#I just need to sleep and collapse

[formulapookie]

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Maybe we can be more than this diggianini, 2.2k

Diggia has been staring for ten minutes now, Enea asleep on his couch, legs open and thighs naked for his eyes.

The tattoo is slightly peeking from the shorts he’s wearing, and Diggia wishes he wore shorter shorts just to see more of him.

Even tho he technically doesn’t like men.

Technically.

Enea and him, they’re an exception, they’re something none of the two is willing to label past the “we aren’t gay but we fuck”

And right now Diggia would very much like for them to be fucking because Enea just looks too beautiful to be left there without touching him.

But it’s not like he can wake him up and ask for sex without an excuse, because now THAT would be gay.

Enea doesn't follow football, at least, not like he does, he's probably not aware Dybala has accepted to stay at Roma even if he head a huge offer on the table, and he had told Enea about how sad he would be about a transfer already

So he has to find an excuse, and has to find it quick because he's getting hard and wouldn't want to walk around his house hard like that while he has Enea over.

"Ao"

No response, Enea looks angelic like this, short hair framing his face in a painting-like way.

"Ao bestia"

A small movement, a grunt, but Enea's eyes are still closed, he switches positions, now his thigh tattoo is even more exposed. God Diggia wants to bite it.

"Bestia ao svejate" (Bestia oi wake up)

Enea opens his eyes, stretching lighlty revealing the V line just above the hem of his shorts, his happy trail making Diggia's mouth water almost as much as the tattoo.

"What"

He almost feels guilty for what he's doing, but all his morality dies down when he sees hoe Enea's gaze immediately goes at his dick, which is now clearly hard in his shorts.

"I'm - I just read a news that made me sad, you know? They're probably selling Dybala to whatever stupid Arab team that will pay him millions and I'm feeling really down. Care to help me feel better?"

Enea would want to roll his eyes back, he knows the footballer has actually already signed with Roma, Diggia just wants a blowjob and doesn't know how to ask for it properly.

But it's not like he doesn't like the idea of getting on his knees for him, he just wishes he could ask like a normal person.

Like "Enea I'm horny can you give me a blowjob? You know that I'd get back to you with a fuck in the near future anyway"

But he's happy with this too, he still gets to suck him off and later get his back blown by him.

"Seriously? that's sick bro. Like for real he's accepting money over quality?"

Diggia nods, Enea would like to play along to see how much it takes for diggia to give in and ask, but he's getting hard too and wants this to happen as soon as possible.

"You want me to make you feel better now?" "Yeah"

Enea smiles, moving so he's fairly close to Diggia before climbing down the couch between the man's already parted legs, letting him shift closer to the edge so to have easier access to his pants.

Enea works the fly open and shoves the shorts down, Diggia lets out a breath and curses himself for the really slim self control he has whenever he's with him.

In a few seconds he's stripped of his boxers too, he can feel Enea's lips on his tip and a hand squeezing the base of his dick .

"Fuck" He wants more, of this, always, the man is just too good with his mouth and lips to just have him do this every once in a while.

But wanting him more would be gay no? At least he thinks.

His attention is brought back to reality when Enea gets him deeper for the first time, head hitting the back of his throat making him gag for a second.

Diggia gets his hand on Enea's head, fingers tangling with his curls, pushing him more against his V-line, making him take more of his dick.

"Fuck don't stop"

Enea smiles, for as much as he can with a dick in his mouth, and bobs his head rhythmically, feeling the grip on his hair tighten and the sounds coming from Diggia getting louder and louder, grunts deeper and - fuck - masculine in a way that gets Enea weak to his knees.

Because he wants those sounds to be made directly next to his ears as Diggia fucks him like an animal, in front of a mirror so he can see how he looks when he's getting fucked, and can look at Diggia too, perfect body on display, all those moles he wants to kiss and commit to his memory.

He moans around his dick, getting Diggia to tilt his head back once again, letting out a deep moan that goes stright to Enea's dick, getting it even harder than it was the moment he got on his knees.

"Need to - fuck - need to cum I'm close I-" getting Diggia to this state where he's not completely able to form sentences is what gets Enea going, he knows the kind of power he has over him, and as the fucking bastard he is uses it at any given occasion.

He breaks away from him for just a second and looks up at Diggia, big eyes shining with need.

He meets the other's gaze in a dance of lust and desire, and has to restrain himself from getting up the floor and kiss him until he's drained.

