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[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[piglii]

I will not let bad takes about Marcille on twitter.com have an effect on my emotions. I will not let the opinions of seasonal-only anime watchers take root in my brain. I will permit their bad opinions to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see their path. Where the bad opinions have gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

[harrymasonsdadbod]

THE WAY HES STANDING IS KILLING ME

LOOK AT HIM

[cold-boys-fandom-hub]

11 additional behind the scenes photos from Christos Lawton!

[sqlatoon]

the NEW new squidbeak splatoon

[royalarchivist]

Pac: Man, it was an immense joy to meet all these people from Europe. It was a lot, it was a very unique experience for me. And– sometimes I go from one place to another, I've been to some events and met the people from Brazil and such, it’s always really cool too! But it's different when you meet a person from a different country, with a different language, that knows your content. It's really crazy, you know? It's as if… I don't know. It's like a mental reset, a new experience. It's really cool, man.

Pac: I was very happy and very honored I was able to participate in this, you know? The QSMP was a very big deal. I even saw how QSMP impacted so many people from so many countries, right? Guys, from all the countries I mentioned earlier, everyone followed me through QSMP. They discovered the content here on the channel through QSMP. Pretty crazy, right? See how big the series was and how it reached so many people from so many countries, right? It's insane, isn't it?

[tangramkey]

i love my Basketbot Portal AU

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he struggled to fall in love while you struggled to value your life the way you valued others, entire fic is inspired by one line from nandemonaiyo by macaroni empitsu

warnings: not suicidal acts but it is very selfless behaviour from the reader, reader does not exactly fear death, hoshina calls you "darling"

wc: 1500

Hoshina Soushirou struggled to fall in love, to accept that he was in love without feeling so terribly vulnerable, and you knew this. On the other hand, you struggled to value your own life the way you valued others, and he knew this. And surprisingly, or perhaps unfortunately, this combination pieced together your relationship far better than one would expect.

You were a platoon leader in the 3rd division, and you’ve been for quite a while now. You were good at what you did, bringing people together and livening up the mood when times got dark. Still, you were strong enough to not only get the job done, but also to cover for your officers when things got tough. While you enjoyed what you did, and took pride in the position you were given, you weren’t exactly fond of it anymore.

You were sick and tired of seeing your officers die, and the thought of them gone kept you up at night. Not to mention there was nothing could get rid of the guilt you felt when you had to inform their loved ones of their passing. Well, perhaps you didn’t have to inform them personally, but to you, it was the least you could do. But it hurt you so much, no matter the number of times you’ve gone through it through all these years. Even if it was inevitable considering your job, and even if it wasn’t something you had much control over, you just couldn’t get used to it— nor did you really want to. So a few years back, you had sworn that you’d protect your officers, even if it meant you’d lose your life. If risking your life was going to save theirs, there wasn’t even a need to hesitate, you’d do it every single time.

And Hoshina knew this. He knew you would and he also knew there was no stopping you at this point, because he agreed. He was the vice-captain of the 3rd division, he knew exactly how you felt and couldn’t agree more. He also knew that you took these passings to your heart. He knew the thoughts kept you up at night, and he knew just how much they broke your heart. So subconsciously, he tried not to get attached. He had locked up his feelings after a while and so he loved you a little— just a little. He was good at this too, because he naturally struggled to fall in love in the first place. He struggled to accept he was in love.

And as horrible as this sounded, you knew this and you wanted him to, because when it comes down to it, if you were to leave him behind, what you were doing would be no different. And that was the last thing you wanted to do— leave someone who loved you behind.

While this sounded like nothing more than a broken relationship, at the end of the day you were undeniably in love with him and he was as well— there was no doubting that. Although he didn't believe in being with someone while constantly on the brink of death, he still loved you and he still wished to be by your side, the same way you were absolutely in love with him. So this was just the way it was.

It was obvious whenever one of your officers passed, it was always all over your face. As soon as you walked into your shared unit, even if you put on a smile and laughed, he’d see it in your eyes right away. He’d sense it in the way you walked and the way you talked. The way you’d be a little zoned out, and sounded terribly exhausted.

