#jokingly mind you

[auroramosaic]

truly I am sick of the phrases "stop dating men" and "men suck". LIKE come on. we've moved past this terfy shit.

demonizing masculinity is such a cold take. like would you say men suck to a newly transitioning trans man? hell if you did he might even agree like "yeah I know haha", but that shit leaves imprints in you. If you start to feel like the queer community, your home, hates/doesn't trust/thinks they're better than men, why would you want to be one??

It's not that I don't understand where people who say this are coming from. I used to say shit like that when I was young. But I've read too many trans people nervous to be men or who dampen their expressions of masculinity to not be seen as a creep or just to not be avoided by people who should be welcoming to them.

PLEASE tell me I'm not insane for thinking this

[iffasart]

Im only on episode 12 (send help)

But I think is practically canon that laudna is very clingy so whenever imogen has a VERY close call (almost all the time) laudna gets worried and has to be at all times glued to imogen to remind herself that she's still alive

[skhardwarevers1]

I made my friend listen to the new cover and she looked me dead in the fucking eyes and said “he’s gonna need some tea after that”

[phoenixcatch7]

We should totally have more jl fics where someone is acting ooc and immediately everyone is trying to determine whether they're an imposter or brainwashed or possessed without making it obvious.

Like, a running joke on the tower. Batman makes a sarcastic joke and flash immediately asks him to blink twice if he's under mind control.

Someone starting a sentence with 'Not to be possessed but -'

People calling off sick by saying 'if I come in today that's not me and you should arrest them' and then dragging themselves in to pick up something they accidentally left and everyone takes the mick by saying stuff like 'this isn't you! I believe in you, you can fight this!' when they're grabbing a hoodie from a chair like har har.

Superhero community slang just in general slipping into their civilian lives. Clark says 'before I start I assure you I have not had my will superseded by mister mind' as an ice breaker at a presentation and gets weird and worried looks all night.

It actually ends up helping on several occasions because it's so very very hard to infiltrate an extremely high risk team and then respond in kind without missing a beat when people casually accuse you of being an imposter because you didn't hold your pen the way you normally do. It'd wreck any controlling consciousness' self esteem XD. They've made several shapeshifters cry.

Also the exasperated sighs when you make a suggestion you normally wouldn't and everyone starts squinting at you looking for anything out of the ordinary.

[aceghosts]

OR " you're definitely over-dressed for what i had in mind tonight... " + Rooney x Yorinobu 👀

Thanks for sending this one! I had a little fun with this one; I wanted to write something kind of silly and playful.

[Prompt List]

Summary: Rooney and Yorinobu have a free night for once. Things don't go as planned. Words: 1,150 words. Content Warnings: Goofy Flirting, (I love these two, but I cannot never write them as not goofily flirting with each other), Foreplay, Humping, Making out, Interruptions, and a reference to masturbation at the end. I think that should be everything.

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You should come over, Rooney texts, I have the night off. How can Yorinobu refuse? Rooney’s work as a private investigator in Night City leaves them with little free time. (Too many times he has watched them drag themself into bed at all hours of day or night only to leave a few hours later.)

As the metal scissor elevator gate doors open to Rooney’s Glenn loft with a grating sound, Rooney looks over their shoulder from the brown leather couch, smiling as he steps in. They rise, placing their phone on the coffee table, approaching Yorinobu as he hangs his coat up. Rooney reaches him, cupping his face tenderly. Softly, they press their lips against his, a way of welcoming him as his hands come to rest on their hips. “Glad you were able to get out early for the afternoon.”

“I am the boss…”

“Must be one of those perks.”

“It is,” Yorinobu kisses them again, Rooney happily humming into the kiss, sending a tingle up his spine, “You are home early.”

“I’m waiting for a lead to follow up with me,” Rooney’s hands come down to his chest, “I thought we could spend some quality time together while I’m waiting. Maybe, have a date night…”

A date sounds wonderful. Yorinobu and Rooney have not gone on a date in a while, and he knows of a few places he would love to take Rooney. (He also wants to show them off, but Rooney’s enjoyment is a bigger factor.) “We should go out for dinner. Do you have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking we could have a quiet night in. Just you and I,” They purr, a sultry look in their ocean-blue eyes. He shivers in eager anticipation at their next move.

