#anyway ima sleep.

[todayisafridaynight]

[frozenfrogz]

Do I want winter byler? Yes.

Do I need winter byler? Yes.

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou is adamant about not doing anything for his birthday. He does this every year, and you usually do something for him anyway, something small. You might have a picnic or go hiking with him or just stay in bed watching his favorite movies.

He doesn’t want to do anything for his birthday ever. And this year, you respect his wishes.

When he wakes up, he expects streamers and balloons to litter the room. Maybe you walking in half naked with a tray of breakfast for him. He expects something, even though he’s adamant about having nothing. So he’s a little….surprised? Disappointed? When he wakes up and has…nothing.

Bakugou gets up and pads into the kitchen and is greeted by a regular sight—you sitting in your usual chair with a warm mug and scrolling through your phone. You perk up when he enters though, smiling at him, getting up from your seat as you hand him his protein shake. You kiss his lips gently, whispering against his mouth,

“Good morning, my love. Happy birthday.” And continue on with your normal routine. Bakugou blinks, surveys the kitchen once more, looks over the counters and peeks into the trash can. He figures you must’ve made him another one of those big birthday breakfast’s, but it’s still the same regular breakfast you always make.

The rest of the day goes on like that. Everyone treating him as they usually do on his birthday—overwhelmingly and annoying, and he hates it a little more than he usually does. Were you upset with him? Did he do something the night before for his birthdays festivities that he never wants to be canceled?

He perks up when you text him, but it’s just to ask if he wants chicken tonight instead of fish. He almost breaks the screen on his phone when he replies chicken.

By the time Bakugou gets home, he’s irritated beyond all hell. Yes, he knows he told you how much he didn’t wanna be celebrated today but that didn’t mean to do this. To do nothing. He takes a few breaths before he unlocks the front door, sighing as he enters with his head down, immediately kicking off his boots.

“Happy birthday, handsome!” You shout when he enters, making his head immediately whip up. He’s shocked at the sight; you standing in the middle of your living room in that one outfit he said he loved the most on you, with orange and black streamers and balloons decorating the space. The lights are dimmed and his favorite song is playing (the one that blasted on the speakers the night he took you home after your first date), there’s an assortment of food on the table, and what looks like a homemade cake in the middle. He’s frozen at the sight, and is only pulled out of his stupor when you pad over to him and bring his face down to yours.

“I know every year you say you don’t want anything for your birthday, but I couldn’t help myself. Is this okay?” You ask gently, cupping his cheeks, smudging the soot from his skin. Bakugou stares down at you with the softest look he could muster, smiling gently as he pulls you in close to him, kissing you hard until you both lose your breath.

“It’s perfect.” Bakugou answers simply, pecking your forehead as he pulls you in close until your nose is pressed against his collarbone. You take in his scent before sighing, pulling away as you pat at his chest.

“Good. Now go take a bath so we can eat and open your presents.” You nod to the back of the house, going to pull away but Bakugou squeezes you tight to him. He looks at you, seriously, and it almost worries you, before he whispers softly into the air,

“I love you.” His voice sincere and sweet, and it makes you smile so hard your cheeks burns. You peck him once, twice, before speaking against his lips,

“I love you more.”

And after that, Bakugou doesn’t dread his birthday as much. Not if he gets to spend it with you.

[jevdev-art]

sundowning - alternate cover art

[fl0w3rs-m1nd]

Fun fact about me before I head to bed:

Every time I draw, I listen to music. It helps me focus. Sometimes it's my playlists, and sometimes it's edit audios. I occasionally leave a random video playing instead. It all just kinda depends on what I want to listen to- Do I wanna listen to my Kinitopet playlist? Or listen to a guy screaming at his twitch chat? So basically all the drawings I've posted on here, have had a point in the drawing process where I'm blasting music into my ears. It's very rare for me to just sit in silence and draw

I. NEED. BACKGROUND. NOISE.

[galaxgay]

I desperately need Aziraphale to communicate next season.

