#selfship?

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Touya hadn’t meant to miss the call, hadn’t meant to make you listen to his voicemail box one, two, three times.

Hadn’t meant to make you cry to a silent line.

But when he finally has time to click that voicemail, your sobs crackling through the speaker, he doesn’t let it finish after that first broken I need you.

It doesn’t matter that you haven’t talked in 6 months, doesn’t matter that he’s celebrating a great ride, doesn’t matter that he’s had a couple beers.

What matters is that you’re not picking up, one, two, three calls later.

Doesn’t matter that he’s tearing down the dark road way faster than he should, phone on speaker on his dash and fist beating the steering wheel so hard he’s sure it’ll bruise.

What matters is the one, two, three, four voicemails he leaves telling you he’ll be there in four, three, two minutes.

What matters is the one, two minutes he spends banging on your door before remembering he never returned your key, leaving it open when he tears it wide and rushes in.

The two, three, four leaps it takes to get up your stairs hardly register to him.

All that matters is the sight of you, just you, lying on the bathroom floor, crying so hard that it shakes your whole body.

Because it doesn’t matter if it takes one, two, three, four hours… he’ll be there until it stops.

[slipperysheep]

koffin k moment

i made a cool self insert yaya!!

despite the fact ive not worn my hair up in a long for 2-3 years, I felt like giving her some cool ponytail

[nightopiaz]

me and my beautiful wife, adachi.

[jasonslovesick]

💥Jasons Ref Post💥

Here is my shameless self-insert oc Jason!

For facts below the cut

Backstory: Jason was born and raised in Alaska, just fifty miles outside Anchorage. He is well-versed in hunting Alaska wildlife and has a strong, tight-knit community. He was in training to become a school teacher, but a horrible sickness has spread across neighboring towns and is soon to hit his. Jason heard of a cure, but it resides in the Nevada Public Health Lab, far from his home. Desperately needing money for the journey ahead, Jason takes a courier job promising big caps. Little did he know it would be the worst job of his life.

Current Story: After being shot by Benny, Jason forgets his purpose in the Mojave and follows the FNV storyline. He sides with Yes Man due to his charm and anarchist views! (Also, Yes Man is kind of manipulating him. Did you know it's very easy to lie to a man with severe attachment issues and culture shock!)

After FNV Story: The Kings of Vegas, Yes Man and Jason become very fond of each other! They consider each other very close friends and love hanging out. Slowly, Jason finds clues to his past and what he was here for. Attachment issues blah blah blah it's still in the works!

Fun Facts:

-Jason's eyes are really sensitive to light, so he's always squinting! His ass can't find sunglasses for some reason and he's just being picky about it.

-He hates the heat in the Mojave and wants to go back to Alaska so badly (homesick boy)

-Along his travel to Nevada, he began eating human meat out of deparation, and now he's hooked on it...

-Won't eat children!!!! Trying to break the habit before returning to AK

-Refuses to take his coat off (gift to him from his mama <3)

-really insecure about his head wound :( wears his rebreather or fancy mask all the time unless he is very comfortable

[chiptunepacifist]

Me & Poob (my bfs kin 😼) in that shitty ass backrooms game ^^

[Click for higher quality, reblogs appreciated]

[sevbutfandoms]

Made this for valentines but never posted it!! [This is clearly for me that's my lieutenant right there mwehehehehheheh]

[myers-meadow]

Moodboard for Hannibal and Meadow from @immortal-velociraptor s story;;;;

was so deeply lost into finding stuff to go with it and still not entirely satisfied but i guess its just like that sometimes

always trying to do justice to how well Fang portrayed everything in their fic.

Credits:

Layering pieces: adjpngs

Pic of hand and rose were already on canva yes im lazy shut up i liked it there

Dress and glove: pngdaddy

Necklace: babedotcom

Rose: saffronpng

Baby's breath: yebbi-gongju

Picture: churchyardbasementromance and

[randomalistic]

Selfshippers who ship with weird/unappealing characters. I love you. Like hell yeah you go get with Mr Crocker. Go get with lord faarquad

[ufolvr]

Robot characters who are given names like SL-308-62 but instead of their human friend going Well let's call you Sally for short, they instead ask the other if they Like their current name.

"Do you like your serial number?" they ask. "Yes, quite. It reminds me of who I am" the robot replies. "I have heard others like me go by different names after some time, and maybe one day I'll choose one for myself, too. But right now that is my full name, yes" they continue.

Because it's not your decision to make whether or not the robot will receive a new name. It should be theirs only. What's the difference? One is more complex and the other is simplified. They were both given by strangers instead of themselves.

"62 will do," they conclude. "It's my model number - there will be no other 62 after me."

[selfship-quotes]

making a collection

[lasisgood]

I'm gonna spend turkey day eating turkey and maybe writing a fanfic where Las(me) ends up by new york,

and finds Ratonhnhaké:ton by pure accident and is like. Hi, I'm separated from my tribe by like thousands of miles. And I came here to talk to someone about French taking over and now I'm lost and almost got robbed and Connor saved Las and las is like !!!! Fellow native!! And Connor's like what tribe are you from? And las is like waaay over that way, one of our sister tribes is by the sea and Connor puts it together that las is from the western coast and is like how long have you been traveling??? And las is like oh man it feels like forever but I'm here! And they get to know eachother and Connor tells las to say their Italian and las is like ?! No. Why would I do that?! And Connor explains how Italians get treated better than natives and so las tries to suck it up, and she does for awhile until her and Connor are alone and Connors like I know I know it's annoying and las is like annoying?! It's it's belittling us as people and not just what they do to us but those ones in chains that's terrible! And Connor admires las and so he decides to do something about it. Pretty soon a wealthy slave owner has generously released his slaves I think he's missing 2 fingers but that was an accident he says then some treaties are made with local tribes that very generously improve the lives of natives and raise they're status in society las is impressed but when it's time for her to go Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn't want her to leave

So he does the only thing he can think of he courts her

[sigmas-lover]

Switched between 1st and 2nd POV based on how funny it sounds.

[selfshipping-haven]

that's the mood for tonight amirite fellas

[bobmckenzie]

"I can fix him" "I can make him worse" OK well I can sit behind him and wrap my arms around his middle and comfortingly rock him side to side

[imoanurparentsnames]

"im sorry to tell you but this is unfortunately fetish art :( " you’re a coward and a fool. tell me what about eroticism makes it lose value as a piece of art. tell me in what way is lust a less worthy feeling to be depicted in art than anger or joy or sadness or any other human emotion. why did you like it before and why do you not like it now? what changed? why does it upset you? what makes it bad now, what makes it gross, what makes it wrong? do you reject what you dont understand? do you let your gut reaction dictate what you deem bad? what you deem immoral? whats allowed to exist and what isnt?

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”