#Sit down at my table

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

THE CARDS! THE CARDS! THE CARDS WILL TELL! THE PAST, THE PRESENT, AND THE FUTURE AS WELL!~

[simandy]

I find it fascinating how every single one of my health issues can be mistaken for laziness

[meteortrails]

law and luffy are just like. what if I saw you at the peak of your miracle working competence, and then the literal next time I saw you it was at your most isolated and broken. and what if that moment of seeing you alone and grieving and terrified was the moment where I decided you were someone worth keeping, someone who I personally cared about and wanted around. how does that not make you wanna lose your fucking mind.

and then the other thing on top of that which always gets me is the way that you can just so clearly see that neither of them has any idea how to fit this relationship into any preexisting context - Luffy calls him part of his crew, but law is the captain of his own crew and would clearly die before giving that up; law calls them allies but it is glaringly obvious that they care about each other in a way that goes beyond that. of course Luffy is generally a lot less bothered about this than law, who routinely wants to put his own head through a wall about it, but it’s just such a fun layer to their dynamic I think.

[annadeef]

fuck around and find out kinda lesbians (Dinahla belong to @artbytesslyn)

[blackbatcass]

listen I know it’s kind of corny and inaccurate to act like every single person in the dc universe knows each other and is besties but it IS endlessly funny to me to follow the web of connections and see how many degrees removed from each other everyone is.

like look at the arrowfam okay. ollie and dinah are together, ollie is homoerotic best friends with hal, dinah is homoerotic best friends with babs. roy is dating dick, has a kid with jade, and is basically an adoptive father to both grant emerson and rose wilson. connor is dating kyle and is constantly followed around by eddie fyers. mia is friends with a lot of the second gen teen titans kids, had an on-again-off-again thing going on with steph for a while, and is currently dating sienna. emiko is besties with courtney and some of the other recent teen titans. sin has a small army of protective aunts from the birds of prey. the real question is how far does it go before ollie puts a cap on the number of people who are invited to family brunch on sundays

[luminique]

HEAR ME OUT, one sided love?? Imagine s/o doesn’t like lighter back, being oblivious about lighters feeling and only see lighter as a friend meanwhile lighter is so MADLY in love with them and is aware of s/o not liking him back but he can’t help it because you’re the only one that makes him feel this way even if his feelings aren’t reciprocated… they’re so doomed think about the potential angst!! 🫤

lighter isn’t perfect. his body is littered in scars of his past, his actions are solutions to mistakes he had made before. to say that he deserved something as rewarding as love didn’t sound right to him, but oh, would it feel right if it was from you.

it was definitely not an immediate fall, rather it was slower like starting a fire. you bring the materials you require, some wood and a starter. it’s difficult to get a fire going, even he knows that with his lighter in hand. his hand gets warmer the longer the flame is out but it doesn’t compare to the accidental grazes of your hand against his gloved ones.

he had poked you once with the spikes on his gloves. the look on your face when you brought your hand up to rub it while you apologized for it. why were you apologizing? every soft “sorry” that came out of your mouth was like sprinkling water onto the fire. best to get fresh firewood so that it doesn’t go out.

ensuring that the fire is a consistent flame is also important to prevent accidents. accidents like playfully taking off his sunglasses and putting it on yourself while imitating him. somehow, that didn’t cause the fire to go out, in fact, it made it burn even brighter than before. the redness on his face when he watched you was comparable to the orange and red hues of a fire.

he stayed close to the fire, close to you. feeling the warmth of love on his skin, finding it calming but also terrifying. it doesn’t rain often in the outer ring but that doesn’t stop him from worrying that it would all of a sudden. so he lies awake at night, thinking about all of the possibilities, the what ifs and its outcomes.

he thought he had considered everything. from keeping the fire from going out, to ensuring it was a stable flame, to tending it slowly and carefully. what he didn’t consider was getting too close to the fire, burning through what he thought was tough skin.

he was too focused on trying to maintain a certain personality, not quite showing his interest in you. so when caesar was talking to you about her love stories while everyone was hanging around the bar, his heart rate increased. just like how consuming alcohol affects one’s mental and physical state, so does it affect a fire. maybe someone poured his drink into the flames as he watched it burn even brighter than before, making him eavesdrop on your conversation.

but a large flame meant a higher possibility of getting burnt, and soon he saw the burn marks on his skin. as you continued to talk with caesar, the longer he let the fire burn him. how you had said that real love wasn’t like the stories, how you seemed disinterested in romance, how you had believed that no one was interested in you. at that moment, he ended up getting more drinks from burnice, hoping it would soothe the roaring flames within him. he drank so much and fell asleep to the soft crackling of the fire, your voice acting as background noise.

