#anyways its 4 am & my brain refuses to let me sleep bc i have So Much To Do tomorrow that it doesnt want the day to end

[kalashtars]

nothing like the last 2 weeks of the semester to make you question every life decision you've ever made

[thecultofcupid]

ROTTMNT Headcanons:

i decided that i wanted to infodump about my headcanons for the turtles specifically :> due to the fact that I am a fictive, this is influenced a little bit by our fictives/exomemories. but YEAH i just wanted to ramble a lot and you should go stream rottmnt and support the team bcuz it deserves all the love in the world yeah ok lets go

Leo

extremely transmasc. like this guy is so transmasc

uses he/him pronouns exclusively but would probably accept being misgendered purely for comedic effect (only by his family or friends tho)

says he's bisexual but he prefers to call himself queer

tell me this man does not have ADHD you can't

acts superior to hide his debilitating inferiority complex

struggles with insomnia. has developed ways of managing his sleeping problems, but they still win out every now and then

Post-Movie

deals with PTSD-related dissociation. it's pretty damn bad

the WORST internalized ableism you've ever seen

loses the arm anyway. my headcanon is that krang prime got ahold of it as his siblings were pulling him out of the portal

the worst patient you've ever seen. he is constantly plotting escape

almost constantly wearing a knee brace. he's supposed to use crutches but often tries to get away with not doing so. has a wheelchair for bad pain days but he refuses to use it most of the time bc he's stubborn

insomnia gets way worse, partly due to night terrors and partly due to chronic pain. sleep does not come easy to this guy

Raph

bigender; she/him pronouns with a preference for fem terms

likes who she likes; doesn't feel the need to put a label to his sexuality

she is autistic bc I said so

PLURAL!! she has OSDD-1a and has a system of 3 or 4 other alters not including herself (Mind Raph is kind of up in the air for me, but the others are Little Red, Angel, and Savage)

dislikes swearing, in part because Little Red picks up on it and will not stop once he starts /hj

Post-Movie

blind in right eye bc of the krang

most of his complications are PTSD related; nightmares, dissociation, etc

was always a bit mindful of his size compared to his surroundings/family, but after the movie, it becomes a lot more prevalent. she is terrified of hurting her loved ones again

nerve damage in one arm from opening the portal; causes pain/numbness/tingling and minor muscle spasms. Donnie made compression gloves to help with this

Mikey

genderfluid; shifts between she/he/they pronouns

aroace

ADHD

LOVES body art. will always have something new painted onto his arms or plastron

since he can't really reach his carapace to paint on it, he convinces his siblings to let him paint on theirs. will often be found in Donnie's lab painting their carapace while they work

loves hanging out in Donnie's lab while they work

Post-Movie

suffered the worst in terms of damage to his arms

deals w chronic fatigue and brain fog after opening the portal

wears compression gloves from Donnie almost 24/7. has to be reminded to take them off

Donnie

nonbinary/autigender. uses they/them pronouns primarily, but also uses he/him and it/its on occasion. loves telling people that they "identify as a threat"

THE disaster bisexual

WEAPONIZED AUTISM

doesn't get enough sleep not because they're an insomniac, but because they hyperfixate on projects for days at a time and will not sleep until either a) they're done working, b) one of their siblings forces them to go to bed, or c) they simply crash on their desk out of exhaustion

for a self-proclaimed genius, they're not very good at taking care of themselves

has nonverbal episodes and uses sign language to communicate during them. however, he and Leo both learned morse code as well so they could have their own "secret language" that only they understood

the worst eyesight. like it's god awful. they wear custom-made contacts when they're outside the lair, but they also have glasses for days when they can't be bothered

has bitten every member of his family at least once

has eaten the family goldfish before (not Piebald)

has claw-like scars across their carapace from the shredder. change my mind

Post-Movie

scarring on carapace from Technodrome and being ripped from the control panel. it looks worse than it is

has trouble eating due to sensory issues

suffers from tactile hallucinations. has to have something on their shell at all times

has seizures resulting from the Technodrome connecting with his central nervous system

that's all i have rn. there's so many headcanons that I didn't include here just cus it'd be a mess but pls ask me questions cus I love talking about these guys. and ofc ask questions about other characters as well, not just the turtles!! i wanna do more art featuring some of our headcanons as well so look forward to that >:))

