#and its just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH.

[securcity-archive]

eden has exiled people before. there have been people who have been caught doing not good things ( abusive, contraband ring, association to the angels, etc. ) and eden has had to come together and exile that person to outside of the walls. no matter how beloved they may be within the community. they will lock the person up in a quarantine room inside of medical until the next time eden opens their walls like clockwork, and then walk with the person to ensure that they leave and become exiled.

[nishibai]

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

[hauntingblue]

The power of gay friendship healed luffy. As it should

[laviefantasie]

Video 1

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A dark classroom’s window with rain pouring down its glass, that’s what you’re pointing your videocamera at as you record. Ignoring the loud voices behind you as you focus on the soothing whisper of the falling drops.

“I’m soooooooo bored”, whines Gojo.

You sigh, looking through the screen at the window you’re currently recording after Yaga prohibited you all to go out because of the rain, saying how none of you had to get sick before your group mission.

Which meant all of you locked in one classroom dying of boredom.

“You know what we could do?” Shoko says, mischief in her tone, “How about we give Satoru a new look?”

The videocamera moves as you do, excitement coursing through your body as you see Gojo’s panicked expression.

You don’t hesitate to turn your camera to capture the horrified look on the white-haired sorcerer and the mischief and ecstasy on Shoko’s and Suguru’s.

“Woah! We are not giving me anything!” He exclaims, pointing his finger at his face, “THIS is perfection! You don’t mess with perfection!”

Suguro scoffs, “Oh, come on! It’s just a little trim or… oh! Are you scared? You are scared”

Shoko and you laugh quietly as Satoru looks at Geto in absolute disbelief and betrayal.

“I’m not scared! I’m not scared of anything!”

“Really?” Asks Shoko, “Then what’s all this yapping you got going on?”

“That’s not being scared! That’s just… Y/N! Tell them I don’t need a makeover!”

His hopeful eyes shining unblinkingly in your direction make you feel the slightest guilty. But not guilty enough.

Shoko grabs the camera from you with a smile that lets you know exactly what she expects you to do, making you groan internally. You truly doubted it’d work but Shoko and Suguro had been adamant on it.

Better try it out then.

The camera records you as you stare at Gojo before looking down for a second, smiling slightly with innocence.

“Oh! I…” you flutter your eyelashes innocently, “I just think you’d look great with shorter hair”

The camera records every single emotion that goes through Satoru’s face in a second. From the way his breath hitches and his eyes widen, to the red that slightly tints his neck, to the bashful look he directs to the side as he tries to appear unaffected.

It also captures the silent scoff you let out and the ‘I told you so’ look you direct at Shoko, believing her and Geto to be wrong.

But, oh boy, were they right.

“I guess…” he clears his throat, “a little trimming would look good on me. I mean anything would really”

That’s how later, Satoru found himself sat with the videocamera directed at him recording and the three of you behind him as you pondered how much to cut.

He had the most frightened look on his face every single time either of your hands got close to his hair, and even screeched when he saw one of you grab a scissor. It was taking every ounce of restraint he had to not run out the door. Why had he ever agreed to this?

“I’m so excited!” You laughed, “You’re gonna look great, Satoru!”

Oh, now he remembers why he agreed to it.

It was all your fault. You with your bright e/c eyes and glazed s/c skin. Why would you look at him with that expression? It made him forget for a second he was the strongest, that he was all-mighty and godly.

He didn’t truly understand why it made him forget. When had it become so easy to forget what everyone saw him as when you were around? Was it when you showed him your cursed technique after he promised to go easy on you during training? Or was it when you had listened to him talk about Digimon attentively, even going as far as reading the mangas too?

What exactly was what he felt anytime he had your attention? Why did his knees feel wobbly and his heart beat so loudly? Why did his senses become dull?

When had you started cutting his hair?

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

Long story short, for a while Gojo Satoru didn’t go out without something covering his head. He’d never let any of you cut his hair again.

