#and sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad

[lucabyte]

some thoughts on Claude

alt title: diversity win! this Butch Nun is crafting bombs in an unventilated room in her convent while actively courting Mother Superior! Do Not Give Them Access To Unlimited Power No Matter How Nice They Are

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[panpteryx]

not to mention the fact that researching what the resources are in your region and how to access them takes so much time and energy that they're often completely inaccessible to people who are already spending all the time they have available on surviving

like. There ARE often resources and I encourage people to keep an eye out for them: if you luck into finding something useful then that can be lifesaving.

but a trillion individual unpredictable poorly funded self-help means-testing judgemental programs aren't going to solve the damn core problem of "people do not have enough money to live".

[dedalvs]

Today is my 44th birthday. I was brought to my mother’s arms as Ronald Reagan was being sworn in and then went to the airport to welcome the Iranian hostages home—a meeting we now know was pre-arranged, as Reagan’s team negotiated to keep the hostages in captivity a little bit longer just so it could be Reagan, as opposed to Carter, who got the credit for releasing them.

Every four years my birthday falls on a US presidential inauguration. Some of those days are good; some are bad; some are terrible. Today is certainly one of the worst.

My birthday also sometimes falls on the day the US honors Martin Luther King, Jr.—or, when it doesn’t, always on a day very close to it. I always spend some time on my birthday thinking of him, too. Like all of us, he wasn’t perfect, but more and more what I think about regarding his legacy is how some of the things he said have been cherry-picked and stored like prize possessions in jeweled boxes for admiring every so often while the rest has been buried. MLK was an outspoken opponent of the Vietnam War, of income inequality, and of capitalism. Of all things I remember the first time I heard anything by him about that was in college when I happened into a record store in San Francisco and heard one of his speeches (not the “I have a dream” speech) remixed in a song.

Often you will hear that you should focus on what you can control. This is true, when it comes to your own personal well being—your state of mind. I feel like there should be a balance, though. Sometimes your well being is well enough that you can spare the anguish that comes with worrying about the state of the world—the many injustices you can’t fix, either by yourself or right away. We need that to push us to actually fix these things, either in small individual ways or collectively, through both direct and indirect action.

Each of us at different times in or lives—or on a micro level, at different times of the week or year—goes in and out of phases where we must focus on self-care and phases where we can look outward. Today I hope we can treat ourselves and each other with a little kindness when it comes to recognizing where it is we need to be in a given moment. Looking around on social media, it may seem that some are always on—always fighting, always pushing for change—and some are always off—cat memes, shipping, fandom. But that’s nothing but a small window into a person. First, that’s simply how that person interacts with one social media platform; it’s not their entire life. Second, it may be that this is the place they come to unwind—or, alternatively, this is the only place in their life where they can share the rage inside of them. Whoever they are, however they are, let them be, and offer them kindness. It’s going to take all of us to fight back.

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Crime Scene Cleaner

Dpxdc Prompt #19

You know how most hand sanitizers and cleaners say something along the lines of "kills 99.99% of all germs"? It's because they can't guarantee that every last little microbe will be killed.

Ectoplasm doesn't have that problem.

Ectoplasm kills every single living thing that comes in contact with it, the only exception is when they are actively dying with a high enough concentration of emotions. Normally that means it's just a very good weapon, but that also makes it a very good cleaner.

And for the JLD who work with highly reactive (both chemically and magically) materials that can and will destroy the world if not kept in check, getting that .01% is a must.

Enter: Danny Fenton

They assume he's a meta. A meta with a very strange background and skillset having to do with the dead, but a meta nonetheless.

Danny is personally very okay with that distinction, because while he doubts the Justice League Dark would enforce them, the Anti-ecto acts are still very much... well... enacted.

It starts off as a small arrangement. Sometimes, the JLD have done all they can, but there's just enough radiation of something that they need a little extra help getting rid of it. Danny doesn't mind, he has honed his ecto-control greatly over the years and he's getting paid a lot of money per clean up.

Soon enough they come to an agreement and officially contract Danny to help with all cleanups for JLD, not just when they need a last resort, he's fun to talk to and his skillset is extremely helpful in their line of work.

He has no plans of being a hero (that the JLD knows of) so they see no reason to let the larger JLA know about him.

That is- until after a very messy fight on the Watchtower that needs ectoplasm if they ever want to get rid of it. The JLD can't exactly kick everyone off until their cleaner comes and goes, and even if they could cameras still exists.

It's not too bad though, at least Danny gets to see space.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

you are in love.

ft; itoshi rin, michael kaiser

synopsis: the small action that suddenly make them realize that it’s not just a temporary feeling of romantic fondness, it’s ever-lasting love.

a/n: title named after the taylor swift 1989 song!!! it’s genuinely such a cute song and i love it so much🥹💕 also, all of them are already dating reader in this one, it’s just that they all think that it’s just some temporary relationship that’ll last like 6 months before it’s off…until the events of this shortfic.

