#I need to get this done ASAP

[justyourtypicalwriter]

I feel bad for neglecting you gays in order for me to do my smart girl shit but here’s a sneak peak of what I’ve been writing in my down time

[timethehobo]

Back to my comfort brushes. Emmy came out looking mad.

[why-the-heck-not]

me, a responsible being, working on the coding project as I should vs. me, a dysfunctional shithead, getting distracted by reading about brains (once aGAIN damnit (it's my favorite "I need to study my field but bc I should do that it's an impossible unthinkable feat now, so I'm reading about something else to fool my brain I'm still being productive"-topic))

[gigas-critters]

Hey I just want to shout out to my fellow disabled and neurodivergent people with pets.

Every disability makes it hard in a different way. You're doing your best and your best is better than you think.

People with disabilities deserve companionship, and pets deserve good homes.

Your pet care might look different than other people's. Sometimes it will be a struggle. You don't need to carry shame about that.

(P.S.- Fellow disabled/neurodivergent people I'd love to see your pets and service animals if you'd like to share!)

[m1stm3]

guilty pleasure!!

this concept took over my brain i fear…..

warnings!: SMUT, porn with very little plot, not proofread + i was in a rush writing this so :p, pathetic gojo :))

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ex bf! satoru who texted you begging to fuck

ex bf! satoru who’s only at your house right now because you (unfortunately) realized you needed him to cum

ex bf! satoru who (despite your protests) insists on fucking in missionary because ‘seeing your face will help him get off faster’

ex bf! satoru who’s usually so dominant and cocky in bed but is groveling the moment he’s inside of you

ex bf! satoru who whispers the sweetest words in your ear only for you to push his face away with a strained ‘shut up’

ex bf! satoru who leans in to kiss you only to catch your cheek or neck when you turn away from him

ex bf! satoru who can only whimper out ‘i love you’s when he gets close, silently begging you to return the words

ex bf! satoru who cums as soon as you finally pull him in for a kiss, whining a ‘thank you’ against your lips

ex bf! satoru who you want to kick out as soon as you’re done, but you can’t help but melt into his warmth. maybe one night wouldn’t hurt…

[delicatepointofview]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOUIS! (inspo: + + +)

[cheruv-ii]

Call me Django

(Ref and clouseups under cut)

[muttsupreme]

LIPSTICK ON ROMAAAAANNNNNNNNN

him w this hair in s1……ROMAAAANNNN!!!!! bring back ur s1 hair and my life is yours..

I’ve written so many drafts previously (um obviously not here but privately) about Roman using your lipstick/lipgloss and most frequently, your chapstick.

It starts with him wanting to smell like you; vanilla lip masks that look way too sticky but he tries a little on his fingertip and rubs it on very lightly after you leave your desk. Shiv’s face scrunches up when she sees him with a glossy lip for the first time since she let him borrow her Polly Pocket makeup kit when they were kids (her mom got it for her before it was even released, and assumed she’d be so excited; she was not).

Shiv will make some snide quip, privately for once.

“Uhh, did you…just come back from Sephora, or…?”

“What?” He immediately goes on high-alert, higher defense, and realizes that it must be glossy, the fucking lip mask bullshit that smells like warm vanilla and cookies and tastes like pure sugar when he stupidly licks his lips without thinking (or maybe to hope, y’know, that your spit is in it, so it’s indirect kissing). “Oh - fuck you, do you want chapped, dry, disgusting lips? Because some of us don’t want to look like ogres, Fiona.”

“Hey, I was just asking,” she says in a higher pitch with a dismissive chuckle. She doesn’t mention it again; she recognized the smell, who that smell usually follows. Roman’s wary of her from then on, for weeks.

Next time, he’s going through your bag that you refuse to unpack, because it’s only a weekend trip and then you’re going somewhere else immediately after. Why unpack when you’re gonna repack the next day?

He sees stuff, tons of stuff. Sniffs sweaters when you turn around. He’s got your blanket pulled out already, draped across the bed and him, laying on his side looking at you as you get ready for bed in the ensuite bathroom, door open so he can continue making fun of your regiment and the things you’ve packed.

From your purse nearby, or your makeup bag, he picks up a lipstick (I imagine Diorelita). It opens with a quiet ‘pop’ that you recognize and turn around to see him looking attentively at the color.

“Think it suits me?”

“Mmh, maybe. Wanna see?” You reply with a grin, watching him get a little shy on you.