"You can do it in my mouth, since you're so upset"

And Diggia thinks he could die now, because he'd never ask for something like that, but if it was Enea offering he surely wouldn't refuse.

"Yeah yeah ok yeah"

He's pathetic like that but it's not like Enea cared about it in this moment, he just wants to taste Diggia on his tongue and hope he's desperate enough to ask him to fuck afterwards.

He feels Diggia's dick twitch in his mouth and then a flow of hot and sticky cum down his throat.

It doesn't taste good, doesn't taste taht bad either, he's had experience enough to know this is a pretty normal taste for it.

He swallows everything, and hears Diggia curse again, he's glad he has this effect on him.

Enea lets go of his dick with a pop, bitter taste still on his tongue, and waits for Diggia to choose.

It's either he jerks him off on the couch or does something proper and gets him naked and moaning under him in the next two minutes.

“Can I fuck you? Still need a bit of release you know?”

“Yeah me too, am still disappointed by some shit at Ducati”

One would think Enea would get tired of always compromising with this way Diggia has of asking for things.

But as long as he gets to fuck or get fucked by him that’s fine to him.

“Pass the lube to me will you?”

They always keep one close to the couch at Diggia’s, that’s where most of their fucks happen anyway, it would make no sense to place it elsewhere.

“Yeah it’s uhm here here you go do - your thing”

He’s blushing, just thinking of Enea fingering himself open gets him like that, gets him hot and horny more than he already is.

Enea coats two of his fingers with lube , heating it up that bit to get it comfortable, but doesn’t waste time, he’s too needy for it.

He hints at Diggia to get his shorts off, and the man freezes when he sees he’s got no boxers underneath.

He just. He hasn’t. He is naked under there. Like he did it on purpose.

Enea opens his legs, fingers slightly pushing into his hole as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Ah��

Enea leant like to waste time, much less when he’s with Diggia an knows he’s pathetically quit at orgasming when he’s fucked by him.

He pushes two fingers in with no ceremony, it’s not been long since he did that himself but doing it in front of Diggia - fuck it was different, he could feel his own wetness being much more than usual, his need increased by a mile.

Diggia has his eyes locked on the scene, Enea’s finger thrusting in and out at a quick pace, squelching sound and soft whimpers filling up the room with lust.

He shouldn’t be enjoying it this much, shouldn’t even be looking in the first place, but he can’t help it, not when Enea looks like that, open and needy and fucking hot.

He’s practically drooling when he sees Enea pushing a third finger inside, his hole stretching around them, sound getting more and more arousing, his dick coming back to life.

He needs to be inside him and needs it now.

Enea can feel Diggia looking, staring actually, at him, at what he’s doing, and he knows it gets the other hard, but can’t dwell too much on that thought, especially when he wants Diggia to fuck him stupid and have him babbling nonsense.

“I’m ready Diggia you - fuck me”

It’s direct, something they don’t do that often, especially when the tone is so desperate like Enea’s right now, but Diggia couldn’t have waited for greater words, and just gets a few centimeters from him.

He’s got the decision of his life ahead of him.

It’s either he fucks Enea on all fours and gets to watch his perfect ass jiggle every time he thrust inside him, then comes on his back.

Or he fucks him like this, looking at him, pretty face making expressions of pleasure at each hit to the prostate, then coming all over his abs, face if he’s lucky enough.

“Are you gonna do something or are you not sad anymore?”

It gets Diggia back to Earth, fuck it he’s gonna take him like that, who cares if looking in his eyes will make him think about how beautiful Enea is.

He aligns his dick with Enea’s hole, slowly pushing in, it’s been more than a month since they went, despite his need to wreck him he tries to be at least gentle.

“Fuuuuck you’re big ah”

And it’s not like Diggia doesn’t know, he’s been told that by many many girls before, and he knows himself but fuck.

Hearing Enea practically moan that out it’s. It’s something else. 

Enea is gripping at his bicep with force, like his life depends on it, he’s already whining and Diggia is drunk at the sight.

“Move come on I don’t have all day”

Diggia wants to protest, saying he’s still too little stretched and needs to go slow, but when his eyes lock with Enea’s it all goes to shit.

He sets a rushed pace, Enea letting go of his arm and Diggia using that moment to pin both of Enea’s hands above his head with one of his, the other hand closing around the boy’s thigh, the one with the tattoo who got him so lightheaded before.

A series of ah ah ah makes its way out Enea’s chest, moans timed with Diggia’s thrusts, which are becoming more and more deep, more precise.

