#okay not ACTUALLY starving

[the-pobble-terrarium]

[ringing a dinner bell] COME GET YALLS FOOD

I don’t think he’s normal about that, Scrabby

(For anyone wondering why reblogs are suddenly off, theres a few posts of mine- like this one- that have gotten so many notes it’s genuinely starting to annoy me, so I’m trying to minimize. Sorry!!)

[elsecrytt]

masochist gojo. gojo who's in love with pain, so much that it feels like pleasure, he can barely distinguish between the two anymore.

gojo who's so starved for touch. who's had an infinite space between himself and the whole world for so long, for so many years, every day in and day out.

gojo who's survived off glancing presses when a barista hands him a coffee, the rare hug from his students (who are mostly orphans) that he can't bring himself to decline.

gojo who craves more but can't bring himself to accept it except in fleeting moments with strangers or students.

his hands that long to be held. he wants it so bad that he teases a cursed spirit, laces his fingers with its own, right before he utterly crushes the being in battle, untouchable all over again.

gojo whose skin is hungry for someone else's. he hasn't felt the warmth of a hand in his own in so long. not since - since his youth.

gojo who sometimes wishes he could get hit. who sees the impact of curse techniques on his infinity and feels a wild, strange desire for them to go straight through and strike him.

he imagines it, vividly, being impaled by a long spear (inverted spear) that goes straight through him. how it would lance his flesh so cleanly.

being struck so hard, across the face, in the stomach, enough to knock the wind out of him.

enough to feel it with his whole body.

gojo who wants to be touched so bad he doesn't even care if it hurts anymore. infinity couldn't protect him from geto's betrayal.

gojo who keeps infinity up not because he doesn't want to get hit, but because he's terrified of what he might do when it happens.

gojo who got hard whenever geto sparred with him. he still doesn't know if it was because of geto, or because he had no infinity back then, no way to block the strikes.

he dreams of his youth. bruises littering his pale, pretty form like kisses, proof that he was human, there, that there was someone who could reach him.

dark purple things that turned pretty colors as they healed. he remembers pressing into them, relishing the hurt, feeling like he was getting hit (touched, reached, connected) all over again.

nothing ever touches him again. not like that. not like anything.

he never feels it. he never feels anything.

satoru gojo who wants, so very very badly, to feel something.

pain is a choice for him, always a choice. he alone has the privilege of deciding whether or not anything can touch him.

he could try to let more strangers touch him. one night stands, discreet arrangements. he had a pretty face and a body to match. there was no shortage of willing partners.

he lets them touch him, lets them hurt him. lets them drool over his body and use it at their leisure. they tell him he's beautiful, and he believes them.

white hair, blue eyes, sprawled out with a lean, unmarred body full of bare flesh for them to bite and scratch and bruise. he finds people who will do it, do it hard, fuck him up until he's lost entirely in the feeling of being touched, having someone against him, with him, above him.

it makes him feel like a piece of meat. it makes him feel good.

or he thinks it does, anyways.

sometimes, when he's gone particularly long without sleep, when his partner has gone particularly hard, he gets a real rush.

heart racing out of his chest. a cold sweat that overwhelms him. breaths coming in labored gasps. he can heal himself, he's physically fine, so this must all be in his head.

he acknowledges that information, distantly, like it's not happening to him. it doesn't help.

it feels like part of his body has been ripped away from him, something vital and important, and it's about to get up and run away.

always, always, it happens when his partner is no longer touching him. when he lays alone in the sheets, by his own volition, because of course these partners are not meant to be attachments.

love is not a privilege, though, not for the strongest sorcerer. it's a curse.

it's the only curse which infinity cannot protect him from.

so gojo stays untouchable. distant.

but the hunger doesn't go away. never.

he likes to imagine that suguru swallowed this one last curse before he died. something sweet and bitter, like losses at the arcade, sunny days at the beach, walking together with shoko, nanami, haibara.

but even suguru couldn't have absorbed this curse. it's in his bones, deep, longing and wanting even after he's dead and gone.

gojo is hungry. he is so, so hungry. and he has nothing to eat that will not leave him just as empty as before.

touch-starved. love-starved. pain-craving.

if someone could hurt him then it wouldn't matter that he was terrified of attachment. they could latch onto him, into his heart, under his skin. bury themselves in his chest like they belonged.

they could kill a hundred and twelve people and it wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't be able to kill them.

gojo is hungry, so hungry.

please feed him.

