#pls pls let me be wrong

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

im a simple guy! i think about puppy Barnaby. i promptly explode into bloody heart-shaped confetti

[hannieehaee]

do u have any fav fics / writers on here ? pls do recs!! love u

hi<3 love u too!!! i dont read fanfics that much so im just gonna make a list of my favorite work of each member c:

seungcheol - the great war by @amourcheol

jeonghan - titty-shirt by @beefboyandbabygirl

joshua - virgin killer by @wonusite

jun - boobjob virgin by @wonuvs

hoshi - make me feel by @secndlife

wonwoo - meant to be yours by @cheolhub

woozi - the perks of being that guy by @ncteez

seokmin - yuck! by @himbocoups

mingyu - boyfriend chronicles by @euphor1a

minghao - midnight cravings by @onlyhuis

seungkwan - voice by @cheolism

vernon - now you see me by @miraclewoozi

chan - crybaby by @toruro

[burninblood]

tiny buckynat sketch

[naveyistrying]

Rapunzel, let your hair down!

Image description: fanart of Rapunzel from Tangled as a desi woman. She has brown skin, brown hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair is curly. Her head is tilted upwards and she has a serene and wistful expression on her face. She smiles softly while she brushes her long hair. She is wearing a purple and magenta saree and her pupils are stylized to look like the sun. The same motif is on her brush and saree. There are seven sundrop flowers floting around her in the background

[viperwhispered]

Too Fast

Part 4 of Jamil versus feelings (aka How Not to Be Swept Under, aka the Too Much series). Let's see how Jamil's plan of action pans out. Part 1, part 2, part 3.

Jamil had a plan.

He already knew he could make you smile, even laugh. That you sought out his company - and not just to sample his cooking (or Kalim’s generosity). Like that time when Jamil had helped you with your homework - considering how little you needed the help, it seemed to have been an excuse on both your sides to just spend time with each other.

Jamil knew the foods that would bring that delighted sparkle to your eye, knew when to step in before you were overwhelmed. You often shared any news with Jamil, filling him in the little happenings of your life - and had gotten him to do the same with you, too. He’d listened to you reminisce about your childhood and your home, even knew a few embarrassing secrets you’d revealed over the course of your conversations.

In short, it was clear that you had some degree of fondness for him.

However, Jamil had yet to ascertain the exact nature of how you felt about him.

But he was certain he could pull it out of you. Nudge you to act, to talk, so that he could gather those signs to tell him if you were open for more.

He’d see if you truly didn’t speak to others the same way you did to him. If you truly didn’t give others that look which always made things so difficult for him.

There had been those times when you had blushed in Jamil’s presence. You’d flustered, stuttered, restless fingers showing your nervousness.

But Jamil needed to make sure if it was because of him, or just the situations you’d been in.

Jamil had recognized the things you were doing, how you kept on getting closer to him.

But he needed to know if it all was enough for what he wanted with you.

And if not… Well. Perhaps there was something to be done about that. Given enough time, enough attention…

He could be a listening ear, a supporting presence, get to know you further, if he needed to.

Yes, he wanted you to be his sooner rather than later, but if he had to wait and work for it, he would.

After all, it was not like him to ruin such things with haste.

When Jamil’s phone buzzed, he pulled it out without even thinking about it.

Before, he always dreaded it, his phone typically only coming to life when Kalim needed something or there was another crisis to deal with.

Yet, nowadays, there was always the hope of it being you.

Jamil hefted his gym bag over his shoulder and unlocked his phone. The basketball club had run late today, and he needed to hurry back to Scarabia - but not before checking the message.

Thankfully, you were indeed the sender.

Hey, wanna go out to the town sometime? Cater told me there’s a nice cafe that opened recently.

Another message popped in before Jamil could finish reading the first.

Like, go out as a date.

The phone slipped from Jamil’s grip, landing on the locker room bench with a thud.

“Hey, Jamil, what’s got you so clumsy?” Ace said, peering at Jamil with a teasing grin.

