#I dunno where this came from

[motelsnleatherseats]

Sam finally got invited to his first party, and Dean couldn't be happier for the kid. For too long had he had his nose buried in books, for too long had he hid his shy and somewhat awkward gaze towards girls behind hair too long. Dean was always wondering when he'd finally dive into a social life instead of just pining for one, and it was comforting to see Sam get excited about the prospect of making friends and meeting girls.

Until it wasn't.

Watching Sam spend too long in the bathroom getting ready made Dean feel a little unsettled. His baby brother had never invested so much time in his looks before, he had never tried to impress anyone outside of tidbits of specifically niche information he could recall off the top of head in some geeky spiel that would only excite the equally nerdy. But now he was combing his fingers through his hair, brushing his teeth just once more before he'd be ready to go, splashing just a little bit of aftershave on his neck despite never bringing a razor to his baby-faced complexion.

Dean was dragging his feet while Sam was impatiently trying to rush him out the door, complaining about being late.

Are you sure you know enough people going? Ugh, yes.

Do you have your blade with you? Seriously Dean, can we just go, please?

You sure you don't want me to go with you? Yeah, cause I really need a chaperone.

Maybe Dean took an extra back road, maybe just drove a couple miles per hour under the speed limit, looking for any excuse to keep Sam by his side a little bit longer. He couldn't help but think tonight would be the night that some cute little thing who barely developed tits over the summer would find Sam just too adorable not to sink her teeth into, and the thought made him stomach-sick.

Once they had pulled up to the party, Dean watched with a frown as Sam checked his reflection once more in the rearview mirror, making sure one hair wasn't out of place.

Don't drink too much. Dean--

Seriously Sammy, just be careful. I'm always careful.

Call me if you need me, okay? I'll be fine.

One more thing.

Dean reached over and curled his hand at the back of Sam's neck, pulling him in to press their lips together, much to Sam's shock and dismay. He gave a petulant whine and even moved to wipe his lips with the back of his hand as he stared at Dean incredulously with a 'what the hell was that for?'

Now when someone asks you if you've ever kissed someone before, you can say yes. You're such a creep, I swear to God.

Dean watched as Sam scoot himself out of the Impala, a disgruntled look on his face as he stormed off to the party, but Dean smirked. No one got to lay claim on Sammy before him.

[owchie-wowchie]

Nibbly and Tinky are each other's hype man. Whenever one gets into bull shittery, the other will show up to just cheer him on. You would not believe how much time Nibbly spends in the bastard's box.

[guhroovi]

Honestly not that spicy of a piece but would rather publish it fully on ao3. You can find it here. ٩( ᐛ )و

[the-broken-pen]

The villain stared down at them, eyes not quite cold, but not caring either. Their hands were steady. The hero shook.

“You’re my best friend,” the hero’s voice broke, and it was a plea and a statement and a reminder all at once.

Don’t do this, I love you—

The gun went off.

[lunaetis]

there's always something special about the way my muses look at their significant others that would always get me. because i can always picture what type of gaze they have when they look at their partner so clearly in my mind. a kind of gaze that spells how so utterly enamored they are for their partner, and the thoughts that go through their mind. i feel my muses do that unconsciously, whenever they get a chance they just look at them, look at the other half of their souls and think; this is it. this is the reason i'm here. this person is the reason why i have endured what i had until this point. this is the person who makes this world worth living. the person that i'd change my ways for, the person that i'd do anything for. it's so, so innate in terms of attachment and how large and powerful their partner's image and presence is in their mind. this is the person who they had willingly handed their hearts to, allowing them to have a kind of power and control over them and willingly allow them to know how to both make them the happiest beings and how to hurt them in the worst way possible, too. that kind of trust, of faith, of devotion, and when their partner's eyes met theirs, it just resonated inside their mind :

i am so in love with you i wouldn't know what to do if i were to lose you.

[a-tale-of-legends]

" Sometimes....sometimes I wondered if you saw how hard I was trying. And if you did see....if you cared at all," she turns to Cheren, " You didn't care about how hard one tries, did you?"

Cheren swallows, slowly nodding his head. All the times he trained, constantly pushing himself to reach the strength that he knew he had. There wasn't any room for trying. Whether he was capable or he wasn't, end of story. It was either that Bianca was capable or she wasn't. End of story. His stomach turns at the thought.

" Do you care now?" Bianca asks, her voice still cold, but Cheren feels an underlining sweetness to it.

" Yes," Cheren answers without a second thought. His students try their best every day. Willing to accept their faults, that there's no predetermined answer. Willing to accept that some aren't as ready as they thought. Willing to learn and grow. Cheren has always been trying, even if he never realized it. If he wasn't then he wouldn't have gone on that journey now would he?

" I'm sorry I didn't recognize your efforts back then," Cheren starts, " For putting you down so I can feel just a bit higher. You didn't deserve that,"

Bianca hums, not responding. She then turns to him, a warm smile spread across her face, her eyes just as warm.

" Hey, Cheri?"

Cheren's heart swells at the old nickname.

" Yeah?"

" I'm glad we're friends again,"

Cheren smiles back.

" Yeah. Me too, B,"

[pachu09]

Set in WSE AU

The Uchiha are cursed. Specifically, they are cursed not to touch another living being lest they killed them. Their bare hands can reduce any living things into ashes as soon as they touch them.

But the other Clans didn't know this Secret. They thought it was just another Fire Technique the Uchiha had invented. But the Uchiha knows the ugly truth. After Centuries of trying to find a Cure, they are left hopeless with repeated failures.

But hope begun to came to the Uchiha when...

The Nakano River Incident happen...

Tajima in his anger at Butsuma for daring to attack his younger son had took ahold of the Senju Clan Head wrist. Butsuma had expertly dislodge the Uchiha’s hand off on his person. Leaving Tajima shaken as he stared wide eyed at the bruised wrist of the Senju Clan Head.

