#I love it so much wtf

[opabiniasarecool]

Dear Diary: Today I learned that there's such a thing as a Breakfast Club AU. Today have been a very good day.

Here's the link for the one I read, it's by @druidbottles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58984606/chapters/150365068

[beauleifu]

I just got the time on reading Heartbeat, it has a potential :))

Have a... Whatever it is, I'm just trying gouache on this doodle XD

*woosh*

OMFG

OOOOOOOOOOHHHH BRO THIS IS SO CUTE IT LITERALLY ENCOMPASSES THE ENTIRE CHAPTER- the important parts that is lmao

THANK YOUU ICE <3 <3

i cant stop looking at this its so CUTE, makes me wanna write more, and i shall, these fingers are cooking up a storm believe me I've begun threatening them and it's working

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji is okay with you not making eye-contact with him during sex because he knows that you're just overwhelmed, right? it's because he simply loves to feel your lips against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck because that's how he knows he's taking good care of you, right?

fuck no.

those are not the only reasons.

if you look toji in the eyes while he's fucking you, he will cream his pants like a fucking teenager who's just seen a pair of tits for the first time.

when he has you on your back with your heels digging into his lower back and with your hands clawing at your back, his own arms barely supporting his body as he sinks into you; you look beautiful like this – a layer of sweat covers your body and he thinks about licking it all up, your bitten lips are parted and the sounds that spill from you cloud toji's mind like a drug. you're writhing and you're squirming, squeezing around his cock so tight that he feels like he's about to pass out.

and then... your eyes.

eyebrows scrunched together, you stare up at him and toji thinks he's going to die instead. tears brim in the corners while your pupils are blown wide, a mix of pleasure and adoration swimming in the dark orbs as he brings you closer and closer to another high. oh, he thinks you look like a fucking painting. like you belong in a museum.

the way you're looking at him is making his cock twitch inside you and that in turn makes you blink at him. you flutter your eyelashes while pressing your heels deeper into his back, silently begging for more.

"f-fuck..."

toji's head falls as he squeezes his own eyes shut. he feels like he's on fire. he feels like he's about to fucking explode. he's going to cum just because you're looking at him with nothing else but love in your eyes. he feels stupid for it – a little embarrassed that such a simple thing is getting to him so easily, but when he feels your hand on his jaw, cradling him like he's something that could break – the shame fades.

the combination of meeting your gaze once again, the care in them, and the love you offer him, makes the knot in his belly snap.

you caress his cheek as you hold your eyes on him, eager to watch him unfold in front of you. a fucked out smile makes its way to your lips and toji's heart skips a beat at the sight. he's never felt weaker, he's never felt more loved. oh, you're something alright.

he also can't handle your eyes whenever you're giving him head. he simply cannot do it. he does love watching you, he really fucking loves it – how you screw your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on your breathing. how the drool pools in the corners of your mouth and how it dribbles down your chin. how your whole body twitches when you gag around him. how small your hand looks on him, how you massage his heavy balls. how pretty you look while doing it all – he's obsessed.

but the second you open your eyes and look back up at him... he's throwing his head back and hiding behind his arm. and while the view of his neck does get you to rub your own thighs together in want – it's not enough.

you want more.

taking your lips off his cock and ignoring the line of spit that connects you to it, you patiently wait for him to look at you. you even stop jerking him off, just resting your hand around his base. his dick twitches and another glob of pre-cum trickles from his tip.

"toji?"

your voice is as sweet as ever and he knows it's a trap. he grumbles back at you in hopes of convincing you to continue, but he's wrong. merely giving his base a squeeze, you watch how the older man buck his hips into your fist.

"look at me."

he won't, he won't, he won't. you're evil, you're awful, you wish to torture him until he dies. this is how it all ends for him. he won't.

"please..."

his balls twitch and his his body burns. he needs to cum so fucking bad but he hates looking like an actual old man, who can't keep his shit together.

