#might fuck around and kms

[freshpickle]

can someone pretty please come and hold my hand and remind me I'm not alone and I'll be okay

[lostbabybunno]

Baby I'm dealing with emotions you haven't even developed yet

[scottspack]

i really want to watch Star Wars Episode 1: The Phantom Menace (1999) dir. George Lucas

[johnslittlespoon]

FUCK i woke up so late but i AM posting tough and sweet ch2 today okay pinky promise <3

[bunnihearted]

🫎

[gayvampyr]

got a fee from my university that’s more than what i made in 3 months working part time and if i don’t pay in full by the 15th they’re sending me to collections and i don’t know what to do 🙃

[unicornsaures]

my amrev mooties watching me mass reblog the outsiders stuff and probably being extremely confused or something

[ilynpilled]

no but fr obsessed with the fact that jaime delivers the so many vows speech himself so ofc he is viscerally and intellectually aware of it all and yet he still has to overdose on copium constantly so he doesnt actually lose it and commit die

[ityrvilitarpa]

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[vulcannic]

the shame i feel after drinking is going to kill me faster than the actual drinking

[rainswept]

i’m up. sighh

[sweetfuse]

in other news i feel so so so so so bad physically that I can’t even work so they have me doing kinda pointless tasks and I feel so fucking worthless on top of everything

[foone]

Have you heard about the Polish Train company, Newag, and the bullshit it turns out they got up to?

So, the regional rail operator Koleje Dolnośląskie bought some Newag Impuls back in 2016 . In late 2021, some of them need to have major maintenance done, as they've been in service a while. So the company SPS (Serwis Pojazdów Szynowych) gets the contract to fix them. They basically take the train apart, replace a bunch of it, following all the rules in the documentation Newag gave them, and... it won't move. The train says everything is fine, the brakes are off, there's plenty of power, but you push the throttle up and it won't move.

SPS spends a while trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong, with no luck. So they hire some hackers from the Polish security group Dragon Sector. Dragon Sector figures out how to get into the code of the computer system that runs the train, and OH MY GOD.

So it turns out there's a secret train-lock system. If it's on, the train won't move. This will be triggered in some situations you might think are normal: the clocks are wrong, the serial numbers of the various parts have changed, and a firmware mismatch between the main computer and the power system. Now, the fact that it makes sense to not run the train in these situations until someone can check it? that doesn't extend to the fact the train uses a SECRET lock system, rather than just popping up an error message telling you what's wrong. There's also the problem that while these are all potential error problems, they can't be cleared by anyone with the technical manuals, which are supposed to cover everything about how to run these trains. Only Newag themselves can reset this system.

Which, you know, keeps SPS from properly fixing them. Only Newag can fix them now, but not because SPS lacks any technical ability, but because Newag sabotaged their own trains. But don't worry: it gets worse.

So now that Dragon Sector knows what's happening, they get to look at other trains. It turns out the trains aren't all running the same software, and there are other tricks in there.

One of them is a "how long has the train been stopped?" check. If the train hasn't hit 60 km/h in 10 days, the train locks itself and won't move until Newag can clear it. So, like, if a train is ever out of service, like it's going to a repair place... it'll break itself. Unless the repair place is owned by Newag.

But two of the trains go further: See, these trains have GPS built in, right? You may be able to guess where this is going...

THEY JUST MAKE THE TRAIN CHECK IF IT IS PARKED AT THEIR COMPETITORS' REPAIR YARD AND BREAK ITSELF IF IT WAS.

The sheer audacity of this move. This is frighteningly bullshit anti-competition self-sabotage.

This has, obviously, made some parts of the Polish government to start investigating this. Newag may be (and hopefully will be) in a lot of trouble.

For more info, there's a great video of a presentation by the three people from Dragon Sector who did the hacking, which was presented at the 37th Chaos Communication Congress in Germany.

Ars Technica also has an article on it, but it predates the presentation so it doesn't have some of the later details.

Anyway, the good news is that in the end the hackers at Dragon Sector were able to unlock most of the trains: A few had additional trickery that they didn't want to hack around, because it might break the train's certification. For the others, they discovered undocumented "cheat codes" in the software that they could use to bypass the secret lockouts... presumably the same ones that Newag would have used when they "repaired" trains.

