#sitting in the corner

[sir-heichou-smith]

I've been OBSESSED with reading psycho!soap/reader, but like what if you

You temporarily move to the Scottish countryside to help your best friend take care of their sick grandparent while they're studying abroad or smth and when you start unpacking you hear a knock at the door and it's a man with piercing blues and a clean-cut warhawk staring at you, probably expecting the old person you're now looking after but it's YOU and he decides right there and then he has to have you.

Those eyes widen and pearly whites form a sharp smile (almost predatory) and he introduces himself by saying he's their neighbor and he's lived here for years and knows that they needs help sometimes so he comes over to help with the groceries and do the heavy lifting etc etc.

The thing is he only ever comes around when they're asleep or at an appointment or smth so it's usually just you awake/alone in the house.

It's a bit strange when things start breaking around the house. The kitchen sink leaks when it hadnt before, the cabinet hinges are loose, a light doesn't work... you could have sworn the ceiling fan wasn't that wobbly, but the house is old and you know the handsome Scot will be back to fix it anyway (not that you're complaining).

He starts to stay for hours at a time almost instantly, coming over with open arms and a bottle of wine or something sweet, awaiting a hug and asking you what's for dinner--practically pushing his way inside while palming your waist and pulling you in.

One night you seem to have had too much to drink (you didn't think you were such a lightweight after only 2 glasses of wine), your head fuzzy and limbs a bit too heavy to be comfortable.

"Y'alrigh bonnie? Seems like it's time for bed." He laughs and picks you up from your spot on the couch despite your protests of being able to walk and he really didn't have to and oh that's his hand that's definitely a rough warm calloused hand on your-

He takes you to your room and pulls back the covers for you, gently lays you down and you can't get your mouth to work to thank him.

Your eyes are already falling shut and you think you feel soft lips across your forehead before succumbing to a rather deep alcohol-induced slumber.

Your dreams that night are rather vivid. Flashes of warm skin with thick hair and rippling muscles above you, deep moans and hot breaths against your neck and chest.

You feel hands all over, gripping your waist and spreading your legs wider, toying with your chest and gripping hard around the fat.

You dream of a thick Scottish accent and filthy words. "Oh, bonnie just like that. Gonna fucking cum, gonna make me-"

When you wake up, the wet soreness you feel between your thighs and the way your nipples rub sensitive against the covers don't completely escape you, and when you make your way downstairs you find him shirtless in the kitchen with breakfast on the stove, coffee brewing, and a smile that's just a bit too wide for how early it is.

[raspberriclouds]

at a gala rn and all i can think is ‘i am not in the tax bracket to be here’

so imagine this:

12 year old jason todd getting ready for his first gala freaking out because what the fuck does he wear?? he grew up poor he doesn’t know how these rich fuckers work!!! he’s used to alley block parties and good music not whatever this stuck up shit is

imagine bruce who gets his son fitted for a suit and teaches him how to tie a tie and tells him “it doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to act. you’re with me and you’re perfect, they’ll love you”

jason who spends the gala looking over his shoulder and fixing his collar. jason who sulks in the corner and makes small talk with the servers. bruce who always stays within arms reach. bruce who shuts down all nasty comments before they can even form in the mouths of these socialites

[absoluteocellibehavior]

SHIT I FORGOT TO MAKE A POST ABOUT PASSOVER AND PALM SUNDAY BEING BACK TO BACK THIS YEAR AND HOLY GHOSTS!!! Sorry for my intercultural holy ghosts fans. I hit the Advent and Hanukkah ones but not this one. RAGH!!

[weepingfoxfury]

Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday ...

Wet 'n' windy with a hint of sun. The shepherds and the Lost Postman are once more attempting to surf in the water butt. One and only marble is resting in his hammock ... I've left the cranial window open to get rid of the fumes from the shiny metropolis.

Curiosity??? From a cat??? ;-)

Mr B, as you can see, has once more left the confines of the lounge and decided that there's a smell to be followed. The turf bag itself was given a serious sniffing before he clambered aboard and started investigating further up. He was totally oblivious to me observing him. His eyes got so wide at one point I thought the catnip fairy must have been. Having realised I was there and deciding against a decent close up, he disappeared over my shoulder ... came face to face with the Hairy Horde ... and has now returned to the lounge to contemplate his next move.

Yesterday's magic middle aisle proved too tempting for yours truly. Several items not on the list came home with me. Several items not bought are lurking and declaring I should really go back for a second look tomorrow. I think I shall sit in several corners and think about what I've done and all the things I might do.

Sincerely hoping Mr B doesn't find me and climb on me as if I were also just a bag of turf ...

[unstablequeerbitch]

You know growing up I was always taught about how people in the past were all horrible. That we are so much better and superior than people in the past were. It was a pride and joy I was born in a better and safer era because everyone else were barbarians.

I’ve been watching older tv and reading older books.

Some things have changed. Clothes. War. Policies. How they hide their bigotry.

But other bits stay the same. Love of music. Love of stories. Making friends. Missing families. Hating government. Horrors of war.

I guess I’m saying is that we act like we are all high and mighty and better than the past but we are barely different.

[icaruspendragon]

babygirl i sit hunched in ways you’d never fuckin believe

[raixyz]

Me the second i see a corner i can sit in and hide from people and enjoy my music and interests in peace

[chloesimaginationthings]

The real plot of FNAF 3…

[such-a-daydreamer]

And then they explode

[skyberia]

TIME OUT, THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT US!!!

[fatal-blow]

ive seen a lot of people wonder out loud in tags and the such why "bad posture" is bad if comfy. this is a really good question! and it's because the alternative is worse.

this is what i mean when i talk about compensation. "good posture" hurts because it requires stretching very tight muscles, and the point of compensation is to avoid the worst pain, even if that means contorting your body into strange positions. have you ever gripped something so tight in your hand that it becomes painful to peel your fingers off? it's a natural consequence of clenching a muscle too tight for too long.

this is why massage is such an important part of treatment, because it loosens the muscles and makes it easier and less painful to stretch them.

and for the record, "good" posture should be something that happens naturally when you relax. it isn't good posture if you need to rigidly maintain it. this is why morton's foot becomes such an issue, because it is by definition less stable than what we would consider a "normal" foot. if you need to hold yourself standing for long periods of time without rest, it wreaks absolute havoc on the body.

[thecinnamonr0ll]

Why is NICO considered the 'crazy, insane' son of Hades? he was born in the1930s to a rich family, HE IS GOING TO HAVE MANNERS.

Will 'i went to tartaraus in my cargo shorts' fucking solace on the other hand, for one, he was raised in TEXAS with a country singer mom on the road, he's probably been to ATLEAST 20 different bars, that guy should Is deranged.

change my mind, i dare you

[sangled]

don't let it sink in

[memento-morri-writes]

whump-loving writer: *experiences something Bad*

whump-loving writer: I NEED TO TAKE NOTES!! I CAN USE THIS!!