm gonna beat you this time!'

Delighted giggles leave your son's lips as he drags his father to their usual battleground. You walk through the front door just in time to watch your little boy's chubby little fist plant his father's hand against the table, right before his former teammate's eyes.

'I won! I won! Mimi I won again!' Your son cries, zooming around the living room in delight. Your parental instincts catch the rogue glass he nearly knocks off the TV stand before it can hit the ground, managing to stay upright with the wine box balanced against your hip when he barrels into you to hug you before racing off again, screaming.

'Ladies and gentlemen, hurricane Iwaizumi had left the building.' You declared dryly, setting the glass down somewhere safer before realising that Mattsun and Maki are gaping at your husband, who's stood up to take the heavy stuff off your hands. 'What's up with you two? Never seen a six-year-old on a warpath?'

'He... he let him win.' Maki mutters quietly, shock painting his features. 'He freaking let him win!'

Hajime returns from the kitchen, having set down your shopping before you'd even realised he's taken it from you, wrapped both arms around your waist and set his chin on your shoulder, wearing a smug grin. 'If your consolation prize was this smokin' hot, wouldn't you? Besides, I didn't let 'im win, he's got good genes is all.'

'Oh hush!' You huff exasperatedly but do nothing to free yourself from your loving husband's arms, grinning smugly at your friends, declaring without words, that you'd told them so.

[aroacesigma]

do you have any sigzai hcs (or just hcs about sigma or dazai separately)

you're going to regret asking this . headcanons under the cut cause im gonna feel annoying otherwise . most of them are what i headcanon as happening like post canon in a nice world where everyone is alive and happy lol

sigzais <3

ok so to me they are THE transmasc qpps ever . i might be projecting a little but both dazai and sigma are both so transmasc to me. on one hand you have sigma who wears 10 billion shirt layers and a long ass coat and goes on and on about being an ordinary man, and then on the other hand you have dazai who also wears clothes like that and bandages over his chest

hc sigma as oriented aroace with ???? orientation . hes just very confused . theyre so confused . and dazai as bi aroacespec and not particularly averse to any stuff just doesnt feel the attraction most of the time

poor sigma has spent all this time around fyolai like 'god why the fuck are people like this' and then he meets dazai and is like ohhhhhhh. oh .

when sigma joins the ada (and they will u mark my words) him and dazai end up sharing an apartment

at first dazais excited because maybe he wont be living off horrible cooking

unfortunately sigma also cannot cook for shit . he fucking sucks . legitimately the only thing he can cook is cookies in a packet mix .

sigma is unfortunately going through the same phase that kids of controlling parents go through when they finally get freedom, which is making a bunch of stupid decisions . dazai , being the wonderful boyfriend he is, is encouraging all the dumb decisions because he thinks its funny

most of their dates is just going to cafes because sigma has the worlds most horrendous sweet tooth and sigma has no moral objections to guilt tripping him into it

despite being pretty bad at it themself, sigma has a tendency to hit dazai with a pillow until he takes care of himself

vice versa dazai will be a distracting little bitch and wont stop if he thinks sigma is overworking himself

sigma

he/they sigma is so real to me btw just need everyone to know this . they like messing around with neos as well sometimes i think

even though he's pretty much always tired , isnt really a huge fan of coffee , definitely prefers really fancy tea and energy drinks

decided to run with the whole purple thing cause of his hair , abolutely loves the colour. anything he owns is purple if they can get it .

smiles all happy while listening to music in a way that makes you think its something nice . its not . his only musical requirements are loud and screaming to drown out the Anxiety™

not my headcanon but i saw someone say once that they headcanon that occasionally people get an uncanny valley kinda vibe from looking at him cause of his weird origins and honestly i think thats pretty interesting

very happy to join the ada . not quite as impressed by the paycheck .

like , really not impressed by the paycheck . theyre struggling with the dwindling clothes budget . i can totally see him trying to decide whether he wants dinner or new earrings . and probably picking the earrings .

