#AND THIS ISNT EVEN WHAT I WANT TO DO IN THIS FIELD I WANT TO BE PLAYING MUSIC

[dullahandyke]

didnt even touch on the sandra lynn stuff int he tags of the last post bcos if i talk about her im liable to explode. get behind me, middle-aged divorced woman proficient in archery

[m00ngbin]

I'm trying to pick a major that I would be the most interested in just because it would make my life so much easier and right now I have like three ideas and they all have a million problems

[cannibalovers]

jack coming back, showing pics of the crime scene to will AND molly, pressuring him to come back and molly telling him that she would be satisfied knowing he did the right thing and that he should go and Will actually going made me actually shed a tear.

[crushed-oranged-angered]

The classical music industry sucks ASS actually in case you were wondering

[starii-void]

sleep good

but sleep means startimg the next day

and starting the next day means no more rest time in this day

fuck

[silverislander]

people smarter than me have said this before but jesus christ why does every job seem to require at least a year of experience and a degree in some hyperspecific field. where did the entry level positions go? how am i even supposed to get experience if none of yall will give me a job without it?

[fewtrell]

my parents are so fucking frustrating sometimes

[s0fter-sin]

even though ellie is immune, we see in the mall that infected still attack her and we know that they will rip people apart in an attempt to spread. a vaccine wouldn’t kill the existing infected or stop them from attacking. ellie would never be able to make a decision without the fireflies manipulating her into thinking she was selfish and killing people and turning her against joel by making her think the same about him and maybe even that she’s just a replacement for sarah. not to mention they would just use a vaccine as the ultimate trading tool to topple fedra and become the new world leaders which is what they really want. they were going to kill a little girl without telling her she was going to die on the off chance her brain could produce a cure. joel did the right thing

[arolesbianism]

Doodle I did of my girl Juliet earlier

[235uranium]

listen all love to biologists but why are they always confused when physicists suggest that there are common paths that things follow with an "end goal". like yeah the field based on the principal that you can determine effect if you know the cause is interested in understanding those things.

[throwing-summers-at-the-walls]

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[swagging-back-to]

also the people who keep telling me to go to collge are miserably obnoxious. according to my GED tests im already college level in every single subject. in reading and science i had the highest score possible. everything else was one point below the maximum score. going to college is a waste of my time, literally.

[hoshiina]

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

request: hiii idk if u take these kinds of requests but id like to see jealous reader (preferably if reader and hoshina are already in an established relationship and reader works in a different division, meaning they dont get to see each other much) like maybe he’s used to calling okonogi “my dear” and its the first reader heard him call anyone with a pet name like that and she starts to overthink and gets pouty/ sulky and hoshina doesnt notice it at first but when he does he starts teasing her which doesnt help HAHAHAHA if its ok can it be hurt/ comfort and end in fluff & HELLO!! can i request an angst to fluff with hoshina where reader thinks he likes okonogi more than him especially since he is against revealing him n reader’s relationship to the third division (for other reasons of course). hopefully this isnt too specific!! i hope u have a wonderful day:))

notes: hoshina calls the reader “darling”, hurt comfort, him accepting jealousy a valid emotion (very important to me i fear), so sorry i merged the reqs!! i hope this was satisfactory for both TY FOR THE REQ!, this is a twt thread i thought about while writing this, (l/n) mention in the bonus part

wc: 1400

Oh, you hated when this happened. You hated when your heart started to tighten in this horrible way you knew well. You hated being jealous.

You hated how self centered it made you feel and how it ate away at your thoughts and feelings. It made you feel like your good thoughts were disintegrating to horrible ones. However, what you hated even more was how it meant you were doubting his love for you— and that was the last thing you wanted to do. You didn't want to doubt him, nor did you doubt him, but when the jealousy got to your head it was over. You were stuck in a loop.

To top it off, the cause of this all was truly harmless and hardly that big of a deal, but that's usually how most anxious thoughts start. They start little.

You were called to visit the 3rd Division to help with research on a field you were particularly knowledgeable on, and you happened to hear Hoshina's laughter from the operation room, so you went in to take a peek.

