#ahahahahah....

[psychopomparia]

Never ask a Sunday fan what happened on April 24, 2024 at 12 AM

[lushwithrats]

the mourning star

[sunlit-mess]

taking off my anxiety over a license exam ☠️

[keferon]

I have finally watched Transformers One..

Of course. OF COURSE this fucker is my favorite

[cherryluvss]

Guided masterbation via phone call on a night where you can’t be with eachother>>>>>>>

I'm just laying in bed as I do every night, alone just scrolling through Tumblr and seeing all the scenarios others are posting. I'm about to call it a night I feel a vibration on my lap, as I pick up my phone I realise it's from you and my mood instantly changes.

As the call goes on I mention how I miss your touch and presence, it's been far too long. You laugh subtly on the other end of the phone.

"Oh such a needy baby, do you miss me? Or does your body miss the way I touch it?"

I immediately go quiet, how do you know me so well and why do you love to be a tease? How do you know that my body aches for you and only you, that the last couple weeks have been almost unbearable.

"Aha, I know you too well right? Well how about I help you tonight hmm? Would you like that? Would you like mommy to help you touch yourself?"

You know I get shy and reserved when you're forward like that, but deep down I love it.

"I need to hear you say it baby"

"P~Please help me touch myself, please" I choke out, the words almost burning my throat as I say them, the desperation dripping off each word.

I hear your chuckle down the phone along with a sweet sigh, you love to hear me beg don't you. Or are you sighing because you know i'm already rubbing my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them without permission?

"Facetime me, I wanna see your pretty face while you fuck yourself to my voice"

[tatakaeeren]

*Meow*

[shevr]

good news : i might try to draw some more again this month bad news? : its mostly from trying to 10+ years later join the Equestria Daily NATG so its really just gonna be horses. might not share it all

also as mentioned this is drawn after the very very good picture from this post

[somerandomdudelmao]

[fisheito]

before mirage of scales: I NEED YAKUYA EVENT

after mirage of scales: ah. um. i . i don't need yakuya event so much, anymo.re... hah..a...

[evilkaeya]

skk au where they go on an abroad mission and the apartment they stay at is a pm safe house. It's mostly empty, with only the necessary furniture already set. When Dazai is on a video call with ada he ends up mentioning how empty the place is and Kenji says "buy a lot of stuff then! Plants, paintings-" and Dazai has to remind him they're not here to stay. That the mission will end in two months. There's no point and getting comfortable and attached.

By the end of two months, the apartment has more houseplants than Dazai can count with his fingers. There is a framed picture of chuuya and him smiling on his bedside stand. Chuuya feeds the local stray puppies. The kids call Dazai mummy man. The neighbours think they're newlyweds (they tried to keep a low profile and it backfired). The elderly widow living downstairs sends them biscuits every Thursday. The local vendors know Dazai doesn't eat spinach. Their clothes are mixed in the laundry basket. Dazai is starting to smell like Chuuya's soap.

They have to leave tomorrow.

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ do you believe in love? | gojo satoru

wc: 808

summary: you’re both 23 when you first ask gojo about love.

contains: written with f!reader in mind but no pronouns are mentioned, a bit of sad, there is a swear, kind of a will-they-won’t-they, alludes to some of gojo’s possible internal struggles, might feel a bit ooc? but i like to think gojo does have serious conversations once in a while 

a/n: the kind of gojo i envision in this is inspired by all the teen dad/dad gojo fics that i’ve ever read, most notably 'teen dad gojo' by @seravphs and 'keeping up with the fushiguros' by @/augustinewrites. this isn’t an addition to any of their works, but the way they write and characterise gojo has shaped the way i understand him (and ultimately how i write him) in these little blurbs of mine :’) please do check their works out if you have the time, it’s some of my favourites!! :’)

collection masterlist: conversations on love you are here -> 02. tell me about love (show me how)

“Do you believe in love?” 

You don’t think he hears you at first, but that’s impossible; the night is quiet, with only you and Gojo sitting by the steps of the dormitory entrance. His dangly long legs brush against yours, lingering barely. 