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

[briarrolfe]

She’s feeling photogenic (and very relaxed) today!!!

Yes she IS cuddling the jumper I wore yesterday. Yes I AM emotional about it

Behold: the mother in entirety!!

Just in case you’re wondering “how pregnant is this cat,” the answer is: THIS pregnant.

[phantom-playdough]

Red Son x GN!Reader: Spicy Snacks

Author's note for this one: Red Son and The Demon Bull King's food stand is intact in this story. I know it technically got destroyed, but we are just gonna pretend it got repaired. JUST GO WITH IT >:3

Also, I do know that Red Son's character does not have specific pronouns because the writers say that Red Son refuses to be placed into ONE label. BUT, I decided to make this story with Red Son using he/him pronouns. I actually might make another fanfic with Red Son with different pronouns but I will probably need some ideas for me to write it because my mind is blank asf.

Hope y'all enjoy!!!!

He didn't understand why he felt such a strong tightness in his chest when he ran into them. They were nothing more than yet another pathetic peasant that the Noodle-boy happens to hang around with.

At least, that was just what Red Son kept trying to tell himself.

But on this random day, Red Son was not working, so he decided to go out into town on his first day off in a while. However, he just happened to spot Y/n in the marketplace.

Red Son thought it the slightest bit strange that the noodle-boy wasn't with Y/n today. After all, they always were around him and the dragon girl almost constantly.

For some strange reason, Red Son felt that same tightness in his chest at the thought of Y/n hanging around those peasants instead of him.

Y/n was looking at some of the snacks a random merchant was selling. They were feeling in the mood for something spicy to eat but were having a hard time making up their mind on what to get.

When Red Son saw Y/n eyeing some food, he felt warm inside when he noticed that they were looking for something spicy to eat. And it wasn't the kind of warmth he was accustomed to feeling. Despite, this and the giddiness inside him, Red Son tried to appear as slick and casual as he possibly could when he approached Y/n.

"If it's spicy you want, these are a waste of your time." Red Son said with a drawl.

Y/n spun around and saw the bored expression Red Son had on his face. He glared at the snacks as though they were insulting him, somehow. Though, when Y/n thought about it, that made sense in a way. These snacks were probably nothing compared to what he could whip up.

Red Son honestly expected Y/n to fire back an insult, maybe scoff, or even just roll their eyes at his comment. However, they simply blinked and asked, "What do you suggest then?"

Red Son almost thought that Y/n was being sarcastic for a moment or two. He was so accustomed to other people reacting that way but for some strange reason, Y/n did not. He was so shocked that he didn't respond right away.

"I'm just trying to get something good to eat. So, if you know anything actually spicy, I'd like to know." Y/n said in an even tone.

Red Son finally seemed to snap out of the trance he just entered, replacing his dazed look with one of his trademarked and copyrighted smirks. "Well, if you really want to know, I can make something properly spicy for you."

"Okay. I'd like that."

"I-what?" Red Son honestly made that boast as a way of showing off. Once again, he didn't think Y/n would take what he said seriously. But they seemed genuinely interested in trying his cooking.

"I'd like to try your food. I'll be honest, I've been meaning to go to your food stand at some point anyway."

Welp, at that moment, Red Son was over the moon. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way Red Son's eyes sparkled and how his smirk turned into an almost genuine smile.

"Well, if you think you can handle my glorious cooking, then you're more than welcome to try it!!" Without waiting for a response, Red Son grabbed Y/n's hand and began leading them down the street back to his food stand.