“Oh? What do you have in mind?” Yorinobu asks playfully.

“Well,” Rooney smirks, looking him up and down with agonizing slowness, “You’re definitely over-dressed for what I had in mind tonight.”

“Am I now?” Yorinobu takes the chance to look them over. “You seem overdressed as well…”

“I hoped we could both help each other,” They jest, “I know I’ll need your help.”

“Tease.” Yorinobu kisses them roughly, Rooney tasting like peppermint and honey. Their hands grip the silk fabric of his vest tightly, and excitement rises in his chest. It is going to be one of those nights. A night where neither can keep their hands off each other for very long. When he pulls away, Yorinobu asks, “Shall I help you?”

Rooney nods, eyes wide with desire as they pull away from him. They smile adoringly at him as they beckon him to follow them to the sectional couch with their finger. Yorinobu complies, reaching for Rooney as the pair reach the sectional. Deftly, they slip out of his grasp with a playful wink. They gently push him down onto the couch. Yorinobu moves back until he hits the corner, making himself comfortable. Rooney straddles him, leaning down to kiss Yorinobu as his fingers slide under the edges of their black turtleneck, ghosting over their skin. When they pull away, Yorinobu helps Rooney out of their turtleneck, leaving them in nothing but a basic black bra as he tosses the turtleneck aside. Their bra is quick to join their turtleneck. What a view, Yorinobu thinks, as his eyes roam over their skin decorated with freckles and scars. Yorinobu has planted so many kisses on Rooney’s freckles and scars, and he looks forward to it every time.

Hearing the pop of one of the buttons on his vest, Yorinobu tears his gaze away to find Rooney’s fingers deftly undoing his vest. As they finish, he starts on his shirt, too impatient for Rooney. They raise a red eyebrow. “I thought I was supposed to be helping you.” 

“Too excited,” He replies, allowing Rooney to help him out of his shirt and vest. Rooney slowly drags their hands down his chest, their touch playful and arousing. They are going to drive him mad. Yorinobu’s hands find their hips, seating Rooney firmly in his lap, grunting as he rolls his hips.

Yorinobu must have hit the right spot, Rooney letting out a needy moan with a shudder. His fingers dig into their leather pants, keeping them seated. They wrap their arms around his neck, Yorinobu thrusting again as Rooney whines. Rooney keeps whining, their hips moving in tandem with his. He groans, a guttural sound as hunger courses through him. Yorinobu’s cock throbs, growing harder as Rooney rides him, the friction from their hips overstimulating him. Rooney’s head is titled back, eyes filled with lust as a breathy moan escapes them. Yorinobu cannot wait until he is thrusting into them, Rooney crying his name from pleasure as he gets to watch them. At the image, he thrusts harder, a sharp mewl escaping from their lips. “Yori-Yori…please-,” Rooney begs, face flushed.

“Use your words,” He rasps.

“I-I need you to fuck me,” Rooney is frantic, desperate even, “please.”

“That’s my Roo-.” A ringtone cuts him off, Rooney’s eyes widening in shock.

“Fuck,” Rooney swears, annoyed, “Hold on for a minute.” He lets go of them as Rooney leans over, grabbing their cell phone off the table. Please don’t let this be urgent. Please let Rooney be able to save this for some other time. “Hey, is this urg-.” The person on the other end cuts them off, Rooney closing their eyes tightly and pinching the bridge of their nose. “Okay,” They respond, disappointment coloring their voice, “I’ll head there now.” Rooney hangs up, looking at him apologetically. “Yori, I’m so sorry, I-.”

“Have to go,” He finishes for them, frustrated and disappointed, “I understand.” He really does, but Yorinobu was looking forward to this, to having Rooney all to himself.

“I really am sorry,” they say, getting up and placing their phone on the table. Rooney grabs their bra from the floor and puts it back on, “I thought we were going to have more time.”

 Yorinobu shakes his head. “You do not have to apologize.”

Rooney looks guilty as they pull on their turtleneck.  “I really was looking forward to this. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You do not have to-.”

