#I need to go sleep

[somerandomcockroach]

@keferon BITING YOU FOR ADDING THIS BIT. I DIDN'T LIKE HOW THEIR PATH WENT IN IDW. YOU JUST WENT AND SAID "Who needs Starscream, Onslaught might find it out by himself" AND I EXPLODED

[azures-grace]

Is. Is Who Laughs Last evil Dead Man's Hand.

Like. Road trip. Exhaustion. Dead guy but maybe you killed him??

Hand man dead????

[greensagephase]

This is silly, but I can't stop thinking about how Miguel is the kind of man that would peel an orange for you. Not because you're not capable of doing it yourself (though that could be the case for a different reason), but because, you know, your hands smell like oranges even after washing your hands like a million times, and Miguel is thoughtful and it's a small way for him to show you he cares even if just by sparing your hands from smelling like an orange all day.

[laprincessadelmar]

I need Ellie Williams to finger me with her long, sexy ahh fingers.

[bogmonstergeneral]

ok wait so

Crowley isn’t Raphael. very sorry.

but i think Aziraphale might be. Two quick things to consider:

Firstly - Aziraphale and Raphael.

Secondly - we know Neil pulls from different religions for Good Omens. In Islam, Raphael is Israfil.

Phonetics aside, let’s break it down a little. I'm gonna lay out some points all onto the table and we'll sort them at the end.

In Christianity and Judaism, Raphael is a healer. In The Book of Tobit, he is disguised as a human, and acts as a physician and expels demons.

In Christianity, he is the patron of of travelers, the blind, happy meetings, nurses, physicians, marriage, Catholic studies, medical workers, and matchmakers.

In Islam, Israfil's job is to hold a trumpet to his lips at the ready for The Second Coming.

In astrology, he's associated with the sun, and, if we wanted to throw Milton a bone - in Paradise Lost, he's assigned to Eden to warn Adam of the consequences of eating the apple.

In season 1, we see Aziraphale heal Anathema, and in season 2, we see him almost excited to heal wee Morag. In episode three, we also see him pretending to be a doctor, although I think this has less to do with his character and more to do with the plot of the episode. Obviously, the expels demons part... he's not too hot at that, considering he certainly didn't expel Crawly. But it was absolutely in his job description.

That matchmaker thing feels almost too on the nose.

In season two, the Metatron asks Aziraphale to rejoin heaven as an archangel to carryout the second coming, which parallels Israfil's job (of course, we have no idea what kind of work he's about to do up there. Maybe he'll be doing paperwork, maybe they'll have him ready with a trumpet to announce the second coming. I certainly don't know.)

And, of course - Raphael is associated with the sun; the sun rises in the east; Aziraphale is the guardian of the eastern gate. And the idea that Neil might have pulled from Paradise Lost is a bit of a stretch, but we have another parallel if I'm not overreaching.

Of course, there's a lot that would prove me otherwise. And I am often wrong! I am also sick right now, so I might be very wrong.

[dermy-der-demp]

kusuo HATES shopping clothes

I know that in the series at some point he showed more or less what he is like buying clothes but I'm going to completely ignore it (TW//unnecessary comments about appearance, weight and insults, it's slight but I prefer to be safe)

the reason Kurumi makes most of the kusuo clothes is because he hates going shopping and oh surprise, another thing he hates bc of telepathy.It's not something that he really hate but it's something he doesn't want to deal with, stores are usually full of people who seem to do their thing most of the time, what Ku hears is a lot of people judging everything he does:

"Do you really like that shirt? How bad taste" "Ha, poor boy, he's too fat to fit in those pants" "He looks horrible! Doesn't he feel sorry for going out like that?" "Haha,boy he looks like ass"

Saiki doesn't want to deal with that shit, it doesn't affect him anymore but it's annoying to hear people judging every aspect of his body and clothes as if they had a right. When he was younger he was angry because it was his parents (Kurumi) who dressed him and many comments they were too cruel for such a young child, later he lost faith in humanity and stopped caring, eventually he only asked his mother for what he needed. But he never told Kurumi what he heard because he didn't want to hurt her with useless opinions, she just thought that kusuo liked her clothes too much and until now she continues happily making any clothes he needs

[shinayashipper]

silly nonsense these boys areee... they do cute stuff like this unpromted

[infernothechaosgod]

They miss out on making a character thats an naked mole rat species, like the animal is immune to almost all damn types of pain having a character like that would be so fun

Mickey : wow im glad no one got hurt while fight with pete

naked mole rat char : yeah :) *has a knife in their shoulder and back of their head*