I need him to tell Crowley he went back to heaven so he wouldn't have to love him quietly, behind closed doors- he's never had an easy time with that.

I need him to tell Crowley that "nothing lasts forever" didn't mean "Us". It meant time on earth, the bookshop, their peaceful time on earth- it had to at least pause so he could fix this.

I need him to tell Crowley that "doing good as angels" meant their good. Earth good. The grey areas kind of good. The so-complicated-it-makes-your-head-hurt good. Being an example for the other angels who had no clue what the humanity they watch over is even like.

I need him to tell Crowley that he didn't want to leave Crowley but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to change the rules that have persecuted them for millenia now. Because maybe it was simply a lack of understanding- of exposure to humanity that made the rules so. And Aziraphale was the first and only angel alive who could provide perspective.

I need him to apologize to Crowley for saying "I forgive you". "You broke my heart in that moment and I responded selfishly, Crowley. Forgive me, if you can."

I need Aziraphale to clarify. I need him to communicate his real thoughts stripped of his heaven fears.

[belayadeath-goner]

i love her sm, yall don't even know-

[effervescentdragon]

for @river-ocean because i suck <3 happy bday darlin’, yee-haw! (for everyone not a hillbilly, this is directly inspired by luke bryan and drunk on you, aka the best, happiest song ever ^^

“Charles, you know it’s pointless to do this,” Lolo says patiently. “It’s a waste of tickets, and you’re not selling them so much over here. You’ve left tickets in every town you’ve played at, and he still hasn’t shown up.” 

“Yeah,” Arthur adds from where he’s lounging on the sofa. “Yankees. They have no taste,” he says with a grin. Charles frowns.

“Shut up, Arthur, you’re being rude, and you don’t even know what Yankee means.” 

“Neither do you,” Arthur mutters, and Charles kicks him with his cowboy boot. It’s red, and over the top, and he kind of loves it. “I’m still more popular here than anyone thought I would be, and you,” he turns to Lolo, “just. Leave the tickets. He’ll show up. I know he will.”

He sees that Lorenzo doesn’t believe him. It’s written all over his face, and evident in the way he looks at Arthur. “Charles...” he trails off, but Charles shakes his head stubbornly. 

“Lolo, just. Trust me. He’ll show.” Charles pushes away from the table and reaches for his guitar. “I have to get ready for the show.” 

He turns around and leaves, because he doesn’t want to see his brothers look at him with pity in their eyes. They don’t trust him to take care of his heart, and Charles kind of understands it. He loves too easily, he always has, but this boy - man, a man really, it was - it was different. It’s going to be different this time, Charles knows it. You don’t even know his name, he thinks in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Lolo’s, but he doesn’t care. Neither Lolo nor Arthur get it. They didn’t feel what he felt that night. 

He stands behind the stage, and the chords from the pre-show act fill his ears. He closes his eyes and breathes deep, calming himself like he always does, like he did every night on this leg of his World Tour - the USA part. 

Like he did that night in Louisiana, before playing one of the best concerts he’s ever had, the crowd going wild. He had stumbled into the streets of New Orleans already drunk on the feeling of a win, searching for a buzz to fill the summer night, to expell the energy he only got when he poured his heart out in his music and got love back from the audience to fill him up. 

He found the buzz in deep blue eyes and a smirk on full, red, wet lips which devoured moans from his own. He got it from a stranger who spoke French fluently to him after he heard him ask for another beer in French, drunk on alcohol but even more drunk on summertime and heat of the night. He found it in the way the stranger held his hips and left bruises that ached deliciously all over them as he pressed him into the wall, and then into a bed in a hotel room. He found it in the scrape of the stranger’s beard against the sensitive skin of his neck, and then down down down, all the way to the insides of his things as he lost his mind when the stranger brought him to ecstasy. He found it in his grasp on the stranger’s shoulders and the way the stranger’s golden cross stuck to Charles’ sweaty skin and the way the stranger kissed him like he was the most precious and most beautiful think in this universe. He found all the buzz and the inspiration for three new songs that he’d scribbled when he woke up the next morning, his head punding and the stranger’s smell all over him and the sheets, and a note on the side of the bed that said Maybe I’ll see you at one of your concerts, cheri. ;) 