[bbluefllame]

hcs on how I think mha characters sleep

contains: pure silly stupidness

characters: tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, keigo takami, izuku midoriya, toga himiko, plus one katsuki hc😭

note: LISTEN GANG I WAS SLEEPY BUT I COULDNT SKEEP SO I WAS LIKE OH EM GEE!!! keigo's went out of hand 😔😔😔

tomura shigaraki

- he usually sleeps in his normal attire, he has no energy to get up and change

- sleeps 4 hrs MAX

- his thumbs are always I mean always are covered by the rest of his fingers tightly, he probably decays mattresses every couple of months by accident

- either super light sleeper or super heavy no in-between, probably doesn't even sleep most of the time

- there's no pre-sleep routine. mf just plops down into the bed and blacks out OR he sleeps in his gaming chair😭

- if you're sleeping next to him, he would make sure he's facing the opposite side with his hands dangling at the edge of the bed just to make sure nothing happens to you.

- one thing that makes him black out is playing with his hair, like blackout like snore mimimimi type shit

- he's so still in his sleep, barely moves to the point you might think he's dead if he wasn't breathing‼️

- Overall he'd be a pretty good person to sleep next to (if he even sleeps) just make sure he doesn't have nightmares or everything is done and dusted (literally)

touya todoroki

- he either sleeps naked or something that can't snag on the staples/ irritate his scars (probably naked bcs have you seen his room?? ITS EMPTY EMPTY THERES NOTHING BESIDES HIS USUAL CLOTHES)

- I give him 5-6 hrs maybe then he wakes up but on nights where he's in too much pain, he takes a shit ton of painkillers and tries to sleep just to wake up 2 hrs later

-biggest snorer out there, complete opposite of tomura. esp w those lungs of his omg.

- you could be sleeping and BOOM 🚉 SNOREEEEEE HONKKKK you need earplugs with him, then he wakes up and goes "I don't snore, fuck you mean??"

- he tosses and turns 24/7 also he will 100% steal the blanket and kick you off, at this point it'd be more comfortable to sleep on the ground than to sleep next to him

- yk those videos where it's like someone tweaking while sleeping, like they roll around steal blankets and kick and stuff and do the craziest shit, yeah that's touya

- idk if he has a pre sleep routine I'm leaning towards it depends? he usually just makes sure his scars are clean so he doesn't get an infection and yk die!

- I conclude, a horrible person to sleep next to. Would much rather kms than tolerate a night of his torture!

keigo takami

- this bitch has 2 options, blackout the second he gets home in his hero attire, or if it's a day where he has to recover from an injury or something, these specific navy blue sweatpants and a black t-shirt

- depends on the day he's sleeping either 3 hrs or 9 hrs

- he doesn't snore but he talks in his sleep about the weirdest shit ever "noooo pls don't put me in the airfryer" he 100% has the weirdest fucking dreams to ever exist

- he never sleeps on his back, literally always on his stomach so his wings don't get in the way

- also on the topic of his wings, during said weird dreams if he's running away or something they start flapping and shit😭 it'd be so annoying to sleep next to him

- he sleepwalks 100% you look at that face and tell me he DOESNT?? he's a really light sleeper as well esp for nights where he might be called in

- definitely has a pre sleep routine (if he doesn't immediately blackout) ESP if you're living tg oh em gee, he'd have a longer skincare routine than you (tbf the skincare routine is kind of obligation from him to appeal to the civilians nd shit)

- he'd have a headband on his head pushing his hair back, washing his face, using a toner etcetera, and then going "baaaaaabeeee where'd you put my cosrx snail mucin, I know you used it" and he'd be all sassy and shit (twink cough cough sorry)

- if he's having a calm day, he's being the clingiest cutest little shit, you wanna go to eat? "nooo 5 minutes" . You wanna go to the bathroom? "Ugh be quick" while he's guarding the door waiting to tackle you and drag you back to bed. He's such a little (loving) shit

- he just lays there on top of you not willing to let go with a serene expression on his face, those days are rare though (fuck the commission 😠)