When he hits his prostate Enea arches his back, a long-dragged moan echoes in the room, it’s just Diggia’s name but it gets him harder than before.

Diggia keeps on fucking into him with his usual rushed and hard pace, not an ounce of self control left, so much he lowers himself on Enea and kisses him, lips chapped and coarse against soft and plump, Diggia might loose his mind at this, especially when Enea gets the initiative and pushes his tongue past his teeth, forcing them to taste each other and suffocating their moans in each other’s mouth.

“You feel so good around me fuck”

Diggia has enough brain capacity to utter these last words before being very much close to his release.

His hips buck more raggedly than before, voice becoming deeper making Enea wetter and needier for it.

He needs to feel that, and needs to feel owned by Diggia somehow.

Enea knows what Diggia wants, or needs more precisely.

Not because he’s a sort of magician but because he’s just that easy to read.

“Inside Diggia inside me. Please”

the older man is about to pass out. Enea might've just given him the best gift ever.

“You sure? I can -”

“Yes yes I’m sure just please I need to -  fuuck”

Diggia curls the hand squeezing his thigh around Enea’s dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

It’s not long, it’s very little actually, until Diggia comes with a grunt, buried deep inside a babbling Enea who just needs to have his release.

His hands are still held high above his head and he so desperately wants to break them free to tangle his fingers in Diggia’s hair and pull him in for a kiss.

Enea is quick to follow, a good enough flick of Diggia wrist does it for him, coming in spurts all over himself, painting his abs white and feeling his energy dissolve.

Diggia slips out, what usually is an uncomfortable silence now replaced by a feeling of mutuality.

Enea moving to curl up beside him, drifting back to the sleep he had disturbed.

In his heart Diggia knows he should understand this, himself, better.

But a part of him wants this to stay as it is, casual, confusing and hot.

Yeah, just like them, confusing and hot.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[evilkaeya]

I need skk to hug after everything is over btw I need them to embrace each other so tight I need Dazai to bury his face in Chuuya's neck and run his fingers through his hair and I need Chuuya to do the same, face buried in Dazai's neck and taking deep breaths and hands clenching at the back of his coat I need them to hug like there's no tomorrow EVEN THOUGH THERE IS they're safe now everything is okay but they fear that if they let go the other might disappear

[phoenixkaptain]

Always get so worked up when people are like “Batman doesn’t kill people, he just puts them in critical care, isn’t that worse?” And it’s. NO. No it isn’t worse because that’s the point the point is that he hurts them to the point they wish they are dead I-

Modern Batman especially, but even early Batman portray “Batman” as something ominous. It isn’t normal, it isn’t what a normal person should want to be like. Batman is unflinching and merciless amd drops out of the shadows because he’s supposed to be creepy!! He’s an eepy creepy lil dude!

The original origin of the “bat” part of Batman was bats being seen as a bad omen. They’re ominous, they denote bad luck. Bruce says that criminals are all superstitious, so ge decides to dress as a bat. This is literally the first explanation given for why Batman Batmans, and it all leads back to the sole fact that Bruce is trying to scare people.

He WANTS to be the Boogey-Man hiding under beds, he’s AIMING to be the eyes watching ominously from the shadows, he’s TRYING to be scary!

Death is scary, but the lead up to death is the scariest part, isn’t it?

Horror movies are scary because of the unrelenting figure stalking through the night. Slashers were scary because they killed with knives- it took multiple, painful stabs to die. Saw was considered scary because the injuries the traps inflict, the horror stems from imagining yourself in that position and wondering if you could hurt yourself to the point you would wish you were dead to live.

That’s the horror of Batman. An ominous omen. A creature that doesn’t stop until it reaches its prey. A stalker who knows more about you than you know about yourself. Death is more desirable, because death equals escape and this is a monster you will never be able to escape from.

That was the horror of It Follows, wasn’t it? The monster was everywhere and nowhere, always following, unrelenting, and the only way to escape was to give it to someone else.

Batman makes villains wish they were dead and that is the point. That is literally what he’s going for. Bruce Wayne has stocks in Gotham Hospital EMTs and he’s going to cash in right before he retires. The pain is inflicted on purpose. “I don’t want to kill anyone” is not the same phrase as “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” He wants to hurt people. Just, undeniably. Mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually; he wants them to be hurt.

And I can’t stand when people act like hurting people goes against his morals. Has Batman ever said he didn’t want to hurt anybody? It was a lie, if he ever did, because he definitely hurts himself literally everyday on purpose. He’s an eepy! Creepy! Spooky! Little! Guy! Let him be an eepy creepy spooky little guy!

