#this is based off real experience

[bugcars34]

Gerard makes cigarette and coffee combo seem so sexy but then you try it and you’re shitting your brains out

[tiiyro]

Kid Spock relaxing in a giant bean bag with a Nintendo DS after school

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Smell Check [Easy: Failure]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

[little-tangerines]

summer fun!

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[kasterarts]

"Hey Sara... would you help me make Sou a cake for his birthday?"

(spoilers below)

[zeb-z]

also can I just say. the difference between the joy of fit and bagi having a full day with blue, getting acquainted with the base, reuniting with their loved ones, all relieved to have more materials and more of a team - and then the absolute misery of etoiles and roier, moving the few valuable possessions red has to a new base that got immediately discovered anyway, losing all their gear, getting it back, then burning it themselves before killing eachother, is just so fucking funny. the new blues had freshman orientation while the new reds had a trial by fire canon event

[sluttywonwoo]

happy happy 12k, your writings have always stood out for me hehe, could i request:

"how badly do you want me?" + joshua

“joshua… please.”

“ooh, you never use my full name,” joshua muses, smirking. “you must really want me, huh?”

you don’t feel like entertaining your best friend’s ego right now, even with him teasing the head of his cock through your folds.

“you’re insufferable,” you groan.

“why’re you so wet then?”

“lapse in judgement.”

joshua scoffs and gently smacks his cock against your clit, making you flinch, before going right back to teasing you.

“please,” you try again, “please put it in.”

“but this feels pretty good already,” he reasons. “could probably make myself cum like this.”

“no, please!”

joshua chuckles but relents, kind of. he isn’t pushing his dick up against you anymore but he isn’t putting it inside either.

“are you going to make me beg?” you pout.

he seems to consider it but then shakes his head. “maybe another time. i’ll give it to you if you answer one question.”

“what is it?”

“how badly do you want me?”

you almost roll your eyes but you stop yourself. catching an attitude won’t do you any favors right now even if your best friend of over a decade needs a reality check.

and the truth is you do want him. you want him bad. you want him so bad you’re willing to do almost anything, including admitting it to him.

“want you so bad, shua. need you, baby, please.”

joshua beams and leans down to kiss you, allowing you to chase him with your tongue.

“you can have me,” he whispers into your mouth as he begins to push himself inside of you, “i’m yours.”

12k celebration

[ask-the-nine-links]

Wild, if you ever feel about about getting memories at really inconvenient times, always remember that Time got a memory right as the world was ending (Majora’s Mask)

Time: Well I wouldn't say it was completely inconvenient, but the timing not the best.

Wild: There was a time where I got a memory while be attacked by two Guardians, a Yiga Blademaster, and a random Chuchu that somehow did more damage then the Yiga. I feel for you.

[stxend]

wholeheartedly believe matt murdock would drink la croix. i think he would be so obnoxious about it and everyone would be so mad at him. "oh he wouldnt like the bubbles" he likes his water to hurt him in a way that psychologists are concerned about

[toshkakoshka]

kabedon!

[betterthanbatman1]

Bruce: Can I tempt you into wanting a milkshake?

Damian: I’m okay, thank you.

Bruce: We’re here anyway…

Damian: Are you sure? I don’t mind going straight home.

Dick: C’mon, get one if you feel like it.

Damian: hmmm, okay :)

Bruce: I twisted you arm?

Damian: What?

Bruce *thinking Damian just didn’t hear*: I twisted your arm

Damian: Huh? *Checks to see if his sleeves are flat against his arms and in fact are not twisted*

Dick: …It’s an expression

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THAT WOUND. THAT VILE WOUND. it throbs in time with your speeding heart, and the ache it carries through your veins is oppressive, its hot, it tangles around your jaw and through your spine and behind your eyes. there are needles, sprouting from the lacerations like the most heinous ivy, and it strangles your lungs, rips tears from your eyes, lures bile to your throat. it hurts. oh god it hurts. you cant think, you cant breathe, you cant swallow, you cant see. you cant see. you cant see. you cannot see but you know when your eyes are closed, because there are colors stained upon the backs of your eyelids. they form images of loved ones, of viscera, of bile and blood and blackened mud. its jarring, they make anxiety spike outwards, frantic ferro fluid, frightened from faces too scared, too pained, too dead, too piercing with eyes staring straight at you, straight at you. actually, you cant tell when your eyes are open.