———

itoshi rin realizes that he is in love when he stays in bed for extra time with you when you had slept over.

his schedule is always meticulously planned out every second of the day to perfect and hone his skills for soccer; meditate, stretch, open the window for some fresh air, etc,…and the only things on his mind when he does so are his brother and soccer. his parents aren’t aware that rin isn’t on good terms with his brother (well, one sidedly, but rin doesn’t know that), so they only believe that rin is extremely ambitious.

but after a particularly long study session with you on saturday night, you beg rin to let you stay over. he declined at first, although after your offering of taking him out to ochazuke and also the fact that you were his girlfriend, he accepted in defeat.

rin still has his nightly routine, so he leaves you in his bedroom alone. bad decision, because the moment he leaves, you’re climbing into his bed and pulling the covers over your head. within 15 minutes, you’re out cold. rin comes back 10 minutes later, and to his surprise, he’s not irritated in the least when he sees you and snuggled up on his bed. instead he feels…strangely happy?

after brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas, he decides to not push you off of the bed and instead climb into with you.

the next morning, rin wakes up at his regular time of 6:58. usually, after lying in bed for 2 more minutes to become more awake, rin would get out of bed at 7:00. but that’s not the case this time; your arms are wrapped around him tightly and clinging onto him like a lifeline. rin’s eyes linger on you—your messy bed head, the drool at the corner of your lips, and the incoherent mumbling.

and rin laughs.

it’s not loud or extremely attention grabbing, but it’s perfect. clear and expressive, and his laugh is purer than any melody and more beautiful than any symphony. it’s quiet, and only rin heard himself. he stops quickly as he brings up his shirt to the corner of your mouth to wipe the drool off like his brother did when rin was smaller, a tiny smile on rin’s lips the entire time.

and when rin checks his watch, it’s 7:01. but he doesn’t panic, instead, he wraps his arms around you as you had done with him and lied with you just a bit longer, until you would wake up.

rin has never been a particularly religious person, but at this moment, when you’re objectively at your lowest, with messy hair and previously drooling and sleep talking and clinging to your boyfriend like a koala, rin wonders what he’s done to be so blessed, and he thinks about all of those things he’s heard about heaven. heaven is paradise, a place of peace, love, and joy.

so wouldn’t that make you heaven then?

(when you finally wake up and rin checks his watch, it’s already 9:28. you’re shocked to see rin not at all mad at you for making him sleep in until so late.)

———

michael kaiser realizes that he is in love when he doesn’t slap you away when you touch his neck.

kaiser has never had good experiences whenever someone’s hands were on his neck. this had especially stemmed from his childhood, when his father’s hands would be on his neck daily and pressing down so harshly that kaiser couldn’t even breathe. and then it was the paparazzi, who were sometimes so intrusive that they would touch him just for content. it’s still a commonly mentioned scandal in the soccer community of kaiser nearly beating up a paparazzi who had touched his tattoo without consent and just for the sake of it.

even with you, his own childhood best friend and girlfriend, the only pillar stabilizing him in this dreadful life, kaiser still felt nauseous and unable to breathe if your fingertips would even accidentally graze his neck. you would always apologize profusely afterwards, so the nausea wasn’t nearly as bad with you as it was with anyone else.

even during intercourse, kaiser doesn’t put his hands on your neck. he knows that you’re fine with it and you don’t care, but if he ever does, kaiser knows that his actions will only make him more like his father.

and one night, after a long day for the both of you—practice for kaiser, college for you—you’re both sitting in the living room of your shared apartment, lights off, tv on, and watching titanic (“i did not cry when we watched it last time!” got a laugh out of kaiser, he literally got a recording of you starting to bawl during jack’s death), your hand is interlocked with kaiser’s leaning on his body while watching.

you’re gently tracing the crown tattoo on his hand, bringing it up to your lips and kissing it. kaiser feels the tip of his ears burn, although he was used to the feeling. you do these sorts of small little gestures all the time; although these days, kaiser can’t help but notice you constantly linger your eyes on his tattoo on his neck. he can tell that you want to touch it—but you’re too hesitant.

and kaiser wants to test out something.

slowly, kaiser takes his hand away from your mouth—albeit keeping your fingers laced together—and brings your hand up to his neck, though not touching skin quite yet.

your eyebrows shoot up before your eyes soften in worry. “mihya, you don’t have to if you don’t like it. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything

now, on the field, kaiser is the emperor. he rules. when he wants something, he gets it. if he wants a goal, he’ll score it, one way or another. and right now, he wants to see if he’s still scared of you touching his neck. if he is, then oh well. if he’s not, then that confirms it for him.

with kaiser’s determined nod of approval, you gently graze his tattoo before placing your hand fully on the side of his neck, thumb gently moving back and forth on the blue petals of his rose tattoo.

and then kaiser’s kissing you, his lips cold but his face and hands warm.

because this time, there was no nausea. there was no tears. there was no air shortage.

this time, there was only love.

(funny, because the moment he kissed you was also the moment that the iconic ‘titanic pose’ was on screen and jack and rose had also kissed right after. you swore that it was fate, and although kaiser outwardly disagreed, inwardly, he was just as much of a firm believer that it was fate as you were.)

———

sorry this one was lowkey kinda short…i crammed this in in like 50 ish minutes lmao

but anyways i find it so funny how it’s canonically confirmed that sae doesn’t even realize that him and rin are beefing…their interactions in the u20 make so much more sense now. and i know that it’s never been mentioned, but the itoshi parents gotta at least know SOMETHING about their (one sided) beef, right? i mean, if one of your kids is literally gritting his teeth and clenching his fists if he even hears something about your other kid, then you gotta at least know that SOMETHING is going on.

also did you know that kaiser’s red eyeliner is actually a tattoo (kaneshiro confirmed it in an interview)

NOT PROOFREAD BTW

[wheelie-sick]

this is an unpopular take but actually yeah sometimes having low empathy does hurt people. it just doesn't mean that we're irredeemable monsters who need to be sterilized for the good of society.

