#I needto watch this

[opikiquu]

im going to be so annoying all week

[skyburger]

slenderman in that one fuckass forest

[mechawolfie]

lord help me im thinking about belle (2021) again

[aceyanaheim]

me every gilmore girls rewatch: I will fight Richard Gilmore with my BARE HANDS.

[lloydsnewdadfr]

I needt to get a job asap so I can bbuy all tje clothes and toys and plushies. I wannt it is extremelynecessary

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

maybe

Do you sometimes gaslight yourself that Bojack is a funny talking horse show after watching the show?

Just asking for a friend :p

[bi-writes]

smth about indifferent and nonchalant simon i know i needto stand up but there's something so sexy about it just .him watching you make a fool of yourself for a sliver of his attention while outwardly giving you nothing i hate him. i need to suck him from the back (especially if he finds you cute or endearing GGGRRRR BARK BARK)

oh my goddodododdddd literally. simon is someone who has so much self-control. he could literally have a raging fucking hard-on for his girl and still sit there as if nothing is wrong. you could be naked in his bed, and if he wanted to, he could just stand there perfectly still.

loves whiny, whimpery girls the most. likes the girls that paw at him for his attention, that throw themselves at him. he lovessssss guiding them with a big hand on their jaw where he wants them to be, loves calling them desperate little pets. loves it because simon feels like he sometimes can't look himself in the mirror, so when he gets girls that are big, whiny, pouty girls that cream all over his cock?

1000/10, best girls, he'll eat them up and devour them !!!!!!!

[samuelsdean]

There Would Be No Us

pairing: sam winchester x reader

summary: demon blood, and the power it granted people, but also the terrible price it exacted. you knew—sam knew firsthand—about it. you wouldn't be here today hunting those sons of bitches if sam wasn't fed that stupid thing all those years ago. sam knew the consequences, and yet. sam, fueled by grief and a desperate needto exact revenge for dean, wasn't immune to its allure.

genre: angst

word count: 1.5k

author's notes: i hope y'all have your tissues ready because this one hurts. that's it.

THE RHYTHMIC PATTER OF RAIN AGAINST THE MOTEL ROOF WAS A FAMILIAR LULL, ONE YOU'D GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS. But tonight, it felt more like a funeral march. Sat on the threadbare bed, you stared at the chipped paint on the wall, the stillness amplifying the gnawing emptiness in your chest. It had been hours since Sam left, hours filled with the echo of him slamming the motel door shut and the roar of the Impala starting and driving into the rain. You had watched him your concern growing with each passing moment. It had been what? Two? Three months, going on four, passed since Dean had been dragged to Hell, and the toll on Sam was clear.

Another lead, another dead end. You knew the routine by heart now, the crushing disappointment that followed every failed attempt to get revenge for Dean. Tonight, though, the weight felt heavier. It's been months since that fateful night Dean died, and you'd seen the flicker of desperation in Sam's eyes before he left, a desperation that morphed into something colder, harder.

Sam had become increasingly reticent lately, spending more and more time huddled over his phone in hushed conversations with Ruby. Out of all the people—if you could even call her that—Sam chose to trust her over you. You who have been by his side forever. You who have loved him ever since. He’d brushed off your questions about her, your comments, claiming that if anything she knew more about Lilith and hell, more than you ever could. But the way his demeanor shifted whenever he ended those calls, a mixture of guarded hope and grim determination, made you doubt his explanation, made you doubt him.

Today’s lead was different. There was a frantic edge to Sam’s voice when Ruby called, a rawness that had you rushing to the motel window as soon as the Impala’s roar faded into the night. Now, you paced the tiny room, Dean's worn leather jacket slung at the foot of the bed, his scent clinging to it a faint comfort in the harsh silence of the room, a constant reminder of your fruitless search to avenge the older brother. A choked sob escaped your lips, the sound echoing through the empty room.