"look at me, baby."

it's more of a demand now and he can't resist you. he never has and he never will. whatever you say goes – if you tell him to jump off a damn cliff, he will do so. if you want to break him just like you're doing right this moment, then so be it. he's all yours.

his arm falls from in front of his face and his green eyes crack open to the most glorious sight in the world. you look completely fucked out and your hair is a mess, your lips and your chin are all covered in spit and he thinks of you as an angel of some sort.

you give him a smile and his hips buck into your fist again, but you don't tease him for it – you want him to feel good. so you press a kiss to his sticky tip as you hold his lust-filled gaze and it's enough for him to blow his load all over your gorgeous face.

you lap at his tip like a kitten, collecting the few drops that threaten to escape while still pumping him with your one hand and massaging his balls with the other. toji grips the sheets below with both his hands – his fingers tug at the material so hard that they almost rip but neither of you care.

you worshipping his cock, or better yet worshipping him, is baffling to him. but he's not complaining. you take him into your mouth again, eyes still on his, you wrap your lips wrap around his tip and push him into overstimulation.

curses tumble from his scarred lips like they're the only words he knows and you can't help but smile while still having him him in your mouth. you're covered in his cum and now you're fucking grinning up at him – he really does think he's about to pass away. there's no way this is real, that you're not something his mind conjured up to plague him with. your hands feel godly and your mouth feels so fucking warm. no, this is it – he's officially dying.

taking your lips off of him with a pop, your smile widens even more as you give him an 'ahhh!' as if you've just had the best meal of your life and toji doesn't waste a second before pushing off the bed.

"fuck, come here."

his knees hit the floor with a thud as he lunges at you like a starved beast. he grabs your cheeks and pulls you toward him, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. he needs to feel you, he needs to taste you. he needs to love you.

he needs to give you his all.

[haitaniapologist]

im salivating so hard i hate you haleema

Ran doesn't often feel deflated.

It's not often he allows himself to wallow in the moment, or the enjoy the pity he spends so long denying himself. But looking in the mirror now, at the violet turning to navy hair that stares back at him from the mirror twinkling with strobe lights, he almost allows himself a sliver of sadness. The silk of his hair, now kisses at the floor, waves upon waves that he'll miss braiding in the morning, your soft hands that tug gently on each one when you pull him back for a kiss.

Yes it does feel weird, freeing and not at the same time, when the wind moves through the strands with a lightness that his longer hair didn't allow for. There is nothing to twirl his baton around now, he thinks, as he walks the streets of Roppongi, to your apartment where he waits, with some trepidation to show you the fresh cut which was more a necessity than desire.

'Ran?' you say, when his arms come around you from behind, wet hands drying on a towel to then slide over his forearms, the cuffs now folded to the elbow, all honeyed skin where the fine hairs soak in the evening light, shell pink that has his eyes flashing fuchsia and violet.

He waits, with some apprehension as you turn around and take it in, the lack of blond locks that you could wind a hand around and tug, the short and neatly gelled purple that's carefully tucked behind his ears, curled over his proud forehead.

'So...' he says and clears his throat when he sees your eyes widen, the reflection of him in the shine of them. 'What do you think baby?' and he loathes to admit, that he'll hate it more if you do too, that really, this is all that matters, the cavern of his self-pity that might grow if you think he is somehow lesser for something as simple as this.

'It's...' and your mouth opens and closes like a fish, a hand coming up to touch his cheek, the edge where his ear meets hair, a thumb gently moving a stray strand back from where it curls at his cheekbone. 'It's different.'

'Yeah, I know.'

'You don't like it do you?' and you soften, your hand snaking to the back of his neck where your fingers twirl a few strands, a gentle tug that proves you still can, that proves it hasn't changed.

'It's not ideal. I'm just gutted it was necessary, after all the police shit that went on,' he says, a cold wet balm to the fire of his hurt, to sate the pain he thinks has been unnecessarily pulled from him, and really it was just hair, but it was his, and it was yours and maybe he enjoyed the feeling of your nails raking across his scalp a little more than he voiced. And it had been necessary, and he hadn't been the only one forced to change, and yet it never helped that he felt some part of him was somehow lacking.

You smile, soft and placating, run a hand through the back of it, the softness that kisses your skin when his hair touches your knuckles and he sighs, audibly, when you rake your nails gently across his scalp, a thrum of friction that has him almost moaning at the expert touch. 'Well I like it. Makes you look like a Dilf.'

