#im not mad. im. im perplexed

[commander-wame]

some may know that ive never before seen succesful tripple wurm in all my years. well. until today i guess. on NA.

its only fitting the gecko character gets the wurm ig

[orions-hound]

obsessed with this russian blog whose only activity on tumblr has just been insulting my human kobd designs. legendary

("What a terrible design")

("Another terrible design")

[shilo-sumac]

transitioning

What.

[bleedingthroughthestatic]

I get "ma'am"ed in my adam sandler uniform and "sir"ed in womens lingerie. Colonge smells like candy and womens perfume rotting meat on me. Everybody thinks theyre doing something when perceiving me but at this point im more concerned about how many blueberries are in my pancakes and where this antique compass i got even came from

[smallest-turtle]

WHY IS THERE JUST ONE SPECIFIC DEIDRE POST FROM A YEAR AGO GETTING NOTES ALL OF A SUDDEN???

[vampirejuno]

No cos tell me why this is like at least the 4th time I read something of le Guin's that almost exactly describes something I'd thought of a while ago and was convinced of its originality. And I'm not talking about like tropes or characters or anything common like that. Fucking WRITING SYSTEM CONCEPT. That I made like more than half a year ago with the specific intention of making it as weird and unusual and inaccessible as possible. "Oh yeah lemme just read this short story real quick I'm sure it won't mention anything resembling my creations that I see as interesting and different" fucking anthropologists man

[perplexed-confusion]

Wait. Do Americans pay for water?

[sotiriabellou]

somebody reblogged a personal post about my mom(?)but they have an argentina flag on their blog so i wont block.

[alledherlu-q-pereon]

WHY DID YOU GIVE CLIFFORD TITTIES???

ermmm shes not gonna fit in there....

[gh0str3c0rd3d]

who added eminem to the travel playlist???…..

[coriander-candlesticks]

angelo nasios is a folkist working with YSEE

Thank you for letting me know! I looked into it & confirmed and have removed the post mentioning him ���

A different anon also reached out to me about that post for a different but similar reason but signed it with someone else's URL? I'm not sharing a screenshot or anything of that one for obvious reasons. But if whoever did that could reach out and explain, I do genuinely want to do my due diligence (and have looked into it to the extent I could) but I cannot, in good conscience, say I've done so if the person letting me know is, seemingly, pretending to be someone else

[throwawaytabs]

EVERYTIME I OPEN THESE SCREENSHOTS I SEE ANOTHER FUCKING HOMESTUCK REFERENCE. HOW?????

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Shout out to whoever removed the fucking arms off my desk chair at work while I was off sick ???

[urstruly-ghst]

why are you covered in kisses ? - randoms

in which you see them awake covered in your kiss marks

author's note: hehe im still churning the fics but woohh i got this idea on a tiktok. enjoyyy >:3 (the characters i have written for... okay maybe there's biases because im soft for them, k?)

silver

"is there something wrong, my love?" you ask as you giggled to see the groggy man wake up. you saw how his face was stained with your lipstick, silver was looking at you with a questioning look. he stood up, and walked to the pond, wondering if it was something on his face.

"this." he points at his face, and you just laugh. he sighed and smiles at the way you try to avoid his questioning

"your fault, i was having so much fun kissing you and you didn't wake up! ah, and look, you're now stained pink, hehe"

he sighed and smiled before ruffling your head and holding your hand as you walk into the sunset. you both part ways, and you knew silver was with sebek when all you heard were the scandalous gasp and scolding of sebek to silver.

ah, at least he was proud to show that off.

ace trappola

"now i know you're obsessed with me" ace proclaimed proudly as he went to the mirror in your room and smirked. he admired each kiss mark, feeling a sense of pride.

you roll your eyes and try to wipe the lipstick off. he dodged your attempt and glared at you. he stuck his tongue out and screeched at your attempts.

"your ego. god, you will neverrr let this go. i just know!" you ran after him and all the ghosts and grim heard was either you screaming or ace's screeches when you finally caught up to him.

"though, i did caught you lacking. wha?!" and soon more screeching was heard. the other residents of ramshackle sigh and just try to block out such disaster.