Jamil cursed himself internally, quickly hiding your messages from view. Normally, he would’ve been walking across campus at this time, perhaps at the dorm already, rather than under the watchful eyes of his clubmates.

But, of course, not today.

“Just fumbled,” Jamil said, struggling to school his expression back to neutral.

“You sure about that? You’re looking awfully flustered,” Ace snickered.

“Ooo, is Sea Snake getting some exciting messages?” Floyd asked, looming closer.

Jamil gave both of them a sharp glare - the effect perhaps hampered by his flushed complexion. He really did not need Floyd and Ace’s antics on top of this bombshell right now.

“Must be the effects of the practice,” Jamil said with a tone of finality.

Not that that seemed to deter the two, now that they’d gotten a taste of blood in the water.

Rather than bickering with them further Jamil grabbed his things and hurried off. He almost expected Floyd to chase after him, even half-dressed as Floyd still was, but thankfully the eel did not seem to be in that much of an inquisitive mood today.

Small blessings.

Jamil was barely aware of his surroundings as he walked, his heart beating a more frantic rhythm than it had during the practice.

How was he supposed to respond to you?

He had not even done anything as he planned, and you already…

Jamil shook his head, tried to keep himself together despite the turmoil your little messages had thrown him into.

Sure, he had intended to push you to act, to reveal the nature of your feelings.

Yet that had left Jamil woefully unprepared for this.

Jamil stared at his phone again, barely remembering to blink or breathe, nearly colliding head-first with some other students.

Finally, he typed out a message.

Are you serious?

Your reply was almost immediate.

Yes

Jamil fidgeted with the strings of his hood, watching the little bubble that told him you were still typing.

Sorry for being a coward and not asking in person.

If you don't feel the same way we can just pretend this never happened.

Oh how Jamil wished he could see your expression right now, could talk to you in person, get to the bottom of this.

Or would it be better to respond to you in text, without worries of stumbling over his words, or getting caught in your eyes like a deer in headlights?

Jamil started writing a reply, frowned and erased it, began to compose another.

He took a deep breath, briefly lifting his eyes from the phone to check where he was going.

What did he have planned for today, anyway? How much time could he clear for you?

Mind abuzz with plans, Jamil tried again.

Can I come over later? I’ll bring something to eat.

I’d rather talk this over in private first, if that’s okay with you.

A few more messages, setting the time, assuring you that he was not opposed to your proposal. Then Jamil shoved the phone into his pocket, reviewing his options.

He’d make something quick for Kalim’s dinner while preparing something to share with you. (What could he make with the time and ingredients he had that you really liked? What about dessert? He knew how much you enjoyed sweets, after all.)

Kalim had no homework deadlines or quizzes tomorrow, and Jamil’s own schoolwork schedule had room for adjustment, as well. They could catch up later. (He’d have to make sure he looked impeccable. Would flowers be too much? Would he have the time to visit Sam’s for them?)

Jamil might have to get up a little early tomorrow for a few things, but he’d deal with that tomorrow. (What if you’d let him stay late? How close would you let him tonight? Would you let him hold you? Maybe even kiss you?)

When Jamil realized that he was standing in front of Sam’s shop instead of the mirror to Scarabia, he simply stared at the storefront for a moment, uncomprehending.

Then Jamil shook his head, frowning.

He’d have to focus, keep his mind on target. He couldn’t afford to mess this up.

Yet, despite his best efforts, Jamil salted the food twice, having to scramble to fix the flavor. When he left Scarabia he nearly left behind the small package he’d picked up at Sam’s, forced to turn back to retrieve.

And when he walked over to your dorm, Jamil had to consciously tell himself to slow down, lest he’d appear too frazzled by the time he made it.

Mentally, Jamil berated himself. Get a grip! After everything Kalim has thrown your way, you can definitely handle this.

Yet, Jamil still had to steel himself before he rapped on your door.

Jamil’s greeting nearly caught in his throat when he saw you.

He could see the effort you’d put in, dressing up a little, yet more than that it was all those emotions swirling on your features that took his breath away. The nervous excitement which had you fidget in place, the radiance in your smile, the way your eyes seemed to drink him in…

Jamil cleared his throat, determined to not drown in you.