SAUCE FREE VERSION UNDER THE CUT.

[kashi-prompts]

Prompt: You're Safe

Subject: You wake up in the middle of the night riddled with anxiety. Only one man's touch can settle your nerves.

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader

Word Count: 882

Rating: T

There's a noise outside your window. 

A distant sound that jostles you awake beneath the covers. You shift your legs uncomfortably, feeling the summer heat slicken your skin with sweat. You will yourself to fall back asleep, teetering between the expansive solace of your dreams and the uneasy sense of reality that is just beyond the threshold of your hazy mind.

Your senses decide on the latter, your eyes sliding open despite your best intentions to remain nestled in the comfort of your dreams. You stare at the ceiling, the tiles barely illuminated by the soft glow of the moon casting itself through the window behind you. You hear your husband beside you, his breath soft in your ear as he peacefully sleeps. 

Don't do it, you think to yourself, closing your eyes again. Go back to sleep.

You shut your eyes, grasping desperately to sleep. Yet, that familiar sense of anxiety begins to creep up your spine, your chest tightening as you take in a deep breath through your nose. There was nothing wrong, no threat, no danger - yet your body sensed something was off. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of panic despite your mind not comprehending the origin.

You were alone here, isolated with your thoughts and unease. The clock next to you read 3:38AM. A time nearly no one was awake, and there were no prospects of the sun rising to relieve the moon of its duties any time soon. If only it were later. 

You rub your chest, taking another deep breath. And another. The sides of your palms begin to tingle uncomfortably, and you can feel yourself beginning to sweat from your body's rising temperature. You swallow hard, begging yourself to remain calm. There was nothing wrong - and yet?

You sat up in bed, feeling your stomach begin to church. You hold it, pushing away nausea as you try to catch your breath from running an obscure race in your mind. There's a groan beside you, and you swear softly to yourself for waking him. 

"[y/n]?" you hear a thick voice call softly to you, a palm spread at the base of your spine. 

"Go back to sleep," you manage quietly, looking down to see one unsettled, sleepy black eye staring back at you. Your voice cracked slightly, its pitch higher than usual, despite your best efforts. Your stomach stirred again, nausea pivoting into your chest as you heaved another breath, flexing your hands in your lap.

"Are you okay?" Kakashi asks, sitting up on his elbow. You look back again, his grey hair falling over his forehead as he stares at you through the dark, concern written on his features. 

"I'm fine," you tell him, although you can feel yourself begin to shiver under his touch that slides up your back. 

"Do you feel okay?" his voice clears, shifting to sit up in bed as he looks over at you, watching you stare blankly ahead. You can't stop it now. It's as though a levy had broken, flooding you with panic at some unspecified origin.

"[y/n]," he breathes, realizing the situation as he pushes away sleep. Your breath hitches, your body shaking as you try to control it. Embarrassment casting a shadow as you realize you can't stop it. This anonymous demon that creeps into your mind when you least expect it, wreaking devastation and destruction to your mind and body. 

"Hey, it's okay," you feel his hand slide up your neck, pulling you into his chest. His fingers weave into your hairline, dancing circles on your scalp as you take deep breaths. 

His lips press against your crown, cradling you against him as you let out a soft cry against his nightshirt. Why were you like this? As if knowing what you were thinking, he tightens his grip on your shoulder, rocking your body slightly as you snake your arms around his torso. 

"You're okay," he whispers against your hair, "You're safe. There's no danger. Just you and me." 

You whimper against his chest, letting out a trembling breath. He grips your shoulders, his nose buried in your hair as you continue to breathe deeply. The nausea in your stomach slowly settles, your racing thoughts following suit as he continued to whisper assurances in your ears. 

You don't know how long you sat there, cradled in his arms, a palm drawing circles on your spine. But all you knew was that there was something in his touch, in his presence, that settled your nerves like no other. Your sharp, deep breaths were replaced with soft inhales of the lingering scent that stuck to his skin. Your numb hands slowly returned with a soothing warmth of gratitude, enveloping you just as his arms surrounded your body. 

After some time, Kakashi carefully pulls you both back into the sheets, conscious not to let go of you. He kissed the top of your head again, your hand sliding to the center of his chest. You feel yourself settle, the adrenaline rush that had pumped through your body slowly scattering away from your bloodstream. 

