#I’m all over the place rn

[anamuave]

people are saying that amane (yugi-sensei) spread the rumor about tsukasa in order to see him,,,

man,,,this brother bond is close to inseparable huh?

[simple-persica]

HELLO YES HI!

Ok I am gonna stream today! But I’m all scrambled from move out and my room’s a mess so I don’t know where anything is. I’m still gonna do it, but pardon my scattered tom foolery.

For the stream itself, we’re gonna design New Jersey! So if you wanna hang, bring all the Jersey info you’ve got because I forgot to do significant research

[timethehobo]

A missed apology.

[kentofic]

quick zayne x gn!reader makeout scene bc the trailer is making me FERAL. self indulgent and not proofread

Zayne is holding you, kissing you, touching you, consuming you. You can hardly breathe, but you don’t care. You just want more more more—more of this Zayne that’s unkempt, uninhibited, and so fucking hungry for you that it sets every nerve alight with need.

His mouth slots against yours, hot and demanding and urgent, each taste of you feeding the flame of desire that burns in his gut. You gasp out his name, and he swallows it down before licking into the warmth of your mouth, moaning softly like he can’t get enough because he can’t. He slips his tongue against yours, and you suck it in further, tasting peppermint and just him, sweeter than the candy he keeps stashed in his pockets.

Zayne’s grip on your hips tightens, each fingertip bruising into the soft flesh as you suck around the slick muscle of his tongue. The cold edge of his glasses digs into the soft swell of your cheek until he tilts his head, pulling back just slightly to find another angle.

You hear him huff out a desperate, debauched—but also frustrated—breath. You open your eyes to find him, eyes half-lidded and dazed, cheeks glowing with heat, glasses smudged and fogged up and askew on his nose. The glasses must be the great offender, because he rips them off—tossing them aside before drawing you back in, his lips pressing wet, messy kisses down your jaw and neck, until you cry out a “Wait!”

Zayne stops, his momentum only carrying a few more sloppy kisses across your heated skin before he grinds to a halt, panting into the crook of your neck.

“W-What? What’s wrong?” he murmurs, pulling back for a moment, and you feel bad now, seeing how ruined and needy he is—so unlike his usual polished self.

He looks down at you with pleading eyes, trying to be attentive and concerned, trying to hold back the beast that has clawed to the surface of him, but his expression screams: Please please please let me keep going, I need to keep going, I need you, I need you, I—

“Put em back on,” you say, breathless.

He blinks. “Huh?”

You turn and rummage around on his desk, then your hand emerges, triumphant, with the glasses he’d discarded.

You place them back on his nose, and you do a bad job. The glasses are still smudged and even more askew now, and Zayne just stares at you, dumbfounded.

You smile sheepishly, adjusting his glasses until they’re seated correctly.

“…What? I have a thing for the glasses.”

Another beat passes, then Zayne lets out a sound between a laugh and a scoff, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

“Pervert.”

“Wh—”

He silences your offended cry with a kiss. Then another. Then another, then another. He nips at the soft skin of your neck, his glasses scraping across your jaw, and you mewl, your fingers twisting in his hair.

Zayne groans, a gravelly, primal sound as he licks the salt from your skin. He bites down on your shoulder, grinning to himself as you whimper between his teeth. The beast has him now—and he’s all too happy to succumb to it.

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a/n: i love it when this man goes feral!!! also what if.. the glasses stay on during freaky time 😳😳

[kiivg]

.A Royal Scandal.

[otto-doctavius]

“hey are you ok?” NO im thinking about how soft Logan was by the end of the film

[jesuistrestriste]

Sage hear me out.

Imagine taking pictures of Stanford art in the SLUTTIEST lingerie and using it as blackmail or to get what you want.

“Huh, I guess I’m gonna have to show Patrick that photo-”

“W-wait- fine.. just take my credit card..”

oh i’m hearinggg you out !

dressing him up in pretty pieces of frilly pink and black lingerie; caressing the straps of the bralette while he flushes and looks away. he pouts while you snap pictures and tell him how beautiful he is, but he secretly adores the way you dote on him—the way you put him in vulnerable positions while he’s in front of your lens..

it gets him throbbing under all of the lace.

so when he involuntarily cums all over the inside of the panties (that basically hold only half of his cock) after the first fifteen photos—a brush of your hand along his inner thigh being all that it takes for him to lose it—you have to blackmail him a little so he’ll pawn over his bank cards or some cash (for you to buy a new, clean set).

at first, he shakes his head and blames you for his premature ejaculation:/ telling you how he ‘wouldn’t have climaxed so fast if you hadn’t touched him in one of his weakspots’. which is basically him telling you that he won’t pay for a replacement pair of panties.

but his tune changes veryy quickly when you flip the camera around and show him all of the nasty photos you took of him just a couple of minutes prior.

including one where he’s actively orgasming.

his toned tummy curled in while his eyes stay squeezed shut and his mouth hangs open in a sharp keen. he’s pink from his cheeks down to his chest. dribbles of sticky, milky white cascading over his skin.