Never ever.

[whyoneartheven]

(this is me on my main blog!!)

Yess!!! i enjoy them so much :)

reblogging art, from what i know, usually makes an artist's day!! Thank you so much for doing it!!

Helloooo!!!

I just wanted to thank you for all the comments you've left on my art! they mean a lot :)

and they are also super funny XD

Awww you are welcome!! Your art brightens my day, the least I can do is tell you so. Glad you enjoy my silly comments haha

I worry sometimes that I'm bothering people by constantly reblogging all their stuff, so I'm glad you don't seem to mind. I want to share the things that make me smile!

[yurigalactica]

would you mayhaps infodump about LC! lyrics? 👀👀 /nf

(I saw you on the anon game and am incredibly interested)

OOOOOOOOOH YESYESYESYES I WOULD LOVE TO INFODUMP ABOUT LOS CAMP LYRICS

okay okay so first of all. this band is so good. they have so many banger ass songs and that cannot be denied. HOWEVER in my heart To Tundra will always reign supreme. like holy shit. it's got lyrics like "meet me at st. nicholas among the oaks, behind the church that sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves" and "we take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children with lilies bunched in our hands" like. those lyrics are so visceral and potent they literally leave me with my mouth hanging wide open after i hear them. oh my GOD that song is magical

some of my other favorite songs lyrically is OBVIOUSLY tiptoe through the true bits. that's the song that whenever i hear it i have to stop literally everything i'm doing, turn up the volume as loud as it will go, close my eyes and just absorb the Vibes. it's so gorgeous AHHHHHH. the bit that makes my heart go !!!!!! is the part where it goes "the bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs, how you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise." like that paired with the little guitar picking up in the back and the drums kicking in are SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AND. IN MEDIA RES. that song changed my life genuinely. like WOW. the whole vibe of it, especially the end when the trumpets (i think they're trumpets at least) kick in and gareth goes "if you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45 with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life, is this something that would interest you? would this interest you at all?" like WOW what an existential crisis moment while you feel like you're running through a rainy field. man that hits yknow

ALSO i am emotionally attached to Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #4. i dont know why but the first time i ever heard it my brain latched its claws onto it and now it wont fucking let go. so whenever i hear the guitar at the beginning i am Legally Obligated to belt out at the top of my lungs "I RESTORED YOUR MOTHER'S FAITH IN MEN WHILST BORING YOU TO DEATH LEFT NOTHING MORE THAN A CIRCLE OF STUBBLE RASH AROUND YOUR CHEST--"

AND!!!!!!!!! for flotsam also has a very special place in my heart. i love the lyrics in that one, particularly "summer of odd-numbered year" like. MY GUYS YOU ARE SO CREATIVE???? all of your football metaphors to describe your boredom and emotions. like i don't watch football but you go guys i think its so kickass. i love you los campesinos. also the bit where they go "flotsam, jetsam, and spindrift, all the girls i have loved, dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above" with the "aaaahhh" in the back and the very faint piano in the background that i can only hear when i'm listening to it with my gaming headphones on bc my gaming headphones have really good mid range. just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

AND WHAT DEATH LEAVES BEHIND TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 fun little fact this was the first song that i listened to when i first decided to listen to their discography all the way through. and let's just say that was a VERY good start because i was very impressed right off the bat. like "i was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton, if you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me, i'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body" LIKE HOLY SHIT. THATS SO EVOCATIVE. HOW DO YOU USE SO MANY METAPHORS AND BIG WORDS. THEYRE SO GOOD AT WORDS. i love listening to this one because it is so lyrically complex and yet it all goes together so well auuugghhhhhhhh

also since i started university recently, hung empty rings very near and dear to my heart. like the bit in the bridge that goes "my vision is fading, it's blurry, there are fingerprints all over the sun, we're glad to be loved but we're lonely and we feel like we're the only ones." like. that's the experience of moving out right there!!! i don't know where the fuck i am and i'm so lonely but it feels so bright and new and cinematic. this song Gets me on the most fundemental level it feels so very College-Esque