Since Suguru’s defection, Gojo’s gotten a lot more contemplative. He hides it a lot, especially with Megumi and Tsumiki around, but there are times that you catch him spacing out. There’s a far away look on his face and his demeanor completely shifts, rambunctiousness fading into something more restrained, if only in that moment. 

Other times, you’re let into that space with him, like now. 

“I do.” he replies, uncharacteristically succinct. He doesn’t even look at you when he says it. 

You weren’t expecting it, to be honest. With everything that’s happened to him so far, you were ready for a flat out cynical ‘no’. But—

“But,” he continues, “not for me.” 

There’s the ‘but’. 

He turns to look at you, eyes covered by the bandages he’s been opting for more recently. You’ve known Gojo since you were both 15, and somehow, you’ve gotten good at guessing what he’s always hiding. 

“You wanna tell me why?” you nudge. You figure this is good for him—or at least you hope it is. 

Getting Gojo to actually sit and have a real conversation with you has been increasingly difficult since Suguru disappeared. Taking in the Fushiguros, then the higher ups assigning him missions back-to-back-to-back—it’s been a lot. And you worry about him, if he’s even been able to sit down and process everything, if he’s even given himself the chance to feel for once. 

“Not really,” he shrugs, turning back to the garden in front of you. There isn’t much to discuss, it either fits in his life or doesn’t. When he’s meant for a purpose much larger than himself, small wants remain at just that: small, negligible. 

You huff, unable to hide your disappointment, “Okay.” 

But, you respect him and what he wants (or does not want) to say. 

As you stare out with him, Gojo eyes you from the side, the pout on your lips a teenage souvenir you still carry now at 23. He breaks into a small smile, the corners of his lips curving up slightly, fondly. 

“It’s just not meant for me, that’s all.” 

He doesn’t look at you when he says that, too. 

You slowly avert your gaze from the grass in front of you, focusing on him instead. His smile is still there, although it feels resigned, like he’s accepted this long ago. 

Gojo has never been meant to handle something so delicate and fragile—his divinity keeps him untouchable from such pure things. 

Still, you want to tell him that that’s not true. That you think love is meant for everyone, even in this fucked up, cursed world—especially in this fucked up, cursed world. 

You want to tell him that love is meant for him too. 

“Do you wish it were?”

He hums, arms stretching back as he leans on his wrists. His head dips back, looking at the sky. There’s a pause, then an exhale before he continues, “There’s no point thinking about it, I guess.” 

A non-answer. You take what you can get; it’s hard enough getting Gojo to be honest with you, much less talk about things like this. The night continues this way: you exchange anecdotes about your latest missions, then talk about Megumi’s most recent involvement in a school incident. Serious questions pop up here and there but you don’t push, and Gojo is willing to share what he can. 

.

.

.

You are 23 when you first ask Gojo if he believes in love, and he does, but what he doesn’t tell you is this: that he only believes it because he sees it in you—through the things you do, for Megumi and Tsumiki. For him too. 

There’s always been this unspoken thing between the two of you. He doesn’t know what to call it—never has, but it’s comfortable and safe, so he tries to keep it that way. 

Suguru has left an unpatchable hole inside of him that only you can seem to touch, softening the jaggedy edges so it doesn’t cut as deep. When he first showed up with Megumi and Tsumiki that one Friday night, you had all the questions in the world; he could see it, feel it in the furrow of your brows and the tapping of your foot. But instead, you asked this: “Have you guys eaten dinner yet?”

Gojo cannot afford love, not yet. Not when there’s still so much at risk, still so much to do. The cons significantly outweigh the pros on both ends, so this will have to do for now—this unspoken thing, that he hopes one day, he can finally call for what it really is.

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[meg-girumi]

"THE SHOW MUST GO ON!!!"

[One of my favourite scenes/phrases]

[lushwithrats]

May she find peace in the fields of Elysium.

[hellsrings-radio-synz-777]

[jelly-fish-wishes]

[START OF ENTIRE COMIC]

Alternate Ending- 10 / 11 / 12

And now for the beautiful distraction from the angst.

I did not mean to make Bowser’s hips THICC

[vii-doodles]

HazbinAutumnWeek Day 6: Flannel and scarves