#aka the idiots

[weird-bookworm]

Hoshi: Do fish feel wet all the time? Jun: ...I'm trying to sleep here. Hoshi: Oh, sorry. Jun, a minute later: OH MY GOD, DO THEY?!! Hoshi: I KNOW, RIGHT??!

[thepaintedlady00]

Nightshade chapter 10 vote peek!

It was close between Olive and Sasha soooo just this once I'm gonna give y'all the best of both worlds (since Sasha's scene has a little tidbit of Olive as well) Enjoy! (also just a note, this peek is pretty small because the chapters coming tomorrow)

🌈Sasha

From the corner of my eye, I saw the bathroom door open and watched as Olive's eyes grew even larger. 

We stared at one another for a moment, the pure rush of satisfaction her deflated face brought me mingled with the pleasure of Jake's lips. I held her eyes as I pulled Jake’s head up, only glancing briefly at his gorgeous eyes and slightly puffy lips before I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and wrapped my teeth around the skin beneath his ear, sucking until a dark mark stood out against his skin. A deep, possessive, part of me took over, nipping and kissing at his jaw until Jake’s entire right side was covered in bite marks and the light tint of my lipstick. 

He brought his hands up to my face, cradling it for a moment before he pulled my hair free of the small clip and crashed his mouth against mine. I didn't care if Olive was still watching, I didn't care about anything but his lips on mine. His hands caressed and squeezed my flesh as he pulled away again to return his attention to my neck and the top of my half covered breasts.

My head tipped back, hands fisting in Jake's hair and clothes as a soft moan of his name slid past my lips, "Jake."

"God, Lena," he groaned.

“Oh. My. God.” A voice said from the doorway, pulling both Jake and me away from one another to look. Sasha sauntered in, a wide smile on his face as he looked at both of our disheveled states. “Thank the white baby Jesus! I was worried you two would drag this out and cost me a hundred dollars!”

“Get the fuck out Sahsa!” Jake growled, positioning his body in front of mine, reminding me of the compromising state of my top. I tugged my sleeves back up and made sure my breasts were covered again before gently pushing against Jake. 

His jaw ticked as he let me slide by to slap Sasha’s arms, yelling at him in Russian as I ushered him out the door and closed it with a sigh. “So… uh…”

“That was…” We started at the same time. Jake leaned back against the sink, looking at me for a long minute before he spoke again, “I’d invite you back to my place, but I have a feeling I know what your answer would be.”

I bit my lip. You don’t, I wanted to say, knowing full well if Jake asked me to come home with him… if he kissed me again I wouldn’t be able to say no. I wouldn’t want to say no.

[demaparbat-hp]

That infamous prison escape.

[swimmingtrunks]

Area Man With No Self Worth Somehow Still Needs To Be Taken Down About A Peg Or Twenty

[misteria247]

Timmy at 10 watching Cosmo flirt with Wanda

Timmy: Ew those were terrible. How do you stand those Wanda??

Wanda smiling and brushing his bangs playfully: You'll understand when you're older sweetie.

Timmy at 16 listening to Jimmy flirt with him

Timmy smiling: Oh god Nerdtron that was awful.

Jimmy smirking: Yet you're smiling so I guess that you don't mind it.

Timmy immediately hit with Wanda's words: Omg I do-

Later

Wanda sitting on the couch relaxing when Timmy bursts into the room causing her to look up startled

Wanda concerned: Timmy what-

Timmy panting: Mom. Mom I get it I fucking get it holy shit-

[erinwantstowrite]

unfortunately for peter he's sooner or later going to contract the batfamily curse without hope of recovery (being bisexual)

he has no idea what's coming for him 😔 he'll figure it out slowly and painfully for everyone involved

[probably-impossible]

Cowpopes...

You know I had to do my own cowboy versions of these guys eventually. Spaghetti western influenced because of course. Of course.

[b1adie]

could BLADE be a SPACE WEREWOLF?

think that sounds like dumb bullshit? well come here. listen to me

he has his incredible self-healing ability due to the powers of the abundance. a species called the borisin, blessed by the abundance, have a nearly identical ability.

the divergent universe equation between destruction and abundance is about the borisin. blade is a destruction character, and as mentioned, possessed the ‘gift’ of the abundance.

his sword and the trace materials that are made of borisin fangs, as well as his entire color palette, have great visual similarities. they are also both specifically described with the word “sanguine.”

he is compared to a beast or described as “beastly.”

when blade was a little kid, his home was destroyed by the borisin. because of this, he swore vengeance against them and learned to craft weapons to counter them.

the borisin are also considered to be great craftsmen, creating weaponry and mechs just as he did.

but of course, back then, he didn’t have that healing ability, those “beastly” eyes and tendencies, that innate desire to hunt. something brought it out of him…

jingliu. she killed him over and over until he became inflicted with mara.

jingliu is heavily associated with the moon.

the moon induces “moon rage” in the borisins, which makes them stronger, but tears their bodies apart to do so.

additionally, blade’s mara is triggered strongly by dan heng, AKA imbibitor lunae… which translates to “moon drinker”… so of course, he also has moon motifs.

the borisins gained their immortality and healing when yaoshi split the mountains with red rivers. blade’s ult and follow-up animations feature mountains being cut through with red.

when you consider his craftsmanship, his skill at creating weapons and mechs… this parallel between himself and the borisin has existed since long before he was cursed. yingxing never had a chance.

he has become the very thing he hated most, the thing that destroyed his home, the thing he swore to hunt down for vengeance.

blade is a space werewolf and it is sooo tragic of him.

