#in the light you will find the road

[lotus-pear]

whatever happens, please don’t break

[faaun]

oh my god ! haha . anyway a bit buzzed perhaps. anyway here's what happened on the date

[cappucosmico]

i went to da hospital bc weed did nightmare shit to me (advanced)

[broodygaming]

thinkin about Subnautica and the first time I played it... hahaha, I went in almost completely blind (I'd watched a tiny bit of a YTer play it and loads of ppl were saying, if you like the look of this and wanna play it don't spoil yourself, just go do it rn! so I did, lol).

I LOVE the ocean, first off. I don't think I'd ever be capable of diving? But I love the idea of it and it does not scare me in the slightest. I had ZERO idea the game is considered scary by most people. Absolutely NO idea haha. Even when I saw my first Leviathan/Reaper, I was just kinda like, oh yeah of course there's big predators, better steer clear! Nbd, if I die the consequences aren't too bad so eh. Like they definitely jump scared me a few times, but nothing crazy.

But really what sticks out to me in hindsight... this is SO stupid... it took me forEVER to figure out that I needed to scan stuff to get blueprints.

i fucking SWAM ALL THE WAY TO THE FIRST ISLAND. Or the first island I went to, the north/northwest one. I didn't even question it. I was like, oh yeah it's an exploration they want you take your time. I thought I was being a jerk, skipping all the way to the first big new thing "so quickly". About three quarters of the way back to the pod I was like "Okay, I feel like I've progressed more story, let's check in on that YTer and see what they're doing" to see him riding around with the seaglider!! I was like WTF!!!!

My mistake was SO dumb it was hard to even find like, an explanation of what I was doing wrong. Like, everything I googled said how to find the scannable items, not that you even HAD to scan them or with WHAT. Like telling someone how to make sauce and they don't know how to turn on the stovetop. SO SO silly.

Anyways. What a game.

ALSO. wait sorry this is so long

I NEVER FOUND A SECOND BEACON TO SCAN.

Let me run that by you again. I played the ENTIRE game without beacons. I could probably actually navigate almost the entire map without thinking much irl at this point. I just had to like... use "land" marks and be patient. I had to know where I was at on the map (which I finally started looking up to be able to find the paths to the lower chambers way later in the game) (but before then I just used the Aurora, the cloud glitches around the island and my brain) and triangulate my fucking position like a sailor and be like, okay if I'm here and wanna go here I gotta head in a SWS direction" hahaha.

Anyways. Wonderful game. One of the few games I sincerely wish I could erase my memory of and play blind again. I'm usually not the type to wish that, I'm love replaying stuff. But this was so so special on that first run.

[glitterghost]

brb mourning all the past mutuals/friends/followers that I've had delightful conversations or interactions with, who either have deactivated unbeknownst to me, or have changed their handles since we've last spoke and I may no longer recognize.

[rangers-arecool]

@thegreatstrongbow | reply to this ::

Arathorn nodded grimly and gave the grey mare free rein, a silent signal to run. Most of the horses were Ranger trained and they followed the one eyed man easily, cutting time off the Rangers' travel.

"How are you with Dwarves and the Jorthkyn?"

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

For: Eruingil :: @storiedocs​ Unspecified Muse: Aragorn | Special request only Verse: Fading Light

  No one had ever considered what would happen if The Last Alliance of Men and Elves FAILED to defeat Sauron and his forces. None of them had even wanted to think about the consequences of failure. But it was something that they should have taken into consideration, in case a worst scenario situation happened. A scenario that not even Lady Galadriel of Lothlorien had even seen when she looked into the depth of her Mirror.

  But the worst DID did come to pass.