“It was not that funny,” Okonogi was saying to him, but Hoshina only continued to laugh.

“Yes, it definitely was,” he laughed. “I knew Kafka would forget about that hole in the training grounds again.”

“Why don't you remind him, then?”

“Comedic relief, of course.”

“Alright then.”

“Okonogi dear, you're no fun,” he said.

They said a few more things, but you couldn't seem to focus on their words. ‘Dear’? Was that merely a simple pet name? Or was there more to them than you initially expected?

Oh, the worries started to fill your head. And they were things you didn't want to be worried about— Okonogi was always so sweet to you when you popped by and you knew Hoshina loved you. The last thing you wished to do was doubt them, nor did you want to make things awkward around them. There were just so many things that you just didn't know about, being in a different division as him. You doubted they even knew you were dating, and the voice in your head would only get louder.

It was then that Hoshina saw you at the doorway and called over to you.

“Are you done with work?” he asked, his voice excited and hopeful. Your heart stung.

“Not quite yet,” you tried to sound disappointed, but for the right reason. “I’ll get going now.”

You walked away from the room as quickly as you could, seemingly naturally. You didn't want to be there and you didn't want to talk to him before calming down first— you were sure you'd say something silly if you spoke now.

Yet, immediately you heard footsteps behind you and a hand you knew well grab yours.

“Soushirou?” you asked, turning to look behind you.

“What's wrong?” he asked, his voice soft and visible concern in his eyes. “Do you feel unwell?”

Pang in your chest again.

“Not at all, nothing's wrong?” you said, but you could see the way he pursued his lips— the hurt in his eyes from how you wouldn't tell him what was troubling you. Gosh, why did you feel this way? Why must you feel much silly emotions.

“It's truly so stupid,” you said. “I'll tell you another time.”

“Alright,” he said, letting go of your hand. That one was your bad— you knew he wouldn't push you any further, even if he wanted to.

Dinner that night was awkward. You weren't even that jealous, but the fact that you felt something was gnawing at your brain upset you. Not to mention the fact that you were keeping something from him made you feel even worse.

“How was your training?” you asked.

“Alright, I suppose,” he said. There was a horrible moment of silence. You weren’t sure what to say.

“I think I’m getting a hang of this new technique,” he finally continued, but you wouldn’t look up at him— you were afraid he wouldn’t look your way.

“I see,” you said. “That’s really cool… I’d like to see someday.”

“I’ll show you as soon as its better,” he said.

The rest of dinner felt… quiet. The two of you still talked throughout it but it was terribly different from the usual lively catch-up you’d have— it was heart-wrenching quite frankly.

So as you’d imagine, going to sleep was even worse. You subconsciously faced away from him and pretended to fall asleep quickly, hoping he’d sleep soon too. You hated what was going on, but you just couldn’t bring this up. You knew it was silly and you knew you’d forget soon enough. You’d probably regret making such a big deal out of it.

“Darling,” he said, and immediately you turned to face him. He was already facing you. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it… I’m sorry I pushed you.”

Gosh, you thought. You gulped. You wished he wasn’t so kind.

“You’re going to think I’m so annoying though,” you said, voice cracking in a way you didn’t wish for it to and immediately his eyes widened.

“Darling, what happened?” he asked, suddenly worried. “You could never be annoying to me.”

“I… heard you…” you started and he just listened— he waited. “I heard you calling Okonogi, ‘dear.’ And suddenly I—”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, without hesitation. “I hadn’t even realized I did that, it was completely by habit. I won’t anymore.”

You finally met his eyes and the way he looked so horrified he had made you feel bad was so prominent in his eyes.

“No, Soushirou,” you said. “I didn’t mean for you to have to change anything— I know so well that both of you are so sweet to me and there’s nothing going on. I just—”

“Darling, calm down,” he said, cutting you off. “You’ve done nothing wrong, why are you beating yourself up? This was my bad and that’s about it. None of this is you.”

“I—,” you said, taking a moment to collect yourself. “I hate to be jealous, Soushirou. I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” he asked and you paused to look up at him, utterly confused.

“Why?” he asked again.