sometimes low empathy makes people say unintentionally cold, mean, or downright cruel things

sometimes low empathy leads to a lack of care for others causing people to behave in hurtful ways intentionally

sometimes low empathy means that someone lacks understanding of why something is hurtful leading them to double down when confronted about it

sometimes low empathy makes attempts at offering sympathy clumsy and upsetting

sometimes low empathy can lead to attitudes about bullying such as "well I'm just telling [what I think is] the truth" without recognizing that certain comments can be hurtful even if you believe them to be true

while these actions are not acceptable or productive the big thing about them is that they can be learned from. not everyone can learn empathy- that's okay. everyone can learn to be a kinder, more considerate person.

denying that low empathy can lead to harmful behaviors does us no good. it erases many of us in favor of appearing respectable to the people who do not respect us.

yeah, I have low empathy. yeah, I have hurt people because of it- sometimes on purpose. I have learned from it. stop trying to make me the "wrong type of low empathy" or deny that the things I did were directly linked to my low empathy just because you think it makes you look bad. cool, you're perfect and your low empathy has never hurt someone but that's not true of many of us and you don't just get to throw us in the garbage can because we're inconvenient for your "low empathy hurts no one" narrative.

[elssero]

pros and cons of my faves being your roommate!

includes- bakugo, kirishima, denki, sero, shinso, izuku, shigaraki and monoma ! (college au makes most sense)

-inspired by @tokeposts post about shinso being a bad roommate ily toke.

bakugo is very clean, he tidies up after himself very well, as in you’ll hardly find even a trace of him living in your shared areas. he’s also an amazing cook, and while he won’t make meals specifically for you in the beginning, if he has leftovers i’d imagine he may leave tupperware with the note ‘leftovers, help yourself.’

however, i think he’s loud. and in the most inconvenient times. its 8am and he’s blasting music while he works out and ur suffering from a horribleee hangover, he does not care.

i would imagine it takes him awhile to open up to you, but when he eventually does he would much rather cook or go to the gym with you compared to watching a movie on the couch. overall a 8/10 roommate because i cannot forgive the early morning wake ups.

kirishima is an absolute sweetheart, introduces himself straight away and attempts to spend time with you immediately. he’s a great conversationalist and i think he would be amazing at making you feel safe and comfortable.

however, i think he’s clumsy. like your replacing your plates once a month type clumsy. he doesn’t mean it! and he always (tries) to clean up after himself! maybe it’s also that he doesn’t quite know his own strength, shattering glass that takes 20 minutes to clean up with just his grip.

he opens up immediately though, offers to walk you to class (even when he doesn’t have one himself sometimes, but you don’t need to know that.) i think he would also introduce you to his friends too, but he always asks very politely before he invited anyone over!

denki is a horrible roommate. he’s messy and forgetful and he can’t cook and god forbid you ask him to do some laundry for you, he’s completely and utterly hopeless.

it’s a shame that he’s so funny. like an absolute joy to be around. he’s interested in you immediately (in more ways than one) and he takes every opportunity to be around you. hes also super good at finding cheep local places for food and drinks etc, always begging to take you to this new restaurant he’s been dying to try.

‘hey so i burnt our dinner, how about i order us takeout and we watch a movie instead?’ -and so becomes your little thursday night tradition of trying all the takeout places that’ll deliver to your place and watching cringy movies to go along with it. it’s adorable really. he SHOULD be like a 2/10 but he’s so charming it makes it hard.

sero is the chillest guy ever, i believe he was brung up with proper manners and he knows how to take care of himself, it’s a very favour for favour situation. he cooks and you do dishes, you do laundry and he takes out the trash, it’s very domestic from the get go.

however, i think he has a problem with just inviting people over. getting home from a longgg lecture and suddenly there’s three boys in your house that you’ve never met and your subjected to a round of questioning when all you want to do is go to bed. sometimes it feels as though he always has company.

he’d realise pretty fast that it was irritating you though, suddenly your getting messages ‘when will you be home so i can kick denki out so we can hang out.’ it’s sweet. i believe he would be more of a series guy than the movie type. don’t you dare watch an episode without him.

shinso is respectful, he never touches any of your stuff, never gets in your way or makes you uncomfortable, you can just go about your life while having him as your roommate.

but you never see him. you hear him, sometimes at all hours of the night when he’s up finishing a project or showering at 4am when you have a lecture at 8. i think he’s also a procrastinator, you ask him to take out the trash at 7.30 before you leave and you get back at 3 and the trash still isn’t taken out.

sometimes you wake up to a delivery from your favorite breakfast spot on the counter though, so that makes up for it.

izuku is so kind, while he’s a little hopeless at first, he’s very eager to learn. you do have to teach him how to do the laundry and how to use the stove, but he gets it after a few tries. once you begin splitting up the household tasks, things get alot easier. especially when you keep finding your favourite snacks in the fridge.

he can sometimes be overbearing, he won’t go as far as to sneak into your room to try and see what type of stuff your into but he might sneak a peak when you leave ur room.

hugeeee on studying together! brings home ur favorite coffee during finals season and you guys spend hours at the table working at your respective subjects, it’s a fun time.

shigaraki is quiet, most of the time, minus the rare scream at his pc. he doesn’t cook- and he sure as hell doesn’t clean, but he also doesn’t really make any mess, barely leaves his room and orders take out for every meal so he’s not really causing much harm.

it’s definitely you that has to make the move to get to know him. he could go months without speaking to you and everything would be fine for him, until you have enough of course.

once he realised that your okay to hang around with you guys start gaming together, he introduces you to his friends over vc and he gets teased relentlessly for taking forever to become your friend. he starts ordering take out for two.

monoma is the fucking worst, absolutely helpless, huge rich kid energy, i’d even go as far to say he genuinely offers to pay you to do his half of the household chores. if you refuse he’ll probably mope around for a few days before he begrudgingly asks you how to use the washing machine, it’s a grilling few weeks, but you guys get over it.

he’s a hugeee gossiper, knows everything about everyone, you find out things about people that you don’t even know, he can piont to have the people on your walk to campus and tell you a story about them. absolute shit stirrer.

offers to take you to this super nice restaurant free of charge… makes up for the weeks you spend literally teaching him to be an adult… no other reason… it’s literally only to make things even… definitely not a date….

