#im not even going to tag this

[jkthy]

who is this even for

[zzoupz]

canon faith love square btw. I know this.

[beelmons]

A/N: i am a hungover latina at work, please forgive my self indugence, i am currently about to Die

He was tryin to punish you, there was no other explanation. There was no reason for someone to rant so much, and so loud, on the day you were the most hungover,

"so, in fact, is not that ayahuasca brings you emotional clarity, is that the allucinogens are so potent that, if you get a good guidance during your trip, can mix them with reality and get a sense of enlightment." he kept saying.

It wasn't unlike him to do that, honestly, whenever he read a new book, or consumed every article available about a new topic, he would sit by your desk and talk for hours about it, it was probably because you never shut him down, or maybe because you would, one way or another, always engage with his obscure knowledge, or maybe because he had this massive, soul-consuming crush on you, and his very nature told him he had to share every bit of him with you.

You would welcome it with love and excitement any other day, but today it was just so rough, so complicated.

"Spencer." you began to talk, voice raspy and barely present "I need to ask you for a favor."

He was half-sitting on top of your desk table, his thigh being of easy access for your hand, hence why it laid on it, a move that you knew always shut him up immediately.

"Could you, like, text me all this?" you said, eyebags heavy-looking on your skin.

"I mean, I could, but it's proven that online interaction doesn't always fully communicate the entire message since body language, tone markers, and voice volume are missing. Actually, the non-verbal components of communication-"

"Spencer." your tone turned begging, pleading even, your hand traveled up to grab his, both of them, and give them a reassuring squeeze "Please. Just- no more sounds, for a couple of minutes."

His eyes narrowed once he actually examined your features. Lightly pale for your tone, puffy and reddened eyes, your tongue desperately trying to dampen your dry mouth.

"Are you okay?" he asked curiously.

"Our little pumpkin got hammered last night." Emily said jokingly, since she knew full well of your previous day's ordeal, being that you had texted her nonsense during it.

"Shhh." you outed.

"Oh." Spencer let out quietly "Have you taken anything?"

"Bad decisions." you said. you had slept through your alarm and had to rush to get to the office in time, earning a heart attack in the process.

"Tell him about the thing you made out with." she teased.

"A thing?" Spencer asked with confusion.

"A rum bottle." you muttered, your head dropping to your desk. "An entire one."

Your heard emily laugh quietly, and Spencer finally got the hint. He slid away from you, and it made you a little sad, perhaps you were hard on him, but being honest your head was being hard on you, and your minimum ability to process anything was taken by a single file in front of you.

Interestingly enough, you didn't quite see Spencer around for like an hour or so, not until he was back at your desk, laying a order of quesabirrias by your hands.

"What's all this?" you asked with a puzzled, yet very tired, look.

"Protein. It helps balance the sugar in alcohol, which is what's causing your hang over." he immediately laid a pill next to you along with his mug filled with water "And ibuprofen."

There was a flutter in your stomach at his attentions, and your face began to heat up, although questionably from the interaction and more because of the detoxing alcohol. He shot you his signature awkward smile that you found adorable, and he quickly returned to his post.

No one had ever been so attentive to your needs before, let alone when you were feeling hungover. You decided right there and then, that one day you would have to suck his dick to pay him back.

[fukurodani]

[staruie]

where my fellow monster fuckers at 👅👅👅👅👅👅

[facts-i-just-made-up]

[ba1laur]

i miss goats

[remxedmoon]

y’know what? fuck you. *UNGRAYSCALES YOUR ISATS*

no wait come back there’s greyscale versions under the cut :(

[introspectivememories]

was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[takemetodragonstone]

*if your gender and sexuality brought on different feelings, vote for whichever you want. (whichever feeling was stronger, or first, or however you want to decide).

If you’re comfortable with it, put your sexuality and/or gender identity in the tags along with the feeling you experienced upon discovering it so we can see if any trends appear with correlations between certain identities and feelings!

[batboopp]

bruce wayne they could never make me hate you. they could also never make me like you either. good god you are fucked up

[obsob]

the accolade ( the...the cat-olade...)

[seokjinite]

SEOKJIN + looks i'm not normal about (cr. 0613data, apple tape)

[berenshand]

one of my favourite little things about the murderbot diaries is how present all secunit's friends are even if they're not actually physically present. it doesn't do the annoying thing where it jumps through hoops to bring back characters that aren't really relevant to the narrative but it also doesn't do the other annoying thing where it pretends they never existed either. like secunit talks about art and mensah all the time even when art or mensah aren't in the book. it's clear how bharadwaj has impacted its personal growth even when she's literally on another planet. it complains about gurathin and pin-lee when they're not there. it's still sad about miki and don abene and it mentions tapan and maro and rami even though it only knew them for a few days (because when you're new at being a person every interaction with other people is important even if it's short). iris reminds it of mensah. iris also reminds it of ratthi. its hair is fluffy bc it let amena play hairdresser off-screen and it messages her so she knows it's okay. it doesn't have to worry about protecting volescu anymore because volescu retired thank goodness. it's still using thiago's language module. etc etc etc

it's such good writing because it's such a little thing that gives the characterization and relationships greater depth and also reinforces the running theme of friendship in the series and then also subtly gives this sense of 'the people you love are a part of you/your story' and also reinforces secunit's role as a storyteller because it's constantly telling little stories about all its friends.