- random but he has some of the worst bed head you could ever see

- overall, kind of annoying to sleep next to (funny as well) but for him, who wouldn't tolerate it 🙏🏼

izuku midoriya

- before OFA bro used to get no sleep he'd have the most fucked up sleep schedule to ever exist ‼️‼️ like during weekends no sleep at all just staying up analyzing new heroes

- w OFA he's sleeping healthily or too much with the amount of energy he uses ESP in the first seasons when he breaks his bones a shit ton

- HIS SLEEP WEAR LMAOAOA funniest thing I've seen i don't have to say anything abt it 😭 a fucking shirt w " t-shirt" on it or sumn

- doesn't snore but moves a lot, and not even kicking?? just flipping side to side or clutching the blanket like he's a woman clutching her purse in the 1800s (no one's taking it from you calm down lil bro)

- occasionally he might talk but it's like 2 words then he flips to the other side

- no pre-sleep routine but that's bc he doesn't need one, his pre-sleep routine is studying or training, BUT bro has to be like wrapping his arms and hands at night or something bcs he's in pain (his arms are fucked up there's no way he doesn't have chronic pain)

- if you're forced to sleep next to each other (insert ur own fanfic idea of why) he would be so tense he'd have his hands by his side tryna not sleep so he doesn't annoy you, at this point, you'd be annoyed by how tense he is

- he's not a bad person to sleep next to tbf, just like he might be kinda annoying that's it

Toga Himiko

- she has pink pj's and everything she's such a cutie (some have blood on them but whoops accident!)

- she sleeps with plushies (her room is adorable. search it up pleek‼️), changes the plushie every night so "every single one of them feels loved"

- she sleeps pretty healthily although on the low side 6-7 hrs prolly, she's told by compress "You're a growing girl, you need your sleep" or something similar when she wakes up too early

- she's more giggles in her sleep rather than anything, maybe whispers a name then goes teehehehe, she's pretty calm in her sleep honestly

- she has a pre-sleep routine and it's adorable, if it's in the broke era she steals face masks (specifically hello kitty ones), moisturizers, toners, face washes and skips back to the base with a smile on her face

- has 100% forced a couple of the league members to use the face masks

- has music blasting (for some reason I see her playing like a g6 and bopping her head while putting stuff on) at 10 pm, she 100% has been forced to turn it off bcs it woke everyone up

- she's such a cuddly person as well but in the best way possible, before sleeping though 100% there's gonna be gossiping or just yapping tg

overall my favorite !! silliest girl to ever exist I luv her

bonus katsuki

- bro sleeps like a Victorian child dying from the plague, waiting for a true loves kiss type shit you'd see him and go "wtf okay disney princess😟"

[4ngels0uls]

oh please… just fuck me. - C.B

based of this

don’t like? don’t read.

summary: you get super high at a party, high to the point your on the verge of greening out. when you get home carrington immediately notices and try’s to put you to bed but you have other plans.

paring: fem!reader + bsf!carrington.

warnings: SMUT, mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol, best friends to fuck buddies, begging, use of y/n, basically of porn no plot😔, oral (fem!receiving),

a/n: i’m bored and i’m going to go kms, byeE. ALSO 300 FOLLOWERS 🤭🤭🤭 gosh i love you guys. in a gay way.

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first person

i’m set at a party, dancing and feeling myself. the red solo cup in my hand as i bump my hips with my friends. laughing over the blasting music in the background. till some guy comes around. “want a joint?” he asks, “fuck yeah.” i answer as take it from his hand. i get a lighter from my friend and inhale the joint. i dance with the joint in my hand.

then i feel the weed hit me hard, and i mean hard. fucking acid hard. i’m panicking crazy. “i need to go home christina!” i yell over the music as she’s the only one that’s not drinking. “yeah okay!” she yells back.

i’m tripping BALLS, and i just want to go home to carrington, i love carrington so much, to the point were i caught feelings for him…

she gets all ready then we go over to her car. “do you mind if i finish this?” i ask and i’m BAKED asf, smiling like a maniac.

she smiles then nods “go ahead girl.” she says as i light the joint and roll the window down. i inhale the joint, choking on the smoke. “ahhh… i love you christina.” i say with passion. “i love you too y/n.” she chuckles.