[jamesmarlowe]

『ANTON THIEMKE ❙ CIS-MALE』 ⟿ looks like JAMES MARLOWE is here for HIS SENIOR year as a FINE ARTS student. He is 21 years old & known to be CLEVER, INVENTIVE, UNRELIABLE & EGOTISTICAL. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ SLOTH. 25. EST. SHE/HER.

hi hello welcome 2 my twisted mind ☺️ marlowe is a character i’m still fine-tuning bc he’s brand-new, so this is unfortunately.... a bit of a mess.... and mostly made up on the spot.... c’est la vie!!

(a late addition but u can also peep his weheartit collection here 4 some vibes)

his government name is james marlowe but he only goes by marlowe & only introduces himself as marlowe like he’s madonna or sting....  most ppl who know him (apart from like close friends) probably don’t even know what his first name is. maybe he doesn’t have one!

hails from Appalachia, specifically a trailer park in a poor-as-dirt stretch of Virginia where he was born n raised, baby. he’s Appalachian white trash and not afraid to admit it. marlowe’s very casual about his upbringing and his dumpster fire of a family (no less than three relatives are currently incarcerated, one of which is his older brother who’s probably serving a minor sentence for whatever dumb shit Tim Riggins got got for in FNL or like, selling illegal fireworks out of his trunk :/ ). the only thing he’s a little self-conscious about is his twang which he’s mostly suppressed by now, but other than that, he’s got no shame in where he comes from bc lbr no authentic artist ever came from money anyway!

born sandwiched in the middle of five siblings, marlowe’s always been wild and creative and impulsive, a loud-mouthed kid with too much to say for his own good, prone 2 getting in trouble but learning absolutely nothing from it. it was his mission in life to be Different from all the other kids who grew up where he grew up, with the way he talked, dressed, acted, because he knew that he was destined for bigger n better things so it was just a matter of getting other ppl to believe it, & then seeing how far a little talent and a lot of charisma would take him >:)

from age 8 onwards, he told people he was an “artist” and that became his primary identity. when he was 16 he completed an independent sculpture project (called “Skyscraper”) where he constructed a 20-foot tower made out of junk collected from around the trailer park and then glued Barbies n other dolls all clawing over each other to get to the top, smack dab in the middle of Main Street and refused to take it down even when the local fire department showed up 2 threaten him with fines. it did eventually get taken down bc it was ‘structurally unsound’ and someone nearly got concussed by a falling mannequin head, but at least it got some attention from local newspapers and w/ that as the crown jewel in his portfolio, marlowe got into a few different art/liberal arts schools the following year. radcliffe was the only one who offered a partial scholarship and the east coast sounded nice n far from home, so anyways lets go ✈️ college 

FAST FORWARD its senior year babey and marlowe’s been making the most of his time here at radcliffe. he’s a fine arts major but specializes in mixed media sculptures (and probably is really shit at most of his other classes, like art theory where u actually have to read textbooks? still life drawing? boring. yawn. won’t do it.) his entire profile as an artist i’m cribbing from Rachel Harrison bc I saw her exhibition at the whitney a little while ago and her sculptures made me go ?????¿¿¿¿¿ which i think is exactly the kind of bizarre nonsense that marlowe is going for with his “art”. feast your eyes on these masterpieces. the joke of it all is that marlowe is the first to admit that his art isn’t like.... good. but his philosophy is that if people respond to it & praise it like it’s art, then by definition, it’s art. and if it gets him places (like it got him onto Cultured Magazine’s “30 Young Artists To Watch This Decade″ list), then yeehaw!