Where was Sam? What was going on? Could you really trust Ruby? A million questions swirled in your mind, threatening to drown out the faint hope that flitted within you. Your eyes settled on Sam's unmade bed, his blanket unkempt and his pillows askew. But before you could reach for it, to fix it—the man deserved a clean bed to lay down on—the door creaked open, and Sam walked in, his hair dripping from the rain.

Relief washed over you, momentarily erasing the apprehensions that had been churning in your stomach. "Sam!" you exclaimed, rushing to his side. "Did you find something? Anything?" you finally asked, the silence pressing down heavy.

He looked at you, his face etched with weariness, but there was a speck in his eyes that hadn't been there before. A hint of something you couldn't quite define. "Maybe," he said, a tight smile playing on his lips. "We might be closer than we think to killing Lilith."

His words were a ray of light in the darkness, but you couldn't shake off the unease that lingered. As Sam pulled you into a hug, the damp chill of his clothes did little to dispel the coldness that had settled around your heart. There was something more to this story, a secret Sam was keeping from you. And you knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that whatever it was, it had the potential to change everything.

You clung to Sam, desperately trying to ignore the unsettling chill radiating from his body. His embrace felt different, tighter, almost frantic. You pulled back, searching his eyes for answers, for the warmth you used to find there.

"Sam," you started, your voice a modicum of a whisper, "what happened?"

He nodded, avoiding your gaze. "We… I think I might have a lead this time, a good one." He rummaged in his jacket pocket, pulling out the half-empty vial you had just noticed stuffed in his pocket. Your breath caught in your throat.

"What's that?" you managed, your voice trembling.

"It's… something Ruby gave me," he mumbled, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the vial. "It helps me do things, you know, fight demons." He offered you a strained smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"What?" you continued, holding your breath. "What do you mean? Does it work like holy water? I-I don't... I don't understand."

A wave of nausea washed over you. It's not what you think it is—you hoped it wasn't what you think it is.

Demon blood.

Demon blood, and the power it granted people, but also the terrible price it exacted. You knew—Sam knew firsthand—about it. You wouldn't be here today hunting those sons of bitches if Sam wasn't fed that stupid thing all those years ago. Sam knew the consequences, and yet.

Sam, fueled by grief and a desperate need to to exact revenge for Dean, wasn't immune to its allure.

"Sam," you pleaded, your voice heavy with concern. "Are you sure about this? Ruby… I think you should stop this. Stop this madness."

He wavered, then set the vial down with a sigh. "Look, I know you're worried," he said, his voice softening a touch. "But this is the only way. We can't just sit here doing nothing."

"There has to be another way, Sam," you insisted, reaching for his hand. You could feel the tremor in his fingers, a cold confirmation of your suspicions.

"There isn't," he said, his voice hardening. "This is what it takes. I have to avenge Dean, I promise. We just have to…" his voice trailed off, his eyes flicking to the vial again, a flicker of desperation crossing his face.

"Sam," your voice sounded shaky. "Stop this. You're scaring me."

He finally looked up, his eyes resolute. "I need to do this. I can't just sit here."

"And you think demon blood is the answer?" Your anger flared, hot and sharp. You knew the stories, the dangers. He knew himself and both of you knew Dean wouldn't want this.

"It helps," he muttered, his voice flat. "It keeps me focused, keeps me going. It makes me strong"

You knew that wasn't entirely true. You'd seen the way his eyes gleamed after he was with Ruby, a feverish energy replacing his usual stoicism. You'd seen the way he flinched from touch, the dark circles under his eyes deepening. It was more than focus, it was dependence.

Anger turned to a deep well of sorrow. You loved Sam, a life tangled with his amidst the chaos of their hunter's life. Now, that love felt choked by his descent into this dangerous territory.

"Sam, if we lose you too…" your voice cracked. You reached for his hand, but he pulled away, his eyes filled with a cold, angered flicker you didn't recognize.

"You won't," he said, his voice infused with a dangerous power. "We can't give up on this. Not now, not ever."

