#weird confession

[helloyellowfellow]

I know literally nobody is gonna care, but I have nobody to tell this to and I felt the need to share this info somewhere.

Through the entirety of my teenhood I was obsessed with some Gravity Falls fanfic on ao3 called Knowing me, Knowing you by @f-imaginings and would literally check everyday to see if a new chapter was posted, even after I stopped reading fanfics consistently. Back in like 2020, when I was 15, a new chapter was posted that was centered around an alternate universe where Bill was kept in the basement of a lab owned by Ford and used as a battery to work all of the equipment. For some reason the concept of this disturbed me so much, that to cope I would sing Beverly Hills by Weezer constantly, except I’d replace the word Beverly with Battery. Battery Hills would continue to go on for months and all my friends were very confused. I refused to give any context (as if it even makes much more since with context) because I didn’t want to tell them about my weird obsession with a Billford slow burn fanfic. To this day Battery Hills is still quoted every so often even after like three years since that chapter came out and two years since the author stopped updating the fanfic. I was genuinely so fucking weird as a kid.

[saturnns-star]

I saw my teacher in you know those- poofy sleeved sweaters-?

And I kid you not, my brain went:

“El homosexual”

[gojoest]

thinking about play fighting your childhood best friend gojo satoru, because he took your phone after you got a message from another boy. you tackle and wrestle and somehow end up on the bed with you straddled on top of him, attempting to clasp both of his wrists and retrieve your phone. that is, until you feel something hot and hard pressed against you.

you pause.

“oh—“, your mouth hangs open and your face burns hot after a few seconds of inactivity and silence on your end, and the realization finally hits — that thing is his thing. “oh!”, you gasp.

the phone falls off satoru’s hand and lands on the bed. his empty hand now covering his eyes, the other one on top of it.

“uh, huh”, a muffled sigh makes it past his lips, relief and embarrassment sort of mixed and soaked in his timbre. the friction caused by you sitting on it basically makes it hard for him to hide the pleasure it’s giving him, but he’s also caught off guard — he didn’t want you to find out this way, that you excite him as more than just friends. “you often forget that we are not kids anymore, and that i am a man”

silence.

you need to say something, anything. but the words don’t come to you. you turn your head to the side, embarrassed too, while you keep sitting there, on his lap. brilliant logic, you think as you look back to this moment later on.

“it must be just a physical reaction because i am—“

he cuts you off, “because you’re sitting on it?”

“don’t put it like that!”

“i didn’t put it anywhere, sadly”

you roll your eyes.

“block that guy’s number and don’t talk to him, ever”

“and why would i do that?”

“because this”, his hips go up and down once, his hard-on stabbing against you more prominently, “is not just a simple physical reaction — and it’s been taking you ages to notice”

he moves his hands away. his big blue eyes out in the open again, staring at you. “look at me”, he grabs you softly by the chin and turns your head to face him. his other hand cupping yours and guiding it to the left of his chest. where his heart is, where it beats — fast.

“what i’m trying to say is, aside from that thing down there — this is also your fault”

[technically-human]

Hey, don't cry. Ghost yuri, okay?

(Now that you know the girls, they need to meet the boys!)

[noecantsleep]

[trojanteapot]

One of the most eclectic but also embarrassing things I will ever admit to is that if the video essayist Uncivilized Elk read my fanfics and liked them I will die happy

[improper-use-of-germx]

Alien who gets badly wounded when a mission goes south, you have to sling one arm over your shoulder and drag them to a doctor. While they're fading in and out of consciousness they begin purring, limp head pressed into the side of your neck so you can feel the rumbles travel through your entire body. Just this massive, blissed-out alien who isn't even comprehending that they're hurt because you're here, and they've wanted to express their feelings for you for so long but didn't want to scare you away. Good luck escaping their iron grip before the meds wear off, and if you somehow do, watch out! All their fuzzy mind can remember is that they had finally had you, and even the worst injuries won't be able to stop them from trying to have you again.

[shadowednavi]

it's been awhile since I've worked on this project! I've had this verse finished for months but didn't want to post it on its own, and instead wait until the whole thing is strung together to show the final result all at once. But I'm tired of holding onto it, so here is one section of my deltarune animation! My art tag has other clips if anyone is interested in seeing more~

(song: "The Hymn of Axciom" by Vienna Teng)

[wilwheaton]

“I think what it is, is two people, Kamala Harris and Tim Walz, who aren’t comfortable in their own skin, because they’re uncomfortable with their policy positions for the American people,” Vance told anchor Dana Bash on CNN’s State of the Union. “And so they’re name-calling instead of actually telling the American people how they’re going to make their lives better. I think that’s weird, Dana, but look, they can call me whatever they want to.” Seemingly oblivious to Trump’s fondness for belittling adversaries with juvenile name-calling of his own, Vance portrayed the “weird” line first aired by Walz as “fundamentally schoolyard bully stuff”. Shortly after the interview, and without a hint of irony, a Trump-Vance campaign memo branded Harris “copy cat Kamala” for echoing a policy promising to make service industry tips non-taxable.

Vance lashes out at Harris and Walz as he attempts to seize back momentum

“And so they’re name-calling instead of actually telling the American people how they’re going to make their lives better.”

This projection is in IMAX.

[willwoodoutofcontext]

Don’t

[dadrockconfessions]

[unfamd]

i strongly believe that in any universe modern or otherwise lwj uses lan xichen as a kind of confessional like a catholic priest. he literally comes into lan xichen's room at four pm precisely because that's the scheduled time that he allows himself to share an Emotion with his brother and sits down and says in a distinctly monotone yet perfectly recognisably anguished tone 'brother i have sinned' and lan xichen sighs very quietly because he doesn't want to hurt his brother's feelings and puts down his pen and says 'is this about wei wuxian' very gently and Lan Wangji is like 'mn' because it has never once Not been about wei wuxian. and then he says something that is Kind Of Weird, But Still Not A Sin like 'he fell asleep when we were studying and i watched his ribcage moving up and down for thirty eight minutes until he choked on nothing and woke himself up; am i evil' and once again lan xichen will kind of not-sigh in a way that makes it very obvious that in all other ways except physical he Is, Indeed, Sighing and has to reassure the most rigidly distraught younger brother in the history of mankind that what he is suffering from is in fact a malady known colloquially as a crush

[nato-obenkrieger]

he’s quite silly to me

[mcytblrconfessions]

The way the mcyt fandom treats cc’s ages has always been so strange to me.

Like under 18 is “small child little baby just a boy” as though they’re 10 (which is annoying), but the second a cc turns 18 all of a sudden that’s considered a full grown adult on an equal maturity level as their 30ish-year-old coworkers (which is weird). Nah babe that’s still a goofy teenager who doesn’t understand how taxes work and lives off of box macaroni, ramen, and pizza deliveries. I used to TA the first-year students at my university and my god 18-19 year olds are still mentally children in so many ways, and that’s okay. That’s how human development works; your brain is still cooking.

And then there’s the whole thing of acting like the 30+ year-olds are ancient and also everyone’s parent. Which is also strange. 30 is not that old. Most people at 30 are still figuring their lives out. I can only think of a single person I know in real life in their early thirties who is married, lives in a house (which they rent), and is just now having their first kid. That’s not your dad that’s just your favorite burnt-out millennial.

I’m guessing both of these things have to do with the average viewer age but that’s a much longer post.

[petricorah]

zuko alone pt 2

lovingly inspired by this [ids in alt]

[sideblogdotjpeg]

ive been thinking about the red string superstition recently and also sol bufo always and it makes me sick how uncannily caldwell tanner has made sol to perfectly target me personally

(+ cropped versions !)