[carrie-tate]

This seems like an impossible request, but could you do tickles with Snape as the lee/ler?

He's such a grump so I never see tickle content of him.

But if anyone can do it, it's you 🫡

This really seems impossible and I have an even more impossible scenario in my head lol

"Fred," George elbowed his twin in the side. "Look, it looks like our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has signed up for death row."

"Why did you think that... Oh—"

"I'll bet you a sickle that Snape poisons him at this dinner."

"Naah, he won't live until dinner."

[omens-for-ophelia]

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."

-Jane Austen, Emma

hello tumblr! posting art here for the first time since i was a wee bairn, so enjoy some regency ineffable idiots!

inspired by @gingerhaole 's unbelievably perfect aziracrow fanart (& also colin firth's mr. darcy because duh)

[lights-at-night]

mr gaiman i would like them to hug please

[poisonedfate]

bbc merlin - 04x11 The Hunter's Heart

absolutely valid reaction to things not going the way you need them to

[sargassostories]

some personal news

i have a cat now

[nekogaaaaaaa]

LOVE IS WAR❤🔫

I started to warm up with their human version and decided to make an au based of the best romcom anime

[voidcat]

characters: you/imaushi wakasa, sano shinichiro...

a/n: angst lol. strangers to friends. themes of fwb but nothing explicit. switch of perspective. mcd obviously,,

as i said in this post the loose explanatio/beginning of an idea i had that i liked ALOT but couldnt write due to various reasons (esp lck of time) (open post for a lil further stuff for reader x wakasa ig,,,)

attending the same classes as shinichiro sano... you've heard of him alright but that's about it. a nice face to look at perhaps but a little odd. not someone you'd interact with occasionally, nor someone you'd remember in particular-

until you're paired with him for an assignment. it'll help build bonds between the lot of you! the teacher announces and everyone groans in unision

you shoot your new partner to be a look from where you stand and turn back to your notebook. the ring bells but by the time you can get up adn gather your stuff, sano is nowhere to be seen

it takes you hours to find him. and at possibily one of the worst times too.

you heard of the rumors about fights and deliquents but you didn't expect yourself to run into one. youre careful, you live a peaceful life, you avoid trouble, always keep a clean name and all-

the people around all battered and beaten up, covered in bruises, cuts and maybe blood, looking hungry, unsatisfied, maddened– and you're in the center of it all.

footsteps approach you, strong, stern, taking their time and all- you hold it in you to not turn for a look. wait for them to show their face at your feet, dont give them the satisfaction nor even the slightest sign of weakness.

a man with blond hair and a pretty face, long lashes and all, stands before you, looking almost a little amused. "what's a pretty little thing doin' here all by themselv-" "where's sano" you cut him midsentence.

the man looks baffled, a little offensed even. soon joined by a second figure a lot taller than him, they both look at you with hostility and a hint of curiosity.

who cares, you scoff internally, whatever intimidation they're going for, you won't fall for it.

the other man raises a brow at the way you've mentioned sano. shit, you do hope this was not the wrong place, or whatever fight went down there, they must've won... right?

"and who is asking?" the blond speaks up again, sounding a little annoyed now. "you know, we don't allow passes to every pretty thi-" "eeeew" you drag the word and scretch like a gum, making sure to put on a face. "none of your business actually." you add on, placing your hand against a hip.

"why, you-" before he can follow up with whatever's on his tongue, a jolly greeting from behind interrupts him, cutting through the air. you can notice how the idle folks around suddenly tense up, and for the two man before you, shoulders dropped, bodies relaxing...

soon sano emerges, with his hair put up and stylized, nothing like the man in your class, a deliquent out of a shitty teen's magazine you'd say so.

exhanging greets with the two men and doing a special handshake for only them to know, he looks in the mood, just his face a little bruised up and some blood on his clothes.

so that's probably why he skips school some days, you muse.

he notices you a little later.

"oh!" mouth formed into an 'o' shape, you can see his surprise written all over but he is quick to disperse all that." greeting you with your surname formally, he reaches out a hand, then brings it up upon noticing the splatters of blood and takes it back with a sheepish smile.

"what brings you there?" he asks, never losing a bit of his joy that contradicts the entire atmosphere.

"our assignment." you say curtly and receive another sound of surprise from him. he looks apolegitic at the very least, you think.

"well.. uh-" he scratches the back of his head, casting a glance around, you wait to see where the stammering will go.