The venom in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "Isn't this giving up?" you challenged, your voice barely a whisper. "You're literally taking something from the monsters you've been fighting your whole life! To do what? Fight them? You're sacrificing yourself on a gamble!"

He looked away, jaw hardening, staring daggers at the wall behind you.

"Have I ever given up on you, Sam?" You broke down.

He shook his head, but wouldn't meet your gaze.

"No, never," you pressed on, sniffling. "Then don't force me to do it now. Don't make me watch you do this."

The silence that followed was heavy with a finality neither of you wanted to acknowledge. You reached for him again, but this time, he didn't flinch. His hand was cold and foreign in yours, devoid of the warmth you used to know. His eyes, once filled with love and pain, were now blank and unfriendly.

"We'll find Dean," he said, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "But it won't be us."

A single tear escaped your eye, tracing a warm path down your cheek. You nodded slowly, stunned at how easy it was for the man you loved to choose someone else, to choose Ruby—demon blood—over you.

You watched as Sam grabbed the vial, a chilling smile dancing on his lips. As he tipped back his head, the love you held for him turned to a hollow ache. You were losing him, piece by agonizing piece, to the very thing both of you hunted on almost a daily basis.

There would be no fight for Dean together.

There would be no us.

You were left alone, a solitary figure in the flickering motel room, the only witness to the anomaly Sam was becoming.

[literary-motif]

Love Is A Lie

Alex x Reader

You call Alex after the dream you had about him.

You exhaled shakily, pressing the call button. Phone calls induced their own kind of anxiety, leaving your heart racing as you paced in your apartment. That dream — nightmare, really — was fresh in your mind, making you realize that you could not let the past continue to haunt you.

Alex occupied your thoughts, stealing your focus and making you think about what could have happened had things been different. Regret weighed heavily on your heart. You had both made mistakes, and you were sick of having this unfinished relationship hang over your heads. 

You needed to get closure so you could move on with your life. 

“Hello?” Alex's voice cut through your spiraling thoughts. Your breath hitched. 

Opening your mouth to reply, you could not utter a word. Your mind went blank, and you could do nothing but listen to the muffled clearing of a throat on the other end of the line. 

“Hello?” he asked again, more pointed now. He sounded snappy, already impatient. Had he canceled your number? Did he not recognize it? 

Had he moved on already?

You swallowed thickly. “Alex,” you croaked out, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. They came out jumbled anyway. “Hi, it’s— hi, uh—” you stammered, running a hand through your hair nervously. “How have you been? How is— are you in— in the US already?”

“Yes,” he replied sharply. “What do you want?”

Your heart sank. What did you want? 

Calling him had been such an impulse decision and you suddenly realized that you had not thought this through. The needto hear his voice after the heart-wrenching dream still clinging to you had been overwhelming. For once, you had allowed your heart to decide for you, and being caught in the tense silence between you two now, you immediately came to regret it.

“I—” you began hesitatingly, “I dreamt about you, about us. I just— I needed to tell you that I’m—”

“You said,” he said curtly. 

His voice sounded different, tighter than you remembered. It had not been long, hardly a month since he had moved out. Had he grown to hate you in such a short time? Had he changed so much already?

Had he truly not accepted your apology?

“No, listen,” you said, desperation seeping into your tone. You could not continue like this, with Alex and thousands of what-ifs constantly on your mind. “I need to do this properly, Alex. Please, just let us—”

His deep sigh cut you off, making the words catch in your throat. Perhaps he truly did not care anymore. Perhaps he had moved on in New York. Perhaps you meant less to him than he did to you.

“This is not a conversation we can have over the phone, really,” he said, sounding nearly absentminded. You heard the shuffling of papers in the background and wondered faintly what type of project he was involved in now. 

Did his position at this prestigious company give him the satisfaction he craved? Was he happy now that his dream to be a professional photographer gave him the income he deserved?

You still cared about him. You wanted to know him again. What had happened in the month you had been apart? How was he? 

