#And uhm.

[manglam-marfach]

Hey was anyone going to tell me that chilchuck's daughter made his gay little infinity scarf or was I meant to read that myself in the chapter where Marcelle solves his divorce.

[rose-n-gunses]

whoever said nine inch nails/trent reznor sounds like what eddie would sound like if he sang for corroded coffin you're sooooo right for that and im kissing you on the mouth

[lyriakisser]

i have been feeling way too toothpaste these days

[akalegos]

asked the takeritsu server for some aus to draw for the funny kiss meme and it took the server going down and the remaining members scrabbling into a new one for me to . ‘finish’..?

anyways funny edit i made under the cut because i think numbers are really cool actually

the one in the pink box is technically chronical cause the highschool and post canon ones are both from my post canon thoughts on how i think takeritsu happens (i promise im a functioning human being that works out and goes out and have perfect social skills) (im lied.) and like. uhh. somethingsomething some of the aus arent mine i just put my hc of the ages. 

the one in the middle is mine tho im sorry i kept dying in a game and put all that rage into making my faves miserable and i thought 40 is a really miserable age. its also the one where theyre the oldest which is so funny to me but it makes it way more obvious its mine (i think old people have a lot of stories that media never explores so i explore it in my own time to soothe my own anxieties about my future) (the college au is mine because present day anxieties) (miserable yipee! yipeee...............)

also i have color sketch comms open so uhm dm for info ! 

[chippuyon]

labrus and 🏳️‍⚧️girl laios

[moondirti]

you ever think about snuggling under simon’s massively heavy arm, being pushed into the side of his chest, his free hand kneading the legs you have thrown over his lap, eyes closed and content as you’re completely engulfed by his scent? u ever think about unlatching your mouth and chomping down on the meaty flesh of his bicep just because you can, and getting nothing but a conciliatory squeeze of ur knee in response? u ever think about scratching his buzzcut as he lays all 250 lbs on you? or about tucking your cold feet under his legs because he runs hot like a furnace?

yeah me neither

[quarterlifekitty]

Lately I’ve been getting a kick outta the idea of Ghost having a girlfriend that Johnny is painfully interested in (tale as old as time). But she a lil neurodivergent and selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!). She’s comfortable enough with Simon that she’ll talk to him when they’re alone, but she won’t say a word to Soap (she doesn’t talk to the other guys either, but you know that Johnny chooses to take it so damned personally).

The worst part is that Soap will say shit to her, and she’ll give Simon her little signal so he can bend down and she can talk to him so fucking quietly. It’s like they speak a different language and Simon is the interpreter. And it’s so infuriating to him because shit like this will happen.

“Ain’t you looking a right picture, bonnie— that dress new? Fits ye like a damned glove, sweetheart.”

You tug on Simon’s sleeve so he can lean down. Soap is rocking back and forth on his heels, anticipating an answer. He’s down so bad, he doesn’t even care that he’ll hear it from Simon’s lips and not yours. You whisper for what feels like minutes on end.

“She says thanks.”

“God damn, L.T.— you know she fuckin’ ‘ad to ‘ave said more than that!” He whines indignantly, Simon smirking. Simon knows all about his little crush, and chooses to let the lad suffer. His time will come when you’re ready.

This goes on and on for months on end— and you know what? It’s hard for Johnny to jerk off to the image of you wedged between him and Ghost when he has no idea what you sound like, moaning or otherwise. You can probably see him half hard in his jeans every time he heads home from a movie night with you and Simon.

“G’night, L.T. Night, hen.” Soap’s almost all the way down the walkway when he hears something almost inaudible over the ambient sounds of the night.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

Now that’s gonna keep his fantasies fed for weeks.

[soaked-doors]

the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself

[t2ukky]

((Piccolo then choked on his drink and had a coughing fit.))

Was thinking about how funny things turn out with Piccolo and the Son family and this silly idea came out.

[ashoss]

happy halloween from the batjust league

[lazydayslivin]

were the hog at?

[kenchann]

dumb lil yuu doodles 🍊

[rebouks]

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then click your blog(s)

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[willgrahamscock]

was it casual in the back of the honda odyssey

[nkogneatho]

when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.