When he’s not busy creating new monstrosities, marlowe takes one fat nap per day (usually at a time when he has class) and is otherwise a very social creature who needs constant attention. he’s got a lot of friends and is always looking to make more, not in a #fake way but just as a person who genuinely likes being around people. he very quickly gets bored if left on his own, so he’s prone to following people around campus like a stray cat regardless of whether or not they tell him to shoo. he dorms at Noland but is almost always found in other houses, often crashing in other people’s rooms (needs to be close to his friends or He’ll Die), and he definitely frequents parties, bc marlowe never passes up an opportunity to drink other people’s booze and get a lil messy and Chaotic. he’s [jim halpert voice] not a slut, but who knows? he’s kinda a slut! he’s also definitely pulled another stunt similar to Skyscraper by taking over the quad for a guerrilla art installation with his sculptures (and without the school’s permission oops) which may be the basis for some connections if ppl know him from that particular exploit!!

in summary..... marlowe can be a bit up his own ass at times, but being around him is generally a Good Time bc he’s easy-going and friendly and always down for anything, always. litcherally zero impulse control so nothing gets in the way of a dumb idea that might potentially make for a good story. perhaps he’s not the most reliable person, so don’t expect a prompt text back if ur in a life or death situation, and he doesn’t care very much about anything, so ur setting urself up for disappointment if you do expect him to care about something (the fact that he’s never been in a long-term relationship... very telling). all he wants to do is just have! fun all the time! he’s trying to scam his way into the American Dream with his dumb art, so that he can live a good life and maybe get rich and famous and eventually party at Art Basel in Miami with Frank Ocean! is that really so much to ask!

appearance: marlowe’s very vain and a lot of thought goes into his appearance even when (especially when) it doesn’t look like he’s done anything but roll straight out of bed. all of his outfits are as outrageous as his sculptures are ugly. think mismatched prints and loud colors, silk shirts gaping open like he got tired after the first three buttons, a pawn’s shop worth of jewelry, weird dangly earrings w/ feathers or tiny charms, tinted yellow or pink sunglasses, sometimes a bandana around his neck, just for extra flavor. his hair always has to look perfectly tousled; u can catch him checking out his reflection in pretty much every mirrored surface. at least half the surface area of his body is covered in tattoos & he’ll suggest getting more during every drunken night out, which... is why he has so many by now!

connections: to be quite honest its 2 am and i feel all of my higher brain functions shutting down so i’m gonna make these very simple n straightforward, but we can always workshop!!!! pls feel free to message me even if none of these strike ur fancy :0)

peers in the arts - friends, acquaintances, rivals, probably some former group project members holding a grudge....

fellow party animals who don’t mind sharing when marlowe inevitably mooches off their alcohol and drugs :)

unlikely friends!!!!! it’d be fun to have a friendship dynamic with someone who’s very different from him!!

a roommate in Noland... possibly one he’s not on good terms w/... even tho marlowe hardly EVER sleeps in his own dorm room, he uses it as a storage locker for all his “found” art materials. i can imagine that living in that mess would try the limits of anyone’s sanity :)  

enemies - they can hate his whole Genius Artist shtick and they’d be valid :/

fellow insomniacs! marlowe is very much a night owl (regular naps during the day may be 2 blame but oh well) so he needs a fellow nocturnal to hit up the late-night McDonald’s drive thru with him and then lay on the grass lookin at the stars and contemplating life’s great mysteries while eating chicken mcnuggets 

exes - idk if u can even call them tht when his past “relationships” have all had a lifespan of six weeks or less, but hey there’s drama in that too!!

fwb - i don’t think marlowe’s the type 2 be juggling too many fwb/hook-ups at one time simply because That’s A Lot of Work. that being said... he never likes to sleep alone ;) 

[uruhabuns]

Sensuous (Epilogue)

A/N: So I guess this is the end of Sensuous ;___; tbh!! At first, this series was just an idea I had and wanted to write (even though no one asked lmao) bc it was the beginning of my summer holidays, and ya girl (and all u closet fantasy hoes) needed some form of relief as soon as Jilleoseo was released HAHA. I wasn’t expecting this series to get so much love!! Tbh, I was so surprised when I got messages from people telling me they were excited for the next chapters :’) Thank you to all you guys who have read and supported this, those who have stuck with me from the very beginning and waited so patiently for the last leg of the series!! I’ve enjoyed every moment of writing this series, and I hope you guys have enjoyed reading :’)

PS: Inseong said their next comeback will be even more sexy...what am I gonna do then......rip my poor cooch

Pairing: girl reader x sf9 members

Word Count: ~1.5k

No warnings!!