You missed the conversations you would have over dinner, amicably arguing about the wetness of water and other silly things. You missed how he would curl into your side on the sofa when you watched a movie together, pointing out the lighting choices and camera angles that were particularly ingenious or horridly done. You missed having a shoulder to lean on, a haven when the stress of life got too much. You missed having him by your side.

“Fine,” you said, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You still loved him, and thinking that he did not feel the same way about you anymore broke your heart. “When– uh, are you in London anytime soon?”

The answer was immediate. “No.”

Blinking away tears, you tried to reason with yourself. Feelings changed. It was perfectly natural. If he wanted a fresh start, that was alright. If he did not feel the same way about you after what had happened — a thought that caused your lower lip to wobble uncontrollably and made your tears spill — that was alright as well. Feelings changed. You would have to deal with it, and you were confident that you would, but you did not want to let go of him until he said so.

You needed closure, or you would hold onto hope that your relationship could be fixed, and you would work to fix it.

That was hard to do though, when he was across the ocean.

“Ah,” you said eloquently, “Then, uh— would—”

“I have to go,” he said quickly, cutting you off. “Work, you understand.” 

You did understand, but it sounded more like an excuse than anything else. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. It was nine in the evening for him, and you were sure that although his work was important, Alex — who always told you he got his best work done early in the morning — did not have to rush anywhere to complete anything at this hour. 

Then again, things change.

“Alex—” you tried.

People change.

“Goodbye,” he said. The line went dead. 

[darrellenjoyer]

i need more love and positivity and blind optimism and whimsical miraculous ways of conceptualizing the world around me and more indian food and more hugs from myself and less internet people making me mad because im a very sensitive soul who agonizes over the same thought patterns over and over and gets stuck in my racing mind all the time trying to overcorrect it and corral it where i want it to go & feeling weak and tired and in pain all the time due to my disabilities and also i needto keep watching super robot monkey team hyperforce go cause its a little goofy but i enjoy it thoroughly

[defectzim]

I needto watch enter the florpus again . For my health .

[2tonerecords]

Lots of you are following me and that makes me happy but you needto know i have watched 3 episoes of jackass ajd like 6 of viva la bam and zero of the movies like i dont know shit everything is new to me

[celestie0]

i’m kind of obsessed with kickoff reader. i wanna know more about her. aside from films, what are her hobbies? does she bake? does she like to cook? what inspired her to pursue film? did she used to make silly little films when she was younger? (and if yes, is it uploaded to an obscure corner of youtube where only Gojo can find one fateful night and never stopped making fun of her for it?)

- maybe i am kickoff Gojo

omg 👁️ kickoff gojo what r u doin here…u r not alowed out of ur cage go back to google docs

thanks for being interested in readerrr :””) oof aside from films n the photog i think she is DEF a HUGE baker n tbh i can see her having a side hustle of being like a food content creator or something where she makes aesthetic baking vids bc she’s got that film background 😭 maybe she has a secret instagram accnt that’s actually very popular 👀…..but she’s too shy to share 🤣

i think she knows how to cook 🤔 she’s not like pro level chef or anything, but she isn’t surviving off instant ramen either haha. most days of the week she just pulls stuff together w whatever her n mina have in the fridge but then every other friday she’ll go all out n make pasta from scratch or sear some lobster or sumn hahah. she is perfectly mediocre at cooking. and although she is known to be a bit more tomboyish w her style, she loves to wear a cute apron every now n then (｡･ω･｡)

omg inspiration for film is a greaaatttt question!!! i kinda want to explore that in main storyline now!!! i think when she was younger, she was a bit more of a quiet kid and was always the english teachers’ fave student bc she was really emotionally intelligent n had great vocabulary and in general a great eye for art n literature, so that academic praise kinda got her into writing stories n watching films, she studied a lot of old hollywood classics n from there she became really interested in film as a whole. i think it became a form of expression for her, since she had kind of a whacky childhood (will uncover more of this in later chaps) i like to think before she applied to college, she wanted to be an english major n become an english teacher but she knew deep down that film was what she really wanted to do and even though her family was reluctant, she went ahead n applied as a film major anyway (btw utokyo is hard to get into for film bc they only have a few spots for their program which is one of the best in the nation so i think she did well for herself :) it’s also why she wants to get into utokyo’s film masters specifically!!)