“Thank you for accepting me on such short notice,” Jamil said, handing you a small, neatly wrapped box.

With a thrilling sense of satisfaction Jamil noted the way your eyes widened, how your voice wavered when you invited him in. How you smiled when you found out what he had picked out for you, the gift clearly finding its mark.

Still, you were both stepping around each other, following the scripts of a regular visit when this felt like anything but.

Jamil took out the food he’d made, insisted he’d help you with setting the table despite your protests.

It was an awkward dance, both of you trying to regain your footing.

“I just… feel like I have to say it,” you finally said as you were setting out the food. “That I like you. A lot. So…”

The way you spoke, pouring out your feelings, hesitant and nervous as you were…

Yes, Jamil had wanted to talk this over in person, had wanted to see and hear you say it. Still, now he had just as much trouble meeting your eyes as you had, both of you busying yourselves with the tableware.

You were so nervous, and Jamil felt the urge to pull you close and chase away all your worries.

But he would not push.

Not when he had his hands full keeping his own self under control.

A part of him couldn’t help but feel like he’d deceived you, somehow, for you to hold him in such regard.

And when the silence lingered… What could he even say?

Jamil had thought of it, sure, imagined how you’d react to his words… But at this moment nothing would rise to his tongue, all the carefully picked words gone from his mind.

Jamil took your hand, holding it in between both of his. He spoke your name, oh so softly, his voice cracking under the weight of it.

Hearing himself made Jamil cringe, yet he pushed on.

“I’m… I am glad to know we both want the same. That we feel the same.”

For a brief moment, Jamil hesitated. Then he raised your hand to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles. His eyes flicked to yours, full of those feelings that threatened to sweep him under.

Just him being here with you like this… It told you enough, didn’t it?

Your blush certainly seemed to suggest so.

Jamil would make sure to cause your cheeks to burn brighter. Later.

Once his own face stopped feeling like a hot plate under the sun.

* * *

Later, you sat side by side on the couch, Jamil’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and your head resting against him.

You’d hardly stopped smiling the whole evening, and Jamil could feel the hurt in his own cheeks. 

It was strange, giving into those urges Jamil had been doing his best to hold back all this time.

Still, he had to admit that it was easier trying to move with the current rather than fighting against it.

Yes, the looks you gave him were still overwhelming, your words - and touch - sending his heart aflutter almost painfully.

When you sang his praises, looking at him like your happiness depended on him… It really was just a tidal wave, one far too large for Jamil to withstand.

Yet, finally, Jamil was beginning to allow himself to enjoy it all.

These things - your sweetness, your warmth - were only for him, after all. A heady thought, something that made him greedy for even more despite the overwhelming nature of it all.

Of course, Jamil still didn’t want to overstep.

Truthfully, he himself wasn’t ready for some of the scenarios tugging at the back of his mind.

With the wisdom of hindsight it seemed that you had always been ahead of Jamil, more aware of your feelings than he was of his.

Perhaps even more aware of his feelings than Jamil had been, considering how you’d pursued him - because that was what you had been doing, all this time.

Even if Jamil himself had been too busy contending with his own thoughts to truly see it.

Still, it was difficult even for Jamil to worry about such things with your warmth pressed against his side. Jamil played with your hair, let himself just soak up your presence.

And in that sweet moment Jamil finally stopped fighting, at least for a moment. He let go of his plans, his resistance, and allowed himself to be swept up by you.

Indeed, it hardly felt like he had a choice in the matter.

ETA: you can find the final / 5th part of this series here. This sure stayed in my drafts longer than I thought it would, but here we are. There’s still one more part coming and then we’ll be reaching the end of this particular journey. If you'd like to be tagged in my future works, do let me know! Jamil: alright I need to make sure they want to be with me and then I can move forward Reader: I’ve been trying to get with you for a while now and I can’t wait any longer or Jamil: I gotta gain control over this situation Reader: surprise :)

[roenais]

took some time away from bigger projects to redo the references for all my current RP characters! we're approaching the next big story arc for them and im excited.