he woke up to the coldness of the bar counter pressing on his cheek. the fire had been put out by you when you tapped on his shoulder. the memories of last night flooding into his mind like water. maybe it was all some nightmare and you did like him back, but the sudden coolness of your touch made him realize the reality of it all.

you didn’t like him, and not because he did anything wrong but because he didn’t do anything in your eyes. you were feeding the fire in his heart and he mistook that fire for your heart too. he sat up straight, took one look at you and shook his head. you still cared for him, came with water and woke him up gently. he never intended to get so severely injured because of his own growing feelings for you.

his own feelings, you didn’t even know he had any for you. the pile of ashes, you both stared at it and yet only he knew that fire existed. the flames had misled him, danced around his heart that craved for you, that only asked for you as its fuel. now all he can do was sit next to what was once a big fire, feeling the cold on his skin despite the layers. no warmth left, no light left, no love left.

[imthursdaysyme]

Installment 1/3 of wrestlers: Eddie pushed Steve off the couch and Steve brought Eddie with him

[ineed-to-sleep]

*me immediately after going through a terrifying and traumatic experience* haha yeah I guess it was rough but I'm fine now like I'm totally chill. It was kinda funny actually if you think about it

[catgirljaneway]

Year of Hell Family Dinner

Voy + Textposts 5

(Voy + Textposts 4) - (Voy + Textposts 6)

[guccigarantine]

the mongrel cat came home holding half a head

[winterlamb]

Lockwood & co core

Please don't repost without credit! Reblogs are good :)

[bitbytebot]

even more post-LND rerik! my erik has a feminine alter-ego named eunice—she's his public face, to be able to go out in public with Raoul and Gustave on family outings. i like to think that when they took the boat back to england they got ambushed and took the most awkward family photo ever

[figofswords]

i know ive made myself the #1 izutsumi stan in the eyes of all of my friends and probably some of you online people but what if i became a mithrun stan. there is something about him that compels me. i just want to *clenches fist* put him on the drying rack. lovingly stick him into a tupperware for later. make him into. a broth of some sort. do you understand

[flufflecat]

sculpting a tiny army

[sukugo]

sukuna and gojo use binding vows for sex, taking things like orgasm denials or touch deprivation steps further, where the other is contractually bound to not be able to do certain things, like touch themselves or touch the other etc etc 

one such instance being a vow where gojo has a vibrator up his ass, but he can't touch himself or remove it, until sukuna specifically, pulls it out.  

he keeps the vibe in throughout the day, with sukuna controlling it remotely, even as they both go throughout their separate days.  

gojo goes to have his usual breakfast, and meets yuuji at the dining room, they greet and sit next to each other. yuuji is, as always, energetic and excited to see him 

they make conversation, until gojo gives a jolt and starts twitching and huffing. sukuna has turned the vibrator up all the way. yuuji worries and panics and asks him what's wrong. gojo gives a breathy laugh and reassures him. he motions low and tells yuuji about the vibrator inside him, through sudden jolts and soft whimpers.  

satoru complains about it, and yuuji advices to remove it or go and take care of himself.  

except gojo states that he can’t and yuuji puzzles.  

"it's... a pact—mmh!" 

"a pact???" yuuji's voice rises in volume, but he visibly calms, shoulders dropping into a fond sigh. "sensei, you really are..." that's all he can manage to say. reprimand is useless. gojo likes it, yuuji is well aware, he is enjoying every second of this, even as he complains.  

gojo gives a few odd jolts, undoubtedly an odd pattern of intensity from the vibe, yuuji can guess. sudden irregular ups and downs that are not taken well by the man.  

satoru clicks his tongue. "what is that guy doing?" he actually looks irritated for a moment—a look yuuji doesn’t get to see often—until it’s broken with a sigh and his pleased, calm demeanor returns, mimicking the soft waves of pleasure across his thighs. 

still, yuuji can see his hands crumpled at his sides, undoubtedly wishing to use them.  

that's when satoru perks flares up all of a sudden.  

"actually, yuuji,” he turns to look at him, grinning. “you can help me" he opens his legs and lifts the edges of his kimono, his dick peeking out the fabric. yuuji gulps at the sight. satoru motions to it, giving yuuji a wordless look. yuuji hesitates for a moment, but complies, taking his hand to the cock, and starts stroking. 

satoru crumbles under the touch, immediately breathing out his nose and muffling moans. he leans into yuuji, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, fingers clasped in yuuji's kimono, nuzzling into his hair and whining in his ear.  

satoru's sounds fluctuate in pitch and volume, making it known when his vibe's gotten stronger. yuuji keeps his pace and satoru spills in his hand. he twitches and sighs, soft breaths against yuuji's flushed ear. 

yuuji stares at the cum in his hand.  