'A Dilf?' and he pulls back, to narrow his eyes at you, boyish handsome charm that has a smirk tugging at his lips, so easily drawn and so easily given to you. 'I am neither old enough nor do we have kids.'

You feign a moment of thought and tap your lip with one finger, the other hand running down the slope of his neck to play with the edge of his collars where the inky black of his tattoo spills past the parted fabric. 'Dilf-ism isn't about age, it's a state of mind Ran, and you sir,' you whisper and pull him down, just like that, his lips a breath from yours, tantalisingly close and a supple pliant pink, 'are a Dilf.'

He raises an eyebrow, and it's palpable, the way the hurt cools in his chest, regret that turns to ashes and nothing more, the grief that's smoothed over by your love that never ends. 'What about the other part huh angel?' he says and pulls your waist to his, his pelvis knocking yours against the counter, arms trapping you between the mahogany wood of your island kitchen and the strong, toned ridges of his body.

Your breath hitches, as it always does, as it always has, reactions so easily pulled from you and with such ease. 'Other part?'

'Mhm.' And he takes your chin between his fingers, a thumb that presses to your lips to part them for himself, obedience and love and care that has the heat breaking out across your skin. 'The not having kids yet part.'

'Oh.'

'If you give me a moment of your time baby, ' he says, 'I'm sure we can change that too don't you think?'

And when he kisses you there, the rosy pink of the evening sky spilling into your kitchen, and with a hand running through the violet hues of his hair, it is with less regret, less apprehension, less like he has something to be angry at, and all the love you so easily give, that he loves and never feels deserving of.

But he is, you've always known that.

Reblogs appreciated!

(happy late birthday to this dummy, I couldn't miss the opportunity now could I? Also Dilf Ran supremacy goodbye, I stand by it.)

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[wtfforged]

i wonder... how the others are doing... i hope no ones been killed. i wish i knew what happened.

[trackercat]

We are all dogs

In a really hot car

[kitamars]

hhhnhhghgjjghgugujgutuutghn piskin……..

[thecmaly]

the importance of a name nya!

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more windbreaker comics

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[suntails]

toot toot!

[teddybeartoji]

“look at me, hm?”

toji's voice is barely above a whisper, his words softer than ever. with his hands circled around your middle, he stands there behind you, his chest glued against your back like a big bear. his heavy head rests on your shoulder, eyes locked onto yours in a quiet plea. you think you hear a pout in his tone. 

but you don’t give him a reaction, gaze locked onto the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you.

you’re upset with him and toji feels like he's dying.

all of this just because you're jealous.

because the love of his life is jealous. 

toji only spared her a glance, brushing her off and saying that his partner is waiting for him – she’s the one that went on and on, talking about the milk carton in his hands as if toji had never seen it before. but little do you know, every single word that spilled from the stranger, went in one ear and right out the other – toji couldn’t be less interested in anybody other than you. if you were to crack open his head and take a look around, it’d be all you. you and your laugh, you and your eyes, you and your hands, you and your hobbies. you and you and you. even when he was standing there with the milk carton in his hand, the only thing on his mind was how he’s going to watch you chomp down a big bowl of cereal the next morning. 

you just happened to see the moment the woman leaned closer with a charming smile on her lips and her hand on his forearm while saying her goodbye, and that was enough for the ugly thoughts to bully themselves into your head.

even though you trust toji, you know he doesn’t entertain any flirting attempts that might come his way, but sometimes… sometimes you just can’t help but feel that you might not be enough. what if he did think the woman was more beautiful, or maybe he did find the guy, who asked for his help at the gym the other day, hot? what if he found them more interesting than you, what if he feels himself stuck to you against his will? 

you heard your own words swimming around in your head and cringed at yourself, ashamed that you were letting that weird growth of jealousy torment you.

but it had already taken root. 

that evil, ugly little thing in the back of your mind. and you couldn’t shake it.

not on your own at least. 

toji had made his way over to you, taking his place by your side while squinting at the little piece of paper in his hands. but you were quiet, more so than usual, and toji isn’t stupid – he might not be the best with feelings and emotions, but he does know you. 