" What are you doing, Uchiha?. " The squeaky voice of one of Butsuma’s son's rang in the air.

Tajima quickly retreated and put in the back of his mind Butsuma’s Fascinating Reaction to the Uchiha Curse. He Shūnshin near his younger son's location but what he saw made him stop in his tracks.

Izuna and Madara had successfully pinned the younger Senju down. The older son of Butsuma warily stood a few feet away from his sibling, his Mokuton vines and wood are ready to attack and snatch away his younger brother in a second if both of his sons acted hostile.

But Izuna and Madara were only pinching the pale haired boy's cheeks in fascination, that must be the only reason why the Senju Heir didn't want to attack Madara.

" Anija, Help!. Why are you just standing there?! " Butsuma’s elder son narrowed his eyes in concentration and the thick vines on his feet lashed out towards his sons.

Tajima blew it away with a powerful Katon. Butsuma’s Heir retreated and called more of his Mokuton vines. Butsuma himself had just arrived and his face paled as he spied his younger son pinned down beneath Tajima’s sons.

Tajima casually stood in front of his distracted sons and he smirked as Butsuma’s face turn red in furious anger.

" Well, would you mind if I take your Son with us, Butsuma?. I promise we'll treat him very well. "

Butsuma snarled helplessly. His face paling even more as Tajima gestured for his sons to knock unconscious the struggling Albino child. Madara eagerly collected the sleeping boy in his arms meanwhile Izuna collected the boy's discarded weapons.

The Senju Heir screams his sibling name in anguish. His trembling body looks seconds away from rashly attacking Tajima and his sons. Butsuma’s tight grip on his Heir's arm is the only thing that prevents the boy from charging at the Uchiha.

" Please, Madara. Don't take away my last Otouto. " Tajima watched indifferently as the child pleaded with teary eyes at his son.

Madara looked up at his Father, hesitation clear in his black eyes. Tajima shook his head and step in front of his son making the Senju shift in their stances.

" Tajima. You bastard, if I ever get ahold of you!. " Butsuma yelled furiously, his eyes shifting worriedly to his unconscious son and glaring venomously back at the Uchiha Clan Head.

" Hm. We'll see about that Butsuma. I'll send the first draft of treaty three days from now. I'll keep your son for the meantime since my sons would like to play more with him. " Tajima out of nowhere activated Amaterasu which forces Butsuma and his Heir to retreat in haste lest they be burn alive. He ignored the Senju Heir screaming for his brother’s name. He let his sons flee ahead of him straight back to the Uchiha Compound with Izuna leading the way and Madara following closely behind. It wouldn’t do if Butsuma insisted on following them behind. He'll personally deal with Butsuma a week from now on.

The Senju Clan Head is a loose fire if he let him roamed around with that kind of nullifying Ability.

Tajima would make sure Butsuma would be in the clutches of the Uchiha soon enough.

[undertheknightwing]

The Kent siblings + Gar have a specific area they all go to hangout but then the football team hears them talking about it and take it over for themselves. Jon and Natalie aren't having that because it could be seen as on the Kent farm property (and bc it's their spot) so to scare the team off they wait until they hear the kids mention they're going out there to party and decide they invite their own guests to the party, said guests being Gar shifted into a bigfoot creature to start the unease, then they're sending in Jon-El to haunt the whole area

Like if someone takes a picture Jon-El can move so fast that he shows up in the photo as shadow with glowing blue eyes but when the kids turn around he's gone. Move things without being seen, make the fire suddenly become huge, classic ghost stuff, but added his own spooks like hovering high enough above the trees so he looks like a human silhouette floating in the air to everyone below

Jon had to pay him to help of course because this is Jon-El we're talking about, though he does get joy from scaring guys on the football team and probably would have continued to haunt them even at home if he really wanted to

[ledleaf]

"Yeah i- i know jerry's the spider usually working my neighborhood, but he scared my dog last time so i think"

"Was there an issue with the service? Is jerry unsatisfactory?

"Nonono!! Its not Jerry! I just think my dog might try to eat him now. Is there another spider yall could send for these gnats?"

"This is an apporpriate request, susan will be dispatched. Expect her in two weeks"

Dial tone...

spiders have got to figure out contracting I need to be able to call my local spiders union and be like "hey can you send a guy out for a few days the fruit flies are back" and then pay it in spider currency. I'll learn the conversion rates. I'll be generous with my rounding. please.

[thecrescentmoonwolf]

We say “farewell” and “goodbye” when leaving

This conveys we wish the person to survive and do well or that we are leaving on a good note

We should say “fare poorly” or “bad bye” when we wish the opposite or we don’t particularly like people

[chuuyagum]

What do you think gay men are attracted to in men that they can’t be attracted to in women?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives men-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait men have that women can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

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i wondered to myself if this was a copypasta, but regardless of if it is or isnt, this is my opinion;

[devilart2199-aibi]

Imp and Skizz pod, ep 95: Etho!

Wanted to doodle real quick while listening :3c

[arkred]

A-are goldfish edible? Asking for a friend

Don’t release your pet gold fish into random lakes and ponds bc if they don’t die something worse could happen: they live

[corruptingyourchildren]

a nonsensical poem I wrote in a minute and a half roughly

O Hidgelet, O Midgelet, O Fidgelet, O Flam, Murgit my moggit and dackle my dram, Thrump on the rengor and nurgle the ham, We'll all have a wiglet, O Nicket, O Nam!

[boonanaghost]

Finally got around to drawing these two idiots

Two bonuses from doodle boards:

[hattiestgal]

what if i came back from my drawing hiatus and the first thing i drew was my sona would that be messed up or what