“if you don’t pay for what you ruined, i’m gonna send this to everyone i know. and that includes patrick.”

and art’s eyes widen immediately. he’s scrambling to pull his wallet out from his abandoned gym bag on the floor, while also trying to ignore the twitch he feels down there at the idea of being exposed in such a way..

he’s a complex guy.

and he thinks you’re manipulative, but at least you’re 80 bucks richer !!

[ender1821]

somebody hold me tight my gempearl people we are in the trenches i dont know what's worse the fact that pearl thought that gem and her stil had an unspoken alliance for wild life because they did it for secret life and that’s their thing (they trust each other until the end) but they DON’T or the fact that sl!gem genuinely loved pearl so much that what happened in the finale was a big betrayal for her and it hurt her so much that she feels like she can’t trust pearl now in wild life (and also how she is so bent on making friends and being on the good side of most because, well, she's been betrayed before right?)

gem is already on edge and will lash out at anyone that even tries to take, approach weirdly or do anything to her or joel but pearl doesn’t understand the importance of what they had in secret life held for gem. for gem the bridge of what they had was burnt alongside the sunflower field and it was burnt by pearl. for pearl the bridge was never burnt, it only carries the ashes of the field.

it’s the fact that despite all the bitterness and rage and anger brewing inside her, gem can't help but show a bit of concern when pearl tells her that she's had a rough day.

the layers of miscommunication between them are so many i need them to TALK and FIX this before something else happens.

does NOT help that Pearl’s minor slip up at the end of the cobblestone wall interaction indirectly fuelled more of Gem’s paranoia/scepticism for Impulse + Pearl, because her “well now I don’t know who to try this on, everyone else are allies” meant that she ONLY viewed Gem and Joel as enemies. which. isn’t the case. she just meant people who are neutral to her. because Pearl where did you get allies from you’ve been dying down in the mines and eating your own sword (/lh). but OF COURSE Gem would view that as them being enemies now. hey. you know what this miscommunication reminds me of. this lil minecraft series on youtube called Double-

narratively this is so. this is awesome man. i want to see how this resolves so bad.

[aashiqeddiediaz]

wait not to say too much before the episode actually airs but buck is literally a part of EVERY family eddie has - eddie’s let him into all of it.

there’s the obvious eddie and christopher, but buck is also made a part of it well before the legal guardianship. eddie lets buck in about the ways he failed shannon and the ways their relationship had failed both of them.

there’s the way buck is over eddie’s Instagram, despite him not using it much, in one of the most pivotal moments in his parenting storyline on tv where there’s something chris might not be able to do the same way as everyone else, and he and buck manage to find a way to make it happen for him anyway

there’s the way eddie mentions his camaraderie with his squad in the army, and the only one that’s let in to the reality of that family, the reality of what happens to soldiers…is buck

there’s this thing of buck having met tia pepa, and assumingly also abuela, given the party at eddie’s house in 4x14. outside of the probationary ceremony and maybe 3x10, no one else has really been made that.

speaking of 3x10, christopher opening buck’s christmas present by the pinball machine, and eddie calling abuela over to join the moment with them???? i don’t celebrate christmas but that looks very family to me.

anyway, there’s the 118, obviously. I’ve always sort of taken it as…eddie’s never found a family like that before, and up until he tells chim about the 118 being the family they chose, he feels like he’s grappling with his place in it a little. but he does end up believing that the 118 is a home for all of them; a family they chose, and one that buck is obviously part of.

and now, for eddie to bring buck with him to a poker night that assumingly, he attends regularly and is given an exclusive invitation to, means that he’s sharing even that family with him. that’s like…

for buck, who’s only ever really had maddie before the 118, to have eddie irrevocably make buck a part of every single family he has, every single friend group he’s a part of…

tl;dr: eddie really said “you’re the family i choose” and there are endless anecdotes I could give to prove it

[phatcatphergus]

Okay so here’s me attempt at putting my scattered thoughts together:

Shell ranks:

Rank 1- sunny

Rank 2- chay

Rank 3- tallulah

Rank 4- empanada

Rank 7- richas

Islanders:

Niki: keeper

Phil: Guardian

Bagi: Keeper (slow keeper)

Center control- The order?

Creator: tubbo

Primary protector: tubbo

The ruins were created before the residents arrived on the island but didnt always look like that.

Tubbo doesnt remember creation or the message he wrote.

If tubbo knows about the ruins or creation he will die, creation will kill him.

Creation is empathetic to all creatures (wither farm)

There is a floppy disk of data on tubbo that is used to bring him back.

