#yeah jacket hell yeah

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I don't want to brag or anything but I have a really cool jacket now so basically I'm completely sane and normal now.

Everyone knows you can't have mental issues if you are wearing a cool as fuck jacket, It's literarily impossible, nu uh can't be--I probably own a motorcycle even If I don't remember buying one-- that's how cool and normal I am now.

So yeah don't worry guys, I probably don't even need therapy anymore... all because of jacket.

[mirrored-muse]

ᴄʀᴀᴡʟɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ | ᴠ.ᴘ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 674

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴘᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏʟ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ! ᴠᴀɴ ᴘᴀʟᴍᴇʀ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪᴍᴏ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ!

The first thud barely wakes you. The second, louder, more of a crash, has you shooting up in bed just in time to see a mess of red and blue fabric stumble through your bedroom window.

“Oh, fuck me,” Van groans, landing in a heap on your floor.

You blink, still half-asleep, heart pounding. “Van?”

You blink, rubbing sleep from your eyes, trying to piece together the fact that your girlfriend, who on paper, is just your sarcastic, slightly reckless soccer-playing girlfriend, is currently stumbling through your window dressed as her version of Spider-Man.

Again.

Your eyes flick down to the tear in her suit, the deep gash along her ribs.

“Jesus, Van,” you mutter, throwing off your blanket and rushing over. “what happened?”

Van waves a hand. “You should see the other guy.”

You ignore her reply and crouch down beside her, gently pressing a hand to her arm. Her muscles are tense under your touch, but she doesn’t pull away. You sigh, already standing up to grab the first-aid kit you keep specifically for nights like this.

“Take your suit off,” you say, opening the kit.

Van, predictably, takes that as an opportunity. “Damn, babe, at least buy me dinner first.”

You shoot her an unimpressed look.

She groans, dragging herself onto your bed and flopping down dramatically. “Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.”

She unzips the top half of her suit and peels it off her shoulders, revealing the wound along her ribs. It’s not deep, but it’s ugly. Already bruising around the edges. You wince, pulling out a disinfectant wipe.

The second it touches her skin, she hisses, jerking away.

“Ow- okay, Jesus, can we pretend I have, like, some level of dignity here?”

“You literally throw yourself off buildings for fun,” you remind her, dabbing more carefully now.

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

You roll your eyes but soften your touch, pressing the gauze to her ribs. She exhales sharply, shoulders twitching.

After a few seconds of silence, she glances at you. “You’re mad, aren’t you?”

You don’t answer right away, focusing on wrapping the bandage around her torso. “Not mad.”

Van raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re totally mad.”

You sigh, tying off the bandage. “I just hate seeing you like this. You come in here in the middle of the night all bruised and bleeding, acting like it’s nothing.

Van opens her mouth, probably to throw out some sarcastic remark, but then she stops. Her expression shifts, just slightly.

She exhales, dragging a hand through her hair. “I know,” she mutters. “I just… I don’t know how to not do this.”

You swallow, looking at her, really looking at her. She’s still Van, still smiling through the pain, still acting like it’s all just part of the job. But there’s something else underneath it. Something tired.

Carefully, you reach out, brushing your fingers against hers. She glances down at your hands, then back up at you.

“I just worry about you,” you admit.

Van huffs a small laugh. “Yeah, well, lucky for you, I’ve got a great track record of surviving.” You don’t laugh and she notices.

She sighs again, tilting her head back against the pillow. “Okay, okay. How about this, I promise to be more careful.”

You narrow your eyes. “That doesn’t mean much coming from you.”

She grins. “Fine. I promise to be more careful, and-” she pauses, gently squeezing your hand, “-I promise I’ll always come back to you.”

You want to be annoyed at how easily she says things like that, how effortlessly she makes your heart feel like it’s doing Olympic-level gymnastics, but you can’t.

Not when she’s looking at you like that. Not when you know she means it.

You exhale, squeezing her hand back. “You better.”

Before you can say anything else, she tugs you forward, pulling you down beside her.

“Van-”

“Five minutes,” she mutters into your shoulder, already getting comfortable.

You sigh, shaking your head, but you don’t push her away. Instead, letting her rest against you.

[princessleprechaunnn]

Memory 1

click the thing that says click for the series masterlist warning: ummm typical yellowjackets things, cussing, drug use, lezzing out hopefully a series as long as i stay locked in

         You were walking back to the cabin, water in tow. As you set it down, you spot Natalie and Travis bickering. You try to walk past them, but your curiosity gets the best of you.