"how would you wanna do it then?" he asks more for you than himself, to ease you probably, you can only assume.

another joins their little group, keeping silent and watching what's going on. you relly, really should get going, you decide after giving a quick look around. "we can go over the details at an appropirate time later."

"alright then!" he says, never missing a beat from his energy. it's unbelievable, you think. "should we... ah-" he pauses, "exchange numbers to keep in touch then?" he asks, and he means well, you can tell just from the way he looks and talks, but the rest? you're not exactly dying to say out loud your contact information. especially not with that blond anywhere within a 20 meter radius.

"here." you say, reaching out your hand to reveal your phone. "i'm not announcing my number for a bunch of weirdo, self proclaimed deliquents to hear."

your words take him by shock but he breaks into a snort right after. the two men exchange a glance and a thug at their lips as well. the blond however does not look once pleased with your words.

or you at all.

you begin to come and go to their place often, the assignment builds up slow but steady and the guys seem reasonable enough after actually sitting down and hearing each other out. shin looks happy with the development too, says you have brought a change but you'd disagree. he is the light and sun and the beating heart of this place and wherever he goes, they follow, absolute devotion and belief in him, as a person, for his mind and for his heart.

you can see why, you can feel it too. once you begin to spend your time with shinichiro sano, all the rumors and speculations you've heard up until then are gone. assignment be damned, you can tell when a friendship begins to bloom and with shin- it happens at such a pace, you find yourself a little afraid.

the assignment ends, presentation and all, with flying colors you pass and decide to celebrate it out, with the rest joining as well.

a karaoke bar is all fun and games until night rolls out. it has gotten late but shin offers to walk you home; keizo and takeumi dragging a very drunk and messed up wakasa. everyone bids one another goodbye- save for wakasa... and you almost believe youhave seen a hint of sadness in their eyes as they bump their fists against yours. if you didn't know any better, you'd ever go as far as to say they'll miss you around.

a day passes, another and another... much to their relief and encouragement, you stick around.

not within the vicinity on the days big fights go around but definitely dropping by to hang out, fool around and whatnot. it's now your laughter mixed with shin's that fills the air, and everyone seems joyful and happy most of the time- save for imaushi wakasa.

for reasons unbeknowst to you, he remains hostile, rude, and on and up about sending your way stupid lines like he did the first time. most of the time you ignore him, which annoys him further– the scene alone brings a smile to your lips, the smirk of a vixen, you even overhear him once, yelling to keizo about you are, sounding very much frustrated.

despite this is how the things begin and roll out, neither of you expect to grow close- closer than you'd have imagined.

yes, you and shin might be the sunshines, but you and wakasa? the two of you become inseperable. you even hear some people mumble how they fear the two of you looking down at them, gazes that burn holes through their skulls, see into their souls... the two of you could make a power couple- if you were one at all.

there is the heat, there is the tension. you comb through his hair with a gentle touch that has wakasa melting in your hold, yet the second someone dares to imply anything more, you shoot them a glance so heavy, it'd crash their lungs.

wakasa hopes, in the end, that perhaps there is an end to it that is happy, that is hopeful. he knows there is no making up for the way he treated you but you were not the kindest toward him either, so it makes you equals, no?

so he sings sappy songs at karaoke whilst tipsy, so any accusation he can brush off as the effect of the booze, but hopes you caught how he looked at you. so he touches you as soft as you do him, trying to mimic your kindness, an attempt at how love, in the physical, in action should be.

he doesn't know any better, why should he? why should anyone to begin with?

it scares him how natural it is for shin and you. some days he finds himself envying the two of you even, would things be any different were you to attend the same school as the two of you? oh what wouldn't he do to be graced with your smiles and giggles all day every day, having you look at him as you rest your cheek against your palm–

he aches for something a tad normal sometimes, at the very least with you. would the two of you ever cross paths were it not for shin? the thought scares him and he feels like an asshole for envying his friend like this, desperate for anything that would come from your hands.

but at the end of the day, it is himself you seek out. his arms that you allow around your person, his lips on you, devoring you, it's wakasa that consumes you wholly and the thought brings a wave of comfort at the very least.

then the entire world collapses down in the span of 24 hours.

shinichiro dies.

almost 24 hours have passed since his death and wakasa still cannot find it in him to return to reality yet.

then like an angel amidst the chaos, you reemerge from the fog, from smoke. it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong.

"waka," you call out to him, sound laced with something he cannot quite pinpoint. shutting his eyes completely, he sits in the same spot for a moment, all the doubts, every single negative, twisted and fucked up thng he has been holding at bay til now so close to breaking out.

you speak, but he does not hear the words.

not pass the 'i am leaving'

[nexadarling]

Yes Lan Zhan is a Stoic Boy™️ who gets real silly after one (1) drink and does shit like steal chickens and invent graffiti, but did we forget when he tied Wei Ying's hands together, pretended to run away from him, then looped Wei Ying's arms around his neck like "oh nooo you caught meeeee"?

That shit is peak drunk Lan Zhan. What a fucking child, i love him so much