Every time this happened, he made you a warm cup of tea and squeezed your cheeks as he gave you a warm kiss, and you’d realize that he caught on again. Today was one of those days again.

“It’s not your fault, darling,” he said. “You did everything you could, I know this. You know this.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to mope around and ruin your day,” you said, and he shook his head. “I’m just a little tired of myself, for watching my coworkers who followed my lead and trusted my orders to just… die. Also, horribly ashamed to face their family— I could never apologize enough.”

“Yeah, that’s probably the hardest part,” he said.

“I know they don’t blame me, nor do they show how lost they are when they’re in front of me,” you said. “But when they’re alone, at night, they’ll start to think. It’s always harder for those left behind.”

“I won’t ever leave you behind,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“Oh, don’t say that now,” you said. “When I’m gone you better not mope around. You're going to go find someone who won’t go dying on you any moment. You better not miss me.”

“Oh, don’t you say that. We’re not trying to jinx anything over here,” he said, flicking you on the forehead, which you quickly put your hand over. “Besides I’ll be fine. You know this.”

You did, and it made you smile. While even you thought it’d break your heart to hear the man you loved say he’d be fine without you, it was still a bit of a relief to you. This was okay.

“But really, you’d better not leave me behind,” you said.

“I would never,” he said.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

He’d be lying if he said this didn’t break his heart a little, but he did find strange comfort in it. Or he used to at the very least. He had always been this way, it had always scared him to fall in love, to find someone important to him, and become someone important to someone. So being in a relationship came with a large sense of guilt for him, because he was never able to let go of himself and love, and he feared how unfair this was. But now, he could just love you a little, and detach himself from the rest. It was easier for him to do so.

It was supposedly, exactly what he wanted.

Yet, every time there was a mission he thought about you. He thought about whether you’d do something reckless today, or whether you’d come home injured. He prayed that none of your officers would be in danger, because he knew you’d be fine alone. He wished that you’d come home that night and scold him again for staying up too late or drinking coffee at 3 in the morning. He hoped that you’d laugh if he were to crack the stupid joke he came up with just now, and you’d make him laugh in the morning over some silly mistake you'd complain about.

He hoped that you wouldn’t leave him behind.

“Oh,” he said.

“What is it, Hoshina?” Okonogi asked.

“Sorry, nothing,” he said. “I’ll stop spacing out.”

“Rather unlike you, to be,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said. “I fear it is.”

It truly was rather unlike him to be hopelessly in love, and to know that he was. He was hopelessly in love with you.

This just wasn’t the right time to realize, because he had a horrifying number of kaiju to deal with in front of him. Each one of them separately would not have been a problem for him, but there were just so many— not to mention they were working together. He’d be fine though, because he promised he wouldn’t leave you behind, and who was he to be breaking a promise with you?

Soon after, Okonogi had made the decision to call people over to support him, and immediately you rushed over. You knew you had your platoon to be watching over and you weren’t the closest to him, but none of that mattered. If he was gone, you’d truly be nothing, even if that wasn’t the same for him with you.

Yet, by the time you had made it he had already neutralized every last kaiju.

“Soushirou!” you yelled, rushing over to him. He was so beaten up as he lay on the ground, absolutely still, it took everything in you to not think about the worst. Until he raised his arm to give you a weak thumbs up. “You absolute asshole. You promised you wouldn’t leave me behind.”

He smiled as you reached his side.

“You’ll be okay,” you said, sounding more like you were trying to convince yourself. “The ambulance is coming.”

“You know, I was thinking,” he said, and immediately you shot him a glare as if to warn him that this better be good if he’s wasting his breath on it.

But it was.

“Darling, I’d die if you left me behind.”

[iizuumi]

Guess Narumi isn't getting any paperwork done ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mechanicalinfection]

father of all springtraps.