they get along with everyone at the agency really well . a few people dont really trust him straight up but atsushi and dazai vouching for him shuts that down relatively quickly

he gets along the best with atsushi

they have a friendly rivalry with kunikida . agency productivity going straight up just because those two keep trying to outdo each other

dazai

100% has multiple troll accounts online . he enjoys being a menace . not in the mean way , in the absolutely fucking infuriating kind of way

remained in denial (or more oblivious really) about being trans until he was 16 because he asked chuuya if everyone felt like that one time and chuuya was like well yeah (also trans and stupid)

on a related note (this one is kind of about dazai and chuuya but it still counts) mori was kind of like ohhh teenage boys are so much easier to deal with right ? kouyou decided it was best not to inform him that hrt gives you mood swings .

adhd. adhd. adhd.

hes a candy crush mum . its a problem .

eats everyone at the ada's food . but he doesnt eat the whole thing he'll just take a bite . its high up on kunikidas 'things that make me want to string dazai up by his legs and attach him to a ceiling fan' list

has been known to send 12 yr olds graphic violent death threats after losing to them in video games

he has the music taste of a 14 yr old cishet girl . i will let you decide what that entails .

my deepest apologies for making you read all this but i love them both dearly and i have lots of Thoughts

[kisskissbanggang]

Provocation pt. 1.5

[2.3k Words, 10min. Read - Lee Know x Bang Chan - Non-Idol!au - SFW, Smut in Other Chapters - Prologue, Bi Awakening, Drinking Culture, Friends with Power Dynamics, Boys Being Boys, Chan is an Ass but so is Minho, Discussion of Past Relationships, Slow Dancing and Developing Feelings, Complete and Sudden Complicating of Friendships]

[The Story So Far | Come Say Hi!]

Chan could talk a corpse out of a grave. And Minho was never one to come out, especially when there were a hundred better things to do, but tonight was big. Mr. Park was actually in town, and when he told Chan to come out and drink, he always came. 

Which meant that Minho also always came.

He always felt strangely responsible for the idiot, even more than Seungmin did. 

And Seungmin was Chan’s favorite, much to Minho’s chagrin. 

It was taking Chan ten whole minutes to let Mr. Park know he definitely was coming back after running to the office while they were in the vicinity. Something ridiculous about leaving his briefcase behind and wanting it for his meeting across town the next morning. This was only round two and the young mogul was already on the downturn. Even Minho felt it, that terrible weight in his gut letting him know that everyone had been a bit too eager with the big boss in town and front loaded the night’s drinking. A break and some fresh air sounded very welcome right now. 

“Hyung,” Minho badgered. 

“I'm just getting a cab,” Chan waved him off, almost empty glass in one hand and his phone in the other. 

Minho snatched the glass and swiftly put it on the table. “Cab?! We’re down the street from the fucking office!”

“Minho,” Chan whined, “I don’t feel like walking.”

“No, walk,” insisted Minho, looping an arm into the elder’s and graciously bidding Mr. Park farewell. “Walking sounds great. Let’s walk.”

Im & Park was literally two blocks away from the hotel bar the gaggle of professionals were currently disrupting. Chan groaned and grumbled all the way out the door, but the second that fresh air hit his nose, his demeanor changed entirely. More relaxed, more fun, more pragmatic: the same Chan that Minho knew, liked, and interned alongside years before. 

“How’s your friend?” Chan asked out of the blue. Minho almost laughed. It was kind of nice, Chan remembering his… Situationship. 

“It’s…” he paused, thinking about it. 

“You like her,” Chan diagnosed. 

Minho sighed. “Yeah. I like her a lot.”

“Careful, dude,” he reminded him. 

“Yeah,” Minho dismissed, “I know.”

“And how’s Jisung?” Chan asked, hands in his pockets. He already loosened his tie. His shirt was opened by a couple buttons. He shrugged, almost justifying his own question. “He didn't come out tonight.”

Minho gave his own shrug and nodded up at their building. “He’s probably still up in the office. You know how he is.”

The older nodded in understanding, palming a thin sheen of sweat off his brow before brushing his fingers back through his hair. Minho was still adjusting to his change back to brown after being blonde for a while. He sort of preferred Chan with the brown hair, though. 

“Jisung needs an assistant,” Chan thought aloud. 

“Jisung?!” the younger laughed. “I agree, but you know he has a hard time letting anyone take over.”