[linkvcr]

Chronic fatigue skysword link is so real to me bc if you sit down in the game you regain hearts. Which is so real tbh

[bwabbitv3s]

Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 3

Link to Part 1 , Part 2

@kaitouhime @krzys2000 @moobloomrights @spooky-fm

Brunch

The brunch meeting ended up being a huge scene, but not overly embarrassing. A table is knocked over when Jack and Maddie rush over to Vlad. Luckily it did not have anyone eating at it yet. The children trailing behind them stopped to right the table. Vlad is unfortunately too slow to offer the fudge before Jack sweeps him up into a crushing bear hug.

“We have been terrible friends. How could you ever forgive us!” Jack cries as he lifts Vlad off his feet in a hug.

“We should have questioned why you never responded after all these years.” Maddie says hovering beside them.

“Dad, put him down!” Jasmine shouts. 

“Yeah, I don’t think he can breathe with you crushing him like that.” Danny adds in. 

If he did not have to breath all the time this would be very uncomfortable. Jack pulls him into an impossibly closer hug before gently putting him back on the ground and releasing him. A glare from Maddie at the gawking people has them hastily avert their gaze. His clothes are now rumpled a little from the bear hug. Vlad straightens a little before stepping closer to the pair. 

“It is not all your burden to bear. Despite how close we had been, I never reached out either after the accident.” Vlad says a little apprehensive. 

His hands nervously clutch at the box of fudge as he makes eye contact with Jack and Maddie. This was the hardest thing he had done in a very long time. He was still coming to terms and processing everything that had happened. In just a few short days he had a fundamental part of his past cast into new light. His lack of responsibility in trying to maintain his part of their friendship was a new glaring issue he had ignored for far too long.

 Maddie’s eyes crinkle as she sweeps forwards with arms outstretched. Unlike Jack she waits for the moment for him to step closer.   

“I can’t express how much I regret not tracking you down the first day out of the hospital.” Vlad chokes out as Maddie pulls him into a hug. 

“I told myself so many things about why you might not want to see us anymore.” her voice catches a bit as she speaks.   

“We never were very good about confrontation when it was about emotions. Always ready to jump into a discussion about science and engineering and tear into that” Jack added. 

“It might take some time and it won’t be the same but I would like to be in your lives again.” Vlad says.

“You are always welcome.” Maddie says softly.

“You are practically family!” Jack happily shouts. 

The tension drops a little as Vlad really sees his friends ready to welcome him back into their life. Without the haze of hate from before clouding his judgment. He sees the laughter lines in Maddie’s face and the gray in Jack's hair. They are not college students working towards getting a doctorate. Life has gone on and his friends have changed just like he has. 

“Now I hope this does not spoil the meal, but I have something for you.” Vlad says, offering up the fudge box. 

“Oh, is that what I think it is?” Jack crows in delight. 

He bounds forwards and takes the box from Vlad. Maddie lets out a fond smile and begins to usher the group back to their table. 

“I had some help but I believe this is a very nice fudge.” Vlad says with a wink at Danny.

“Ohh! I have heard of Miss Martha’s Marviolours Fudge.” Jack excitedly says. 

Vlad starts to walk to the table the family had been seated at. There is already an extra setting at the table. His step falters for a moment before he catches a supportive look from Jasmine. She gestures with her hands forming a cube shape. Danny gives her a confused look as he pulls his father along. Stealing a breath he keeps walking to the place set for him. 

“It has been a long time but I hope you still enjoy them.” Vlad says. Pulling the rubix cube out.   

“Vlad I can’t believe you remembered that!” Maddie exclaims in delight. 

She takes the cube and immediately begins to twist and turn it to solve the cube in a matter of moments. Then resets it and begins to form a classic trick pattern. 

“Whoa. How do you do that so fast, I thought they were supposed to be hard to solve?” Danny asks his mother. 

The rest of the brunch manages to pass with little fanfare after that. Maddie shows her son how to solve it and explains the mechanics behind it. Jack scrawls on a napkin the attributes of the fudge and hashes out the new top ten. Laughter and joy is had as ten years worth of catching up happens over the course of the meal. They manage to only break one glass. It might just be the nicest morning Vlad has had in years.

Now with a Part 4.

[miodiodavinci]

collapses to the ground like a deflated balloon

[felix-lupin]

*crawls out of a hole he couldn't see covered in blood* just finished watching centricide 7. im normal about it.