Speculation:

Did the order let tubbo record a last message before erasing his memory to keep everything secretive? whatever they had him working on meant he may die? Did he originally know the stakes when he joined the order? Did he coin voluntarily?

Creation is in direct contact with center control so did tubbo create creation for them or him? Was creation made for center control but tubbo programmed him to protect sunny because he might not make it out alive?

What does the order have to do with the feds?

Are they older than the feds? They arent afraid to show creation to the feds.

Did Tubbo create the disk or did the order?

Another directive of creation was to learn? He learned how to pick flowers and banter, he learned how to live. Creation asked “boss” if he was proud of Creation for learning these things.

[sirazaroff]

How do you think velvet is handleing everything in vacco right now

She’s having a great time 🥰

[shitouttabuck]

several sentence sunday

hello! from this post i saw on here yesterday and also the ridiculous would u peel an orange for me tweets

He imagines his heart as a citrus fruit, bright and bursting. This feels like digging a nail into the rind, working your thumb in, peeling it; quick, because this is already a familiar act—so much of loving Buck feels like memory, even the new. Half of what’s inside, the softest, stickiest, most tender parts of Eddie, given to Buck. The way Buck holds and handles with wonder each wedge of it like it’s—maybe not the first he’s ever had, not some Garden of Eden shit with its contorted belief of sin behind wanting and sharing, but like he’s going to savour it for the rest of time, plant the seeds inside that full-of-life place in his own chest. Keep Eddie there, look after this thing they’re giving each other so they can grow: upwards and intertwined and old together. Jesus, has Eddie always been this gross? This kind of giddy-in-love feeling that has every cell in his body vibrating with want and excitement and—joy, isn’t it? Untouchable, unshakeable joy, every time Buck so much as looks at him, never mind the touching and the telling and the loving on. That’s normal at the start of a relationship, Frank had told him. Yes, even an adult one, not a teenage hormone in sight. It’s just—his relationship with Ana hadn’t really had that, even at the start. And his second go-around with Shannon had been fraught with way too much hurt still held onto by them both. Attraction, passion, desire—check, check, and check. But this simple exhilaration, this fucking thrill that runs through him every time he remembers he gets to take Buck’s hand whenever the urge strikes? Every time Buck takes his hand, casual and easy? It’s a rush like no other. But that fades, right? You date for a few months, you live together, you learn, or relearn, every one of the annoying fucking habits the other person has, intimately, and you love them, so much, but the giddiness fades, right? But they’re coming onto a year, and there’s a ring stuffed into the bottom of the pair of Eddie’s socks he’s sure doesn’t have holes in them, and still, still, he thinks of Buck and he wants, giddy. He looks at Buck and the excitement is a full-body thrum. He reaches for Buck and the joy inside him is bursting, demanding, cannot be contained; it spills over and stains them, sticky like his split-open heart. And maybe that’s okay, he thinks, that he gets to feel like this without a deadline. Because if he gets to give it to Buck, press it into his hands and his mouth and the wispy curls at his hairline? It feels like joy is the point, and Buck’s the glowing foundation of it, and Eddie’s ready, actually, to spend a very long time getting accustomed to just how much happiness is his to keep.

idk where this fits yet, might belong to a wip or may write something more around it :)

tagging @onward--upward @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @chronicowboy @colonoscopys @rewritetheending @jeeyuns @zahlibeth @anakinfallen @buckactuallys @bucksbignaturals @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @eowon @clusterbuck @try-set-me-on-fire @butchdiaz @transboybuckley @devirnis <3

[laurrelise]

ive been doing an anatomy study lately to try and actually improve at art and it’s been boring but using tua screengrabs as references has made it much more fun and i’m pretty happy with how the page turned out even if it’s pretty rough so im dropping it here :)

also one point to you if you can guess which photos / scenes these reference !!

(also the little stars mark my favorites)

[hana-bobo-finch]

erm…..posting about an OC via a rushed shitpost was not on my 2025 bingo card!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂get it??? 😂😂😂because his name is bingo??(GETS SHOT)

these are all things he has done or has attempted to do so consider this the full intro post for that freak for now. he’s still too undercooked to fully introduce but damn I love him

[nina-ya]

I’m gonna go work on some more of the ficmas things to hopefully get rid of my stress 💃💃💃I’ll see yall on the other side

[crybaby-bkg]

post apocalyptic world where the population is at an all time low so the government puts in place a program for breeding in order to get the numbers up again. you’re tested for fertility rates, and unluckily for you, you’re as good a breeding ground as they were hoping for.

it’s person after person, hours on end, for days at a time. strapped down to some bench before the years progress and they start letting you get bred in a (somewhat) comfortable room that they let you decorate. it doesn’t mean much though when all you’re seeing is either the ceiling or the comforter your face is pushed in.