[saryasy]

Anthony Mackie as Sam Wilson being a complete goof in Marvel Studios: Assembled, The Making of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

[kaviithing]

[niinnyu]

Sad boy time every Monday!

Based on this picture of him from the shounen jump 55th anniversary spread poster thingy mingy.

[cordelia-herondale]

3 times Nancy couldn't see Ace + when she finally did 3 times Nancy refused to look at Ace + when she finally did ↳ requested by nineofhearts4

[taintedcigs]

quick question! what MODERN band/artist do you guys think eddie would 100% love. and you are NOT allowed to say deftones!!!!! for me its saetia, gouge away, AND spiritbox.

[eldritchblep]

When the @artists-guild-of-exandria decided this season we would be doing the Tourists Guide to Northwest Tal'Dorei, I chose to use it as an opportunity to document the adventures of everyone's favorite (?) tourist, Evon Hytroga. From being told not to touch the forge guardian in Kraghammer, posing in front of Umbrasyl's corpse in Gatshadow, to finding personalized souvenirs in the gift shops that definitely exist, I hope you too enjoy his adventures.

[easy-revenge]

its been hours and i still cant breathe thinking about ino having nanami's dull blade, especially now that it's a cursed tool embedded with his ct.

i predicted last week that we were gonna get a nanami mention at least this chapter, regarding what ino wanted to talk to gojo, shoko and ijichi about, but I couldn't have seen this coming.

i immediately thought of what happened with mai and maki when i read that nanami's ct was transferred to a weapon and given to someone else. the implications of this parallel have me literally clawing at the bars of my enclosure.

no matter how u see it, it's actually wild that ino gets to wield the last piece of nanami, mostly bc i bet no one thought ino was that important to him (or in general) but also bc it's actually so deserved if u think about it.

im still so scared that ino is not making it out of this fight but now ik for sure that either as motivation to keep going next week or moments before his death, ino will be thinking of nanami.

[anonymous-dentist]

I think it’s interesting to look at how this villain arc is going already, because people have already started taking things out of context and ignoring any and all subtext going on.

Ex: people saying that q!Cellbit is manipulating q!Roier into still being on his side by saying he’ll get Bobby back.

This is not true. Watch the clip below of their conversation: (let’s see if the clip cooperates this time lol)

If you pay attention, you’ll note that the word “promise” isn’t anywhere in there. Neither is anything like “I am going to get Bobby back” or “I will get Bobby back”. He says that he will try. There’s a big difference between a guarantee and an attempt.

Is this all to say that he isn’t trying to manipulate Roier? Not at all, because this is still manipulative in a way. He’s still out here using Roier’s weak point to get him on his side, but also? He’s been telling Roier that he would try and get Bobby back since the day Bobby died in that dungeon. He tried again in that white room before Cucurucho kicked everybody out. Maybe that’s why this manipulation would’ve worked if it, uh, actually worked.

The thing about q!Roier and q!Cellbit is that they have a… special relationship. We all know about Guapito and Gatinho, but there’s another aspect here, and it’s that they trust each other with almost everything they’ve got, especially on Roier’s end. Cellbit is one of three people on the server who knows about the secret area in Roier’s base (the other two are q!Jaiden and q!Mariana, Roier’s best friends and the only other people he openly trusts), after all, and he’s implied to be the only person that Roier has loved that loves him back. That goes a long way.

And then there’s the matter of Roier saying that he’ll believe in Cellbit because of the parallels here with the ad (which Roier seems to think is the root of the problem here) and with what happened with q!Spreen and q!Quackity months ago. Roier sees the ad and everyone’s reactions to the ad/Cellbit’s investigations into the ad as Cellbit does, as a betrayal. He empathizes with him because he went through what Cellbit is currently going through.

Most importantly, we know that the manipulation didn’t work because Roier isn’t on Cellbit’s side. He isn’t on anybody’s side, actually! He said as much in his stream last night.

He will be Cellbit’s legal counsel for the upcoming custody hearing, but it won’t be because of the whole manipulation thing. It’s because this is Cellbit we’re talking about here.