  And no one were prepared for it to happen. The meaningless deaths of Elendil the Tall, Ereinion Gil-galad High King of the Noldor and many of those, who had marched with them to destroy the Dark Lord and his forces. So much loss and no-one knew exactly why it had failed like it had. Yet the Free People of Middle-Earth still continued to fight to survive. A never-ending battle against a darkness.

~~~

  A peaceful, clear starlit night with the full moon shining down and bathing everything in it’s bright silvery light. Or at least… that’s what it should have been. But instead, the darkened moonlight shone down on a land broken apart by cracks and crevasses in which shadows twisted and snaked. Never dispersing even in the light of day, for the sunlight could not touch them. Hauntingly silent and shattered.

  Guards constantly scanned the land surrounding the seemingly burned out town of Hytbold, watching for danger and the rare traveller. One of the few remaining occupied settlements in Rohan and protected by both illusions and spirits. To add another layer of protection, the Rangers had taken their camp beneath the town. Deceiving any who might attempt to find and destroy the Dunedain, much like they had the Rohirrims.

  There had been alerts raised by those on the Guard Towers by the main gates, of a lone traveller heading in the direction of Hytbold. But it was a traveller that both Strider and his Rangers recognised, even if she hadn’t known exactly where their Rohan base was. “Eruingil.”

[emberdune]

few things give me the same pure unbridled joy as racing furiously against some form of public transport on my little bike

[supercantaloupe]

more than anything else right now i just feel. betrayed

[excelsior9173]

y’know, i’m not very vocally “anti-anyone” in my life. i am opinionated and strong-willed but generally have a polite disposition towards everyone.

HOWEVER

it is acab forever over here

i haven’t personally had any unsavoury experiences with cops (other than the night i was home alone and the silent alarm tripped- guy who burst into my room said he was a cop dispatched by the company but they said they had no record of sending him 🤷‍♀️), but i’ve been in the car while my mom has been harassed for driving us kids around late (we couldn’t sleep, it made us tired to go on a car ride) and i have watched far too many asshole cops use their lights and sirens as an excuse to bully their way on the road and bypass road laws. they aren’t going to any crime scenes, they’re just impatient pricks

and i almost feel bad saying it because the cops i had to deal with back in june were lovely. but fuck the police honestly

[actual-corpse]

My eyes have fucking spots from where some asshole fucking brightlighted me with WHITES in the middle of the fucking daylight...

It's been at least 10 minutes, and I still can't really see well.

[transsexual-divinity]

Had tickets to see Live tonight and my fuckin car broke down 🤪🤪so didn’t get to go

[gloraeye]

tag drop : admin part two

[goxjo]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 ﾟ･｡･ﾟft. gojo, choso, sukuna, toji

♡ warnings. no reader pronouns, fem anatomy! reader, technically hate fucking, reader is initially very pissed, he is too but he wants to make up, no curse au (choso + sukuna), everything is consensual. gojo cw: some reckless driving, semi-public sex, doggy, getting caught, exhibitionism. choso cw: reader is in a bunny lingerie costume, slight! pet play, suddenly popping a boner, v! fingering. sukuna cw: petty arguments, jealousy, v! fingering. toji cw: jealousy, implied size difference, kabedon!!!, cunnilingus, wall sex. 18+ only, MDNI

♡ a/n. idk if you can already tell by now - I usually make these whenever I have new banners / formats to try out. I really love that heart bubble thingy on the title lol + idk, arguments like these feel a little endearing sometimes. this was very fun to write. enjoy!

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[ ❤︎ ] GOJO SATORU

The car ride home tonight is silent for the most part. It’s your car, your hands on the steering wheel, and therefore your rules. Maybe you haven’t been looking at your speedometer but in case you haven’t noticed, your anger adds more pressure to your foot on the pedal, and you’re a few kilometers past the highway speed limit.

All this because of some petty argument and you barely even remember what it’s about. All you know is, it’s one that made you miss an exit, and it’s another 20 minutes before the next one.

“Baby, slow down.” He sighs with a tinge of worry and slight irritation in his voice. He’s not really keen on the idea of having to watch you flirt with an officer to get out of a speeding ticket. He’ll throw puppy dog eyes to the officer himself if he has to, but he’s putting a pin on that thought for now. There must be something that could remedy the situation (you) for now.

“Don’t talk to me,” you deadpan, lips pursing in your annoyance, eyes dead fixed on the road.

“Fine. Then, I won’t,” he hums, an idea suddenly popping up in his head. “I won’t talk to you. I’ll just…” He fiddles with the hems of your skirt, knuckles lightly stroking your plump and exposed skin.