"you can wipe it on me,” satoru tells him with a breath that's calmed much too fast. “my clothes are already soiled anyways". and yuuji feels bad for it, but he obeys nonetheless.  

satoru takes a hand to yuuji's chin and turns his face to him and gives him a kiss. short and sweet.  

"as a reward." he smiles at yuuji. the boy surprises but takes it happily, cheeks warm and eyes softened, albeit a bit timidly. a tinge of disappointment colors the edges of his face. 

"you want more?" satoru brings his face to yuuji's again. the vibrations have reached a slight plateau, so his voice is steadier.  

yuuji’s face widens a bit, but he nervously chuckles, pulling back from gojo's face. "no, it's alright," he lies. "i don't want sukuna to kill me" 

but satoru’s already pulling into him, breathing into his lips. "i won't let him <3"

"that's...actually reassuring......" yuuji’s eyes flutter shut as satoru's lips meet his again.  

and with that, they're kissing and slowly the vibrations and gojo’s twitching start again. satoru moves atop yuuji's lap to straddle him, and while they kiss, yuuji takes his hand between them and jerks him off again. satoru moans and gasps into his mouth, each jolt mirroring the pulses against his prostate.  

they separate for gojo to bury his face in yuuji's shoulders, arms hugging his neck. he humps into yuuji's hand until he comes against him again. 

he pants and huffs atop the boy, catching his breath. yuuji's gentle arms hold him, fingers rubbing slow circles at his back.  

satoru's breathing calms against yuuji’s neck. 

"yuuji, u're such a good boy."  

yuuji's heart and dick swell. 

[luckycharms1701]

Howdy Hon! I hope you’re having a fantastic day and just want to send all the love and holiday well wishes!

Just wondering if I might make a super duper self indulgent request? If you’re not feeling it, that’s totally ok hon. Please please take care of yourself first!

But if it’s not too much I was wondering on how you would think the boys (either Rise or Bayverse you can pick) would react to a having SO who was like “strong independent women who needs no man” AKA she’s been taking care of herself and others for so long that she doesn’t know the first thing about receiving care back. As such she gets defensive and tries to “out take care of someone”

AnYhOo, no stress no worries if you’re not in the mood. If so, I heard you like flowers? Here’s a Buttercup for you then! All the loves 🧡🌼

howdy!! thank you for the love and holiday wishes anon-chan! sending them back to you!!

i really love this request! sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it, i wanted to give it the thought it deserved and i’ve been a bit busy with real life lol

thank you so much for the buttercup! ☺️🌼 i love buttercups!! i’m starting to amass a small flower collection from y’all lol i love it

doing bayverse mostly because the thought of bay leo dealing with this cracks me up

Leonardo

Speaking of our boy in blue, oh does he get testy about it. He’s the type who wants to wait on his partner hand and foot, so the fact that you won’t let him? It drives him insane. What do you mean you don’t want him to do everything for you?

He pulls out a chair for you? You sit elsewhere. He asks what’s wrong when he knows you’re upset? You tell him it’s nothing. He brings you flowers? You start handing them out to his brothers?????

Leo tries to be reasonable, he does. But when he brings it up you are dismissive. This is how you’ve always operated, you don’t see the problem. What does he mean, you’re not supposed to give and give and give until there’s nothing left?

It’s driving him up a wall. So he makes a plan. If talking to you about it isn’t going to help you see the problem, then he’ll just have to show you.

Suddenly every time you try to do something for Leo he deflects or ignores or dismisses it.

You go to make his favorite tea? He pulls the box out of your hands and makes it himself. You bring him his favorite cookies, handmade? He doesn’t touch them, Mikey eats most of them. You try to give him a post-workout massage? He walks off.

You are upset and confused, until the next time he pulls out a chair for you. You almost sit elsewhere, but the resigned look on his face hits you like a ton of bricks, and you suddenly get what’s been happening.

You sit in the chair he pulled out. Later, when you’re alone, the two of you talk it out and there are many hugs and some tears. You make more of an effort to let him do things for you, and he makes more of an effort to let you do some things yourself. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

Raphael

Contrary to his brother’s opinion, Raph’s brains are not in his biceps. He’s quite perceptive, and he sees what’s going on. He is not quite sure of what to do about it though. That frustrates him a bit.