“It’s such an… ugly feeling,” you said.

“Is it?”

“Is it… not?”

“What’s wrong with being jealous?”

“Because it’s like I’m doubting you or something… when I don’t at all.”

“I think that’s a different thing entirely, no?” he asked. “You can know in your head that I’m in love with you and still feel something else— they’re not always the same. A little jealousy is perfectly healthy, I think.”

“Oh…” you said. You wanted to say so much more but there was so much to process first. Your heart swelled with such warmth.

“I get jealous too. I hate when Narumi gets too close to you or bothers you when I’m not around,” he continued on. “But in my head I know you’d never do anything to hurt me and you’d stop him if he crosses a line. I’ll try to stop if that bothers you though.”

“No,” you said. “That sounds… nice. I’m rather… happy… you were a jealous actually. But I’ll make sure to keep some more distance between Captain Narumi next time.”

He laughed. “Sounds good. But you tell me if there’s anything more that bothers you okay. I’ll fix myself up.”

“I will,” you said and he kissed your forehead. “But Soushirou, I don’t mind much anymore. You can stay the way you are.”

“No, no, stop overthinking. You need to sleep now, you have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Yeah. You too Sou,” you said and he hummed.

Once you were certain he was asleep, you kissed his cheek and slipped your hand into his. You liked holding his hand when you fell asleep, but you weren’t sure if it made it harder for him to fall asleep.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him. “You mean the world to me.”

You lightly kissed his cheek, careful not to wake him up, but to your surprised he smiled. He squeezed your hand and without opening his eyes, “You missed,” he said.

He kissed you on the lips and you laughed, snuggling up against him. “You were awake.”

“I was waiting for you to hold my hand,” he said. “I like when we hold hands when we sleep.”

BONUS:

From then on, Hoshina stopped calling Okonogi “dear” as much, and it’d only happen when it truly slipped out of him from force of habit.

“Vice-Captain, you’ve started dating (l/n), haven’t you?” she said to him one day while they were sorting through files.

“How... did you know?” he asked. The two of you had been dating for quite a while now, but he was more surprised she guessed you correctly.

“It’s terribly obvious you’re completely in love,” she said.

He blinked. And then he laughed. 

He’d have to ask you that night if he can share the news with everyone, properly, then.

[silverislander]

wait my parents might've just had their first good suggestion in terms of careers. hang on. wait a second.

[awkward-fink]

Sleep Positions with Them. (I)

Price: - He lays on his back, one arm around your body, holding you securely to his side in a gentle but firm hold. - only wears sleep shorts and his dogtags to bed. His thighs are too thick for normal sleeping pants and he gets way too warm in those anyway. Also he loves that he can feel your skin on his when you tangle your legs with his own. - loves when you are draped half over him, your fingers curled into his chest hair, one hand of his covering yours. One of his fingers is laying on your pulse point, feeling the steady thrumm while his thumb lazily traces over your knuckles. - he doesnt need a blanket. And you dont either. He is a living furnace, even in winter you are always cosy warm.

Ghost: - curled around you, holding onto you tightly. - always sleeps closest to the door, its instinct, dont question it. - on bad nights he will sleep on top of you, his head firmly positioned on top of your chest, ear firmly pressed against the spot where your heart beats underneath layers of skin and flesh. Its his most favorite lullaby. - would sleep in his tactical gear if you hadnt forbidden it, so he wears a long shirt and long sleeping pants to bed. - will wake when you move or twitch and check if everything is alright before falling back to sleep - forget going to the loo in the middle of the night alone. What if you fall? Or stub your toe? And he isnt there to protect you from the corner of the shower? No way. He is sleepily stumbling right after you, only alert enough to fall into bed after you and curl around you, again. - only needs a light blanket when sleeping with you, because you are clingy (as if he is not!). And needs a weighted blanket on nights when you are away on business.