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i stumble through the door. “carringtonnnn!” i yell. “carringtonnnnn!” i yell again. carrington comes over and sees me smiling crazy. “fuck sakes y/n. your high?” he says, considering i said i won’t drink or smoke. i might have lied. i climb up the stairs like i’m a fucking child. “jesus y/n. c’mere let’s just go to bed, okay?” carrington says as he helps me walk to my room. i stumble through my room. i let a little whine out as i feel my thighs squeeze. “carringtonnn?” i whine.

he swallows when he hears my whine. “y-yeah?” he says with a dry, raspy voice. “m’ horny.” i whine. “w-what?” “i’m horny carringtonnn” “your just high.” he replies. “i need you.” i whine again. “no y/n you’ll regret it in the morning.” he says. “for fuck sakes carrington! i really like you and i’m horny so could you please jus fuc-“ i get cut off by him smashing his lips into mine.

i stay shocked for a second before kissing back immediately. he climbs on top of me. he kisses down my neck to my collarbone. he lifts my shirt up and throws it on the ground. he looks up at me and smiles as i smile back. he reaches for the back of my bra. he unclips it’s with ease. he throws that also as he takes his shirt off. he slides my nipple into his mouth as he begins to swirl his tongue around it.

i let a small whine out as he continues. “let’s take this off, hey?” he asks as i nod. he slides my sweat pants down my legs to see my bright red lacy thong. “matching set, huh?” he mumbles as you laugh a tiny bit. i nod as i look down at him. he slowly pulls the thong off, making me more impatient. “carringtonn oh please just fuck me..” i whine. “such a needy girl.” he says with a raspy tone. he finally takes the thong off and grabs my thighs and kisses my inner thighs, teasing me..again.

he decides to finally stop teasing and he sucks on my clit. i let a gasp out as he continues. “oh fuck.” i groan. i bite my lip as he continues. i begin to grind into his face as he continues. i let breathlessly moans out as he sucks on my clit.

i latch my hands onto his head, pulling his hair. “ohhh fuck carrington!” i moan out. he paces begins to fasten. he sticks his tongue into my hole, making this all worse. “fuck!” i moan loudly. i arch my back a little as eats my pussy like it’s his last ever meal. i bite my lip trying not to be as loud. “fuck me!” i scream as i cum on his chin and in his mouth. i slowly let go of his hair and quit arching my back, i pant as i lay back.

carrington chuckles as he goes up and hovers above me. “god your so hot.” he mumbled before attacking my neck. i wrap my arms around his neck. he pulls away and lines his dick up with my core. he teases by running his tip up and down my slits. “stop teasing.” i groan. eventually he shoves himself inside me, my core swallowing his cock. i instantly grip his shoulders. he goes down and takes my nipple into his mouth.

holy shit.. i’ve never had better high sex, i’ve never really actually had sex while i was high… i moan softly as he takes my nipple into his mouth. i feel his tongue swirling around my nipple. i hold his hand as he has my nipple in his mouth, thrusting deep inside me. jesus i feel like i’m fucking amazing… he pulls away from my nipple and begins to hold my hips and pounds into me like crazy. “o-o-oh fuck!” i scream though out his thrusts.

i arch my back at his thrusts. he pulls out and throws me over and puts me into doggy style. “arch your back, pretty girl.” he mumbles as i do what he wants me to do. i whine as he slams himself into me, making me scream. he grips my hips for him to thrust more than he is. “o-oh fuck carrington!” i scream as he’s fucking me like crazy. he grabs my wrists and puts them behind me, i clench my hand into a fist as i squeeze my eyes shut. a “a-ah ah a-ahh!” comes out each time he thrusts. “carrington!” is all i can think of right now.

my mind is completely blank. “fuck carrington! M’ close!” i scream. “yeah? are you?” he teases. he throws his head back and groans. “p-please i’m so close carrington!” i scream. “wait a little bit, okay baby?” he mumbles. i moan loudly as he continues to talk, while railing me like crazy. “p-please!” i moan. “can you wait for me, my love? i’m almost there.” he says, nicely but also him fucking me crazy. my legs shake from the pleasure.