[oldshittydog]

this is what you sound like

I wish it wasn’t a hot take that a story in which two characters of any gender prioritize their purely platonic relationship over any other romantic or sexual interests they might have is a textually queer story

[ditzydoe444]

okay wait cuz what about jason tries to make his pillow princess work for it to see what happens but she just gets soo tired easily :(( she doesnt know how to work in sex!!! so jay feels all bad (even tho seeing her struggle to please him does make him feel things) and takes control!!

— your fav, 🍓

MDNI 18+

a/n: i love all of your requests sm anon 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“come on sweetheart, it ain’t that hard,” jason cooed as he watched you bounce on his cock, your lips out in a pout whilst you whined. “s-so tired jacey,” your thighs were burning as you barely caught your breath. your chest was going up and down heavily with each breath you took, your arms trembling as they gripped his broad shoulders.

“sometimes you need to work for what you want, can’t have you just layin’ down looking all pretty whilst i do every can i?”

yes he can, and that was exactly what you wanted. you loved being a his little pillow princess, just laying down taking his cock whilst he did everything. now you actually had to work to get some sort of release and you weren’t sure if it was even worth it.

you were all hot and bothered, your hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks flushed from your frantic and desperate movements. “t-tired,” you mumbled, your movements slowing down.

a low chuckle escaped jason, “worn you out have i?” he teased, his large calloused hand touching your cheek softly. “want me to take over?”

you nodded eagerly, you were already knocked out from a couple of minutes, you weren’t going to handle this for any longer. jason didn’t hesitate to take over as he switched your position from cowgirl to a mating press, his large body pinning you down.

“such a pathetic little thing aren’t ya?” he grunted as his thrusts picked up, his balls slapping against your ass. “can’t even bounce in it hm?”

secretly though, jason loved it. he loved how pathetic and dependent you were on him to make you feel good, how only he could make you come. “this feel better sweet thing?”

“y-yes jacey,” you moaned as your arms tightened around his neck, “bet it does, you making all of those sweet cute noises.” jason loves the way your mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape, and how your eyes would roll back with each thrust.

“now tell me why i should let you come sweet thing, you’ve barley worked for it.”

“m-mph, don’t be mean jacey,” you whined as you snuggled into his neck, attempting to give kisses as a poor attempt of persuading him. “trying to bribe me with kisses now huh?” he smirked seeing how pathetic you were. “didn’t think you were that desperate.”

“p-please jacey, let me come?” you pleaded as sweetly as you could, giving him your best puppy eyes. jason’s eyes sparkled seeing your face, “aw sweetheart, you really want to come hm?”

“next time you need to work for it alright? i’ll be nice this time.”

[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤ ᯓ Let me in your ocean, swim - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆dating biker enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆fluff┆enha is hawt, kisses, petnames┆headcanons┆wc 849

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: day 5 of my experiment >:))) this song just felt like the right vibe i wanted soo…anyhoo, all i can say is that enhypen is hot as frick. amen. reblogs and feedback are appreciated ^^

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

this man is so fine let me tell you

he gives such perfect biker vibes omg

heeseung loves to take you on rides if you’ll let him

you love seeing how happy and free he looks when he’s speeding on his bike

when you and him go for rides, you wrap your arms as tight as possible around his waist, feeling the wind against your body

“hold on princess” ajakdnsk

he loves treating you like his little passenger princess, kissing your hand before revving up his bike and zooming off, you holding onto him

heeseung kinda has this “bad boy” reputation, but he’s oh so soft for you :(((

you want to go someplace?

done.

he will drive you 😌

you’re the only passenger princess he will ever need <3

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

jay is definitely more cautious when he has you on the bike with him

he usually loves the speed and the thrill of it all

but he likes to keep it safer and slower with you on with him

he will let you decorate his helmet however you want, not caring how it’ll look

if you want a bow? he’ll let you hot glue one on

sometimes, when it’s just a small and short ride, he likes to sit in back of you, having you in the front as he drives from in back of you

when you’re not moving and just kinda resting, he absolutely loves kissing your head like this

he loves taking you on night time rides too

he treasures you so much and has a very big soft spot for you <3

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

oh this man is so whipped for you

he is originally a bad boy and very cold to everyone

but when he met you, he became such a sweetheart oh my goodness

he’ll let you do anything to make you happy

and if it means letting you put hello kitty stickers all over his motorcycle….he’ll let you

if he needs to pick you up from some place, he’ll drive his bike, flaunting that he’s yours

he’ll lean on his bike, waiting for you with a “cool guy” look

but once he sees you, that act melts right away

“sweets!!! over here!!”

he’ll smile, waving you over

in conclusion, jake sim is the biggest softie in the world

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

i imagine sunghoon to be very cautious as well with you when you’re riding together

he’s glad that you enjoy something he enjoys

for his birthday, you got him matching helmets and let me tell you that this man almost cried when he saw it

he was so thrilled that you could match while looking so cool 😎

he loves the way the helmet squishes your cheeks together a bit, making you extra cuter