Soap: - no fixed sleeping position. He starfishes, noodles around, and planks on the bed. All at once. Though, he never pushes you out of the bed, again. Once was one time too many and the *Look* you gave him after that scared him for life. - falls asleep with you in his arms as the big spoon. wakes up in a double spiral, flat salto mortale with you on top of him, his legs wrapped around you like a monkey. And no one knows where the blankets have gone to! - would sleep naked but you wont allow it, on every night. He starts with a boxershort and a shirt and wakes up with one article of clothing missing. - is a sleep kisser. Kisses your fingers, your shoulders, your chest and if he is lucky, your mouth in his sleep. Also cant get enough contact. - loves when you card your hands through his hair when he had a bad day, or a nightmare. Calms him down real quick. If you speak gaelic, he will literally start drooling in his sleep - all the blankets and then no blankets - nights with Soap are wild. In more ways than one.

Gaz: - has a strict routine before coming to bed - loves to have you at his side when falling asleep, your head on his shoulder and his nose buried in your hair. Its calming for him. - sleeps like the dead. Or a stone. Or a field of stones. You could play hardcore metal with screeching violins and that man will only twitch a finger. - *has* to have contact with you while sleeping. Doesnt matter if its a hand, a foot, a leg or even your head, NEEDS contact. If there is no contact, he will wiggle in the bed to search for you, and he will be asleep while doing that - has a whoe ass pyjama, which looks like a suite or at least fitting together like those checkered Ones made out of cotton. Filthily comfy and wont let you burrow them. - Needs at least two blankets and you to rest in comfort. - Listen! Has the most wild dreams and will talk to you in his sleep, wont remember anything in the morning though

Bonus! Roach: - loves to sleep with you in the bed - has a blanket only for you, and a pillow and even wants you to sleep in his shirt. - you understand, that he can fall asleep better if he can have something smelling of you, when you are not with him - loves to curl his fingers around yours, watching you sleep, your legs tangled and your foreheads touching. - lazily signs one handed against the palm of your hand, silly little things, his feelings, sweet nothings, just wants to feel you. - has the best sleep when your breaths mingle, your hands intertwined, his leg hooked around yours. - loves to wake up and the first thing he sees is you. (has literal heart eyes!) - has one oversized blanket for you both to share - loves to kiss you lazily, lips just brushing over yours chastely until you both fall asleep. Holds one of your hands to his heart if he can get away with it - wears a very ol shirt and some old shorts to bed

[shitsndgiggs]

CAN U DO ONE WHERE READER IS A FAMOUS MODEL AND SHE IS VS MODEL AND KENAN SAWBHER AND ITS LIKE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT BUT THE THING IS HE ISNT THE ONLY ONE WHILE THINKS THAT HIS TEAMMATES ALSO THINK THAT SHES GORGEOUS AFTER THAT ITS ALL UP TO YOUU

GAME CHANGER - KENAN YILDIZ

Basically Kenan eye fucking you and asking you out on a date…

Kenan Yildiz x victoria’s secret model! reader

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The stadium buzzed with anticipation as I settled into my seat, surrounded by the roar of excited fans.

The football field gleamed under the bright lights, and the rhythmic chanting from the crowd echoed through the air.

It was my first time at a live football game, and while I came for the atmosphere, I hadn't expected my attention to zero in on one of the players warming up on the field.

Kenan was in the middle of his pre-game drills, effortlessly throwing the football as if it weighed nothing. His tall, athletic frame moved with an easy grace that immediately caught my eye.

Even from the stands, I could see the focused intensity in his dark eyes as he jogged across the field.

I wasn't the only one who noticed him; there was a buzz in the air every time he moved, like the crowd anticipated something big every time he got near the ball.

At first, I thought it was just a coincidence when our eyes seemed to meet across the distance. But then it happened again.

His gaze locked on mine, holding for just a moment longer than necessary before he turned away to continue warming up.

My heart fluttered in my chest, and I struggled to keep my composure, already cursing myself for getting flustered over a football player.

Kenan was undeniably good-looking—there was no denying that. Tall, with messy dark hair, chiseled features, and an easy smile that probably charmed anyone in a hundred-foot radius.

But what really caught me off guard was the way he kept glancing my way, like he couldn’t help himself.

I caught a few of his teammates noticing the same thing, nudging each other and throwing sly grins in Kenan’s direction.