“What the fuck is the issue?” you say trying to sound annoyed, but the slight smirk on your face betrays you. 

Natalie scoffed before looking at you “This bitch is too good to go hunting with me, wanna come instead?”

You took a second before shifting on your feet and replying, “Umm, sure.”

At that, Nat slung the rifle over her shoulder and started trekking deeper into the woods.

Somehow, she leads you back to the crash site. Nat abruptly stops, and you shift nervously before calling out her name softly.

“Nat, why are we here? I thought we were going hunting?”

She turns around, meeting your gaze, and walks into the plane's cabin. “Hold on..”

You wait patiently when you finally see Nat’s head pop out again, grinning at you. You furrow your brows, confused, until you look down at her hand. A crumpled bag, as well as her lighter. Her face seems to beckon you closer, and before you know it, you are sitting on the plane floor with Natalie.

She fidgets softly with the lighter until she gets it to light and takes a blunt from the bag. She brings it to the flame and lights it. You watch as she breathes in, and soon slowly exhales the hot puff of smoke. She looks at you for a moment, looking as if she were contemplating something.

“You smoke?” she asks, a quizzical expression on her face.

“I mean, I’ve tried a cigarette once or twice at a party. But I haven’t made it a habit?” She chuckles softly before sitting up and leaning in a bit closer.

“Just open your mouth, breathe in like it's a straw. Hold it in for a second, then slowly let it go. Ok, you try.”

You take the blunt in your hand, gazing at it momentarily. “It’s not gonna bite, either hit it or pass it back,” Nat says, her gaze softening slightly.

“Shit, ok.” You try to do what Nat says, but it feels like your lungs are about to explode. You blow out the smoke and start to cough aggressively, which makes Nat start laughing loudly.

“Oh my god, easy there. You’re too aggressive. It's not going anywhere, ease up.” You try it again, and follow Nat’s instructions. To both of your surprise, you softly exhale the smoke.

“Better, now gimme.”

It’s been almost an hour of you smoking and talking with Natalie, and your conversations were frequently interrupted by fits of giggles. As she rambles on about something, you interrupt her.

“We should have hung out more in school, you are honestly the most decent person on this team.”

Her gaze on you softens momentarily, but then her wall is right back up. 

“Because you would wanna hang out with the school burnout, yeah, right.” She looks away from you, her eyes searching for anything to look at other than your face.

“I wouldn’t have minded, I don’t care about that shit too much. Plus, you are so fucking funny. And I could have kept you company whenever you skipped.” You said, looking at Nat softly. 

She gazes at your lips, and you gaze at hers. “You really would have hung out with me?” she whispers 

“Hell yeah,” you spurted out.

Your words caused a silence to fall over you both, until Nat spoke up. 

“We should probably go back, also, I need to find us all dinner on the way back.” You both stood up and straightened out your clothes. You began the longer walk back to the cabin, Natalie scoring two rabbits on the way. As you walk back into the cabin, you look at Natalie one more time as she speaks with Shauna. She met your gaze for a moment and smiled softly at you. Her lopsided grin brought butterflies to your stomach. 

Oh fuck…

notes: i caved to the demons (my impatience) ...also enjoy me trying to describe how to smoke a blunt despite having no knowledge on the subject!

[clownowo]

a little bit obsessed with this guy

[sasukeofcolor]

One of my tokyo revengers headcanons is that after emma died, mikey took all of emmas stuffed animals and dolls and blankets and pillows and clothes. And he put them in his new room. Whether or not that room is the one on sano property or wherever he lived after he lost to izana and kisaki. I think he took them bcause he wants to feels emmas presence, and because he feels bad for all those items, without an owner or family, left all alone.

It's already canon that Mikey grew up surrounded by his older brothers belongings in his room after Shinichiro died, so it makes sense for emmas belongings too. Especially the pink bear draken got her. Mikey would totally have that. And mikey is already extremely attached to the belongings of his dead loved ones, such as his Babu and bajis charm, so I think he has a momento of emma that he keeps with him always, in every future timeline. Because in every future timeline except the last one, emma is dead. And mikey was left alone. So now the only things that could comfort mikey, having lost his matching partner, are her old belongings. And only mikey can comfort those belongings, after they were left behind by their parted old owner.

[fractangle]

Behold, The Meme Jacket

This jacket arrangement position is called "LOOK AT MY ARMPITS."