“Maybe an intern,” Chan continued with a nod. “Aside from the quaint little cocktail parties, he never gets out. Anyway, it always looks good when we provide learning opportunities.”

Minho rolled his eyes at the quoting of their fearless leader, Mr. Park. The action made him realize his fringe was growing out a bit long. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

The pair were quiet for a bit. Minho fished out his key card for after hours access and the two crossed the vast lobby, their shined shoes echoing on the tile. This was nice. Minho always valued someone who could simply match his energy. That was what he loved about Jisung. That was what he liked about… Her. Her and their whole situation. 

Minho shook his head of all the complications when he pushed the button to call the elevator. 

Maybe now was a good time to bring this up. 

Chan had been acting weird for days, and the only reason he hadn’t been able to bring it up yet was because of inconvenient timing. If Minho was free, Chan was busy, and vice versa. 

“Remember my ex?” Chan asked spontaneously, breaking the silence himself. 

Minho ogled him. “Yeah,” he answered, stunned. “Why?”

“We met up.”

“Oh fuck.”

It was almost hilarious, talking about this girl so vaguely, but while Chan had tons of flings and hookups, he only had one ex since they’d known each other. 

And Chan was a goddamn idiot over it, as far as he was concerned. She was an intern and Chan was… Chan. He was shit with priorities then and only somewhat better now. But leave it to him to have no clue what could've caused the split. Chan came back from New York after a month-long gauntlet of meetings, negotiations, and she’d blocked his number, along with his socials. 

He moped about it for a whole weekend, Minho recalled, dragging him along to the park just so he could gripe about all the happy couples minding their own business. And that was only what he was allowed to witness. Chan usually preferred to do his suffering in private. 

He’d mentioned seeing her at the gallery thing weeks previously, and he told him then. 

Dude, no. 

Leave it the hell alone. 

Chan sighed when the elevator opened. Minho used his key card for the reception area, and this activated all the dim work lights. The two glanced down the hall to the Finance Department, the dark passage confirming that Minho’s brother – thankfully – wasn’t pulling another all-nighter. 

“So,” Minho metered out a sigh. “You met up.”

“Yup,” Chan nodded. “First it was lunch.”

“First?!” he repeated, aghast. 

Chan pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know. And guess what.”

Oh no, Minho worried. He knew exactly what. It wasn’t just Chan’s luck to see her at the gallery thing. It was that he thought he saw her there with the roommate. 

Minho had heard too much about Chan’s roommate in college, the rich, pretty boy who could afford to slack off. 

“You were right?” Minho guessed. 

“Yeah,” Chan nodded, defeated. He swung open the door to his office and immediately made a beeline for his bar by the window. The mogul reached down for the sleek mini fridge on the shelf below. 

“Hyung,” Minho scolded. 

“No,” Chan firmly shook his head. He held a bottle out to Minho. “It’s just beer. Drink, stupid.”

Minho rolled his eyes again and came over, snatching the opener off the cart and opening both their bottles. Chan sank into his desk chair, and Minho pulled up one of the lush seats across him. “So she really is with your old roommate, then.”

“Seo Changbin,” Chan grumbled, a tired shake of his head swishing the sip of beer he just took, like he was washing it down. 

“Bang Chan,” Minho teased. If he had any modicum of self-awareness, he’d know he was probably someone else's Seo Changbin. Chan lifted his gaze back at him. “Was that it?” Minho continued. “You did lunch. And there was something else?”

“Yeah,” Chan admitted. “I offered to see her again–”

“And you call me stupid,” Minho scoffed. 

Chan scowled at him before taking another sip. 

“Sorry, hyung,” giggled Minho into his beer, “continue.”

“She came by the office,” Chan groaned, pressing a shamed hand to his face. “You were out.”

Minho did the same, rubbing his fingers into his temple. “Holy shit, dude.”

“I know,” Chan moaned. 

“And it went…?”

“Terribly,” Chan answered. 

The younger reclined in his seat. “Let me guess. You don’t know why.”

Chan stamped his bottle into the desk surface. “I was perfectly civil!”

“Alright,” lamented Minho. “I thought it was going this way. Walk me through it, then.”

Chan was already out of his chair. 