“my cutie” he’ll kiss your cheeks when they’re puffed up like that

lots of pictures with his motorcycle bc why not 😌

when he has you on the bike, he will attach flowers to the back so you can have them next to you <3

he is your special biker gentleman 💖

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

okay soo…i’m ngl, it’s a bit hard to imagine sunoo as a biker

BUT, i can when his hair is like, slicked back and his forehead is showing

he looks like such a baddie

that’s how i imagine biker sunoo

okay now, let’s get into how boyfriend coded he is

of course, he’s still sunoo, so he fully supports you decorating his bike and helmet with your cute little stickers

obviously you guys have to take little rides around to your little dates 🙄✋🏻

he loves being a wee bit risky and driving the bike with one hand while the other is holding yours that are placed around his waist

cutie biker sunoo 4ever !!!

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

heh ok

so like sunoo, i kinda have a hard time imagining this cutie as a biker

but he is!!

he loves driving you around, his little passenger princess

if you’ll let him, his favorite roads to drive with you are highways

of course, he always makes sure to be safe with you

but he likes driving on the highway with you because he can feel you holding onto him, holding him close

jungwon would be so happy just to even have you there with him

so let him just take you around on his bike 😎

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

biker nishimura

oh my-

i can just imagine his bike having "nishimura" printed on the side ahhh-

BUT, despite his cold demeanor, he's so sweet and soft for you <3

he typically wears all black when riding his bike to look super cool, but he will not hesitate to take your bag from you (even if it's the most colorful thing he's ever seen-) and wear it as he rides so you don't have to worry about it

like heeseung, he LOVES calling you princess because you're his pretty princess 🤭

"hold on tight princess" in his deep, raspy voice AHJSBJND

ahem, anyway

he's genuinely such a gentleman with you despite his look and reputation as a "bad boy"

please love him forever, he needs it to LIVE

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[4zayne]

𐙚 — you look just like a dream.

⟢ summary: headcanons of zayne as your boyfriend!

꒰ pairing ꒱ : zayne (love and deepspace) x fem!reader

꒰ word count ꒱ : 417 (short again..)

author's note 𑁤 : zayne my baby 😭 i love him so much and had to do some hcs for him too :3 lmk if you'd like to see more of these for the others! i'm gonna try and get some more stuff out trust <3

zayne loves shopping with you (despite how long you guys shop for and the amount of bags you leave with). he loves buying you things, whether it be cute clothes, jewelry, food. he just enjoys seeing your pretty smile.

zayne always has his guard down around you. he finds himself vulnerable when he’s with you, it’s like all walls and barriers disappear and he can just be himself and enjoy your company without having to worry about anything.

zayne reluctantly goes to cat cafes with you whenever you pass by one. he’s not very good with cats and they often run away from him, but it’s the opposite with you. they seem to love you, and they don’t mind him when your around so he supposes it's not that bad. 

zayne helps blowdry your hair after you shower, making you stand still in front of the bathroom mirror while still in your bathrobe. he enjoys doing these little things for you, it’s the least he can do since you’re so good to him.

zayne is always keeping an eye on you. mostly for health related reasons since sometimes you forget to take your medicine or don’t keep up with your weekly checkups. and when that happens, he’s often scolding you and making sure you take your medication on time and setting alarms on your phone so you don’t miss your appointments. 

zayne also knows when you’re on your period. once learning about your menstrual cramps and whatnot due to research and prior knowledge of it, as well as your mood swings, he’ll already have stuff prepared for you. pads, chocolate, red date tea, a heating pad: you name it. he’ll also massage your stomach whenever certain remedies don’t work or when he just wants to, just being next to you to comfort you and help you feel better is enough for him. 

zayne loves taking late night strolls with you. when it’s cold outside and you’ve forgotten your gloves at home, he’ll slip your hand into his pocket while holding your hand in his own. enjoying the scenery of the city, the bright lights, the way they reflect off your eyes, that happy expression on your face when you see a food stand with a delicious menu. it reminds him of how lucky of a man he is to have you, a man with a heart that constantly suffers from a great frost that you manage to melt with your warm touch. you're his dream come true.

© 4zayne do not reuse or translate without my permission!

[haveihitanerve]

sobbing.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, Brucie- it doesn't matter what you call him, at his core, its all the same.

He's a sickeningly optimistic optimist, though people'll have you believe he's not. But he is. Because he has so much hope for the world, for the people, he sees the good in everyone, everything, is intent to pry it out of them himself if he has to, and plaster it across every billboard in the city if that's what it takes for them to believe him.

Batman is every old man at a gas station who buys you a soda because you didn't have enough quarters. He's every college kid at a bus stop, handing you his umbrella because its raining and you don't have one. He's every old lady patting you affectionately on the cheek and telling you, "you're such a nice young man/woman aren't you?"

Bruce is every child that surprises you with a spontaneous hug, grinning up at you like with one smile it can wipe every bad thing from the world. He's every toddler that frowns in determination, desperate to lead the spider outside instead of letting Dad kill it.

He's every act of kindness, every bit of hope, every spark of goodness in everyone.

Batman might not be the first person people think of when asked to imagine a good person. But he should be.

Because no matter what you've done, no matter how worthless you think you are, no matter how many people you've hurt or however many crimes you've committed, he'll show up to bail you out, and he'll still offer you a hand up off of the floor.