“Yori,” they cut him off, their tone firm, “I wanted you to fuck me until I couldn’t walk tonight. I promise I am going to make this up to you.”

He smirks, knowing how Rooney always keeps their promises, especially with something like this. “I look forward to it.”

“Good. Make yourself comfortable. I’m hoping I won’t be long,” Rooney kisses him goodbye, sealing their promise to him. They leave him, slipping on their coat and shoes before stepping into the elevator. The scissor door closes, and Rooney winks, before disappearing and leaving him alone in their apartment. Until they come back, tonight is going to be between Yorinobu and his hand. 

[bitchwholikesshitposting]

Fucking love the idea of the chassis being an amplifier because you kinda get the best of both worlds from the whole chassis theory argument where wheatley's still being influenced but you keep the complexity of his character intact, plus you get the double whammy existential crisis of being driven to do horrible things but still having to deal with the fact after you come to your senses that no matter which way you look at it was still all you. In this essay I will

Ignore the giant rant in the tags its 1 AM

[apollos-boyfriend]

i love the difference between jaiden and bobby’s relationship vs roier and bobby’s because with jaiden bobby’s very sweet, very willing to help, kind of the most perfect angel who just really loves his mom and with roier he’s just as willing and loving but he also dunks on roier whenever he can and does not hesitate to shoot him. kind of the most family ever

[meirimerens]

I've only now noticed Eva Yan's scars on your drawings of her, is there any story or headcanon behind them?

keeping it real babygirl [gender neutral] the story is that this woman canonically kills herself, canonically contemplates suicide, quite explicitly mentioning the method she intents on using to you (with implications that she has, at the very least, thought about it/thought it through before), and lives with broken mirrors so she cannot (/doesn't have to) see her face like i just think She Is Mentally Unwell. like as a long-term, enduring, persistent thing, She Is Mentally Unwell and the plague is just worsening her condition, while it didn't cause it. the storey/headcanon is that she is mentally ill, openly and canonically has self-destructive tendencies, so. the scars are here because she lives with a lil something something in her mind which drives her to plenty of destructive acts in ways big and small. ywkim

[politemagic]

going from being the friend banned from the aux bc my music was “weird” to having people listen to my favorite band bc of how much i talk about them is just. it’s healing a small broken part of my heart

[uu-tella]

At some point before the battle against Spring,

Bunny wanted a Christmas tree and they all had to improvise.

(Happy Holidays, everyone!)

Commission by @lovethedanielhd

[tadpolebobatea]

I gotta work on my time management (person who has art to finish for college but is going to make fan art instead(as well))

[laughinglynx]

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[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Yesterday I got the chance to go on the zip line, and I'm desperately afraid of heights but I still want to do things at heights, like the climbing wall or a high ropes course. And I've tried both of those things but quit very soon or before even starting, because I can't fucking do heights. But last night I got the chance to do zip line and I really wanted to, but was incredibly terrified.

So one of my dearest friends, a woman I deeply like and love, first reassured me (I was afraid I was too heavy for the zip line) and then said "Would it help if I went with you?" And yeah, she's one of the sweetest people I've ever met and she's an incredibly comforting presence, of course I said yes.

So we walked up to the zip line platform, and this is her job so she's very good at reassuring people (usually little children, but it worked for me too) who are scared to go on the climbing wall or zip line. So as I was trying to comfort myself, she told me how it would work, and that I could just sit and the harness would hold me, so I tried that and it helped, and she told me I could just lift my legs and I'd go. So I did, and she went at the same time as me, and

My god, the anxiety and the thrill, flying through the air with her next to me, seeing her wave at me as we went, getting off at the end and her asking, "So do you want to do it again?" And wanting to do it again with her, it was one of the most amazing feelings I've ever felt. I truly felt like I could've done anything I wanted with her by my side.

[jinhyun]

dude. i just divorced two people 🧍🏻‍♀️

[nervocat]

I feel like it might be silly to care sm that whenever I'm gone and my mom has to do my chores, she doesn't feed or water my bird bc he tries to bite everyone but me

[vocalhitches]

what is with blonde cu/rse users and being extremely scantily clad during the autumn/winter seasons