he thrusts at an insane pace. “s-such a good girl.” he mumbles while groaning. “you wanna cum, pretty girl?” he groans. “p-please!” i scream. “g-go ahead now.” he smiles. as soon as i hear his words, my release crashes over me. “ohh fuckk!”. i scream as i arch my back. he’s right behind me, as soon as he hears and feels me cum, he’s instantly cumming with me, shooting his seed into me, my walls all white. he pulls out of me slowly.

i whine as he pulls out, his cum also leaking out of me. he stares in awe. “fuck your hot..” he mumbles as he lays beside me. “M’ tired.” i mumble as i lay on my side, closing my eyes. carrington goes over and spoons me. he kisses my cheek and i slowly fall asleep in his arms as he hugs me and spoons me, soon enough he’s asleep with me…

but oh please… just fuck me…

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a/n

sorry for this being short. i’m writing another smut at the same time.

thanks for reading.

[honeekyuu]

talk too much. [suna rintarou x reader]

eight. stick hand

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a/n. SUNA RINTAROU POV FOR THE FUCKING WIN

warnings: swearing, a LOT of kms jokes

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

✗ !!! ignore timestamps !!! ✗

Rintarou stares down at his phone, bouncing his knee anxiously while he chews on his lip. You’d gone offline four minutes ago, asking him to give you ‘just a second’. He doesn’t know what that means, and it scares him. 

He’s sitting in the kitchen of his tiny studio apartment, charcoal sticks scattered haphazardly on the table in front of him and several sheets of sketch paper trapped under his elbows while he glares nervously down at his phone. His skin is dusted with black carbon, and the rough sketches of you – the way he sees you in his memory, in the space behind his eyes that drifts often to you throughout the day – stare up at him from the paper.

He’s worried he’s crossed a line. He’d been a little rash, frustrated with the way you’d spoken about yourself, the way you’d avoided speaking about yourself. He’d just wanted you to see. To understand that he means what he says and he’s never once spoken without meaning. That when he calls you beautiful, what he really means is that every picture you send makes him want to bury his face in his hands and scream – because he’s overwhelmed with the need to touch you and hold you. To know you, to be in your space and in your way, because you make him feel nervous in ways he’s never felt before.

“Fuck,” he sighs, running dirty fingers through his bangs and pushing them out of his face. The time ticks past another minute, and regret forms a pit in his stomach. His knee bounces with increased irritation. He must have fucked up.

And then you call.

His phone lights up in his hand, screen flashing with ‘Incoming call from Pretty Girl’. 

“Oh, shit-” Rintarou drops his phone on the table, standing quickly and stumbling over the legs of the chair as he backs away.

He’s never spoken to you on the phone before. He’s sent the occasional voice note, and he’s heard your voice in the same way, but it’s never been this. He’s too scared to do it like this.

He shouldn’t be – he’s never been as comfortable around someone as he is around you. He’s been begging to see you, to meet you. He’d even called you, too, just a few days ago when you’d sent him the pictures of yourself. But he’d done it without thinking, too busy freaking out over the development in his friendship with you to even consider that talking on the phone – hearing your voice – might be too much for him.

He’s scared to fall for you. Scared because he already has. He doesn’t know how to be good for you, how to be someone you can trust with anything. You still fight to accept the things he says to you, and he worries sometimes that it’s because he’s not good enough at convincing you. At showing you that you’re all he wants. 

He’s scared that he’s falling too fast, that he’s going to fall alone. That it’s too early to think that you’re perfect – because he knows that you’re flawed, but God, he thinks you might just be perfect for him. But he’d be insane to give into that thought. It’s only been six weeks.

It’s only been six weeks, and he’s completely hopeless.

He doesn’t know if he can answer your call.

It goes to voicemail. He regrets not answering it.

You text.

‘please pick up, suna’

He’d do anything you say.

Hopeless.

His phone flashes with the incoming call again. He picks it up with a shaky breath and presses it to his ear.