ALSOOOOOOO she crows!!!!!!!!!!!11 i LOVE she crows. someone inject this song into my veins Right This Fucking Instant. i need to live and breathe this song right now. just the instrumentals combined with the anthemic feel of the song really seals the feeling of looking back on your life and all of your mistakes and acknowledging that all of them brought you to where you are now. especially the end bit, i don't know why, but when it goes "big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP, these blank napkins/unwritten suicide notes, it's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink (squid)" it really feels like the end of the day. these are the lyrics that buzz like caffiene in your veins as you sit outside a dutchbros at eleven pm surrounded by the only people you feel like you can be yourself around. it's the feeling of cold biting at your skin while your heart feels warm and full. it feels like an open finale, the first time you smile in a long time, an acceptance of the complex beauty of life, that unforgettable moment when you realize that you wouldn't trade who you've become for the world

and CODA A BURN SCAR IN THE SHAPE OF THE SOONER STATE. I LOVE CODA SO MUCH AGH. PERFECT CRYING IN THE SHOWER SONG. like the lyric "an artist's impression of the manhattan skyline" will get me fucking SOBBING immediately. it feels like watching the world move on without you, the world a blur as you crumple inward under the weight of your emotions, a collapsing star in an endless void. and then obviously "i can't believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea" WOAH the SYMBOLISM i will just pass away right here in my dormitory with my headphones on. no sorry professor i can't write my essay i am unwell about the romance is boring album again. sorry yeah i'll be unavailable for 3-5 buisness weeks

but uh. yeah. los campesinos amirite???????????

[hypnagogic-marshmallow]

(nerd rant warning ahead)

thinking a lot this morning about our dnd campaign and the dichotomy between "beauty as benevolence" and "beauty as danger".

my PC recently infiltrated their divine parent's magical mansion for a myriad of story and character reasons. and it's been a while since they've seen this parent in person! so long that their magic (inherited from parent) has actually changed...quite a bit.

and i'm so so curious what her reaction will be.

see, this parent is considered to be one of the gods of light. she's a famous singer. she projects an outward aura and general appearance of beauty and serenity, calm and control and power. even when she's a general wreck.

whereas my PC is a sweet farmboy who is also a near-constant ball of anxiety.

last time she saw his magic, it more closely reflected this outward benevolent beauty. it was like a black glass. rigid, contained. glass is not something i would describe as "unpredictable."

but at that time, they were a MESS inside. a ton of anxiety, a lot of worries, and fear that their naturally-destructive power could hurt someone. their magic was showing up that way because they were forcing it to be something that felt "safe."

later, though, after they saw visions of how she used the same magic, he realized what he was doing and decided to just embrace it as it was. and it came alive! it went from black glass to a kind of black lightning, or black energy. which looks and feels more dangerous, right? Glass = predictable, lightning = unpredictable.

BUT ITS KIND OF NOT?

like it's still dangerous magic, but not any more than before.

instead, its probably actually safer for him to use it this way because they have less anxiety when they're not constantly afraid of what it can do! when they're not forcing it to be something that feels safer!

yada yada tl;dr "beauty and benevolence" mom is gonna see that their child's magic has gone from something beautiful but rigid to something beautiful and alive and i'm soooo curious. how that will go over.

also just like. what happens when beauty that looks like benevolence is actually the dangerous one? and when beauty that looks scary is safer?

aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

thats it the end

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

thinking about sitting on logan’s lap after you’re done fucking. fem!reader, mdni. cw for overstimulation?

you’re rather tired, spent even. the hour-long session seeming to take its toll on you. logan has no problems with stamina, his libido quite unlike any man you’ve met. he could round after round if he knew it not to be a problem on your end.