One of them—a guy with a buzz cut—called out something I couldn’t quite hear, but I saw the way Kenan shot him a glare in response. It was subtle, but I could tell it lit a fire in him.

There was a different energy about him now, a determination in the way he moved across the field.

He caught the ball again, running drills with a renewed focus, his jaw set as if silently proving a point to his teammate.

But every now and then, his gaze would wander back to me, as if making sure I was still watching. And I definitely was.

As the game began, I kept catching him looking my way, and every time he did, he played a little harder, ran a little faster.

It was like he was trying to impress me—or maybe prove a point to himself. Either way, it was working.

By the time the final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, I was already thinking about what would happen next.

I had a feeling Kenan wasn’t the type to let this moment slip away without a follow-up. And honestly? I wasn’t either.

As fans began to file out, I made my way down to the field where the players were still milling around, soaking in their win.

I hadn’t planned on doing this, but the game had been so thrilling that I found myself wanting to commemorate the moment.

I approached a security guard near the barrier and flashed him a charming smile. “Do you think it’d be possible for me to get a picture with the team?” I asked. “I’m a huge fan.”

The guard’s eyes widened slightly as recognition flickered across his face. “Aren’t you…? Wait, you’re that Victoria’s Secret model, right?” He quickly straightened up, looking eager to help. “Of course! One second.”

As the guard walked over to speak with the coach, I felt a presence next to me, and I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Kenan’s familiar voice cut through the noise around us.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” he teased, that signature playful smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at me. “I saw you during the game. You know, I think you brought me some good luck.”

I rolled my eyes, a smile playing on my lips. “You mean all those fumbles you almost had?” I shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Kenan chuckled, shaking his head. “Touché. But you’re still here, so I must’ve done something right.” His gaze was steady on mine, and there was a spark in his eyes that made my pulse quicken.

Before I could reply, the coach waved us over, giving the okay for the picture. The rest of the team began gathering together, and I followed the players onto the field, where they assembled into a cluster, joking and jostling each other. Kenan stuck close by, positioning himself just to my right.

As I stepped forward to take my place in front of the group, I could feel Kenan’s arm brush against mine, sending a small shiver down my spine.

The rest of the team seemed to pick up on our interaction because I caught a few of them exchanging knowing grins.

I could hear a few quiet chuckles and comments about "pretty company" being thrown around.

I turned to Kenan and gave him a quick glance, amused. “So, are you always this lucky after a win?” I asked, folding my arms casually as we waited for the photographer to line up the shot.

Kenan grinned, leaning in slightly closer. “Not always,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “But I’d say meeting you is definitely the highlight of the night.”

The photographer signaled us to smile, and we both turned toward the camera. But as soon as the shutter clicked, I felt Kenan’s hand lightly rest on the small of my back.

It was subtle, barely even noticeable, but enough to make my skin tingle with the warmth of his touch.

As the team broke apart, I lingered for a moment, pulling out my phone. “Hey,” I said, turning to face him. “Mind if I get a solo picture with you? You know, for my memories.” I winked playfully.

Kenan’s eyes lit up at my request, a slow smile spreading across his face. “For your memories, huh? I think I can do that,” he said, moving in beside me.

We posed for a picture, and as I snapped it, I felt his arm snake around my waist, drawing me in closer. When I pulled away, Kenan didn’t let go immediately.

Instead, he held my gaze, his expression more serious now, almost as if he didn’t want this moment to end.

“So,” he said, his voice soft but edged with determination, “I was thinking maybe I could take you out sometime. You know, since you came all this way to see me play and all.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I actually came for the game,” I replied, though I knew the lie was obvious. “But you did play well.”

Kenan smirked, unfazed. “Well enough to earn a date?”

I pretended to think about it, pursing my lips. “Hmm… I’ll consider it.”

He grinned, clearly liking the challenge. “Then I’ll have to make sure you don’t forget about me.”

As he walked away, I realized that I wouldn’t be forgetting him anytime soon. The way he had looked at me tonight, the way he’d made me feel like I was the only person in the entire stadium—it was different from anything I’d experienced before.