“Hello?” His voice sounds gravelly in his own ears, rough with underuse after spending all day home alone. There’s quiet on the other end, quiet that lasts long enough to make his stomach twist. “Y/n?” 

“Hi,” you breathe. “Hi, Suna.”

Falling in love is painful, he thinks.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he whispers, entirely alone in his apartment. Entirely incapable of speaking any louder than this. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Walking to my next class,” you say, and Rintarou hears the splash of cars passing in the background. 

“Still raining?”

“Pouring.”

He swallows. “You didn’t have to call. I don’t want to interrupt your day.”

Another pause. His stomach turns and flips anxiously. He runs his fingers through his bangs again and chews on his lip.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

He breathes out a laugh, the air shaky as it leaves his lungs. “In that case, I’m perfectly happy to interrupt your day.” When you laugh, soft and gentle in his ear, he takes a very firm seat on his couch, knees close to giving out. “God, you have a pretty laugh. That’s no fair.”

“You’re so stupid, Suna.” 

“Yeah,” he says, propping his elbows up on his knees and smiling down at nothing. “You kind of have that effect on me.”

“Did you really draw those for me?” you ask, and he hears the quiet beep of the crosswalk behind you. 

“Got the charcoal fingers to prove it,” he says, smile widening when you laugh breathily.

“They were really pretty.”

“That’s because you’re really pretty.”

You inhale sharply. He waits for you to reject his words.

“You really think that?”

His heart surges with hope, and he clings to it. “With every fiber of my being, Y/n. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” You swallow audibly and make a sound like you’re going to deflect the compliment, but he doesn’t let you. He pushes, because he doesn’t know when he’ll get this chance again. One where you might just hear him. “You’re so pretty it makes me nervous. I’m literally nauseous right now. I’m almost terrified to meet you in person – that’s how pretty you are.”

“No one’s ever thought that before.”

“I think that,” he says, urging you to listen. “I do, Y/n. I’ve thought it from the very beginning.” You’re further from the street now, he notices — the sounds of traffic have faded. He glances at the time. He only has five minutes left with you. “Are you at your next class?”

“Mhm,” you mumble. “Math building.” And then you take a breath, pausing for a moment before speaking. He does his best not to panic about the time ticking away. “You might get bored of me, Suna. You might find another girl.”

A prettier girl, is what you mean. He hears it in the silence. 

“I told you,” he says, scrubbing his brow with one knuckle. “There’s only one girl for me.”

“It might be too soon to say that.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah. I know. I know it’s soon, but I also know how I feel, so I don’t know what else to say.” By the time he's done, his voice is nothing more than a whisper again. He'd lost his confidence. He's too nervous.

You stay quiet, and his knee starts to bounce again. He’s worried you’ll hang up. That you won’t address the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“I know how I feel, too.”

The air is pushed from Rintarou’s lungs in one blow to the chest. The butterflies he’d been trying to tamper down are back, rushing through his blood and his veins and making his skin prickle with sweat. He laughs once, and then he keeps laughing – delirious and disbelieving, because he’s never once been this lucky in his entire life.

“You mean that, pretty girl?” he says through his insanity, the question bubbling out of his mouth while he cards his fingers roughly into his hair and tugs hard at his roots. Harder, until it hurts, just to check that he’s not dreaming.

“I’m not gonna stop being difficult and frustrating,” you say, as if that could ever drive him away. “I’m doing my best, but it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“Everything about you is pretty,” he argues, grinning wide when you giggle on the other end of the line. “And I already know that. I already know that I might never be able to convince you to feel differently about yourself.” He shakes his head, still smiling. “But I’m not ever gonna stop telling you how I feel about you. And to me, you’re-”

“The prettiest thing you’ve ever seen – I know,” you say, your eye-roll obvious even through the phone. “Keep it up, and I might just start to believe you.”

Rintarou jumps up, throwing his fist and screaming silently to himself. Like an idiot, he cheers to no one. Because that’s what he is for you, over and over again, willingly and gratefully. An idiot, one who falls fast and hard and with all his feelings, hoping you’ll do anything and everything with them.

Idiocy’s starting to feel a little like falling in love.

i'm here again, talkin' myself out of // my own happiness

talk too much [renee rapp].