Charles had gone back and told Lolo to leave a ticket at every one of his next shows. He debuted the first song he wrote for the stranger two towns later, calling it Drunk On You and playing it unprompted, only on his guitar. It was an immediate hit with the crowd. The stranger didn’t show, but Charles didn’t despair, like his brothers so obviously did, over his foolishness and the easy way he fell in love. He couldn’t, not really, when - aside from the end of the night which ended in the best sex Charles had ever had in his life and that still made him blush weeks after - he and the stranger spent the whole night talking like they were old friends. Charles felt as if their souls spoke to each other, not their mouths, and he wasn’t a fool. He knew the stranger felt it to. The only thing Charles regretted was the way he didn’t insist for the stranger to give him his name, but that was alright, too. It added to the mystery. It will be even better when the stranger finally shows his face again. 

The technician calls him over, and Charles opens his eyes and smiles, and steps out on the stage, and sings his heart out, like he does every night. He ends the set with Drunk On You, and as he’s laughing, giving his guitar to his assistant, Lolo grabs his arm.

“Texas,” he says, and Charles frowns. “Your stranger? He’s from Texas.”

Charles turns around to where Lolo is looking, and there, leaning against the wall, is his stranger. He has a smile on his face, and a pair of very tight jeans, and his white shirt shows off his strong forearms - and Charles remembers how strong they are - and it’s unbuttoned enough for Charles to see the glinting of the cross on his chest. He is also wearing a cowboy hat, and Charles’ brain short-circuits a bit. Before he knows it, Charles crosses the space between them and finds himself a step away from the stranger.

“Hello, cher,” the strager says, and his voice is just as pure sin as it was in New Orleans, and it makes Charles’ knees weak in the same way. 

“Hello, stranger,” Charles says with a smile. “I’m glad you came.”

The stranger’s eyes flash, and he leans forward, his face inches away from Charles’ 

“Pierre,” he says, and Charles mouths the name. Pierre. It suits him. “And I’m hoping to make you come again, at least twice tonight.”

Charles can feel himself flush. If anyone else had said it, he’d probably be offended, but the stranger - Pierre, Pierre, his name is Pierre, and he’s here, he came here for Charles - he makes it endearing instead of sleazy. He smiles, and he knows it’s shaky, but he also finds his courage and steps forward, brushing their noses against each other. Pierre smells the same as he remembers, citrusy and fresh, and his lips part as Charles pushes him gently back against the wall. 

“Show me what you got, cowboy,” he says, blushing the whole time, and Pierre laughs in a way that lights up his whole face, and his arms come around Charles’ waist, and when he kisses Charles, in a small town in Texas of all places, it somehow feels like coming home.

[todayisafridaynight]

cant smoke so gotta orally fixate on something else ig

[revon-aurora-borealis]

bro i dont know if ive ever been hornier than when reading jojo what the actual hell

[bittwitchy]

CS(iblings): Joaquin Phoenix and Robert Pattinson.

[fruit-snacker]

Currently wishing i could live without my mind turning on me :(

[i-may-be-an-emu]

"Ok im going to sleep for real this time" *accidentally hyperfocuses and stays up another hour* "damnit"

[mossy-thing]

Just had my graduation ceremony

Pretty sure my ears might be bleeding

Applause should be banned permanently forever this feels like an ableist hatecrime

[justaferalcrow]

Throwback to when I was sitting alone in bed late at night in a puddle of depression and wrote this poem:

Black Hole

My heart, broken one too many times, took its leave,

Away it flew, up to the stars, hoping to heal its wounds and leave behind this sorry soul.