"jeez. those two always yell." one ghost noted and the other scoffed while trying to block the noise, "tell me about it."

deuce spade

deuce was in a hurry to prepare for the roses for the unbirthday party, he didn't bother to wake you up from the nap you two had. he went up and grabbed his dorm jacket and left ramshackle quickly, not before leaving a text for you. as he walked to the garden, everyone was staring at him. it was only cater who had the guts to speak (tease) up about it.

"hey deucey. uhm, question. are you like flexing to everyone or are you not aware of the... situation on your face?" deuce was perplexed and was a blushing mess when cater took a snapshot and showed deuce your masterpiece.

"ah! oh sevens! wait im so sorry?!" deuce panicked as he tried to wipe off the mess. he was frantic and shaking his head. while he appreciated it, he felt like this was such a mess.

amidst that, cater texted you and had a laugh. you pout and texted cater back.

"leave my juice alone. plus, haters stay mad"

leona kingscholar

you were just in the middle of kissing him when he awoke from his nap with a grumpy look. you smile and show him a small, sheepish, smile. he grumbled and shook his head.

"what are you doing, herbivore?" leona said as he held your chin and tilted his head to stare at you. his green eyes capturing your soul.

"noooothing" you drawl out your syllables in hopes that he'll spare you from the punishment of staying in bed the entire day with nothing else to do but sleep.

"speak." leona deadpanned and you sigh and surrender. you reach for your phone and, while giggling, open your camera to show the kiss marks. he smirked before nodding off, he pulled you in close and whispered lowly

"i like it. but that doesn't change the fact you woke me up. now, stay." ah, there he was. your grumpy king.

[moonstruckme]

heyy, so this is my first time sending an ask, i dont know if u do repeated themes, but im so obsessed with bodyguard!james, maybe we could have some angst where he puts himself ia a dangerous situation to save reader and she gets mad/upset at him? love your work very much, they brighten my day🙌

Thank you for your request <3

cw: shooting, blood mention

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

James says your name, soft and worn with exhaustion. “Can you look at me, please?” 

No sooner do you oblige than your vision blurs again. There’s a cruel line across his perfect cheek, leaking blood where the glass sliced across it. Your fault. 

James sighs. “Sweetheart,” he says, knuckles finding your cheek. They brush away your tears without intent, less a purposeful act than a byproduct of a caress. “It’s okay.” 

“It’s not,” you insist. Your voice burns like fire, and yet you don’t remove his hand. Even furious with him, you crave James’ comfort. 

His expression tightens when you blink more tears down your cheeks. You wonder if it hurts. You wonder why he’s sitting here with you in your room instead of going to get his cut cleaned or patched or whatever he needs to do, but really you know. You’re always the priority. Even when the threat has passed and protocol no longer requires it, James will always take care of you before taking care of himself.

Your voice comes out softer without you meaning for it to, soft but not thin. “You shouldn’t have moved.” 

“It’s my job to protect you,” says James. 

“I was safe!” 

“You weren’t safe.” Now it’s him who’s being firm. James sets both hands to your shoulders, looking you in the eyes. Not angry, but ardent. “Someone was trying to hurt you. You were in trouble, and I needed to get to you.” His lips tilt slightly, not without sympathy. “That’s my job.” 

You chew your lip, tasting salt in the seam. He makes it sound so simple. So innocuous, too, someone was trying to hurt you instead of someone was shooting at you. James always plays things down this way, softening them into something less horrific, less violent. Another way he protects you, you suppose. 

You’d been going down the hallway with James, chatting about something useless, when the large window you were walking beside sprouted a hole. Your next step stalled, perplexed, and in that time two more holes appeared, with cracking sounds and the tinkling of broken glass on the floor. You and James moved at the same time, his hand reaching for your arm a heartbeat too late as he retreated toward one side of the window and you—stupidly, considering it was a greater distance—threw yourself to the other. 

By now, James’ team knows the shooter was likely some sort of sniper; no one with a gun could have made it onto the property and the bullets were fired singularly instead of in a spray. A spray, you probably wouldn’t have survived. 

The shooting stopped when you were both away from the window. You looked at James across it as you pulled your knees in tight, making yourself small between that window and the one behind you. The air in your lungs felt dry and stale. James was looking back at you, eyes wide but face controlled as he scanned you over. 