"I love you," he murmurs, intertwining his fingers with yours. You let out an unsteady breath, kissing his collar in gratitude. 

"I love you too." 

[mikkokomori]

is omari basil still a delinquent

(and side note here id LOVE to hear you ramble all about your Omari au)

Ahem,,,, if it is alright with you then,,,,,, I will talk about my OMARI Basil then,,,,

To answer your question, he was planned to be the delinquent of the group (as per typical swap aus), though over time, I really began to sit down and think about it the more swap aus began to pop up around the fandom. I didn't really like the idea of being a carbon copy of various other omari aus in specific, so during the time I have been absent on here I began to slowly revamp the AU over time. I had to start over with what I originally had in the first place since a lot of the au things in my take on it also had contributions by followers as well!

For Basil, his first concept was initially a delinquent take... but the thing that caused a problem with that was the fact that I had planned for him to also play a sort of "detective" role in this universe, as I had written a short snippet on Basil having caught on to something suspicious going on between the older siblings and Sunny's sudden disappearance.......

Frankly, as much as a delinquent Basil is my darling concept of all concepts, I had to, unfortunately, push it to the side and alter his role in this AU to fit with the revamped look I was going for him... therefore fully integrating him into his "detective" role. In a way though, looking through Mari's perspective, he's sort of a clashing force with her and is equivalent to an antagonist in her own story (but! Keep in mind, Mari in this AU isn't the Mari who you should be sympathizing for.... an unreliable narrator who happens to be a wolf in sheeps clothing....).

As for the emotions, while a lot of people tend to view the emotions being assigned to the characters as their possible role in RW (the happy-go-lucky, the perfect student, the delinquent), for mine I ended up making it were each friend had 2 main emotions.... Basils would be anger and sorrow (Aubrey and Kel tend to have anger as their second emotion, though that is still up for debate! I still have a few things to work out :3). So, in a way you could say that in Headspace they were only ever seen as a one-dimensional character by Mari/Hikkiko, while in the real world, they had a even bigger "mess" of emotions that they all dealt with. In turn, Basil's concept strayed further away from the path of delinquent and more into a path which.... ehehe..... obsession as a concept is such a fun thing to play around with, don't you think?

Just as much as he plays the "investigator", he also is meant to be a parallel of what Mari/Hikkiko is. Obsession has always been a part of his character, and in doing so, you could say I played around with it until I found quite a nice concept with this. Mari/Hikkiko both have a need to keep Sunny around as the perfect brother and therefore paint his Headspace counterpart to their own liking.... while Basil in turn has, on some level, a need to imitate Sunny as closely as he can. Both are a form of obsessions I have given them, and in a way, the only reason Basils is a more "lighter" version of this is because Aubrey, Kel, Hero (sort of), Polly, his grandmother, and Faraway Town as a whole have been there to guide him on a better path. Though his obsession to keep Sunny's memory alive by becoming like him is still there, it's not to say that he doesn't have people to talk some sense into him-- meanwhile Mari does not have that type of support.

Obsession stems from love, at least, in their case. And in the end, it really depends on whether or not they have people who are willing to reel them back into a state of sanity. Basil was, at least in terms of my omari lore, viewed as a delinquent at one point, though he never acted out aggressively towards others unless provoked enough and only ever kept to himself.... eventually the town residents accepted the fact that this was just his way of grieving and treated him with patience and respect, especially with the fact he took it upon himself to go around town and helping around with the little things, though especially with gardening and photography.

it's not to say though, that he doesn't have some... worrying habits. That as in, most of his plants being replaced with tulips and most of the heads of certain plants being chopped off with garden shears, left to rot. While Basil mimics his best friends habits, he isn't exactly the best at fully hiding his feelings and emotions as Sunny was able to. No amount of masquerading will change the fact that once he's laid his sights on you, it'll only be a matter time before he seeks for your head on a silver platter.

[bilbo-baggins-is-a-fcking-vibe]

Aragorn: It's two in the morning and I'm staring at photos of omelettes.

Legolas: Are they sexy?

Aragorn: W- what?

Legolas: Are the omelettes. Fucking. Sexy.

Aragorn: What do you mean?!?

Gimli, from the other room: They wanna know if the omlettes are sexy.

[hms-incorrect-quotes]

Heart: Soul

Heart: Soul you have blood on your teeth

Soul [mouth full of ice]: I know.