#this turned out really cheesy

[ruporas]

hello there, angel

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash is sitting facing the viewer and holds a rose between his clasped together hands, but he’s looking to the left, upwards, at Wolfwood, with an awed expression. Wolfwood hovers over him with wings sprouting from his back. He has a cigarette lit between his lips, his arms and legs are crossed, and he looks back at Vash with a neutral expression. The both of them are covered in a blue shadow, casted by Wolfwood and his hovering form, while warm light hits the back of his wings and over Vash’s legs. Small feathers sits next to Vash. End ID]

[tdutb]

guys i love them

@oobilygoobilyweezerbeezers tissues is in there

[lifeonmvrs]

preparing for valentine’s day >:3 i present to you ace attorney + bad puns valentine’s day cards!!

[Image Description: a half-body digital drawing of mia fey from ace attorney. she’s crossing her arms and smiling with her head slightly tilted to the left and two little hearts by her side. her hair is wavier than canon. on the left, there’s some text reading “You’re drop-dead gorgeous! From: [colon] To: [colon]” in comic sans. the background is a solid turquoise.

the second picture is of a postcard and greeting card of the drawing as redbubble products. they are showed in a frame that resembles the structure of an instagram post with the user lifeonmvrs. it has a title reading “already available :3 [cat face emoticon]” and in smaller text one that reads “link in bio [heart emoticon]”. the third picture is the same but the products this time are a pin and a sticker. /end ID]

[toasteaa]

I haven't had a single Eclairette thought today and now the withdrawals are happening. I need to think of something sappy or an angst riddled au to feel normal again

[virescent-v]

writing Emily smut & making bread

somtimes being an adult is neat

[weirddogsightings]

HEY. YOU. LISTEN. LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN. i don’t CAAAAARE that the ending of ONE is supposed to be unsatisfying i still don’t like it and that’s okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that doesn’t mean it’s bad it just means some of us don’t like it and that’s fine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

me 5 years ago: armin is so relatable on such a fundamental personal level that I don’t think it’s possible for him to have been created by someone who doesn’t also hold all of these competing traits, thought processes, desires, flaws, and experiences within themselves. i suspect that armin must be the most intimate character for isayama to write.

jaegerists in 2022: ArMiN aRlErT is obviously a self-insert

me: uh that’s what i JUST said

[trashbaget]

raeeeee. i've been meaning to ask! what ever happened with you and that guy you were so into ???? did you ever go on a date???

ahhhhhhh!!! oh boy hello!!! 💗💗

so we ended up going on quite a few very unofficial dates—dinners and movies on various occasions, plus a handful of princess peach rescues when i found myself In Situations—and he visited me at work once so i could make him a smoothie full of weird vibes (for the 12 seconds i had a job lmao), and of course continued being brilliant friends that felt like somethings more until eventually i gnawed some ammunition and told him how i felt about it

i’d been doing a lot of serious thinking about us ad people and friends and stuff and we’d been having deep/intense/very Passively Aware of the Situation (re: my feelings) conversations, and i came to the conclusion that things probably weren’t gonna work out the way i wanted them to so i wrote up a surprisingly not awkward confessional that i am genuinely proud of for its eloquence and self-aware humor, and we talked it out,

aaaand long story short we are not together unfortunately but we are still absurdly close!! he is genuinely one of the best/closest/comfiest friends i’ve ever had and rejected me in exactly the way i needed him to without making me want to set myself on embarrassing fire akfhskfjs (we are in each other’s heads pretty much so he essentially pulled the script from my brain)

[silverselfshippingchaos]

every now and then, my crush on this guy resurfaces and I turn into a flustered wreck.

[domesticateddog]

recommend some good movies to watch that are on either netflix or hbo max

[themthistles]

beyond evil mutuals and followers is there a scene/moment that you think the show could do without or just generally dislike?

[dylanconrique]

okay, but... what if!!! lucy willingly went with rosalind after she escapes and ambushes her apartment with a few backups, because they're about to beat tim to death?

[noxtivagus]

I WNA WRITE AAAAA

[eggmeralda]

<3<3 (<- platonic hearts)

[xo8ball]

sometimes i need a hug from a woman to heal my soul

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"