Prologue / Part 1 (Youngbin) / Part 2 (Inseong) / Part 3 (Jaeyoon) / Part 4 (Dawon) / Part 5 (Zuho) / Part 6 (Rowoon) / Part 7 (Taeyang) / Part 8 (Hwiyoung) / Epilogue

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“Shit!”

You woke up to the burning sensation between your legs, and joints in your upper body. You didn’t know if you were able to get out of bed at this rate.

You then pat your hands over your body; your clothes were on.

Okay.

No one tried to fuck you…yet.

The exhaustion and abuse of your body to its limit had finally caught up with you. Just how the hell did you managed to get fucked by not one, but eight gorgeous men in one week? Was it planned? If so, why did they plan it so suddenly? Something seemed suspicious. Throughout your two years of knowing the group, none of them seemed like they wanted to touch you inappropriately.

However, you could remember each time with each member. You could remember how they made you feel in their own unique ways, how they hit every inch inside you, how they hit your spot at different speeds and angles, how they managed to leave your body completely used and fucked almost unconscious each time, and how all of them managed to make you cum until you were numb…each member was so different, from their sizes to their thrusting strength, yet the same in that each of them gave you so much pleasure. They literally broke you into pieces. Even just the memories themselves were enough to make you want more. Throughout the two years, you didn’t realise that you had this desire until they sparked it. Or maybe you did always want them to fuck you, but you just shoved those thoughts into a dark corner of your mind. Either way, they stimulated your body to places you have never been, so now you knew you didn’t want anyone else to handle you.

Your muscles felt like they had contracted overnight, and refused to adapt to your movements, so your limbs felt like they were stretched so far each time you moved. You didn’t know how you were going to go home in this condition, or how you were going to walk normally when your parents were around, or how you could hide the purple marks on your neck. If they found out you had slept with your best friend and seven of his group mates, you would get kicked out for sure.

“Fuck…” you hissed, struggling to heave yourself up from Dawon’s bed with your elbows. You bit onto your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any noises. The burning pain and soreness between your legs felt like it became worse with every degree you lifted yourself at. You guessed that’s what you had paid for in return for the most mind-blowing sex from eight guys in a week. You wanted to stay in bed all day and not move so at least you could walk properly, but you had to go home. You didn’t want to leave. Not after what happened in the past week, anyway.

“Need some help, baby girl?”

Your eyes shot open wide at the words, and you looked up to see the owner of the familiar voice.

“Y-Youngbin…” you managed to whisper.

The older male only smirked and held his hand out. You blinked before you took it with hesitation. He wasn’t going to fuck you again…right?

Upon observing your reaction, let out a soft chuckle. He gently held your hand, and slowly pulled your arm to help you sit up. You then carefully managed to slide out of the bed with his hand still in yours.

“I-I think I’m okay,” you squeaked before letting go of Youngbin’s hand to painfully limp your way out the door.

As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with Inseong gazing at you, biting his lower lip with a small smirk. His arms were crossed while his back leaned against the wall.

“Do you need some ice to help with that pain, baby girl?” he asked, slightly smugly. Shit. Your eyes widened as a frightened whimper left your lips. You turned the other way to walk somewhere away from him.

No, no, no…this can’t be happening…you thought to yourself. You then reached the bathroom to see Jaeyoon patting his face with his face towel. Upon seeing him, you rushed up to him, and wrapped your arms around his torso in the hopes that he wasn’t going to tease you like the two eldest members. “Oppa, help!”

Jaeyoon jumped slightly in surprise before turning around to see you. A small smirk formed on his plush lips at the sight of you. “You’re up early, baby,” he said as he pet your hair. Your eyes widened once more. He then leaned down to your ear to whisper, “You ready for another round?”

You immediately let go of your grip and began to step back from him. Sure, sex with him was the most amazing thing you had ever felt, but even if you really wanted to, you just couldn’t go for a second round. It was way too risky. “U-uh…I…gotta go.”

You quickly walked off without taking another glance at Jaeyoon. What the hell was up with these guys this morning? They seemed normal and treated you as they normally would (even after fucking you) during the other days.

You were too busy rummaging through your thoughts when you collided face first into someone’s broad back, letting out a yelp in the process.

The ash-blond male turned around to quickly grasp your wrist before you fell backwards. He then pulled you up to his chest, and held you close. The proximity between the two of you, the feeling of his hard muscles against your body, and his pet name for you made your heart feel like it stopped.