This wasn't new. Chan regularly walked Minho through his adventures like this, like he was demonstrating for a jury. He flapped his hand at the younger, beckoning him to get up. Spitefully, Minho took his sweet time. 

“Hurry up, dummy.”

Honestly, Minho sort of loved how Chan lost his requisite politeness when he drank. If he went any further, he’d be tidying the office before passing out on the couch. 

Minho arose to his feet, feeling the telltale sway of the beer in his stomach before Chan positioned him behind the chair he’d just been sitting in. Next, Chan jogged back to the bar, but it wasn’t for a drink. Instead, he turned on the record player beside it. 

Fucking Sonata Moonbeam. Of course. 

“Like it was fucking fate, I had this playing when she came in,” Chan heatedly explained. 

“This is one of two records you play!” Minho balked back at him. 

“Shut up,” chided Chan. He rushed back over, motioning to his compatriot. “She’s here. She’s coming in hot. Something about Noah, I'm guessing she passed him on his way out.”

“So she was pissed already,” Minho verified, the hand not wrapped around his beer set indignantly on his hip. 

“Hell yeah,” nodded the older enthusiastically. “Like, clearly not just about Noah. So I calm her down, and we’re slow dancing–”

“Chan,” Minho groaned. “Hyung. You didn’t.”

Meanwhile, his friend had already scooped up one of his hands, the other holding his beer bottle slinging casually around his waist. Minho froze for a moment. 

“Move, stupid,” Chan complained, “I’m demonstrating.”

“Fine.”

This one was new, honestly. Minho had been involved in fake debates, simulated bar fights, and messy recollections of arguments at Chan’s behest – but never a slow dance. He could still smell the elder’s cologne over the booze. Chan’s hand was warm around his. 

“Alright, Casanova,” Minho ribbed. “You got her to dance with you. Then what?”

“Then I apologized.”

This stopped Minho dead for a moment. “You apologized?”

“Right?!” Chan reeled. “I’m showing growth and maturity and I'm telling her how she’s even more gorgeous since she’s gotten so confident–”

“So where did it go wrong, then?” Minho impatiently pushed him along. 

She probably got so confident because she wasn’t around Chan anymore, he mused. 

He wasn’t being fair, he knew that. Chan had grown considerably since then, and maybe even partly due to the whole debacle. But all the grit in Chan’s spirit, the marrow in his bones, it was 100% pride. The humility was for the sake of professionalism only. Chan was good at what he did, so his cockiness felt earned. 

Minho wondered if this was weird. He’d never danced with a guy before, let alone Chan. But it was nice. Chan felt strong against him, sturdy. His shoulders were firm under Minho's arm slung across them, all sinewy muscle. It wasn't like, say, his situationship, with the softer frame and curves. 

Although Minho knew (for some reason) that Chan had plenty of softness, too. Besides drunken hugs or occasional horsing around, Minho hadn't been in such prolonged proximity with the older since the time they shared a bed on a company retreat. It went without saying that Minho would refuse to admit to anyone that he’d thought the same thing then, when Chan had wrapped around him in his sleep. 

“Where did it go wrong?” Chan repeated, snapping Minho out of his internal monologue. “I mean, I made one insinuation, one suggestion–”

“You moron!” Minho bellowed, finally throwing Chan off of him. “What, hyung, you just thought you’d casually tell your vulnerable ex-girlfriend that you're still hot for her?!”

“When you say it like that it makes me sound like a prick!” Chan accused. 

“Because you are!” Minho confirmed, burying his face in his hands. “Oh my god,” he moaned. “What did you do? Do we need to consult someone? I’m not saying you did anything on purpose but it’s not like that’d invalidate her feeling–”

“Jesus Christ,” Chan frowned, “it wasn’t like that. Come here.”

Minho immediately capitulated, as usual, letting Chan reel him in again. However, there was an adjustment. Chan took Minho’s beer, setting both bottles on the desk. One hand resumed holding Minho’s, all cozy against Chan’s shoulder, but the other pressed right into the small of Minho’s back, and then slid up. 

“So we started here,” Chan explained, before sliding the hand back down, “and we ended up here. Fine, right?” Minho’s heart thumped, and again when Chan made eye contact. 