PLS THE OLD SILLY FILMS IS 100% ACCURATE i mean she has her short films on youtube now n they’ve done decent w views but yea i can see her having older videos that are parodies or i imagine she made a horror film when she was in middle school n looking back on it now it’s so corny n not scary at all 💀🤣 gojo would 100% tease tf outta her for that HAHAHAHA

DAMN I WROTE AN ESSAY IM SORRY i just don’t get many questions ab reader so i indulged a little bit haha tysm bb for the ask!!! (🤨 unless u rly are kickoff gojo, then in that case GET BACK TO CH10 I NEEDTO FINISH EDITING YOU)

[maximumeffort69]

hey dudes. Pull up my paper saying have you watched it yet

Ok i needto stop saying this like a alarm i sound annoying

I MEANT TO WATCH IT LAST NIGHT BUT I WAS TOO BUSY JERKIJT MY SHIT TO SABERSPARJ I JUST REMEMBERED THIS MORNING 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[jils-things]

also gush pass because I LOVE READING YOUR RANTS JIL!!! yell abotu whatever youre fixated on in reply to this anon ask i b eg -ekans anon

oouuuhhhh i needto snatch the chance to talk about norto.n because im always so shy glrgkrkf 😤😤😤 its all im fixated on rnnn so AWAGGH 🥹🥹🥹

nort.on is one of unfortunate characters i f/o. i genuinely feel so sad about from time to time because he never experienced a very comfy life even since he was a kid and he still lives with much anger and hatred in his heart but i really don't blame him.... the hatred of feeling miserable is what's pushing him to keep going and that's something i can never be so brave abt. sure he's done... a lot of reckless things but... for a man who's at risk of dying anytime? i would do anything to pull him out of his misery and let him know the world isnt so cruel. i've watched his foo.ls gold trailer a bit too much admittedly but its really because for so long, have i been DYING to know what happened to him. i f/o'd him 5 years ago (although going "inactive" within the years) with only little tidbits of his lore and seeing this trailer that came out last year - I feel that my patience has paid off finally because now i can really really ADORE where hes coming from. also his voice just... im so in love with his voice wasiawiaiwiaiai im so ;;;;; all the shit hes enduring i just ;;;;;;;;;;; i get so misty eyed about it. hes the type of guy to go work 30 minutes early before everyone because he can't trust them, and is certain they'd rob his efforts. like how much has he gone through to be this?!? reserved and aloof? how much pain did he have to receive to really keep his walls so high? it makes me so sad for him and i remember saying so many times i get so happy if i see him smiling, fanart or canon art:

i feel happy seeing him happy

i remember my friend once sent me a pic of nor.ton's stageplay actor, in his costume, but out of character - smiling. even if he's not playing the bit, seeing him smile with nort.on in mind just made me so? emotional? like this is how he'd look if... things were better. even just for a day, or hour, or minute. ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

umm but... emotional me aside.. hes ... cute. hes very cute 💚💚 his design immediately took me when he was first teased for release. its probably his miners hat with the candle that did it. he looks so cute on it and ermrmhfhj ofuhh i dunno i just... decided to like him and it went further ehhshahhsf

thank u for readign wiwieifjhjde

[stpansy]

i needto catch her in a jar like a little bug. little lightning bug glowing softly for me on my nightstand in the summer heat. but as the night wears on and her light gets dimmer i realize that i am playing god, attempting to keep something ephemeral for myself, to contain something which cannot be contained, so i go out to the backyard and open the jar and watch her float out into the night until her glow is indistinguishable from the stars