Once the pair got back to the food stand, Red Son walked behind the counter with nothing but pride oozing from him as he threw on his apron and hat.

"What would you like to try first?" Red Son said, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Y/n simply ignored that oddly attractive look and thought for a moment as they looked at the menu.

After thinking it over, they said, "Whatever you recommend."

"What?"

"Whatever you recommend." Y/n repeated.

Red Son hid his shock by chuckling darkly. Or at least he THOUGHT he hid his shock. "Do you really think you can handle that?"

"I don't know. But I wouldn't mind finding out. So long as it's not poisoned, I think I'll live." Y/n said the last bit jokingly.

Red Son just cackled and turned around to get started. "Fine, but don't whine too much if your pathetic mortal taste buds can't handle this."

While Red Son was cooking some extra spicy ramen, he decided to try speaking to Y/n more. To say they captured his interest would be a rather big understatement. Wasting an opportunity like this seemed practically impossible to consider.

"So, why were you by yourself in the market instead of hanging out with the dragon girl and noodle-boy?"

Y/n knew for a fact that they heard spite in Red Son's voice, especially when he said the nickname he gave MK. As much as they wanted to poke fun at him for it, they decided to hold off for a little bit longer. So instead, they just responded, "MK had to do some deliveries for Pigsy and Mei decided to go meditate near the mountains."

Red Son merely grunted as a response. Just as he was starting to scramble for something else to talk about, Y/n broke the silence. "I think it's cool that you do this, y'know."

"Do what?"

"The cooking. It's cool that you are so good at cooking that you know the snacks I was looking at were subpar. Plus, the inventions. That stuff is super cool-looking, and they look like you worked hard on them."

Red Son was so glad that his back was turned to Y/n, as his face was a bright red that matched his hair almost perfectly. Red Son thought it a miracle that his hair hadn't erupted into flames.

"Y-You really think so?" He hated the stutter in his voice, but Y/n wasn't about to cut him a break anytime soon.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

Red Son forced himself out of his dreamy state and focused on pouring Y/n's ramen into a bowl. Once he turned around, he put his smirking face back on, walking over to Y/n's seat with their meal in one hand.

"Good question! Why wouldn't you see my genius inventions or my meals? Everyone should!"

Red Son clearly wasn't accustomed to receiving praise from people aside from his own boasts or his parents (A little more of the former). But it seemed that most other people did not give him much encouragement.

Y/n was honestly just trying to see how starved he was for words of encouragement. So far, it looked like he was very starved.

"I agree." Y/n didn't even wait for a response on his part before reaching up and grabbing the bowl from his hand. The way their hands grazed against Red Son's own made him choke down any retort.

Y/n pulled apart their chopsticks and took a bite of their ramen. Of course, the ramen was incredibly spicy. one should've expected this from a demon that had the power to control fire. But it still was super hot. Y/n swallowed the bite down and coughed a little bit before looking back up to Red Son with a huge smile.

"This is delicious!!" They then went in for another bite.

"Really?" Y/n nodded and spoke with ramen in their mouth, making what they said unsensible. Red Son groaned. "Don't talk with your mouth full, peasant!"

Y/n swallowed the bite and tried again with a slightly hoarse voice from the spices. "I was saying I should've started coming here sooner!" Right at that moment, Y/n's phone went off. They pulled it out while eating and smiled fondly at who it was.

It was MK asking them where they were and how they were doing.

Red Son was just about to turn and walk away, (Maybe to go put his head in the freezer to cool down his fierce blush) when Y/n called his name.

"Hey! Red Son! Come here!" He tensed up a little bit, but still did as he was told.

"What is it? If you want me to--AH!" Red Son was cut off by Y/n pulling him down into the seat next to them and holding him by his neck. Despite Red Son's struggling, Y/n didn't seem unnerved by the situation and just held their phone up, taking a picture of the two of them.

"There we go!" Y/n then let go of Red Son to send the picture to MK.