he could tell just by the way you avoided his gaze, the way you started to shorten your answers. the way you pulled away and into yourself – he watched you disappear into your own head right in front of his eyes and he hated it. 

but not wanting to push any wrong buttons here in public, he swallowed your silence with a heavy heart and guided you to your car with a hand on your lower back. he’s not as afraid as he used to be – he isn’t as scared to step into your space, now knowing that this is just what you need sometimes. a little push, a little nudge, to break free from the vines of envy and jealousy and doubt. he’ll burn them, he’ll cut you free. 

the car ride home was quiet. with your head rested against the window and eyes set on the passing buildings and cars, toji found himself stealing glances at you every chance he got. oh, how he hated the pout on your lips, the very same one you’re wearing now. all he wanted to do was to take you into his arms and kiss you, hold you. to make you laugh. to make you forget every single thing that has ever bothered you.

toji let you simmer for exactly ten minutes, just enough for you to change into your pyjamas and to wash up before deciding on your distraction – the dishes. he snuck up on you as silently as he could; the tips of his fingers itched to feel your skin under them, his ears tired from the silence in the apartment. the sigh that you let out as he pressed himself flush against you, sounded better than anything before. toji had already started to miss you in those twenty minutes you were away from him. 

“please… “

it’s not often you get to hear that word, especially in that tone, so it’s hard for you to ignore the stuttering of your poor, sensitive heart. his nose nudges against your cheek and you put down the knife to lean into him on instinct; with your hands on top of his, your bodies mold together like pieces of a puzzle. 

“you know you’re the only one for me…” 

the words form in the back of his mouth and roll from his tongue like a low purr. they’re coated in something sweet, in something only you get to see and feel. his arms tighten around you and you know he means it. his heart beats against your back, as nervous as it is confident. he’s sure about his statement but a part of him is still scared that you won’t have him. that you’ll leave him. 

“she talked about the milk, that’s all she did, sweetheart.” gently, he sways your bodies side to side, letting the warmth of his body engulf you as he ropes you back to him.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“do you believe me?”

it’s something you’ve been practicing in order to get rid of any remaining specks of doubt. it goes both ways; he trusts that you’ll say what’s on your mind and you do the same. 

honesty. 

raw and real.

“yes.”

toji lets out a little puff of air through his nostrils, a wave of relief settling into his body. he knows it’s not over just yet, but it’s a start.

“can i kiss you?”

toji’s mossy green eyes meet yours for the first time in what feels like forever and all he can think about is how much you mean to him. his darling, his baby. he’s not one to be a sap, but hell, when it comes to you, he’s more than willing to drop to his knees and recite love poems for you if that’s what you’d like. anything and everything. 

he watches your eyes flick down to his mouth and then back up again and the little nod you give him is more than enough for him to finally press his lips to yours in a needy, hungry kiss. you melt into each other – skin against skin, tongue against tongue, it just feels right. the spark between you is still there, burning brighter than ever after all the time you’ve spent together. over hills and mountains, through lakes and rivers – nothing is too much or too little for the two of you to conquer together. he’ll be there for you and you’ll be there for him. 

“‘m all yours, sweetheart.”

his hushed words slip right between your lips and slither their way down your throat. inside, they bloom and they flourish. they overtake the rotting weeds that were growing there before and you feel it. you feel it happen. he breathes into you and you become alive again.

"i love you."

[aphel1on]

laios has very quickly become dear to me not just because he's an autistic protagonist but because his autism is itself one of the reasons his party has an edge over others. though we see him struggle in social situations, his special interest makes him hypercompetent in the context of dungeon survival. i'm aware that's not a NEW observation on him but i was impressed that he even used his special interest to successfully solve a crisis that relied on noticing social cues- he was able to pick out the impostors bc he honed in on the small discrepancies in their attitudes toward monsters. if that isn't weaponizing your autism, i don't know what is

[witch--btch]

Sleeping positions…

Official Art by Satoru Nii

[wtfforged]

his exercises are ridiculous

[paper-mario-wiki]

Loved ur little mousey so much I drew her

LOOK AT THAT FACE!

she thought the torment was for one lifetime only, she's mad as hell!!