“I’m okay,” you said. Whispered, though you don’t know why. 

James nodded, standing. “Stay right there,” he told you. 

You only had a second to be concerned about why he’d say that before he was running back across the window. Your body tensed on instinct, but you were too slow to stand as glass sprayed, punctured by another bullet. James landed with his body covering yours. 

You thought he’d been shot. For a handful of panicky, heartbreaking moments, you’d searched for the wound, feeling for wetness at his neck, his side, his heart, until he managed to catch your hands, whispering, It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re okay. 

There’d been no more shooting after that. James had spoken to people in his earpiece, and you’d both stayed hidden, and eventually someone had said back that you were clear to go. Now James is sitting in front of you on your bed, alive but bleeding and looking like he might like to hug you if you let him. You haven’t let him. 

He watches you gnaw on your lip. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he says softly. 

You scoff. “As if you get to talk.” 

James smiles, but you don’t smile back. You’re not ready for that yet. It fades as a new wave of tears crests your cheeks.

“I don’t want you to protect me anymore,” you say weakly. “I don’t like when you get hurt for me.” 

His brows bend, big thumbs moving soothingly, almost absently, over your shoulders. “You can’t get mad at me for that,” he says. “It’s how it needs to be. You know why.” 

You sniffle. “Because it’s your job.” 

“Because it would kill me if anything happened to you.” His eyes bore into yours, deeply earnest. 

“James…”

“It would destroy me,” he says. 

You look back at him. Your heart feels like it’s beating in the hollow of your throat. You’re no less upset with him, but now there’s another feeling in the mix, not new but inconsistent. James’ eyes dip to where you’re still chewing your lip. He reaches for it, thumbing it free from between your teeth. 

“Stop that,” he pleads. 

You swallow. “You can’t just say that.” Can’t pretend he’s here for any reason other than it’s where he’s paid to be. Can’t act like he cares about you half as much as you do about him. 

James looks wounded. “Why not?”

“It’s not fair.” 

“I don’t think you’re being very fair. You were in danger, and I did what I needed to get to you. You can be angry at me if you want, but I don’t see how I earned it.” 

Your face is hot again, emotion prickling just beneath your skin. “Because I’m not the one who gets hurt, James!” 

“I know.” His voice goes soft to counter your loudness, his hand moving back to your cheek. A warm touch over warmer skin. “I can’t be sorry.” James’ lips touch underneath your eye. You tilt up into them, and he turns his face down. “I can’t.” 

You taste your own tears on his lips. James kisses you gently, coaxing, not wanting to take any more than you can give. Your throat closes as you push your hands up his shoulders, wanting to prove it to him; that you can give, and give, and give. He tempers you when you get too frantic, pulling you back with doting touches. 

You open your eyes to run a thumb gently beneath the line on his cheek. Emotion steals your breath. “I’m sorry for this,” you manage. 

James covers his hand with yours to kiss it. “It was my decision.” 

“A stupid one.” 

He makes an amused humming sound, noncommittal. “We’re okay, though, aren’t we?” 

“What, you think you can just kiss me and I’ll instantly feel better?” It’s a bold thing to mock, when your head is still buzzing and your lips feel warm and tingly. 

“No,” says James, sincerely, “of course not. What can I do?” 

You look at him, fighting the urge to take your bottom lip between your teeth again, if only to see if it feels different. “It wasn’t not helping,” you admit. 

The smile that takes James is so overwhelmingly sweet it almost does make you forgive him for everything. Almost. As his lips close over yours again, you think you can find it in yourself to make it all the way eventually.

[tarnishedsilverjewelry]

He reacts to your ex stories

A/n: gave Johnny a chubby S/O bc I K N O W that he likes bigger S/Os!! My source? ME (im right shhhh)!!! Also Raiden my pookie bear ily. And Kung Lao (my king) would apologize if he thought a joke went too far?? Idk why I saw someone say he wouldn’t??

Warnings: Mentions of Self harm scars, you lowkey got crazy exes lol (one of them is based off of one of my own exes. I won’t say anything else), mentions of fatphobic exes, please let me know if I missed anything!!