The 9 owners of the sillies :

@ravenmccookies @fnafmybeloved @springlock-suits @bxnnie-bxwl @dexcaru @skellyrayrat @bloodbunnys-mystery @fredbearsfamilypub @plan-bliz

[secondbeatsongs]

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[linatheweirdooo]

The end of the world

[narugen-moved]

do you like the stars, captain?

original/traced

[gothcsz]

I guess neighbour reader hears Javi having sex…she feels bad because she’s enjoying it.

*sighs and opens notes app* no but seriously, i would be jealous tooooo. javier mi amor por favor—pick me, choose me, love meeee! 😭 [ masterlist ]

You lie there, staring at the ceiling, willing yourself to fall asleep, but the sounds from the other side of the wall make it impossible.

The rhythmic thumps of Javier’s headboard seem to shake your bedroom, each one vibrating through the wall like a taunt, while the high-pitched whimpers of the woman with him grate your nerves.

His deep grunts are unmistakable, rumbling with effort and pleasure, so clear it’s like you’re right there in the room with them.

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling a heavy weight in your chest, a painful jealousy twisting inside you. It should be you, shouldn’t it? The thought clings to your mind like a thorn, sharp and stinging. But no, it’s not you in there—it’s some nameless girl getting what you’ve only fantasized about.

Despite the jealousy and the ache in your heart, you can’t deny the throbbing between your legs. The heat pooling in your lower belly intensifies with every thud, every sound of pleasure coming from his bedroom.

You groan into your pillow, feeling pathetic, desperate, for the way your body is responding. Why is this turning you on so much?

You try to will your arousal away. But it’s useless. The sounds get louder, more insistent, and your mind starts to betray you, conjuring images that you can’t shake. It’s not her with him anymore—it’s you.

You imagine Javier’s rough, calloused hands running over your skin, gripping your thighs, squeezing them as he spreads you wider for him. You picture the intensity in his eyes, the desperation in his touch as he fucks you like he can’t help himself, like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t have you.

You can practically feel the heat of his body against yours, his weight pressing you down into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck as he moves inside you.

Your thighs press together, trying to relieve the tension that’s building there, but it only makes the throbbing worse. You bite down on your bottom lip, hard enough to sting, as the sounds from the other side of the wall grow more frantic.

You know you shouldn’t, but your hand drifts down beneath the covers, sliding between your legs. This can be your little secret, the one you’ll wallow in shame for later.

It’s not like Javier will ever know that you’re touching yourself to the sound of him pleasing another woman.

It’s pitiful, you think, but right now, you don’t care. You just need to take care of the pressure, to chase the release that’s been building not only with every sound and bang of his headboard; but also from your growing feelings for Javier.

Your fingers dip lower, running your finger down the wet seam of your cunt and you gasp quietly, your body already on edge from the fantasy you’ve built in your mind. You can almost hear his voice in your ear, whispering dirty, sweet things, telling you how good you feel, how badly he needs you.

Your legs spreader as you begin to rub and flick at your clit, back arching as more of your arousal leaks out of your pussy, your nipples pebbling from how turned on you are.

Your eyes squeeze shut as two of your slick and sticky fingers dip inside, curling to brush at that one spot that makes you tremble. Your breathing comes out more shallow, a thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin.

You imagine what it would be like to have his larger fingers pumping in and out of you—how amazing his tongue would feel swirling around your clit before he sucks it between his lips.

And as the sounds from his bedroom reach their peak, so do you, your body vibrating as you give in to your orgasm , biting down on your lip to muffle the soft moan that escapes you.

When it’s over, you lie there, panting softly, staring at the ceiling with a mix of shame and satisfaction blending in your chest.

The sounds from the other side of the wall have faded now, but the memory of what just happened lingers.

You’ll regret it in the morning, but for now, you let yourself bask in the afterglow, even if it’s tainted with the ache of knowing it wasn’t really him and it never will be.

[appleciderjulie]

hey guys i like drawing cutesy stuff that’s actually monumentally fucked up

anyways how we feelin tonight

[catpeepeepoopoo]

doodling murderbot everyday until someone reads it - day 2

(this is pretty much a scene from a fic that i don’t remember unfortunately but it was about gurathins family being transphobic)