but you’re not like him. you’re an average kinda girl. and after two to three sessions with the wolverine, you’re often finding yourself at that sweet spot of defeat.

so when you reach that point, you’re the first to tap out. a soft pat on his back and a faint shake of the head silently telling him it was time to call it quits – a wordless sense of communication known to each of you. those fifty-some minutes beginning to do more pain than pleasure.

and because logan’s that kind of guy —an actual man— he’s quick to stop. often opting to bring you into a tight hold, pulling you onto his lap as he rests against the headboard. he has you so your side is to his front, your body almost curled into him as he supports your back. big, muscular forearm wrapped around the lower part of your back, fingers digging and pawing into your bare waist.

with his other hand, he draws circles into the skin of your thighs. middle finger grazing lazily over the chub, tip faintly swirling around in an unsystematic pattern.

your head rests against his shoulder, the side of your face pressing into the burly, meaty part while you occupy your hands with his chest. fingers brushing leisurely through the hairs, each stroke soft and gentle – just like the way he touches you. it's all so tender, loving.

he presses kisses into your hairline, each one delicate and calming. the action almost soothing. it was as if he was reinforcing his love for you after practically pushing you to your limits. making sure you feel cared for and cherished. the softness in his touch mirroring his soft nature that only you’re allowed to see.

he whispers into your forehead, lips lingering to your skin. “I’ll do the bath. you go get us some beers, sweet girl.”

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I WANT HIM!

[officermaddie23]

Maddie Drachenfire (in Darksteel dragon form): OW PRICKLE BUSH JUST GOT ME DARKSTEEL DRAGON DOWN DARKSTEEL DRAGON DOWN THE DARKNESS ITS CLOSING IN I’M SO COLD

Vanessa: WOULD YOU HOLD STILL YOU BIG BABY

Maddie Drachenfire: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

Vanessa: I haven’t even touched it Drachenfire

[marvel-women-can-kill-me]

Phone calls from my parents leave me strangely on edge I just hit my head into a wall and jumped thinking it was another person’s head and I would have to (in my already anxious state) apologize a million times But then I turned around and it was just a wall

I almost apologized to a wall, guys

[raypakorns]

.

[supupdog]

I drew him

Its Hisashi from my Fic - Did you know, you sound cute when you sleep on your left side On Ao3

I FINALLY DREW THIS FUCK AND IT’S IN ONE OF INKO’S LITTLE JOURNAL THINGYS

I AM SO TIRED MY HAND FUCKING HURTS AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I LOVE HIM LOOK AT BABY HE TALL AND SKINY BUT GOT SOME MUSCULE ITRIED MY BEST BUT OMG MY HAND

His quirk is different too in my fic. His quirk is call - Lazy Dragon 

Ability - The user has some fire resistance and sleep drug resistance. The user instead of being able to breath fire, they can breath out a fog type breath that when breathed in will make a person extremally lazy. If one spends to much time in the fog then they will eventually fall asleep but it just all depends on how deep one breathes in. 

Positive Mutations - Any burns 3rd degree and down will not leave a mark. Some fire resistance but not immune. Drugs that would put someone to sleep, get sluggish, just slow down in general, have no effect on user. With the user constantly having some amount of laze breath in their lungs at all times, they have grown an impressive immunity to those types of drugs.

Negative mutation - The scales can be annoying to handle. With them shedding off now and then, plus the regrown. It can be very very itchy and medical cream is needed because new scales will cut when growing back in. Can use pain killer but has to have a higher dosage because of their type of drug immunity. Has forked tongue that if now paying attention, will come out of mouth to flick the air. User has stated it is weird to taste the air because air is usually bad and taste awful. 

This is all I can think of hope you enjoy

[davemustaine]

kids outside my house r yelling n have been for like an hour i think its a birthday party or somethin so i opened up my window and just went AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH n they stopped. my impact

[futurewriter2000]

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

MY FRIEND IS COMING TO WORK WITH ME AGAIN AFTER SO LONG!!!!