“C’mere,” you encourage him, sitting on his lap as he leans against the headboard, your lipstick in hand. “Lemme make you pretty.”

He lets you, and you’re shocked he’s staying so still. When you’re done, you snarkily - but entirely jokingly - say, “Now what do we say?”

“Fuck you? Thank you, for…making me pretty,” and he does, he’s very, very pretty with that color on, and you did very well gliding it on evenly. He leans up to kiss you just as you lean down to kiss him; the lipstick smears onto your lips.

“Roro - your lipstick’s getting on me,” you try to rub it off, unsexily. You don’t really have to be sexy around him, it’s one of your favorite things.

“Um, it’s your lipstick, I’m just…temporarily borrowing it,” he huffs defensively. His heart literally does fucking cartwheels when you call him that stupid, almost maternal nickname. “Just come here - shut the fuck up, stop complaining. I’d lick the lipstick off you if you’d just get a little - closer.”

“Aw, romantic boy,” you coo, kissing him sweetly and feeling his tongue stick out, lapping at your lips, making good on his promise like a little puppy. When you’re almost positive he must be done, you pull away, but he’s not having it.

“Whoa - slow your fucking roll, you’re not going anywhere, you look…you look like a clown, lipstick’s still all over everywhere,” he says, trying to get you to come back instead of going back to the bathroom. You’re pretty sure, not positive but willing to bet, that he’s lying and you have no lipstick left anywhere on your face.

“I’ll come back,” you reassure with a whisper; you hate to leave him alone when he’s being so sweet, with such pretty makeup on. “Aww, pretty baby,” you can’t stop yourself from cooing at the unintentionally pouty look on his face, one he’d be humiliated by if he saw. You give him a chaste peck.

“Jesus, give me a second to brush my teeth and pee and I’ll be back. Promise.”

“Yeah, but then you won’t taste like you, you’ll taste like…mint and tap water,” he complains. There’s no pleasing him, other than you being beside him at all times.

Okay whatever that’s just two of my many one billion ideas of Romulus and his obsession with…….indirectly kissing you, being pretty for you, being close to you, and um, your lips in general. I could and might write another little thought-post about his obsession with your lips and stuff, who knows. I’m feeling romantical (‘roman’ being the main part of the word).

[fumifooms]

Holy mother of Chilchuck and Marcille and marchil-

I don't wanna think about my father dyin' I don't wanna hear my mother cryin' I don't wanna look into the mirror tryin' not to lose my shit Flowin' like lava down the side of a mountain Man in the jungle lookin' for a fountain of youth But he knows that fountain won't appear... fear If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place Searchin' for knowledge Walkin' through fire Man in a garden filled with desire I know my name ain't written in your book... look If it all ends tomorrow I had a blast It looked so beautiful And it hurt so bad What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place What a real good time What a heartfelt world What a fucked up place

It’s literally got everything it’s just marchil at the end my god. Death, fear of death & aging, resignation, cheery "whatever, as long as I had a good time!", looking at the world both with romantic glasses and harsh realistic cynicism.……….. The way the first verse can apply to both of them… I am deceased

[brawngp2009]

[sadisticnstoned]

Smoke in the sunlight just makes me feel so calm…

[bonefall]

Divorce was right around the corner...

Team of writers that thought it was romantic when Clear Sky was attracted to Star Flower because of traits he was grooming into his child: "The emotionally unstable boy who is unable to reflect on his own behavior and makes impulsive decisions is the best version of himself with an enabler who has a repeated problem with telling people no."

[koetjingwarrd]

You're my baby, say it to me...

[malwarechips]

sig after making hunter

[iniquity-fr]

i'm the first to agree that the 523498234 different ancient gene scrolls are ruining many functions and areas of the site but i don't know whyyyy people keep jumping to the marketplace as the first example of how they're clogging up pages when the marketplace is in fact the one and only place where you actually can filter out ancient genes?

marketplace has had filtering since march 2021! you just click the magnifying glass to search & filter! (the same revamp also very helpfully split the old specialty tab up into the 3 different specialty, genes, and scenes/vistas tabs, which the AH and hoard all still DESPERATELY need on top of the ability to filter ancient genes out)

[bllakcat]

i am slowly finishing up the major assignment, i am still a bit more quiet on the dash as i try to get it done before the 6th of january. i am going to need that felicia luck for myself to get through it.