“So what’s it gonna be, princess?” Dawon asked smugly. “Am I gonna have to buy a new outfit for you, or will you use the same one?”

You only let out another squeak as you pushed yourself off him and out of his grip before walking off to the direction of the second bathroom as quickly as the pain would limit you. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell is happening?!

You suddenly stopped in your tracks as you felt a hand gently cup your chin. You gasped, looking up at the owner of the hand, widening your eyes as you saw the familiar blueberry hair.

“Did you sleep well, ______? Daddy’s missed you.”

“No!” you yelped. That deep voice can’t turn you on again. You simply can’t give in to your lust right now. You immediately turned back to escape, but you were met with—

“With all that running, I think you’ll need that leash again, kitten.”

Your eyes were wide as you shook your head violently at the tall male, who only had a knowing smirk on his lips. You then dashed to the kitchen to hopefully find someone to protect you, but—

“So when are you gonna put on another show for me, baby girl? Shall I join you next time?” Taeyang said smugly as he was sitting on the counter.

“Fuck!” you hissed in surprise. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your mouth. You finally saw the pattern. Oh god. These boys planned this all along. When? Why? How?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a deep voice from behind you, making you freeze on the spot.

“If you still have that much energy even after I fucked your brains out just yesterday, we should go for another round. How’s that sound?”

You swallowed the burning lump forming in your throat. Taeyang only smirked and slid off the counter to walk past you. You then turned around slowly to see the boys gathered on the couches or on the floor in front them, staring at you as if they were ready to seduce you all over again.

Only then, when you faced the group, did you realise how many eight people really were. Only then did you realise that you had that many dicks inside you and ramming into your body. Some of them fucked you raw. Some of them had choked you. Some of them used your body to its limit. But the one thing they all had in common was that they all fucked you so well that you couldn’t walk properly the next day.

You let out a whine, dropping to your knees, then dropping to a sitting position with your legs positioned out to both sides of your body. What were you going to do after this? Will this just be a one-off thing and they would never fuck you again? Will your relationship with the boys change after this?

“But the real question is, ______,” Juho began, his chin resting on his knuckles as stared deeply into your eyes with his piercing gaze.

You swallowed another gulp. That spark of desire in your stomach had ignited once more. You felt your mouth starting to water again.

“What are you into?”

[memyself5022]

It’s 3am and I’m awake because a perfect storm of shitty events and biological factors and very specific circumstances have brought me back again to the point I enevitably find myself at a few times a year. Does its relative infrequency diminish its legitimacy? Or is it its circumstantial nature that makes it less clinically significant? Either way it makes me feel like everything up to this point has been a lie and that the only way out is either never sleeping, or going to sleep forever.  And you know what else? I have to work hard to keep its frequency below monthly, or even daily. So that surely counts for something. Anyway. Never sleeping it is tonight. Does that mean something? I’m simultaneously incredibly awake and brain dead. Do you know the feeling? Do you want to hear what I’m hearing?

1. You’re a doofus, he’s a doofus, you’re both fucking idiots. At least he isn’t actually a self aware, sensitive, emotionally intelligent and selfless person. You are and it makes your doofusery even more infuriating and unforgivable. You told him he was a stupid idiot for letting me go and wow guess what here you are doing the saaaaaaaame bullshit years later WOW SHOCK ME. Side note UNLEARN ALL THIS TOXIC SHIT YOU USE TO AVOID FACING YOURSELF AND THOSE WHO WANT TO LOVE YOU PLS because lord knows I am not up for another unpaid internship whereby I teach a 28 year old man how not to be an insufferable 12 year old who refuses to take responsibility for his own emotional growth and gives literally zero in return. TU,N. 

2. Ariana Grande is great. An inspiration to us all. Obviously. 

3. I’m sorry I forget about you. Truly, you’re a wonderful person and I can’t fathom how you’ve come out of everything not being an absolute dickhole like your dickhole brothers. I hope I haven’t made you lose your kindness and I hope you don’t drink so much red bull any more. I’ll always love you. Really. 