In its place there now lies a gaping expanse of nothingness

A black hole, nestled in the cage of my ribs,

Absorbing all love tossed its way, all emotions wanting to be felt, and tucking them away in its depths of nothingness.

It grows and grows with each day, taking with it bits of my soul,

One day it will have devoured me whole and there shall be nothing left but a yawning pit, waiting for it's next victim.

[webbedphantom]

BEAT TACTICA!!

Took way longer than I expected, but that's probably because I'm an idiot and decided to do every quest-

Anyways, full spoiler breakdown below the thing

Okay, so I called a lot of the twists for the third kingdom ahead of time. Like the second I saw Eri, I was like "She's gonna die," and when they kept covering up the ruler's name in static, I was like "It's Toshiro's shadow"

But like even though I kinda called it, those moments still hit me hard. Like I didn't think the creepy principal would push her in front of a train, or that she'd survive only to have her spirit broken.

And while I kinda saw the God thing coming too, I didn't think the Shadow was a fake created by him, or that Erina would turn out to be TOSHIRO'S PERSONA LIKE WHAT???

(Though that does mean that my whole concept of Arsène becoming his own person is now substantiated in canon, so that's neat)

Also the Velvet Room becomes a Train because shut up it's cool

The final kingdom was a bit of a slog, though probably because I'd been marathoning the entire game for several hours with no sleep, but still doing a boss rush, broken up by lengthy combat arenas is like... like the most padding that has ever padding'd.

Still I did it, beat all those refights, and even did the bonus quests to unlock everyone's ultimate skill which was SUPER NOT WORTH IT FOR EVERYONE BESIDES JOKER AND TOSHIRO BECAUSE LITERALLY ALL OF THEIR GUNS DO MORE DAMAGE

(And I'm pretty sure Joker would've been in the same boat if I grinded to get his best weapon)

Granted, that's my fault for not putting points into the amplifiers, and spending a lot of time fiddling with Personas to get the best weapons possible, but still like c'mon! Why would you ever want to spend like 75 SP for a big blast when I could just use my gun and do like 10-15 more damage??

Granted, the AOE on those attacks came in handy sometimes, but because by the time I unlocked them for everyone (because yes you still have to put points in for them after doing the quests), I was at the final boss, so there weren't a lot of enemies to blow up

Final boss was a good time though! Had some fun gimmicks, a cool design, actually made me think for a bit, didn't last too long, had great music, all the good stuff you'd want from a final boss. Certainly better than Midnight Suns final boss, I'll tell you that much-

AND THAT ENDING FINISHER HOLY SHOCK

I thought Strikers had a good ending with them doing an All Out Attack on the final boss, but this-!! OH MAN, this a whole other level of cool

Literally an entire shonen anime fight scene to cap the whole thing off, everyone gets a moment to shine, Joker uses his grappling hook in some very Spidey-esk maneuvers, Erina has a Super Saiyan moment, turning into her Persona form to blast away some gears, it is EVERYTHING I could've ever wanted.

The ending was really sweet too. I had a feeling Erina wouldn't be coming into reality, as much as I wanted her to, but they had a touching good bye, Toshiro exposes his father's crimes and breaks it off with his "fiance" on live TV, the team has a cute scene in Leblanc, and then after the credits-

ERI SHOWS UP

We don't get to see much of her sadly, nor much of their reunion, but it still really tugged at my heart strings, as all Persona games are apparently required by law to do now.

Overall, I really enjoyed my time with Tactica. Is it worth $60? Honestly not sure. It's definitely short for an RPG, but there's definitely some extra content to keep you coming back. I'm looking forward to replaying the game on hard whenever I eventually save up enough to get my own copy (gotta play that DLC at some point)

So, while I do recommend it, especially if you're into Tactics games, maybe try to get it on a sale if you're planning to get the DLC. $60 was already pushing it, but $80?? Yeah, no thanks-

Strikers is still my favorite spin off though. Doesn't even come close.

PLAY STRIKERS I SWEAR TO GOD