He nodded, caught off guard for a beat. “Yeah, hyung. Seems fine so far.”

“And we’re being super sweet, things are civil,” Chan continued, except now his temple leaned into Minho’s. His breath hitched in his throat. “We had this thing, when we were together,” Chan continued, voice lower due to his proximity to Minho’s ear. “I’d tell her how good she was for me. She loved it. I told her that the other day.”

Good for me. 

Minho loved it, too, for one split second. It was a flash of delusion. Whether it was him being good for Chan or Chan being good for him, he wanted it for one mortifying second. 

This was insane. Minho was slow dancing in Chan’s office, with Chan’s hand nearly on his ass. 

Minho backed up a solid step, grabbing his beer in a flustered haze. Chan ogled him. 

“God,” Minho wheezed, shoving down all his confused feelings between manic sips. “Only you would bring something like that up to your ex and wonder why everything went wrong.”

Chan let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head while he grabbed his own bottle and took a drink as well. “You’re so helpful.”

“You could always ask Seungmin,” Minho argued. “I know he’s your favorite.”

“Seungmin?” asked Chan, fully thrown off. “Why would I ask Seungmin? You’re my best friend. I trust you the most.”

Chan set his beer down and strode over to the closet built into the wall, grabbing his briefcase and making sure his laptop and folio were inside. He snapped it shut. “Come on,” he nodded towards the door. “Fuck round three. I need some sleep before my meeting.”

“Sure, hyung,” Minho nodded. 

However, Chan paused by the door. “You’re good for me, too, you know that?” he winked. 

Minho answered him with an automatic punch to his perfect shoulders. “Please, shut the fuck up, hyung.”

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it's a man named gojo in the world full of people with different types of curses given to them as a form, ability and power to have on their ordinary human body cannot be able to comprehend these abilities. But this man gojo is a special type of powerful used to be a god-like beings with his abilities and power used to defeat enemies so much stronger than him. his eyes are a weapon, and that weapon can make people also look at his eyes and be stuck in a neverending dimension of beauty due to his eyes looking like an ice cave. But his real abilities in them are incredible perception and control over cursed energy. but he's so attractive in that term. he looks like a white haired angel who's only power is to charm woman with his natural beauty.

he looked like a man who could look like a model. He is a man who acts gay but can also act straight at the same time. Having such sparkling eyes that make a moonlight under an ocean look pathetic. I come to terms with the fact that he's a busy man with a busy life. so I don't have time to actually spend time with him and his own business just so I can investigate his hobby and what he does a bit more. Maybe im just hallucinating. but I just want to run my hands through his swan colored hair and brush up against his soft skin no matter how dangerous he really is. it seems like I'm attracted to him, but he doesn't notice me either when we get set on a mission to eliminate much more powerful deadly curses to threaten humanity's cycle of their daily life.

I don't know. he's either trying to be funny to one of his friends, or he's oblivious to any type of strong emotion to anybody in a silent room that trait literally pissed me off since I like him more than usual. No.

I shouldn't overthink about it too much since I invited him over to come have a drink with me no matter if I'm a stranger to him. I just want to get to know me since we are basically partners in a group full of powerful curse holders, holders of much stronger domain expansions, and techniques. I'm surprised he makes death threats when he can actually kill a lot of people. but prefer not to. I'm sitting here on the couch. In my own home, with two bottles of his favorite wine.

Had to ask geto what his favorite wine or alcoholic beverage is, but we aren't gonna pay attention to that.

some fresh bought cut pineapples and strawberries mixed in a bowl, multiple movies to watch, some popcorn and pizza to eat since eating fatty foods can help with being drunk. and two blankets, one for each. Is this a date or not? surely the cost of inviting a god like being you like into your home for a drink SURELY doesn't mean a date. my mind is overthinking again about it. is my outfit likable? Would he even care about a partner he doesn't pay attention to? my mind snaps back to reality once the doorbell ran. I was excited but also nervous about impressing him. Maybe im trying too hard. He is known for being a compassionate person caring about a lot of his people, that's for sure.

That means dreaming about murder in a comedic way?

nope. I'm just too focused on a man who might not even be judgemental. my hands open the door to see that same black mask covering his eyes with a smirk having lines of being "playful" or "happy to receive an invitation to someone's house for a small drink." His greeting was full of kindness once my face had time to react to him.

