#yall didnt see the other one!

[satoruoo]

“ if i punched you in the face would you be mad? ”

warnings: swearing, suggestive, f!reader

feat: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna, nanami, choso, yuuji, megumi, inumaki

tagging: @sad-darksoul

[toytulini]

listen im ace and im pro kink at pride and whatever, but the way some of yall are wording your posts in response to the backlash against it is uh. really taking me back to the ace shitcourse era.

yall know theres nothing wrong with being a "virgin", right? that its not inherently shameful to have not had sex, to never have sex, even if youre not ace, even if you do want to have sex someday, like, its fine that you haven't had sex?

maybe if your problem is that theyre trying to police your behavior and shame you for expressing your sexuality, you can say that? instead of resorting to "haha stupid virgin gets no bitches" like my god. do you not hear how fucking regressive that attitude is? i know, i know, youre "joking".

get a better joke

[kim-woonhak]

My top songs (of the first half) of 2023 ✦ Boys Planet edition ✦

tagged by @lunetual @jikyu @leewonseo @lee-minhoe ty 💕

I've listened to over 300 new releases from over 100 different kpop artists this year so picking my top songs felt like an mnet-level survival show 😭 the irony that i never watched Boys Planet AND one of the songs is literally a Peak Time song is not lost on me ! 🙃 but i wanted to pick a trendy format so here we are 😈 anyways i included albums instead of songs that didn't make the cut since there's too many honorable mention songs that i have had on repeat this year 😭 but most of them are in these 22 albums (oo-li is on here twice and istj isn't out yet !)

if u like my gif template, here's the link ! pls credit me ty <3

tagging (no obligation ofc and if you've already posted will u tag/send me so i can see 🥺): @bahngentertainment @chrisbangs @coupsnim @dakbees @dive-in-the-blue @hannahbahng @hyunfelix @ingblr-s @jinniebit @kyubins @losergirlz @quokki @shorelinnes @starcatching @userjiung @userwoodz @wabisaba @woodziecup @yohanblr + anyone else who wants to share just say that i tagged u <3

[electric-plants]

ahsjfkglhjhsh having an INSANE moment because i play genshin with the chinese audio and what do you MEAN that’s alhaitham talking in the trailer for cyno’s second story quest what do you MEAN

[snekdood]

yall are willing to die for trans women and not trans men and we should talk about it actually

[a-blip-of-billdip]

we need more ford haters in this fandom. this dude is a fucking loser. it has nothing to do with him being a nerd, and everything to do with him being a borderline narcissist who has ruined the lives of every single person he's come in contact with

[looneytics]

loonatics unleashed but it’s tweets I found online

[1982brucespringsteen]

the way eddie has at least three layers of clothing on at all times but also acts like a crackhead for funsies and likes riling up straight jocks and the way chrissy is always dressed in her cheerleading uniform with full make up on and perfect hair and is still not enough for some people and the way eddie’s uncle was absolutely supportive of him when everyone turned on him and the way chrissy developed a tca as a result of being relentlessly body shamed by her mom and and the way they both knew each other from middle school but not really and the way chrissy said “do you sometimes feel like you’re losing your mind” and eddie said “yeah on a daily basis” and the way people just couldn’t believe they could ever be friends or even something else and the way they clicked so effortlessly despite being so radically different. t4t

[gwinaifen]

why yall be out here on tumblr and twt n say dumb shit 🤦‍♀️ im pissed. some of yall arent meant for the real world if u still think heterophobia exists. these bitches crawling all over twitter especially. most of yall so grown but act like children and its always on twitter too. ?????? less crying more job finding. and dont get me started on those neet stay at home weebs who dehumanize women bc the only kind of women they see are in animes. ☠ and no straight people will ever truly understand how hard it is being gay why the fuck do u guys water down our struggles so much. at least ur considered fucking normal why cant u be fucking grateful for that and leave those "i hate straight ppl /srs" queers as stepping on shit. wipe it off on dry concrete and move the fuck on. but dont tell us to do the same because you know we arent treated normally no matter how open minded people have become by the years. theres still millions, or. billions of people opposing to us. is it the same to yall? probably like, only 10 people genuinely hate straight people in this world. "i hate gay people /srs" is like an anvil dropped on you. everyday a queer or trans person gets harassed verbally and physically just for being the way they are. be fucking grateful you're straight and you dont experience this thing. fuck you. homophobia and "heterophobia" struggles will never be equal. because the latter isnt real. so idk what to tell yall. again fuck u if u seriously think heterophobia is real. im taking that shit as fucking mockery to real homophobia that actually happens everyday. be fucking grateful ur naturally inlove with the opposite gender

[heartbrake-hotel]

I just want BDE to hold me; cradle me in his lap like a baby while he reads to me as I lay my head on his chest. Is that too much to ask for?