Because he cares goddamnit, and he'll risk the flames if it means you're not alone.

if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.

[cowboyheyxu]

when you were little, you remember trying to stay up late while waiting for caleb.

he would always be doing something with his friends while you were at home. he'd invite you occasionally, but you turned him down most of the time. all of his friends scared you—frankly, it was due to age, but also they would probably ignore you in favor of caleb. so, you opted to stay home.

caleb would promise to watch a movie with you, lose track of time, and then come home at 11pm. caleb would tell you that he'd come home early to play that new game with you, and you fell asleep ages before he came home. he said he'd help you with your homework, but when he got home, he found you sleeping on the dinner table.

he would always feel bad for it. you could tell by the way he stopped teasing you as much, practically sucking up to you when he came home later than promised. no matter how many times you assured him that it was fine, he never took it.

but sometimes, he'd tease you. once, he caught you staying up late for him (you had not fallen asleep yet), and asked if you missed him. he playfully stroked your cheek while you said, "of course not," while you rolled your eyes. caleb could never know that you did. terribly.

you think that it's good karma that he waits for you now.

recently, caleb took a temporary leave from the DAA. his coworkers were shocked, to say the least. he was dedicated to his job—he is a colonel in the farspace fleet, after all. caleb never revealed the reason of his departure, wanting to keep you a secret.

when asked about it, he said, "i'm not ashamed of you or anything, if that's what you're worried about. that's never it. ever," he pulls you in an embrace for reassurance. you melt into his big, broad body. you feel him let out an exhale above your head.

"i just... don't wanna share you," he mumbled into your ear.

you smile to yourself at the memory, opening the door to your apartment and taking your boots off. there's no light from the kitchen or living room, so you assume that caleb's gone off to bed early.

your footsteps pad through the quiet apartment to your dark bedroom. caleb is perched upright on your bed, resting his head on the headboard. he's tilted a little bit to the side, neck craned upwards.

you try not to run over to him. you bite the inside of your lip to stop the urge from overcoming you. when you get to caleb's side, you brush your hand over his hair, smoothing it out. your fingers trace his forehead, the slope of his nose, and his jawline. you're obsessed with him, you think, an unhealthy amount of obsessed.

"there's no way this can be comfortable," you quietly laugh, gently rubbing caleb's cheek. when you begin to shift his position, a hand reaches out and grabs your wrist.

caleb's hand swallows your wrist, and he keeps you in place. he turns his head over to you, only slightly peering his eyes open, "hey, pipsqueak. you're back."

"hi, sweet boy," you smile at him, "i'm here."

even in the dark, you notice the tips of his ears turning red. he smiles at the endearment and raises your hand to his lips, pressing a quick peck to it. then, he yanks you down onto the bed with him, pulling you into his arms.

you're in a jumbled position on top of him: your body is draped over his hips, your legs are near-dangling off of the bed, and your head is against his bare chest. the skin-to-skin contact is electrifying, and you have to look up to talk to him. the way caleb stares down at you causes you to heat up. you gulp.

"long day today? you came back later than usual," he says pulling you up higher so your legs aren't dangling.

"there were so many wanderers," you reply. you rest your head on his shoulder while you adjust yourself to a sitting position. you move to his side, and caleb lets out of a small groan. "i'm sorry i was late."

"it's fine," caleb shakes his head and rests his head on your shoulder. you continue brushing through his hair and he lets out a content sigh.

"how long have you been awake?" you rub up and down his arms, soothing him.

"not long," he finds satisfaction in the crook of your neck, placing small kisses in the crevice. he feels your hands tighten around his biceps, and you can feel him smirk against your neck. he pauses to ask, "are you tired?"

"exhausted," you shake your head. "i can't wait to go to bed."

caleb mhms into your neck, still pressing his lips around it. your heart begins to race, and if you stay in this position, you know you're never going to leave. you can hear him let out quiet moans of pleasure while he continues to kiss you.

"alright, caleb," you try to pull away, but he only tugs you closer to him, not wanting to detach his lips from you, "i haven't even showered yet, c'mon."

he stops, and cradles your face his both of his hands. he strokes your cheekbones back and forth, then he presses his forehead onto yours. you place your hands on top of his, rubbing his knuckles in silence. the only sound is your synchronized breathing.

"just for five minutes?"

you laugh again, and you watch as it tickles caleb's face. he scrunches it momentarily and you take this time to pull back. caleb intertwines his hand in yours when you stand up.

"i've been waiting all night, y'know?" he looks up at you with big, pouty eyes. you try your best not to cave. or giggle, for that matter. if that happens, then he'll know that he has you, and you won't be able to escape from that.

"liar! you said you haven't been awake for long!" you playfully swat at him. "and, do you remember when you'd keep me waiting as kids?" you reminisce, tapping your finger against your chin as if you were in deep thought. "think of this as karma," you smile.

caleb pouts as he swings your arms back and forth, keeping you still. "i said i was sorryyy," he drags out, "sooo many times."

he tugs you back one last time, but with less force than before. you stumble back into bed, and he hugs you tighty.

"i always thought of you," he whispers up at you, "so mentally, i was with you."

you snort, "i'm pretty sure that's not how it works."

"it is," he cheekily says. you hear a lilt in his voice.

"no, i remember being super tired and waiting for you to help me out with my science work. only for you to show up at like, what? was it 10 or 11?" you tease him, poking at his chest.

caleb shakes his head, burying himself deeper into you, "okay, valid. but, in my defense, i sped back home to you. i think i made a ten minute run into five that day."

you want to call him out again, but you can vividly recall his face when he came back to you. he was red—much redder than usual—and panting like a dog. your homework was quickly forgotten when you shot up and asked him if he was okay or not. his breathing was erratic, and there was so much sweat dripping down on him. but the only thing he asked about was if you still needed help on your homework.