"O-oh..hello gojo."

"Oh my...what do we have here? You are so red. anything wrong...?"

I felt messy so much. like..does he even notice his words are messing me up? even being blindfolded is making me screech like a drunk fangirl in a concert towards how hot he really is...other then ahem..being thin.

"N-no. I'm fine, gojo. I made a special occasion for us since this is my way of getting to know each other."

I can tell he absolutely adored the decor of this date. I don't know if he finds this is an actual date. He reached the fruit mix to dig into both a mix of pineapple and strawberry all in one single hand. He popped them in like a drug as I watched in a bit of a flustered confusion. How can this man act adorable and goofy by doing a simple thing? so I decided to sit down with him with my voice, which is mute like a YouTube video without volume.

The living room was filled with "Who is going to say the first word?" But he said something as soon as my mind starts to bubble thoughts of "does he like me?" or maybe he wants to fuck me so hard that my womb is filled with his cu-

" Y/N? Are you ok?"

my brain was sizzling so hard, it could cook a steak. he tapped my shoulder out of worry. it successfully knocked my delusional subconscious state back into the void and got me back into the reality that I oh so hate. he's, of course, worried about me, so what was I doing? reminiscing about how lust can change a person's entire perspective about sex but that isn't what I'm doing. My mind was being boiled alive, but somehow, it's back to normal. my vision blinks back to the tv, to my living room, and back to him.

"Let's watch some TV, shall we? Y-you are free to help yourself to some food on the table. It looks DELECTABLE."

"My my...having sex thoughts about me are you?"

I looked more like a makeup blush than a fruit with red on its insides. I guessed he used his ability to see through my mind, but why? Did curiosity get the best of him or he's just trying to figure out why my brain is melting like hot chocolate under a fire. either way, I was able to function enough to talk back.

"N-no, my mind had been a lot more scrambled lately than I can count. but...anyways, let's change the topic. What movies do you like?"

"...hmm.. I certainly like action and fantasy type movies."

I reached to grab the remote to pick out what movie to watch while gojo just casually ate the mixed bowl like he's a starved man. it's avengers endgame, dungeons and Dragons, star wars, and John wick on for free!? Thats a great deal.

Dispite having to pay 167 dollars for this special occasion. My money is being butt-fucked

"John wick."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Click John wick. I only watched Chapter 2. I need to watch some more with you."

I blush slightly less red, starting to think all of this is about spending time with my own partner and not some romantic date invite unintentionally. i click on John wick only to see the darkness of my living room, have the aura be a little intimately silent to both of us. his head lay on my shoulder. The biggest once in a lifetime just started.

I saw his hand dig through his mask and take it off. Revealing his light blue orbs. the moonlight reflecting on my living room window somehow glistened his eyes to be more gorgeous than they ever were. his eyes are like a fantasy ice dimension full of shiny icy spikes all over it. it's like a whole painting full of vast blue and light blue colors to use to create a full-fledged masterpiece. His eyes look like the bottom of a beautiful hawaiian lake. I kept staring at him until I realize he's genuinely cuddling onto my arm.

I look to the screen and wonder why it's taking so long until I see my internet disconnect. But I no longer care about the internet. What I'm paying attention to is why he's cuddling with me. I guess he's stuck in a bit of a trance. probably because he's tired or he is so aroused with my warmth? my sex thoughts started to terrorize my mind once more. My blush started to return again in terms of that. he's so hot. What inch is he? does he know how to get a person active just by using words. hench forth..words aren't weak to please someone. Either if it's a boy or a girl.

my thought process shattered into a million pieces by seeing him snore on my shoulder like I'm a squishmellow. I'm guessing he's tired from being an extremely powerful sorcerer dealing with threats all day like he's a level 500 player in a video game while those threats are level 44. I reach to his waist and let him lay on my chest no matter how flustered I am. his eyes made me flinch once he blinked them twice to be half-asleep. he chuckled in a raspy voice, making my blush burn my face off by how red I was.