4. Can you not? Like honestly I know I’ve been a bit ‘much’ over the years but seriously can you just be a normal fucking friend for once? Maybe you never cared that much about me and I blew/blow everything out of proportion, but I don’t think so. There have been too many teary nights and slips of the tongue and eerie coincidences for it to be simply an annoyance that you’re happy to let slide. But maybe not lol. I don’t KNOW JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK WITH HERE. surely I’ve done enough in this particular unpaid internship for you to be at least AWARE that you should just tell me to fuck off if you want me to fuck off, or tell me you can’t or don’t want to or whatever. So it’s either you don’t really care whether I’m in your life or not OR you’re madly in love with me and I mean sure but like can you just fucking give me something?? Or just be an adult and try to take this wherever you want it to go? Who am I to you? I don’t know why but I can’t handle this just fading into obscurity, and I feel like maybe you’re one of the only people that I feel that way about and wow does that have an elusive explanation bc lord knows I cannot ever fucking ever see myself having you be a steady, reliable and real presence in my life. I just want to drink beers with you and talk about sex and why I’m Elaine and you’re simultaneously Jerry and Kramer and like maybe even go to Mexico together and be each other’s wingmen and do lots of coke OK IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?? I don’t love you by the way. Not like that anyway. Is that why you fuck off every time you get a girlfriend? 

5. Can I just live in a Japanese garden with Loki but like a version of Loki that likes to go on walks and hold hands with me when I’m sleeping? Even if it’s just regular Loki that’s ok too bc he’s great. His front legs are really long when he lies down like he is right now and it’s lovely. I’m scared I might break my teeth one day from clenching too hard. 

6. I think I hate my job. And any job I might have next. Don’t you hate that. Maybe I just hate here and there and them and him and her and everyone but who the fuck knows. If I was Virginia would I be happy? Probably not. If I just became a florist or a painter or a potter would I be happy? Probably not. I think the answer to any similar question would be probably not so it’s probably an entirely futile exercise. Moving on. 

7. I’m thinking about the time I first saw you after England (I think?) and we hugged in the street and you picked me up and twirled me around in front of whatever loser deadbeat friend’s house it was. That was real fucking nice and one of the times I think I’ve felt the most in my life. You’d laugh at that I’m sure. And I’m almost entirely certain you wouldn’t even remember it. Who are you? Do you even know? Tonight is one of the nights that I’d prefer those terrible fucking awful months and years to what I have now. Just so I could feel connected enough to something that it could hurt me so badly. You couldn’t hurt me at all anymore (especially not tonight) and that really really makes me want to die. Gross. What’re you like? Are you as happy as she makes you both seem?

8. I could probably do away with literally everyone in my life right now bar you two. Is that sad? Is that normal? Is my work laptop charger at your house somewhere?

9. LOL @ the credit card debt that’s coming my way in the next 2 months. Adding to it is the way I choose to cope with it right now and I think I’m okay with that. 

10. Man I reaaaalllly don’t want to see you this year but I guess I can’t change that. Let’s hope everyone ends up realising what I’ve realised sometime soon. Honestly you’ve made me feel really shit so many times over the years and you would have zero clue, do you ever examine the way you interact with people? Do you have as much of a sense of self importance as it seems like you do? Do you realise I kind of hate you and the way you’ve made me feel, especially with this latest bullshit? Dunno man. How much do you ~really~ self reflect? How much do you actually listen? Maybe I’m just jealous of you. That’s highly likely. 

11. I will appreciate what I have because of you and the kindnesses you continually demonstrate instead of focusing on how self involved and wasteful and judgemental and completely insufferable you are. Easy. 

12. I need to go see a crystal healer or some shit. Maybe tomorrow. Sleep now? 

13. Oh yeah and I’m really sad about tumblr getting rid of all its porn and how that will probably mean I don’t use it much any more.

14. I wish that I could be someone that is not me reading all of these now and know what picture it paints of who I am. I think I wish for those things more than most people. Is that narcissistic?

15. OH AND LOL I had a dream last night that my cunt of a boss’ baby actually turned out to be a lemur. How good.

17. I saw a picture of you recently and you look happier and fatter and jollier and I’m glad for you. I think I could be your friend now.

18. I think it’s time to go live in Amsterdam with Clark and Michael. Bye.