"yeah," you say softly, "i remember that."

you kiss the top of his head and caleb releases a long exhale into your chest. "okay. i'll be quick, alright? just like you were. you won't be waiting for long," another kiss, "just let me shower, m'kay?"

at this, caleb opens an eye, a grin showing up on his face, "can i come with?"

you groan loudly, releasing yourself from caleb's grasp as you stand back up. he leans back and sits on his arms, laughing when you get up. his laughter is contagious—it's boisterous and bounces around the while room—and you find yourself giggling along with him.

you shake your head fondly as you lean down and kiss him on his lips. how could you have gone so many years without this? caleb was always right there—right in front of you—and you could've had him this whole time.

you kiss him with everything that's in you, even through your exhaustion. he slides his hand over to cup your cheek, and he presses his lips deeper into yours. you let out quiet whimpers as he continues, and caleb reciprocates.

it takes about five minutes for the two of you to come back up for air. you're breathless, and you're eyes are set on the rise and fall of caleb's chest. it reminds you of the homework night, and you chuckle before pecking him one more time.

"i'll be quick, remember?" you tuck some of his hair behind his ear. he leans into your hand, desperately. "don't miss me too much, okay? i love you," you smile.

you set off into the bathroom, replaying moments of your childhood throughout your head as you shower. has caleb always run back to you? was he always thinking about you? warmth rushes through your body, and it's not because of the hot water.

you're not surprised when caleb comes in as soon as he hears the water turn off. he stretches, flexing his abs and biceps. you're not sure if that was done on purpose.

and when he's there to help you change, blow-dry your hair, and do your skincare with him, and brush your teeth, you don't complain.

he's just making up for lost time anyway.

caleb craze is real (please let it be the 22nd NOW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)

i love love love love angst but because i have work tomorrow (it's going to be so busy at the clinic please pray for me) i needed this.

[michaels-reality]

I MADE A DUMBASS JOKE ON STREAM. During my request stream I said Capochin watches divorce court and then I thought too hard ☝🏽be so nice to me i rotate them around in my brain KSHGSJDKG

watch me ramble a little bit under the cut a lil

I have a little bit of headcanons going on here. So I think Vibiano is like the resident hairdresser among the Bizzyboys like. Designed the uniforms and does everyone's hair when they need it cus by spek my boys need to slay when they are out there on the field. But I think Capochin is the only one a lil more reserved about being touched on his head, or pet specifically. I think he got a bit unhealthy about it because Inspekta/Hector would ruffle his hair and pet him as to tell him good job, so he doesn't want anyone touching him where Inspekta has. After the events of the game, it's a big trust thing for someone to touch his head or hair again. I might make this an *actual* comic and not just me doodling 10 million pictures on my csp, but I imagine Capo does not do his best to take of himself or his hair after the events of the game and he ends up having a mental breakdown and pulling his hair and messing it up real bad. Vib finds him and helps calm him down and afterwards she helps him brush his hair out and it's such a BIG trust act between Capo and Vib. Vib for the most part is the only other person allowed to pet Capo or touch his hair, but he still gets freaked out sometimes when he's in his head with stuff.

Anyways. shoots myself with my big gun

[amphitriteswife]

A call from God

Source: Castlevania Nocturne

Pairing: Alucard x fem Vampire! Reader

Summary: Alucard meets you during his trip to Paris. Although you got along greatly with Annette and Richter, he seems wary of you. During the night Annette went to the Spirit realm and Richter fell asleep, he questions you.

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Alucard sighs, his eyes casted down onto the empty, dirty and gloomy street. His eyes sometimes taking a few glancing in the reflection of Annette in the glass of the window. Richter had been fast asleep, not that it mattered. He was a human after all, he needs all the sleep he can get. Especially since they’re oh so close to finally stopping Erzsabet. He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of worry. They lost Sekhmet’s mummy to Drolta, a vital mistake that changed almost everything. They have no choice but to rely on Annette’s ability and hope that she’ll finds Sekhmet’s soul. Alucard glanced at Annette, her eyes were still closed yet it from her eyebrows it was obvious that she was busy. He took in another breath, the feeling of your eyes on him had been annoying him for ages. His gaze turned to you, eyes narrowed and a rather distasteful look was present on his face. It was clear that he had his guard up with you, a sign that he did not trust you. His lips parted, showing a white ray of teeth with his signature fangs much like yours. You looked calm, as if nothing was wrong. It irritated him to no end. Your smug grin and charming words didn’t work on him. His eyes met yours, red. The color of a vampire’s eyes. Although he was both human and vampire, he didn’t fit with either. It made it rather lonely, but after almost more than 300+ years you’ll get used to it. It wasn’t his intention, but he stared at you. And you stared back. How daring you are, most would avoid him or try to kill him. After all it all depends on which perspective what causes him to be a foe or friend. He was needed to stop Erzsabet from having the world caged in only night and having her turn into Sekhmet. A belmont is needed to in these cases, and a user of magic too….so what was your purpose?

‘Why did you come here?’

The question sounded rather simple, his tone was soft like usual but there was no doubt that it was more than an accusation than a question. Your eyes darted from Annette to Alucard, he wasn’t looking at you anymore, but rather onto the depressing streets of Paris.

‘My god ordered me to do so.’