"Aww, look at you looking like a tanglulu strawberry. I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I kissed you a little?" This was a bit unlike him. But he fell back asleep before he can even decide.

let's lay here for the rest of the night.

( -END- thank-you so much for the love you guys give me♡)

[multipandombabe]

A Fezco Blurb

A/N: If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that this shit has been sitting in my drafts since the season 2 premiere and this bitch is STILL not done but it has some good scenes in it that I really want to share and this is one of them...so....enjoy :)

I feel like I should also mention that this about halfway through the fic so a bit of info for more context: the reader is Rue’s older sister (by a year). Because I can never tell when my writer’s block is going to strike just know im going to be posting the whole fic but just in blurbs!

Anyways

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, crude language 

POV

“I—damn, I’m so…” She hiccuped, “Embarrassed.”

Fez immediately interjected, hands waving her off and everything, “Nah nah nah, none of that.”

Through the blur of her vision she watched as he moved from her flank to the sink across the floor, his hand grabbing at the drying towel on the hook before he turned the faucet on.

“Did you drink?”

In her mind the answer came to her instantly: hell yeah she drank, she had to have been up 4 shots by the time Fezco even showed up, and then the extra 5 that followed to build confidence. But when she tried to say it, to will the simple fucking word off her tongue it just wouldn’t come out. Instead what did follow was a deep gulp because now she was sitting thinking about what an idiot she was to mix brown and clear liquor and it wasn’t the best reminder to her stomach.

“Imma take that as a yeah.” He called back but it seemed to be more of a mumble to himself, still busying about with the sink.

Y/N nodded slowly, so as to not make her even more dizzy, before resting her head against the wall beside the toilet. She was fucked, she was so fucking fucked up.

The sound of the same pair of feet coming back towards her brought a sliver of comfort, even with her eyes closed, she was happy to know (or at least the part of her that was sober) that despite her current predicament it wasn’t scaring Fez off.

Bending down slowly the red head raised the now cold and damp towel to her forehead, pressing it against her clammy skin as gently as possible. She smiled

“Feels.. nice.”

“I know B.” He whispered, lowering the cloth down the side of her face to the crook of her neck, creating rhythmic movements of patting and rubbing. “Aye, but you gotta tell me all the shit you did tonight.”

Y/N groaned, pressing her head even further into the cold tile. Sober Y/N knew this information was important and that she needed to communicate it because she had never been in this scenario before but Fez clearly had and he wanted to help. On the other hand, fucked up Y/N was this close to vomiting again and it was definitely preventing her from wanting to open her mouth.

But Fezco was insistent.

“C’mon Ma, you not gon get no better if I can’t help you.” He mumbled back, pulling the towel off her neck and setting it at his side which only earned another whine from Y/N.

With a shaky hand placed over her eyes so as to think (and block out the bright ass light), the other one pushed her from the wall to sit up straight against the tub behind her. Doing her best to ignore the way her body rocked back and forth she sucked in a deep breath and contemplated.

“I…yeah, I smoked. C-Couple blunts with, friends.” It was a slow paced pack of words but Fez seemed to follow fine, his whole attention still wrapped up in her and only her.

“What else?”

“……Coke, did lines with…, Chrissy and M-Maria.” She breathed, the folds in her forehead rooted up high in her state of deep thinking.

Fezco nodded, “How many lines y’all do?”

It was at this point that she could feel all the energy in her body hitting the 5%-0% range, all of the talking and the thinking running her down almost instantaneously. So with what little strength she had left she slowly raised her hand to reveal two digits, praying that that would be enough.

“Okay okay, well you gon be fine but yo ass is definitely crossed right now.” Raising his hand he nonchalantly moved the loose strand of hair in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear, the heat of his fingertips lingering around the edge of her jawline as he seemed to..hover in that place for just a moment. Until he pulled back.

Sober Y/N made a note to remember that to the very best of her ability.

“You got the spins too and that shits not gon go away until you either finish yo business here in the bathroom and knock or if we sober you up.” He explained, finally sitting down on the floor across from her. “But imma be real with you, you not gon like either option. ‘Specially if this yo first time.”

“Wanna go home.” She whispered, head lulling over to rest on the cold porcelain of the bathtub, the only thing keeping her from slipping straight on her back to the floor. Though at this point that sounded a bit better, probably would feel even better against her damn clammy skin. 