JOHNNY

You hadn’t been bating long, about 10 months

So it was still under wraps for the most part, especially since he had gotten a lot of new fans with his new Mortal Kombat franchise

At this point, you felt comfortable with being mentioned but still off camera. Johnny was incredible all around

But you said nothing…until you had a bit too much wine

“Do you wanna show me off?” You slurred, curling around one of his expensive pillows

“Course I do, baby. But I didn’t think you were ready..”Johnny laughed, gently prying the wine glass from your hand. “Nuh uh, nobody wants to show me off…cause your friends will laugh.” You pouted, reaching for your wine glass—eyes brimming with tears.

Johnny furrowed his brows deeply, hands gently pulling you closer “Baby if you wanted to, I’d buy a billboard with us on it. You deserve the world and more, I don’t know where you got that.”

You sniffled and snuggled against his strong chest and muttering “All the guys I ever dated said so..” Johnny laughed a bit and replied “Baby, those boys can’t handle real women. I promise you when you’re ready and sober we’ll announce everything.”

Privately Johnny was livid. Were these people so cowardly they’d put their friends over a relationship? These horrid people feasted on your insecurities and kept you down so they could…what? Hit and feel better about themselves?

He hadn’t really dated people who weren’t models, but those were different. They usually had connections he wanted to further himself in the acting world

But you had been different. People from outside the industry, with no connections or knowledge about the world he’d thrust himself in. And now you thought he wanted to hide you?

Of course, he wasn’t mad at you. This wasn’t your fault in the slightest. You had been treated poorly by other people, now it was up to him to reverse these insecurities.

But first, he had to tuck you in.(you’d fallen asleep on the couch)

RAIDEN

You, apparently thought that bringing up feminine trauma was funny? He knew it helped you cope by joking about it..but you had a therapist for a REASON??? He does think the jokes are funny, if it helps you he’s down🤷‍♂️

So when he set a plate down a little harder and you jumped about three feet in the air..yeah he’s a little concerned. Immediately drops everything and comes over to comfort you.

And you being you are just like “oh yeah sorry lol. My ex used to thrown stuff at me when he was upset. My bad.” Did NOT help, it actually made it worse!! Raiden has never been so tempted to hurt someone before in his life.

Like genuinely. He’s overprotective of the people he loves, not overly so but when they so casually something so concerning and are just…cool about it? He loose control of his anger and shock you a little.

VERY tempted to ask Lord Liu Kang for their address (he’s doesn’t dw) or to just like…smite them (he also doesn’t do this)

Bc you’re so…cool?? And bubbly and pretty and funny and lovable?? Being with you was like..euphoria but all the time? So the fuck were you dating (from what he’s gathered) some monstrously hideous sewer person? You were like the human equivalent of joy and happiness, you practically had a sparkly golden aura around you all the time?? So why were these…leeches hanging off you like a disease??

It’s genuinely perplexing

Safe to say…he’s upset and confused. And might be planning to hurt them but shhhhhhhhhh.

KUNG LAO

You had this habit of checking under the bed and in the closets before bed. Throughly.

Lao is very endeared by this, and thinks you’re adorable. If you’re sick or don’t wanna get out of bed he’ll do it no worries!

One night however, he makes a little joke about you being afraid of the bogey man.

And you just casually said “oh no my ex used to stalk me and hide in my closet and under my bed to mess with me while I was sleeping. Now it’s just a habit”

Mind you, you’re both dressed in matching Pjs about to go to bed. “What?” “Have I not told you that? Yeah he sucked” “that’s putting it lightly. I’m sorry if I upset you, with my joke.”

You giggled, pressing close to him “No it’s okay, he’s all the way across the world now. And in jail, but it’s just a silly habit now.” “I don’t think so, you apparently dated a supervillain it’s good to be careful.” He replied, pressing a kiss to your head. “Goodnight, my louts.” “Night Lao..”

He can’t sleep though, too worried about you a few years before you’d met. Sleep deprived and paranoid being stalked relentlessly by a man who didn’t seem to have a problem with hurting you

And gods he’s upset he wasn’t there to help you. Keep you safe from him.

Silently he vows to always be there and protect you. His focus was to defend Earthrealm, but now it was on protecting you.