Your answer caused him to hum at you. Your god? So you’re religious. Well it’s not unusual to be religious, especially im this given time where believe is one of the most important things one can have in their life. His eyes glanced at your reflection in the glass of the window, he hadn’t expected you to look at that same exact spot to make eye contact. Are you always this sharp?

‘Christian?’

‘I do not believe in the Christian god.’

‘Pagan then?’

‘Yes’

Your answers were short and to the point. Nothing less but also nothing more. You don’t believe in the Christian god, that does not narrow it down whatsoever. Ofcourse in this time not many believe in the pagan gods, feeling as if they had been abandoned by them and choosing to convert to Christianity. Not a bad choice, but the leaders of the church didn’t handle the people with grace. yet even so, if your god had spoken to you, who ways that it was a match for the goddess Sekhmet. She was after all the bringer if many good and bad things. Goddess of war and medicine. A respected warrior goddess based of Ra’s vengeance. He had sent her down to earth to destroy the mortals who conspired against him. Yet the bloodlust was too much, the goddess almost wiped out all of humanity and Ra had to trick her with beer and let her go back to him. A famous myth that was told in all of time when Hathor and Sekhmet were believed to be the same person. A terrifying yet admirable goddess….

‘Does your god stand a chance to Sekhmet?’

The sudden sound of your earrings ringing made him look towards you. Your eyes wide, a rather creepy smile plastered on your face. Had he offended you?…stop looking at him like that. Perhaps he can see why you look at him the way are. But still, he needs to know if your god can actually face Sekhmet, she’s strong, very. very. very strong. It sound logical right? You took a few steps closer to Alucard. Your red eyes looking into his golden ones. The soft sound of your snicker could be heard in the room. To Alucard it was loud, yet it hadn’t woken up Richter. How clueless he was for doubt your god. Your voice laced with pride as if you were speaking about the most glorious thing to ever exist.

‘My god is more than fit, the greatest, the best. The destroyer. The chaos, the vengeance. It’ll be all over.’

Alucard raised an eyebrow. You were speaking like a mad woman. Much like Erzsebet or Drolta. He let out a scoff. Prideful huh? But it doesn’t explain anything about your god to him. Not one bit.

‘You talk big, but can it really, realistically speaking ofcourse.’

The sound of your laughter intensified, your hand grasping his. Eyes gleaming with adoration, your red colored lips twisting into a smile.

‘There is only one god. Who can handle lady Sekhmet…the god is ruthless. He rides his chariot across the desert, the sand blowing along with the wind. Lord of the red sea. Hair painted crimson from the mortals blood. He who killed his own brother for the throne of Egypt. Who casted chaos on Egypt in his time of ruling. The mighty god who was the closest to being compared with Sekhmet …lord Seth.’

Alucard softly gasped…Seth? The ruthless god who killed his brother Osiris into pieces, threw him into the Nile, Stole his throne and caused chaos onto Egypt? That’s your god? A god many feared out the depth of their hearts, His worshippers were treated as cult members. His role as husband also faded away as his wife, Nephthys, also had a child with his brother Osiris which caused the existence of the god Anubis. Many found Seth to be evil and later on casted him aside to be a deity of the Persians.

‘Seth…an evil god that was rumored to be male Sekhmet…not a bad choice.’

‘Tch. Evil? My god is not evil, he may be a villain but he is not evil. What would someone like you know about my god?’

‘Well, the myths tell a different story. Killing, corruption, violence. Do I need to continue?’

A low growl escaped your lips. How dare one talk about Lord Seth this way? Unbelievable…yet not uncommon. Yes, it did anger you. But anger won’t help the situation. You took a few breaths. Your eyes falling closed before they opened and looked at Alucard, who found it rather amusing to see you distressed. Once again, a rather smug smirk made its way to your lips.

‘Myths can be many things Alucard. They’re not always reliable. It could be re-tellings. Or in another perspective. Perhaps even a fanfiction. But do not forget, myths are made by the mortals. Not the gods.’

Your words made Alucard think for a moment. You had a point. Myths were indeed written by mortals and not the god’s themselves. Interesting take. For the first time, a rather genuine smile formed on his face. You were smart, smarter than he thought. Although he does not trust you nor the God of the desert and chaos, Seth. You still have gained something else, his admiration. His gaze fell upon yours. Although your god had spoken to you: How will he be of help? Sensing the question Alucard had, you gave him and answer. A truthful answer.

‘I am a vessel, My body is Seth’s. He trusts me. And I trust him. If he wishes to interfere with this matter ye will posses me. And if he doesn’t then he won’t. After all, he is just a forgotten god…my forgotten god…and this god oh so is needed to kill the true evil most claimed him to be.’

[headpainmigraine]

Don't take the headache medication frequently, or it'll cause rebound headaches (aka medication overuse headaches) which you'll have to go cold turkey to treat.

It's small hell. The pain gets worse before it gets better, and it's bad pain.

If you're taking painkillers for headache more than 14 days in a month, you could be at risk for this, or already have it and not even know.

If you're constantly chasing headache pain, it could be this.

So what do you do? You're in constant pain, and now you can't take painkillers?

The shitty reality is that sometimes you have to juggle pain days and ration your meds, unless you can see a doctor about it.

The fact that you need painkillers that often should make you eligible for preventative meds.

Keeping a headache diary and making a note of when you take painkillers is really helpful for YOU to see how bad the problem is, and if you take one in to show the docs it'll also really help.

Just because there's no moral reason to not take pain relief (there isnt), doesn't mean there isn't a really good physical one.