Though eyes nearly shut Y/N could see the way the amber hair angel watched her. There was pity in his eyes-- but not the kind that could tie a person’s guts into a knot from embarrassment, no, this was the kind of pity that showed concern, worry, care. 

Fezco seemed to be contemplating as well, eyes going slightly blank as thoughts quite obviously ran behind them, even taking a moment to rub at the stubble of his beard. 

“You want me to take you?” 

“Yes.”

Probably the most coherent statement she had made in the past hour or so but there was nothing in her that needed any time to ponder over any other sort of options. She didn’t give a fuck about this party anymore, her insides felt like they were burning, the room was beginning to vibrate, and now she had the only person she wanted to show up to this shitshow tending to her. 

Silence seemed to evade the bathroom in its entirety, and it was warm--comfy, a golden hue tinging the sound in a way that wasn’t describable but so familiar, as if they had sat and stared at each other a million times before..whether in this lifetime or maybe a previous one. 

And as Y/N peered at him, holding the eye contact for just one moment more--like she wasn’t fucked up, like she wasn’t clutching every physical thing in her reach to stabilize her, like she wasn’t sweating not because of the alcohol but because the man before her might just be the most goddamn gorgeous person she’s ever seen, she swore, he smiled. 

“Alright I gotchu.” Fez nodded slowly before tossing the wet rag into the sink above them and tucking his phone into his back pocket.  

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A/N: hope you enjoyed! 

[kissingrhi]

pls send me traits and things about u and i’ll give a succession character i think would be the most into u and why (and maybe some cutesie headcanons) i’m bored

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Im bored too so😭:

- I’m 24

- Latina

- Law student

- Love Taylor swift and Shakira

- I practice pole dancing (don’t know if it’s relevant but hey)

- Aquarius sun, scorpio rising

- Ppl perceive me as rly quiet and mysterious at the beginning but goofy once they get to know me

i think your best match would be....

kenny baby!!!!!!!!!!

we all know that kendall is much more artistically inclined than the rest of the sibs (L to the OG, his 40th birthday party, the play, etc etc)

which is why i think he'd be absolutely enamored with the sight of someone pole dancing

i think he'd hold a much deeper appreciation for the art of it than someone like roman

i also feel like he's drawn to people he can unravel/peel layers back from, like you, and i'd say he's got a hard exterior as well.

it's just much harder to get to his soft core

you guys definitely would meet at a party, most likely with you dancing your sweet tail off and him falling head over heels instantly

like, stuttering mess as soon as you guys meet sort of attraction

i think he's much more drawn to someone he considers a challenge. he loves being kept on his toes

so, a pole dancing law student? that's mysterious? right up his alley.

he'd try so hard to be smooth

"i- uhh, noticed your dancing." in that monotone ass voice

and from that point forward he's entranced by you, trying to keep up (often times failing)

the more he gets to know you, the more he falls in love with you

kendall overtly craves comfort. it's seen in vague ways throughout the show, but i think the best peek into how he'd be in a healthy (!!!) relationship is in the last episode (meal fit for a king)

all the goofy giggling and crinkle-eyed smiling. yeah.

especially because you're funny. i think he's soft for that.

so i think that when kendall is with someone who isn't so uptight, but can be when it's necessary, he fits in perfectly

he can keep you grounded, but you can also encourage him to loosen up

shamelessly bothering him when he's overworking himself with paperwork

"hey can you stop working for like five seconds?" "i don't know, can you fuck off?" "shut up, you love me." "......yeah."

also, the fact that you're a law student??

you're insanely hardworking, just like him, which both balances you out and fucks you two over.

being delirious with each other in bed while up late doing work, eyes bloodshot and running off of energy drinks type of fucked over

but it's okay because you have each other. even if you definitely have to coddle each other from time to time (mostly you coddling him oops)

1000% will ask you to pole dance for him privately

mans a freak! sorry!

you also give him the creative freedom to delve into his interests, which he is a slut for

kendall will go wild for some validation! don't play!

overall, i think it would just take a while to break down his shell, but once you do.... oh he's absolutely hypnotized by you and does not want to let you go