“What the hell are you doing?” You shift in your seat, quickly taking a glance at your boyfriend.

“Not talking.” It starts with just his fingers, now it’s a full hand, and it’s squeezing and massaging your thigh, reaching higher and higher up till it’s a hair away from your clothed sex.

“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Satoru.” You gulp, and he doesn’t fail to notice your breath has shifted, taking deeper inhales and longer exhales the closer he gets to your panties.

And he knows it’s a dangerous game. But hey, at least you’re not in danger of getting a ticket anymore. He’s glad you’re distracted. One finger hooking on the waistband of your panties is enough to make your breath hitch. Watching you chew on your bottom lip puts a strain in his pants knowing you’re trying your hardest not to be the first to break. You’re so cute when you’re angry, focus never breaking when you reach the woodsy outskirts of your exit, and he wonders if you took the wrong turn.

“Why are we here—”

“You fucking idiot.” You’re fuming as you unbuckle your belt, making your way to the backseat.

“I fucking love you.”

….

He’s never seen you cum so fast before, never seen you more vocal, fingers raking into the leather of your back seat, not a care in the world how expensive it’s going to be to have it replaced. He should piss you off more if it means he’ll have you on all fours again in your car in the middle of the woods, begging and screaming for him to fuck you deeper and deeper a nearby town could mistake your cries for a mating call.

He finds a neat little discovery too when a light shines on your window, practically blinding you, and your insides coil around his cock he’s almost sure he was locked in knots. You’re so fucking hot when you’re embarrassed, unable to help the moans that escape your lips even when a cop knocks on your window.

[ ❤︎ ] KAMO CHOSO

“I already told you I’m sorry!”

You won’t budge, half-sulking-half pissed with your back turned to him on the bed, sitting on your folded legs. You refuse to talk to him too so he settles with hugging you from behind, bunny tail pressing against his crotch. You feel his fingers fidgeting against your stomach, clearly remorseful for what he did. Your boyfriend is the last person on earth who could forget about special dates, let alone an anniversary — or so you thought.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” And you want to forgive him. But you had already spent the last few weeks finding the best anniversary costume present, only to be met with questioning heart eyes at the bunny ears and frilly lingerie, wondering what’s the occasion.

“It’s fine, forget it. Just leave me alone.” You try to wriggle out of his hold, only grinding against him kn the process.

“Won’t let go till I know you’ll allow me to make up for it.”

“Stop, it’s done okay — wait, are you…” At first, you thought it was your puffy tail pressing on your ass but you realize that’s definitely not the case when the thing behind you tripled in size.

“Yeah.” He buries his face deeper in your hair, taking in the sweet smell of you despite your little tantrum. His thumb tries to graze your underboob, fiddling with the frilly wires, popping in and out of the garment, obviously trying to restrain himself. “Sorry, you’re just… so soft.”

“Bunny, I know you’re mad and you can tell me all about it.” His hand reaches for your clothed pussy, fingernails scratching your slit behind the fabric. He finally puts the garment aside, spreading your wet, puffy folds with his pointer and ring fingers before sliding his middle into your slippery hole. “Go on, I’m listening.”

[ ❤︎ ] RYOUMEN SUKUNA

“Don’t ignore me, you.”

“He’s my childhood friend! Just a friend, okay?! Why can’t you understand that?”

“He could be the dog of your sister-in-law’s neighbor, I don’t give a fuck. I don’t want you fucking talking to that guy anymore.”

“It doesn’t mean anything!”

“So? I don’t like how he looks at you — hey, don’t leave! Don’t get mad — c’mon!” He catches up with you when your pace quickens as you bolt through the door. Tattooed arms coming from behind you lock tightly around your waist, his face burrowing into your neck.

“Let me go!”

“Fuck no.” He’s still as a rock the first few seconds as you try to wriggle out of his hold. When you realize it’s futile, he begins to pepper kisses on your exposed shoulder, trailing kisses along your neck up to your temple, as if he’a getting off that easy.

“Ryo, stop!”

“Uh-uh.” He runs his nose across your ear before leaving breathy kisses on your lobe. He’s a fucking menace for knowing exactly what makes you weak in the knees and using that against you.

“If you think that’s going to work, I-I — ohh, fuck.” Your head cranes backwards, leaning on his hard chest when his hand slides down your pants. Heat rises to your cheeks in embarrassment when you realize he found you wet despite all this. Or maybe it’s because of this?

“I don’t know? Seems to be working.” Because it fucking is. And you hate that it is. But his hand — black fingernails grazing your clit sloppy, wetting it with your juices — it feels so hot against your pussy at this stupid moment. His free hand reaches for your tit underneath your shirt around the same time as when he started pumping digits into your hole.