"Did you have to grab hold of me like that to take a picture?" Red Son said this but did not make a move to scoot away from Y/n, despite their close proximity.

"Sorry, but I doubt you would've agreed to take a picture with me if I just asked you. Besides, I like how this picture turned out!" Y/n pulled it up on their phone and looked at it fondly. Red Son leaned over to get a look at it and even though they both looked rather silly, he wouldn't say he hated the photo.

"You want me to send it to you?" Y/n asked, turning to only see their faces mere centimeters apart. The pair kind of just... sat there staring into each other's eyes.

After a good few seconds, Red Son snapped out of his gazing and turned away, clearing his throat and muttered something. "Yes, I...I'd like that." Y/n smiled and handed him their phone to put in his number. Red Son snatched it, punching his number in and shoving Y/n's phone back into their hands. He then stomped back behind the counter and busied himself.

Despite his roughness, Y/n knew he was being rather gentle in his own way. After all, he was a demon. He could probably throw them through a wall if he wanted to. So, they tried to cut him some slack there.

Y/n finished their food in silence and began to pack up and leave. But right before they left, they decided to do one last daring thing.

They walked behind the counter, turned Red Son around as he was washing some dishes, and kissed him. Red Son couldn't stop his hair from erupting into flames. But he also couldn't stop himself from kissing back. So, he didn't try.

Eventually, the pair parted and both were gasping for air. Y/n smiled and said, "Thanks again for the ramen. How much do I owe you?"

Red Son was still completely overcome with shock with what just happened, so he could barely process what Y/n had just said. He only responded with, "D-don't worry about it." Y/n smiled and gave him one last quick kiss on the lips before turning and rushing out the door.

After a few minutes of processing life as he knew it, Red Son got a notification on his phone. He unlocked it to see the picture Y/n took and a message saying, 'Hope to see you again soon~! <3'

Red couldn't agree help but hope for the same thing.

[star--anon]

Gally hides a lot of his panic attacks and nightmares that he got after he went through the Changing in a desperate attempt to be liked again in the Glade

He was kind of universally hated in the books, apparently becoming extremely unlikeable after he got Stung

which is honestly so sad. What he saw drove him slightly insane and he couldn’t handle it and shut down.

[hope-ur-ok]

I am once again just horrified by how many people there are in the world who think the mass suffering of children is okay

[mahoushojoe]

i literally am not a gale stan or whatever but the way hunger games fans online talk about him makes me want to hit someone with a brick

[salthien]

someone stand behind me with a baseball bat and make me write up the post I've been meaning to make abt sif's hunger as a representation of their desperation for connection/touch/understanding. As soon as I get home

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Tumblr do you WANT me to die???

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

The urge to spend a 100$ on merch before getting my paycheck is so strong. I might not survive soldiers

[realmermaid333]

Sometimes being autistic kinda sucks because I am ahead of my peers in the ways they are behind, and I am behind my peers in the ways they are ahead.

Most people my age are pro-drivers with job experience, dating experience, are already in college, and have larger friend groups. I am behind on these things.

But I have always been very mature and logical for my age. While also being "socially off putting" (i put it in quotes because really it's just that lots of neurotypical ppl are judgmental and kinda boring I'm sorry. I'm only talking about the mean ones). I struggle to make friends my age because we tend to not line up when it comes to emotional maturity. But I do get along with people near their mid 20s-ish. But because unemployed for time being, I am not where the mid-20s homies are

So add all of that together and you get;

Has one irl friend 💔

[xcal1bur25]

It's my hot take that the most infuriatingly tragic part of the whole Artoria and Mordred dynamic is that Mordred was actually the perfect heir, one who could bridge the gap and be the leader Britain both needed and wanted, whereas Artoria could only ever be the former.

However, Artoria's perfectionism, the impossible standard that she held herself to, meant that she would judge even a perfect clone of herself as an unworthy heir. And Mordred isn't a perfect clone of Artoria, Mordred...is a flawed one. A version of Artoria who laughs loudly and rages louder, who wears their heart on their sleeve, whose love of battle is second only to their loyalty to their people. A version of Artoria who is, unlike the original, undeniably, unquestionably, human.