Here's a close-up of the collar and lapels with the jacket laying normally:

The snaps on the lapels hold them open, but can also be snapped closed, which is nice on windy days.

Here's the front of the jacket as it's intended to be seen:

I was very particular about how I designed and arranged these: much like how the back only has color in the middle, I wanted to keep the bright colors to the center. The two brightly colored patches are meant to read like a two-panel comic, or some sort of call-response thing, whatever. The patches along the bottom are meant to read left to right, almost like a four-panel comic. (The Awesome Face patch is just there because it fit.)

What's not obvious from these pictures is that there are inside pockets, which connect to the zippered side pockets! I don't tend to actually use this feature very much, but it does make the pocket space hugely tall in there.

Another feature I don't tend to use very much is the zip-off sleeves. I think I've only ever taken the sleeves off once (plus a few times when sewing patches on, to make it easier to reach where I was working).

The googly eye buttons are holding up moderately well - I might need to replace one of the eyes by next year. If you're gonna do this yourself, you gotta put a metal keyring of the same size behind the googly eye! Wrap the keyring in a piece of fabric (I used the tubular bit from the bottom edge of a t-shirt), and sew it to the button band. Then, glue the googly eye onto the fabric with enough glue to also glue the fabric to the keyring. (I used superglue for this.)

All in all, it's been an incredibly fun project, and one that I get lots and lots of use out of! I'm sure I'll add to it at some point, but I'm calling its current state "done (v1.0)".

[grogart]

Why Fall is the best season: - Hot chocolate and pumpkin spice - Pretty leaves - Tiny jackets

[torchlight-troubles]

YEAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dailyedgeworth]

today, chiefs of justice

[detco-hell]

[ episode 467 - The Unsmashable Snowman]

[howtosingit]

TK Strand in 911: LONE STAR Season 5

[datura-tea]

anyway sorry i haven't been around here much - i've been busy with irl stuff! like dnd! i've been playing with some friends and it's been really fun so far :)

here's my character, badette:

she's a barbarian tiefling who was raised by giants, and can, consequently, become a giant when she's in a rage! also she has wings and can fly. so imagine you're fighting something and then you see a flying, raging, giant pink tiefling about to attack you with her greataxe. i'd be terrified

[circuitedcross]

i wish i could get myself to finish this but i failed :(

[skrunksthatwunk]

R, Mako & Ryuko both bisexual, lesbian, or pansexual?

[OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT KILL LA KILL SPOTTED] ok SO. i feel very strongly that ryuko is a lesbian if she's into anyone at all. i've talked a lot about what i think the wedding dress scene means for her character and her relationship to, in short, gender + romantic conformity and non-queerness. it's her being tempted by the safety and community (the family) that being a Regular Girl Wifey like her gross fascy mom wants would bring her, which she ultimately rejects because of mako and senketsu's intervention. that stuff isn't her. she would have to erase a lot of herself to fit into that image. she is not meant to play that role, and if she tried, she would no longer be ryuko.

there's a lot of wonderful readings of this, i.e. genderqueer, aro/ace/aroace, and even non-queer gnc interpretations, because rejecting gender roles regarding romance, social status, etc carries weight for a lot of those groups. but when i watched that scene as somebody who recently figured out they're a lesbian, that's the lens i saw it through, and it meant a lot to me. it still does, obviously. actually, klk broadly means a lot to me for sapphic reasons, but that's even more of a digression. MY POINT IS i think she's a lesbian and i am very insistent, at the very least, that she's not into guys.

but for mako i'm like yk what go crazy. i think bi/pan readings of her make sense and i think lesbian readings of her make sense, and i'm not particularly passionate about either. i just know she's absolutely crazy about ryuko, and shows clear and obvious I LIKE WOMEN I THINK WOMEN ARE HOT signs throughout the show, which is so real of her. i think i read her as a lesbian bc i don't think she shows any signs of being into guys? in the series? but 1) that's an interpretation thing 2) i could be misremembering some stuff, as it's been a little bit.

tl;dr ryuko's a lesbian to me and i feel very strongly about that and mako can be whatever so long as she's still sapphic, but i think i read her as a lesbian. if you asked me two months from now, maybe i'd say she's pan. who knows~ anyway ryuko and mako are dating and they're canon idc idc

anyway this question made me think of this yt comment i screenshotted like a year ago lol. sums it up ig

[wynandcore]

Flynn is essentially just God showing up for one day only to bumble about and leave again

[candyunicornsateme]

Yellow peaches or white peaches?

Yellow peaches please? <3