(Pardon the translation here, but it basically means “He says he wants to support Bobby, and I support him in everything. Even if he can’t do it, I’ll support him then, too.”)

And you see this behavior all night. He’s the only guy defending Cellbit during the Order’s meeting, he says that their first priority should be “saving” Cellbit rather than destroying the Federation, he says that Cellbit might just be sad and lonely, he tells Maximus to take the ad down, and he doesn’t do any of this because Cellbit asked him to or because he’s on his side or anything. He acknowledges that the custody trial is fucked up and he seems genuinely sad hearing that Cellbit is ditching all his friends here. Roier does all of this because he cares for Cellbit as a person, which is something that I’m not sure Cellbit himself realizes.

TLDR: q!Cellbit didn’t manipulate q!Roier by saying he’ll get Bobby back, he manipulated Roier by saying he’ll try and get Bobby back. It didn’t work either way because Roier is a Good Friend.

[diamantdog]

i have finally watched exhuma and i think it’s good, but if i have to compare it with the wailing aka another korean horror movie with shamanism and colonial trauma, i much prefer the latter. i think the wailing is scarier too.

anyway, if you like exhuma, i’d like to recommend the wailing if you haven’t watched that one already.

[lichilly]

you cut joseph's hair on a warm, summer morning

cw so fluffy i keeled over and died, gender-neutral reader

You hold the scissors with your middle finger and thumb, snipping the air with trembling fingers. The metal gleams brightly, reflecting rays of yellow and white into your eyes from the sun streaming through the kitchen window. The kitchen smells of fresh coffee and the lingering scent of breakfast, a comforting backdrop.

You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. "I've never cut hair before."

Joseph sits patiently in front of you, the wooden chair groaning under his weight as he shifts to get more comfortable. His hair, slightly longer since you first met, curls gently at the ends. With the summer heat rising each day, he had asked you for a trim.

He chuckles softly, "Really? Should I be worried then?"

"I mean," you swallow, trying to steady your nerves, "I wouldn't blame you if you were."

"I trust you." His voice is soft, filled with an unspoken reassurance that makes your heart swell. His words give you a shot of confidence.

"Okay." You set your eyebrows, take another deep breath, and steady your hand as you pull a brown strand between your pointer and middle finger. "Here we go."

With a quick snip, an inch of hair twirls to the ground, catching the sunlight like tiny dancers.

"Feeling cooler already," he sighs jokingly, his shoulders rolling as you prepare to cut another strand. The warmth of his voice makes you feel more at ease.

A comfortable silence envelops you both as you work, snipping here and there, checking the evenness between strands. The sound of the scissors cutting through hair is rhythmic, almost soothing. You make your way to the front, where his bangs, overgrown and nearly covering his left eye, require attention. You comb the hair down flat over his eyes, the strands silky under your fingers. You carefully cut the long pieces, cautious not to cut too close to his face.

"You sure you've never cut hair before?" he asks, his eyes closed in bliss. "You seem like a natural."

You hum, your cheeks warming. "I'm just great at faking confidence. For all you know, I could be giving you a bowl cut."

He laughs, his nose crinkling, a sound that makes your heart skip. "Is that why my head feels lighter?"

You finish with his bangs, fluffing them up and snipping off any stray strands. "Well, now's the time to see for yourself. I'm all done!"

You take the towel off his shoulders, brushing off the cut hair onto the kitchen tile, and hand him a handheld mirror. He examines his hair in the tiny mirror, turning his face from side to side. You bite your thumbnail, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait for his reaction.

With a laugh, he runs a hand through his hair, his touch gentle. "Holy shit."

"So," you begin shyly, "you like it?"

He gently tosses the mirror onto the counter beside you and stands up suddenly, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body radiating into yours. Your eyes widen, and you inhale sharply, the scent of his cologne mingling with the scent of freshly cut hair.

"I love it," he coos in your ear, his voice a tender whisper as he tucks his nose into your hair. "Thank you."

You sigh, smiling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle, feeling the steady beat of his heart against you. "I'm glad you like it."