AND SHES COMING NEXT WEEK!!!! ITS BARELY WEDNESDAY!!!!

SHE TOLD ME NOT TO TELL ANYBODY AT WKRK BC SHE WANTS IT TO BE A SURPRISE BUT I CANT KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT!!!!

THIS WILL BE SO HARD!!!

I just wanna tell my favorite coworker... But i cant... Because he'll tell another coworker and so on and so on... OMG SHES COMING BACKKK

[pyramid-steven]

OH, YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT ME? UHM-

IM YELLOW, I LIKE MILLIPEDES, IM (SOMWHAT PLATONICALLY) MARRIED TO A SPIDER- NOT MY CHOICE, BUT I GOT USED TO IT OVER TIME, THEYRE GREAT

UHHH I LIKE BILL! HES COOL. WELL, THE ONE I KNEW OF WAS, BUT SOME OF THESE OTHER VERSIONS ARE REAL JERKS!

more about me, more about me... uhm...

I GOT THIS HAT AND TIE SECOND HAND! LIKE, THRIFT STORE!!! IT WAS REALLY CHEAP, AND THEY LOOK SUPER COOL AND RAD AND STUFF! I DONT HAVE EXTRAS THOUGH CAUSE THEYRE DONATED TYPE STUFF, SO THERE WAS ONLY THE ONE PAIR. SO I WEAR THESE EXACT CLOTHES EVERY SINGLE DAY! ITS A GOOD THING TRIANGLES DONT HAVE SWEAT OR ODER!

I GOT A COUPLE PET CRABS RECENTLY, THAT WAS COOL. MY FAVORITE COLOR IS BLUE, UHH... I LIE, LIKE, ALL THE TIME? I CANT REMEMBER WHAT THE TRUTH IS! I LIKE ASTROLOGY- MY STAR SIGN IS ALPHA! THATS WHAT THE WITCH ON THE STREET CORNER TOLD ME ANYWAY. SHE MIGHTVE JUST BEEN ON DRUGS, HAHA! ALSO I LIKE YOUR EYE, THATS COOL! LIKE A GOAT, BAAAA BAAA- WAIT THATS A SHEEP...GOATS SCREAM!

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

OKAY, THATS BETTER! NOW WHAT WAS I TALKING ABOUT? OH RIGHT! ABOUT ME! I LIKE TO SING, I MADE A CHRISTMAS ALBUM! HERE! AND A HANUKKAH ALBUM- YOU CAN HAVE THAT TOO!! I ALSO MADE A KWANZAA ALBUM! HAVE THAT ALSO!

I ALSO BURN DVDS! BURN AS IN MAKE COPIES, NOT LIKE ARSON! IVE NEVER SET ANYTHING ON FIRE INTENTIONALLY! OR UNINTENTIONALLY! EXCEPT THAT ONE TIME I BURNED THE DRAPES. WHOOPS! MOM SURE GOT MAD FOR THAT ONE! OH, SPEAKING OF MOM, SHES GREAT!

I LOVE MY MOM AND DAD, COOL PEOPLE. THEYRE ON VACATION RIGHT NOW I THINK. WHAT WAS I TALKING ABOUT? OH RIGHT, MY DVDS! WOULD YOU LIKE A DVD KIND SIR?

"Another version of Cipher? Or its kind? Fascinating"

@gleeful-northwest-fam

IM NOT A CIPHER!!! IM A STEVE! HAHA

[keilemlucent]

ITS ME, ROXY, THE PERSON WHO ASKED FOR THE DEGRADATION AND SPANKING. all I have to say is just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. ILYSM. 😽😸💝🙈😽💞😩😽😸💝😸💓😽💖😸😽💖💞💗💗😩🙏✝️💝💖💘💗😽😝💘😩😸😋💘💓

i’ve GOT you roxy hehehe 💗💗💗💗 glad u enjoyed!!!