You’re not getting out of this alive.

“You still gonna talk to him?”

“Who?”

[ ❤︎ ] FUSHIGURO TOJI

“I fuckin’ swear, I don’t know how that girl got my number.”

“Don’t care. Go away, Toji.” Standing and towering in front of you, he tries to block you in every which direction. He doesn’t budge. Sneaking past him isn’t an option either as those freakishly long arms could easily prevent you from going anywhere.

You didn’t mean to read his messages. But when an unknown number pops out of your boyfriend’s notifications with kissy emojis followed by a steamy shot of her backside, you can’t help but be… curious.

You’re not sure what to think. On the one hand, you know Toji would never cheat on you or lie to you about these things. On the other hand, you also just found out this isn’t the first time this girl has sent him anything — nor the first time anyone’s sent him anything in the whole duration of your relationship.

“Believe me. I ignore every single one of these text messages, I don’t know how they keep finding me!”

“Yeah, well you could’ve told me.” Toji sighs realizing only now that he should’ve. He didn’t think it mattered or that you would be this bothered when you found out. Clearly, he was wrong.

You take his pause as your cue to walk past him, but a big hand slams to the wall next to you, preventing you from walking any further. His hand slides higher as he leans closer to the wall, forcing you to back up and hide in his shadow.

His lips are a breath away, eyes staring at yours through his lashes. His free hand cups your chin, gently forcing you to listen to him carefully. “I never told you because I didn’t care about any of them.”

His hand reaches for the skirt of your dress, balling the fabric into his fist as he raises the fabric till your thighs are exposed. “Why would I care about any of them when I have you,” he slides his hand into your panties, stroking stripes along your wet slit, “and this pussy.”

You all but melt into his touch, pussy squirming underneath his hold. Toji slowly kneels to the floor, taking your panties with him before throwing them aside. He pushes your knees aside, staring right at you as his hot breath fans your exposed cunt. “This pussy. Always so fucking ready for me.”

His wet muscle parts your folds, licking heavenly stripes on your throbbing clit. You lean on the wall for dear life, one hand above your head, the other on your partner’s head, shoving him closer to your pussy as you ride his mouth.

“I’m changing my number, I promise.”

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[ceilidho]

reader's car breaking down on the side of the road somewhere out in swampland, like deep south. no one around for miles because you'd been driving down a deserted road for some reason (to avoid traffic? or maybe because you missed a turn some ways back and got sent down some winding road that you thought your GPS would self-correct but it never did).

and now your tire is blown and you don't have a spare, and your phone signal is completely nonexistent, so you're forced to walk back the way you came to try to get some help (even just to get a weak signal on your phone to call for roadside assistance). but you're terrified because you're walking down a strange road alone in the dead of night, worried not only about running into someone with ill intentions but also any swamp creatures, like the alligators and feral pigs that call the bayou home.

but it isn't long until you see something flicker in between the trees from deep in the woods; light from someone's house. so against your better judgement (only because you've been walking for close to an hour and you still don't have any signal on your phone), you walk towards the light, wincing when your shoes sink into the damp soil. knocking on the door to the waterside cabin when you finally make it through the trees and undergrowth, swatting viciously at the mosquitoes buzzing around you and still uncertain as to whether you should've just kept walking down the road instead of seeking out help from a local.

Ghost looking up at the sound of someone knocking on his door, his whittling hand going still. he never gets visitors these days. it's one of the reasons he moved out here in the first place. he brings the whittling knife with him to the door though, annoyance tasting a lot like bloodlust.

he's pleasantly surprised when he opens the door to find a tasty looking snack on his porch, sweat stains under her arms and hair dishevelled from hiking through the woods. he hasn't come across a pretty thing like you in years, not nestled deep in the woods as he is. he rarely comes across anyone out here. hasn't slacked his thirst or sharpened his teeth on a tender throat in so many moons that he'd forgotten the sharpness of his urges. and here you are, a pretty little kitty all turned around, looking to him for help; all soft and worn down by stress and anxiety, overdue for a good scrub, a rough fuck, and a warm bed.

when he lets you in, he makes sure to lock the door behind him. it's not safe letting kitties out around here; if the gators don't get 'em, the snakes will.