[sandzephyr]

"zzz"

[freebooter4ever]

Ok, during lunch i was goofing off by browsing the dat*ng app and came across a profile who 'liked' mine that was some blonde haired pretty boy with this as a tag line: "looking for the sophie to my howl". My heart flew into my throat....was i about to live out some teenage fantasy? I got incredibly excited until i realized with dawning horror that this dude possibly meant movie!sophie...

Full offense to the movie but the artists shaved off all the harsh edges on both sophie and howl to the point of unrecognizability beyond basic plot points. So anyone who is searching for the soft, gentle, pleasant version of sophie in the movie absolutely could not handle the slightly manic cleaning lady who enjoys bullying fire demons from the book. Book sophie is quite literally a bit of an obnoxious witch(with a b). She gets angry and expresses herself by murdering weeds. She enjoys teasing howl mercilessly. She gets panic attacks and wears the curse around her like a blanket to protect herself from anxiety and uncertainty. Book sophie is a fully flawed three dimensional character in the same way that movie sophie is a picturesque daydream meant for someone more in love with the idea of being in love than wanting to actually be in love.

But it also just annoyed me because this dude was unwittingly buying into the exact flaw of movie howl. Movie howl was remade into the idea of what women want: he's perfect, he's courtly and an utter gentleman, he acts like a prince. Movie howl is what book howl pretended to be when he went off on dates.

And the entire point of the book is that it took these disguises coming off (howl's princely fake romance character and sophie's literal old woman curse) for these two idiots to fall in love. Sophie starts out as a shy timid mouse, too scared to even talk to howl - she literally runs away from him when they meet in the market. She's so insecure and unable to be selfish that the curse is a blessing in disguise for her. The minute she becomes an old woman she no longer has anything to lose, all her fucks are gone, she's for once in her life just being herself. And she marches into howl's castle looking for a place to sleep because she thinks an old woman would be safe from howl's heart stealing (womanizing) ways.

And howl, meanwhile, doesn't know anything about this crazy old woman except Calcifer likes her (and calcifer represents howl's true heart so it's essentially his gut instinct), and he sees through the old woman disguise before she sees through his but the point is he's still seeing the real sophie - not the shy timid one (movie sophie).

And sophie sees behind howl’s entire facade! The book emphasizes that howl's towering powerful ‘castle’ is hollow smoke - it’s really a tiny three room cottage. Sophie gets to meet howl's real family and find out his working class plain mouse-brown hair background from an unmagical unglamorous world. Sophie cuts up his fancy suits immediately when howl tries to put on his disguise and ‘steal hearts’ again. That was the entire theme of the book: real love doesn't need disguises and artifice.

THAT was the teenage daydream: struggling with insecurity and posturing and a whole bunch of nonsense to discover honest true love underneath. And the movie was about none of that.

Teenage me never wanted the stupid princely version of howl. Teenage me wanted the messy, vain, spider loving, too soft hearted, cowardly, loyal, andre aggassi, stubborn-assed wizard from the book. I will never never forgive the movie for taking all that and turning it into something some guy who fancies himself a handsome courtly prince can put into his d*ting profile. 

Anyway if any wizards are in need of an old cleaning lady to befriend their fire demon let me know. Fire demon not required - i have my own, my blue teardrop of a car named Clacifer. And i have the spiders. And i have the facade of success thats on the brink of crumbling. And i keep heartlessly rejecting everyone who wants to date me. Shit fuck ive turned into howl. Except im also my own manic cleaning lady so maybe ive just hyper independently doomed myself to lonliness \o/

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[existencebringsonlypain]

interesting deltarune fic idea. does the SOUL feel bodily cues from Kris? probably not right? what would happen if the SOUL just has Kris doing stuff for days straight without food or rest? what happens when the SOUL pushes Kris to a limit we can't feel?

[ardensregias]

:3

[thatoneluckybee]

bitches love me cause i sleep until 4

I'm stealing you melatonin I need some

[purple-beans]

Fuck.

[color-cacophony]

One of my favorite things about Phantom is that he's constantly going off-model (at least in Kingdom Battle). Like his proportions change in every shot:

Makes me wonder what the animation process was. I do love how they put so many smears in it. The way they make the movements look so much more fluid and expressive (and give us screenshots that are absolutely priceless)...

I just think it's interesting how Phantom does this much more than anyone else because it makes me think he's actually even more gloopy and squishy than he looks lol. Wonder if he would melt into a puddle if he got too hot.