Talking to you is right out. He just knows he won't get the words out right and he'll upset you somehow. Besides, he's a man of action.

Funnily enough, his campaign starts out with words. Nicknames, specifically. Princess. Babygirl. Nicknames that are cute, yes, and also suggest someone who gets taken care of rather than doing the care. He also really likes them. Unfortunately, you don't notice what he's trying to do because, again, he hasn't talked to you.

He tries taking a page from (eugghhh) his older brother's book and being gentlemanly and shit. He has about as much success. The less that's said about the time he held the door for you, the better. His frustration level is rising.

Maybe you think he can't provide or care for you? He supposes you aren't that far off when it comes to providing, unless it's protection. If being a gentleman won't work, perhaps being a bodyguard would?

Suddenly he's shadowing you all. the. time. You even catch glimpses of him when the sun is up. It's driving you a little crazy, the lack of privacy. He even follows you around in the lair. Your frustration level is rising.

It all comes to a head the day you find him in your apartment when you arrive home from work. The downstairs neighbor starts banging on the ceiling after ten minutes because of how loud the yelling is. The two of you silently agree to continue the argument in the lair.

When you get there though, Raph just pins you to his bed, and the words finally come to him. About how he wants to help you, be there for you, the way you are for him. He buries his face in your neck and lets it all out.

It doesn't fix everything. But it's the step in the right direction that the two of you need. You come out of his room stronger, together.

Donatello

Donnie is glad you're self sufficient, as it means you don't mind all the time he spends in the lab. You even make sure he eats and has coffee, what more could he want?

At least, until he makes you a little something in appreciation and you smile and tell him that you're thankful but it's okay, you don't need anything from him.

He is absolutely taken aback. You don't need anything from him? At all? That can't be right. He immediately sets to figuring out this problem. After all, how can you be partners without an equal push and pull? You're supposed to be the positron to his electron.

He sees you. He sees how you give and give and give. How you not only never get anything in return, but outright refuse anything offered. This observation does not sit well with him.

He has to fix this. But how? Donnie starts spending more time out of the lab and with you, trying to figure out the best way of approaching this. You notice this change in his behavior.

It’s when you come to him, worried about his behavior of all things, that he sees an opportunity to speak to you. He tries to be as objective and logical as possible.

At least until the end of his observations. Then he hesitates, giving you a small self-deprecating smile as he tells you that he would understand, if this was your way of telling him that you didn’t think he could be an equal partner. That you think him incapable of caring for you the way you care for him.

That, if nothing else, gets your attention. You had never intended to make him feel that way, and you quickly go about assuring him of that. You ask him to help you learn how to be cared for, as you don’t know that you know how to do that. You’ll never forget the way he smiles as he threads his fingers through yours and promises to do just that.

Michelangelo

Sweet boy. Innocent soul. Pure dumbass. He is so upset and he’s not sure what to do. He just wants to love you properly and you won’t let him! Even worse, you take care of him like he is your little brother, not your lover.

He does what he’s always done first: looks to his brothers. However, they aren’t that much help. Leo and Donnie just say to talk to you, but they aren’t exactly clear on what to say. Raph just kind of grunts and glares at him. Perhaps Mikey shouldn’t have asked mid-workout.

Okay. So he needs to talk to you. That should be easy, right? He talks to you all the time. No problem.

His first attempt leaves both of you confused and a little frustrated. He rambles on and on about caring for people and brothers and just makes no sense at all. You tell him to try again when he wants to make sense and walk away.

So for his second attempt he gets serious. Writes down a speech and everything. But when he tries to talk to you, his nerves get the better of him. He stumbles through half the speech before you stop him and just grab the paper and read it.

So now you understand the problem. Unfortunately you don’t think it’s a problem. You’re dismissive of his concerns, and that just kills Mikey. So he turns to art. He picks up his paints and pours all of his frustration, his fears, and his love into his work.

He doesn’t show you the piece. What would be the point? You’ve already dismissed him twice. But his brothers are, as always, looking out for him. Nobody messes with Mikey, especially his partner. So they show you what he’s created.

You don’t necessarily understand fully what is going on in the piece, but the emotions with which it was painted are clear. You realize that this is something that is very important to Mikey, and you dismissed it out of hand like it was nothing.

So you go to Mikey. You tell him that you’ve seen the piece, and you apologize profusely for dismissing what he had to say. You are ready to listen now.

And you do. He is so hesitant at first that it breaks your heart, but as you continue to listen and encourage him he gains confidence. The two of you work together to come up with ways to resolve this issue. And when you’re done, you have your crazy, silly, loving Mikey back.