nonnie.. NONNIE.!! i wish you could hear the wistful sigh i let out reading this. i'm kicking my heels and twirling my hair about Big Daddy every chance i get 💌

just wanna curl up with him anywhere - in bed, on the couch, in the backseat of the car - wherever he is, wherever he's already comfortable, that's exactly where i wanna be.. 💓

[also i was just rambling i didn't mean for this to turn into any aCTUAL writing but.. uH 👉👈 yah sure whatever it's a blurb now ig]

wanna sneak up and slip into his lap while he's got that pretty nose of his buried in a book, disrupting his focus for only a second as he holds his book away to make room for you while you get comfy. his arms wrap securely around you once he's sure you're done moving, holding you tight, keeping your bodies flush as he reopens the paperback in his hand.

what follows is a kiss on the cheek and a murmur of sorry, didn't mean to bother you, just wanted to sit with you a little. go back to your book, and he hums a little absentmindedly in response as he keeps reading. you're pressed so close you can feel the rumble of it deep in his chest.

you busy yourself with nothing in particular, playing with the tuck in his shirt sleeve or the fringe on his jacket, occasionally running your fingers over some of your favorite parts of him: the plush swell of his belly or thighs, warm and strong underneath you; the soft slope of his shoulders, the curve of his neck, sometimes even reaching up to trace the ridge of his brow or the line of his nose. never for an extended period, just long enough for him to register and relish in the gentle touch. you wouldn't think he even noticed, too absorbed in his reading, except for how he squeezes your waist every time.

eventually, you sigh and wriggle in his arms, and he immediately drops them and clears his throat, faking that he's unaffected at the thought of you getting bored and leaving... but you're just sitting up a little higher in his lap to adjust your reach. you pout a little in discontent at the loss of his sturdy closeness so tight around you and pull his arms back where you want them. the barest hint of a smile on his face is given away only by the slight blush that colors his cheeks as he chides himself for bein' foolish, but it immediately widens to a cheshire grin as you begin running your fingers softly through his hair instead.

you don't know how much time passes like that, both of you content just to soak in the others' presence, before he speaks. wan' me to read out loud to ya, baby? his voice is quiet and sweet - not shy, per se, but like he's savoring the moment, like he worries you might get up anytime now and he wants to appreciate you here, snug and lovely in his arms, while he's still got it. you just nod in response, knowing he can feel it. he nods once, too, throat working as you watch his pillowy lips begin to form the words.

he thinks he's being surreptitious, but you're not so distracted that you don't notice how he flipped back to the very beginning of the book - a ploy to spend more time with you, but you don't mind one little bit. you hide your answering grin in his shoulder, sealed w a kiss pressed there, into the warmth of his body underneath the silky fabric of his shirt.

his voice is a little hoarse, at first, from slight disuse, but the longer he reads, the smoother it gets, the rich ebb and flow characteristic of his extensive vocal range becoming apparent. his cadence is lilting and musical in and of itself, so much so that you almost aren't listening to the words in favor of focusing on the sound.

the more he reads, the more comfortable you get, your fingers moving down to twirl in the fluffy curls at the nape of his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder. soon you find yourself sliding back down into his lap even further, to settle more firmly against the breadth of his chest. you can feel more so than hear the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat under your cheek. you've never felt so safe and loved as you do right here with him, and you know he knows it.

before long, lulled by that feeling, you find your blinks growing slower and your head growing heavier. you lost the plot of the book long ago, too distracted by his delicious closeness to keep track of the host of details, but now even the white noise of his voice is blurring in your ears as you drowse in his arms. not gonna fall asleep on me, are ya, little? he chuckles, his fond amusement audible. you grin a little but don't open your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder as you settle more firmly against him. that, mr. presley, is for me to know and you to find out. now keep reading!

anythin' you say, honey.

[tunastime]

hi hello ,, offers you 16 for double life ethubs nods

16. have you ever / you wouldn't dare (x) (1026 words)

Bdubs makes it clear very early on that there is a bed in his home that has a space for him. It is not Bdubs’ bed, but it is a bed in a home too similar to something Etho and Bdubs built with their own hands and he lets him know that it can be his home, too. It never is, but the fragment of a person that is Etho on his red life visits him often.

Bdubs watches him from his spot in the grass. It’s dark—not so dark that anything will sneak up on him, though, but it’s dark enough to see the sky. Bdubs lies in the grass alone. Impulse is asleep. He doesn’t know that Etho is here but he knows that there is no sleeping shape next to him but he does not stir to check it. Bdubs hangs in the balance of his trust. Bdubs is also trusting Etho not to be armed.