It's the perfect irony. Artoria's true heir is a homunculus who is more human than she ever seemed to be. A weapon forged with the sole purpose of destroying her that hardly needed convincing to swear undying loyalty to her kingdom and ideals. Every bit as brave, every bit as selfless, every bit a born leader (after all, the rebellion did not gather around Mordred out of nowhere) as their father. But also, not an inhuman machine, someone who could laugh and celebrate with their soldiers as much as lead them. One who could be seen to share in their people's anger and joy and grief and everything in between. Everything their father was, and everything their father didn't realize she needed to be, despite an origin and upbringing designed to create the exact opposite.

But because of Artoria's perfectionism, because she saw every bit of her own humanity as the thing that would destroy her country, instead of saving it. She could not understand that for all a king must exist for their people, a king must be of their people as well. Artoria looked her perfect successor in the face, she looked the solution to all her ever-growing problems in the face, she looked the embodiment of all the humanity she was trying to pretend she didn't have in the face,

and she said no.

And for that, Camelot burned.

[lesbianpolar]

I like to divide my manic episodes up into "Fun Mania" and "Shitty Mania". Everybody always talks about Fun Mania, but you hardly ever hear about Shitty Mania.

During a Fun Manic episode, I might do a bunch of home improvement projects

During a Shitty Manic episode, I may START a bunch of home improvement projects, but I jump from project to project so quickly that I don't actually finish any of them. Usually, I will lose interest once I have spent as much money as possible and made as big of a mess as possible.

During a Fun Manic episode, I will eat large amounts of expensive food because food has never been so delicious before, and I am deriving endless amounts of pleasure from even the most mundane of tasks.

During a Shitty Manic episode, I will eat nothing either because I am too busy and it is a struggle to commit to sitting down for 10 minutes straight, or because All Food is Bad and Probably Poison. Also, I have ascended humanity and become God. That floaty feeling? That's me ascending.

During a Fun Manic episode, I am So Famous and Important. Everybody loves me and wants to know every detail about my life. All of my doctors' notes are about how delightful I am.

During a Shitty Manic Episode, THEY are after me. Who is They? We don't have time to discuss. They hear everything and know exactly what I am thinking. Better throw them off my trail by thinking nonsense for the next twenty minutes.

During a Fun Manic episode, I do thorough research into The Best cat foods and decide that none of them are good enough, so I buy everything that I need to make my own and start a rigid feeding schedule. I spend several days focused on nothing but cat food

During a Shitty Manic episode, I forget that I have cats that need food. They cry and scratch at my pant leg that it's Time for Dinner, and I don't notice because I am too busy scraping at a spot on the wall. It's a stain, but I'm sure that if I scratch enough, it will go away. It has been over an hour.

During a Fun Manic episode, I feel perfectly refreshed with only a few hours of sleep.

During a Shitty Manic episode, my eyes ache and burn, and my body demands rest, but my mind will not allow it.

Both Fun Mania and Shitty Mania have disastrous consequences, but when we only talk about Fun Mania, we begin to think that maybe those highs are WORTH the consequences. THEY ARE NOT. Mania is as much of a lying bitch as depression.

[sskk-manifesto]

Omg I actually enjoyed this episode quite a bit!!!

[watercolor-hearts]

I'm going on a holiday with my best friend soon and I've been thinking about “accidentally” packing my stethoscope, too, and hoping she'd bring it up somehow and I could say, “well, it's here, if you want to try it”.

But... It feels so... I don't know. She was the first one I told that I'm into hearts and she's totally okay with it, we role played a lot, but she's... Not the type to bring it up by herself, usually. She's not interested in hearts in a way I am, which is totally okay.

So it feels really weird to pack it and hope it'd be brought up by her. Because I for sure wouldn't bring it up because I wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable.

But...

Ah, it's so difficult guys.