#someone put me in jail

[donkussy]

Nadja kitty anyone?

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

Bridgerton!AU Satoru x f!reader

mentions of Satoru being a wingman, him and reader are courting, Satoru being a little bitch (kind of, but we love him here), fluff, minor angst for kusakabe here, and sweet ending

“Kusakabe, come here for a moment.” If there were ever a moment where you put your whole trust into Satoru, it was right now. standing in front of the full length mirror, the modiste writes down your measurements. “give me a hand, will you?” he asks, pulling out a scroll of material, “this color would be great on miss levington, but we need to check how durable this fabric is. I’d hate for the dress of the woman I court to rip all of a sudden,” he then eyes the modiste’s assistant calling for her. you there! yes, you! you’d be perfect! come here, oh kusakabe don’t be so orthodox now! get in the spirit of love! Satoru’s outspoken encouragement definitely earns a reddened look from his friend as your pursuer definitely pushes his buttons, making the man hold the material of the fabric as Satoru instructs to place the material as a skirt with both hands on either side of the assistants hips.

“Now do a twirl!” you want to hold back your laughter as kusakabe throws his friend a look, the assistant too distracted by the way the man holds her sides, unaware of Satoru’s shit eating grin. “oh don’t be shy now. you know I’d do it myself, but I don’t want to be disrespectful in front of my lady, kusakabe.” at the mention of your name, his friend sighs, shortly before fixing his gaze on the woman. he apologizes to her for a moment, for having this be of her time before he adjusts his posture and then twirls.

“Yay!! oh that fabric looked marvelous, didn’t it, dear?” both you and Satoru share a grin, he did feel something, failing to turn the moment Satoru called you dear or to scold Satoru, but the man is too awestruck by the woman in front of him that Satoru chuckles in laughter, “Oh Kusakabe! why don’t you take her on a stroll? You clearly think she’s pretty! Come on, I’ll treat everyone to some sweetened crepes!”

What surprised you this day was not satoru’s forwardness nor what he had Kusakabe do, but rather the man’s willingness with one reply. “Only if you buy her a dress too.” making Satoru grin as if he’s just hit the lottery.

[dealbrekker]

Today on a podcast I listen to one of the guys said "Greek tragedy Daddy" and I immediately thought of Henry and have hated myself for most of the day

[spideysatan]

one should not simply wake up with this level of horniness

[tsu22]

jesus christ im already crazy abt yuki’s size differenve with ppl in general when i saw his recent post HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHHAHA

[sowwywithoutthew]

brain fuzzy from melatonin

the boy still exists. we're talking. I am breaking my own rules.

[martinijordan]

He will wait until / you give yourself to him. x

INPRNT

[robo-dino-puppies]

you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other-

-you never say what you're really thinking.

[danothan]

thoughts on coldflash?? just curious

don’t have fully fledged thoughts on them yet, but smth is going for sure.

for silly purposes alone, i like them a lot ^__^

[forgotten-daydreamer]

i'm about to write a "jason confronts bruce" fic that is so personal. i'm going to pour my whole self into it. i wish i had the time to physically write it now. i'm about to burst.

[alluralater]

so i’m thinking of getting a taser

[tautozhone]

can argue to death with me about how age restrictions on youtube are necessary but i will be DAMNED before i say Hinds Hall deserved to be age restricted. average american child on youtube can listen to H*rbu D*rbu (censoring in hopes to avoid algorithm engagement with the song) which is IOF praising genocidal propaganda, and- big fucking shocker- its not age restricted. i’m 100% sure the only reason Hind’s Hall was restricted was to deliberately suppress and avoid the spread of the song.

[velidewrites]

for the ask game- SHOW ME WHAT YOURE WORKING ON FOR ELUCIEN WEEK (#16)

Velide stop writing Dystopian AUs challenge level: impossible

———

“Your brother,” Elain gritted out, “is the perfect gentleman.”

Lucien snorted.

Her eyes narrowed. “Not exactly a family trait, I take it.”

His auburn brows rose—and Elain’s heart stopped.

She did not just say that. Not to his face, at least, because surely…surely she was not stupid enough to throw insults at Illéa’s youngest prince. Asshole or not.

He could have her sent back—back home, back to Carolina, back to Graysen—

Hell. He could have her executed.

She braced herself for the words, for Prince Lucien Vanserra himself to announce that her time in the Selection had finally come to pass, for the guards to rush over from the Palace gates and drag her right back where she came from.

But Lucien’s face, so unfamiliar to his older brother’s, betrayed nothing, nothing but faint….amusement.

Light danced over his handsome features, cast from the faraway ballroom where some of the other candidates still occupied the parquet. She could have sworn a flicker of it ticked the corner of his mouth up into a smile as he told her simply, “Dance with me.”

Perhaps the Prince was just as foolish as Elain was—more, even. The thought did bring her some comfort.

She swallowed, forcing her still-recovering heart into a steadier rhythm. Slowly, she said, “We are not allowed to dance with anyone but your brother.”

“Ah, yes,” Lucien hummed, russet eyes flickering in the night. “The gentleman. Well, then.” He outstretched a hand. “I suppose it’ll have to be our little secret.”

[liesonthefloordramatically]

it's the most wonderful time of the year (I get flagged one thousand times for credit card fraud for having the nerve to try to book hotels in Japan)

[packet-of-staples]

FALLEN IDOL WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! THE BROTHERS ARE FIGHTING!!!

[wantonlywindswept]

yet another fic idea: fox & boba, ponds lives

Consider: Boba looks at Ponds. Ponds looks back. Boba snaps, "You're a dishonor to my father's face," and shoves Ponds' helmet onto his head.

Consider: Boba presses a blaster to the back of Ponds' neck. Boba flicks a switch. Boba pulls the trigger.

Consider: Boba dumps Ponds' limp body into the airlock. When he hits the eject button, the transmitter on the back of Ponds' armor blinks a steady green.

Consider: Ponds is the youngest batchmate of Bly, of Cody, of Wolffe. Ponds is the youngest batchmate of Fox. 

Consider: Fox loves his batchmates. 

Consider: Fox pays his debts. 

Consider: It's really not that difficult for the Commander of the Guard to make one prisoner disappear.