Etho shuffles over, hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks small under his big coat. It’s chilly, not cold, but Etho looks like he might freeze to death even with the fever of a red life slushing through his veins. He pulls his hands from his pockets as he wanders over, hooking them in the loops of his mask. He pulls it off as he sits. His face is pale, taut, tired. He lies back in the grass. Bdubs looks back up at the stars above him.

He traces the familiar ones with his eyes, hands resting on his sternum. He hears Etho sigh beside him as he settles his head against the hood of his coat. He does not fully know why Etho is here, but he offers him his company in return for not killing him on sight. It seems to be working. 

Etho turns his head after a moment, and says, with a hint of curiosity in his voice:

“Have you ever thought about what it would’ve been like? If it had been us together?”

Bdubs turns his head to face him. Etho is close to him—close enough so that their noses almost brush and he can count his individual white eyelashes. His eyes aren’t mismatched anymore—they’re both deeply red. It kind of suits him. Bdubs frowns with his whole face.

“I don’t know if it would’ve been good.”

“Maybe,” Etho gives a halfhearted shrug. “Maybe not. I think about it sometimes.”

“I’m not surprised you do.”

Bdubs hauls himself up, reaching over to smack him. He makes contact with Etho’s shoulder, and Etho jerks away, swatting his hand away.

“Hey!”

Bdubs snorts.

“All I’m saying is I get it. But we would’ve been scared, Etho,” he folds his hands in his lap, looking into them. He looks over at him again. “Witless. Scared for each other. You know?”

Etho’s still lying down. He looks up at him with big, wide eyes. Something flickers behind him that Bdubs rarely sees—something unsure. Bdubs watches him swallow.

“I dunno,” he says softly.

“Etho, don’t lie to me,” Bdubs sighs. He slouches, sagging forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “ It doesn’t feel good, I know. I know...I know you care about how I’m doing, alright?”

“Sure.” Etho folds his hands on his stomach, tapping his thumbs together.

“I know you do. You’re also not a good liar.”

“Mhm.”

“Listen, listen, bottle it up all you want. Bottom line is, once we get out of here, I’m not letting you out of my sight, okay? No longer.”

Etho props himself up on his elbows, enough so that when he inches closer, they’re so close that Bdubs could reach over and knock their heads together. Etho lowers his voice, conspiratorial. 

“Is that a promise, ‘Dubs?” he says, a smile worming into his face.

“Is that a promise—” Bdubs snorts, throwing his head back, rolling his eyes. “Do I look like a liar to you?”

Etho shakes his head and lies through his teeth.

“Never.”

Bdubs grins.

“C’mere you.”

Bdubs leans forward and takes his face in his hands. He laces his fingers around the back of his head and kisses him. Then Etho kisses him back, and he doesn’t pull back right away either. And then Bdubs pulls him a little closer, kisses him a little harder. He tries to say I’m sorry or this is the worst set of circumstances or after everything it’s still you and it’s still us and it still will be. But he’s just kissing him and he’s not a telepath. He finally pulls away from him. Etho almost doesn’t, but he knows when Bdubs has had enough and lets him go. 

“Go on, Bdubs,” he says, still held in Bdubs’ hands. “Back inside before Impulse gets too worried.”

“He won't,” Bdubs says. His eyes are still closed. “He trusts me.”

“Good. I’m glad he does. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to keep you safe around here.”

Etho keeps tracing his knee. Bdubs finally looks at him. Something twists tight in his stomach, something about the soft, far away look on Etho’s face. He leans forward again. Their skulls knock together.

“I’ll see you soon, okay, Etho?” he says. Etho laughs, pats his knee, and untangles himself. Or, rather, lets Bdubs untangle, letting him pull away first. He’s still sitting in the grass when Bdubs stands.

“Keep Impulse safe, Bdubs,” he says, brushing the dirt from the back of his jacket. “I don’t want you gone before me, alright?”

“I will, Etho,” Bdubs says. He stays half turned to him as Etho stands. They share one more full look before Etho pulls his mask back over his face. “I will, I promise.”

Etho lets him go back into the house without a complaint. Bdubs doesn’t see if he stands there any longer. He goes back to Impulse, sleeping, and Etho goes back to the burnt shell of the Relation, alone.

(And he keeps that promise, if it’s any consolation.)

[adriles]

i know of two types of people⸻people who the gods refuse to let me kill because they will meet their fates under other circumstances, and people who the gods want me to kill in violent ways

[toytulini]

i may not be able to open posts from my notes or messages or get more context on posts via looking at the notes, but at least i can make fucked up coffee properly now

[todayisafridaynight]

oh girls dont look im rambling in here

[aria0fgold]

Siffrin is Breaking. And I'm here clutching my hair cuz oooohhhh boooooiiiii isabeau.........

[lorillee]

personally i think godot shouldve thrown more coffee cups at phoenix