Like I personaly make my mickey feel mostly phantom pain because of world building reasons and If you dont wanna make/see like lore heavy/serious comics or projects a mole rat character would be cool

Tell me they woudnt be

I just like the mole rat tbh idk

[sweeethinny]

I haven't been able to write anything everything comes out kind of wrong and feels wrong and doesn't seem to make sense, and maybe that's because I'm trying to put my experiences into the characters and nothing has fit the way I like it and it's been pissing me off I don't really know what's going on I think I'm just tired, but I don't know exactly what for either. having conflicting feelings is exhausting too, so maybe that's it at some point I will be able to write something and not feel ashamed and post it here or draw something too who knows let's follow the next chapters ahaha

[milomoonsies]

Regulus will literally have to tell James to behave himself before social functions, and James will shoot him this shit-eating grin like who do you take me for?? and then casually blow up Reggie's life with a cocktail in each hand, dancing the macarena during some newlywed's first dance like a deranged little demon man

[boycritter]

wish instead of fibromylgia i had some. fibr opti c cables in my body. up top 🙌

[lemon-3ds]

Staying up until 1 in the morning playing Pokémon today is the day of fools and I am the fool

[feitan-cl]

instead of reading Red Note at the beginning i read Death Note, so you can imagine my confusion when

Favorite thing about the Red Note shenanigans: Mongolian ranchers suddenly gaining a rabid following of American horse girls and being like "we knew you had cowboys but we didn't know you value and love horses as friends like we do, this is excellent"

Mongolian rancher 🤝 American horse girl synergy I guess

[dewberrys-sillyblog]

Tumblr jumpscare

Why did it change why are you blue

[lemonbois315]

Shitty sketch of something that happened to me while being a CIT. They don’t tell us shit. Uhhhggggg made this to procrastinate.

[nanamisgirly]

cw breast obsession non-sexual, gentle dominance ig, soft intimacy.

my personal fav fantasy is husband!nanami coming home late. he's super exhausted and he finds you already sleeping.

he sighs in relief at the sight of your peaceful body lying on the bed, the moon light peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow over you.

you're wearing a delicate crop top, yellow with tiny pink roses on it, thin straps slipping off your shoulders, and lace-trimmed triangles barely covering your breasts— shifted out of place in your sleep. it's Nanami's fav. because he got the chance to cup your tits easily from behind.

it's not in a lustful way!! he's not groping you with some filthy intent not always at least. he holds them in a comforting way, in a way that makes him exhales deeply the moment he slides into bed, feeling the stress of the day melt away as his large, calloused hand finds its rightful place. right over your chest.

it's comforting, the way they fit just right in his palms— they're not too big, not too small, just perfect. like they were meant to be in his hands, like he was meant to touch you this way. he likes the shape of them, the way they mold to his touch, yielding and soft, a stark contrast to the roughness of his palms. he doesn't squeeze hard, doesn't knead them like he's trying to work you up— just holds.

he loves how soft they are when you're relaxed, when you're warm and tucked into his arms, your body completely at ease. how they don't poke or demand attention. they're sitting there all plush and smooth against his fingers, unbothered.

he loves how your breasts change when you're lying down, how they spread just a little, how they lose that roundness but become so soft, so flat, almost like they're becoming one with his hands. he loves the way his fingers can rest along the curve of your ribs, feeling the gently rise and fall of your breath beneath them.

it's instinctual. reaching for you. holding you. owning you.

his favorite way to touch you is when you're on your back, his face buried in the crook of your neck—your floral scent invading his nostrils—'cause that's where he has better access to your tits. he likes to slide his hand up from your waist, fingers ghosting over your ribs before they settle beneath the swell of your breast— his thumb and index supporting the weight ever so slightly, pressing just enough to feel their fullness. and sometimes most of the times he gives the underside a gentle pinch, his lips twitching at the way your body shifts in response, even in your sleep.

and your nipples. god he loves them sooo much. he's totally obsessed when they don't poke or stiffen under his fingers, just stay warm and smooth against his touch, like they trust him enough to relax. he traces lazy circles over them, fingertips gliding over the subtle change in texture. he never presses, never pinches because he knows if he did, if he rolled them just right, they'd start to react. they'd tighten, harden under his touch, and sure—when the mood was for it—he loved that just as much.

but right now, it was only about feeling you.

and if you make some little sound of protest when he adjusts his grip— he simply shushes you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering, "go back to sleep, darling." and you do. because how could you not when you were so sweetly wrapped in his warmth?

(*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)