#bad thoughts in the brain rn

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[dailygihun]

day 12 || underrated trio in my humble opinion (just lineart under the cut cuz im stuck on which to post)

[truly-sincerely]

Obsessively reading everything in game by and about Gortash and the dude is

On a philosophical trajectory that ends in immortality thru technology / the machine

Doesn't have an original bone in his body, but he can backwards engineer anything

Halfway to being a decent scientist but doesn't have the education and is deeply impatient

Overconfident in the veracity of his own results and conclusions

Accurately predicted that the brain would metamorphose and become more difficult to control and then did nothing about it

Outsources his propaganda / arts and humanities

Charming, but he got there in a Pavlovian way (learned from trial and error and probably doesn't consciously know how he does it)

Vindictive af (learned / reinforced)

Darwinian (in the worst way)

Sociopathic, obviously, but extremely Rationalist about it

Never asks questions he doesn't know the answer to and probably thinks this makes him sound more authoritative

Completely incompetent as a strategist (but doesn't know it)

Not nearly as narcissistic / full of himself as he pretends to be

Thinks what he wants is praise but it's never enough because it's not actually what he wants (he wants to be wanted)

Bane makes him feel wanted (conditionally)

Durge made him feel wanted (unconditionally)

Understands intellectually that Durge got ambushed, but he feels abandoned

See also: thematic parallels between Gortash and

Silouv Yali (the Adamantine Forge & the construct Grym)

Oliver (in the shadow-cursed lands)

Astarion and Gale, obviously

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Can you guys believe it's been over a year since I first drew her,,,,

[lakesparkles]

Out of nowhere I just started feeling kinda guilty about liking Nam-gyu? Idk why this is happening, I never felt bad about him before

My brain can be so annoying sometimes

[spiderlegs1111]

So, it's about time that I produce some headcannons for my ppt humans! Eddie is kind of questionable, since I made him Hispanic, but I don't really know much about race and I don't want to be stereotypical. But, Leith and Stella are almost done, so I'll start with them!

● leith and Stella get along surprisingly well to the other employees, given their contrasting roles in the factory. In the employee handbook, it mentions how leith and Stella works together for the curriculum of the school in playcare?? So that sparked my interest of them being close friends. Also since they both have such whimsical personalities I think they would generally click anyways.

● as children, I honestly keep debating on whether or not they should be farm folk or rich individuals, but either way, they play with each other after school or home studies, because I really like this headcanon that Stella has slightly more serious parents so leith would just show up at Stella's window while she's working on womanly stuff and go, "Hey, you wanna sneak out?" With a goofy smile on his face like that one scene in Aladdin lmao

● since they're both in the 'imagination department' of things, I like to think as children they would have strangely active imaginations so every other kid would just look at them like they're insane but Leith and Stella are too involved in their fun games they wouldn't notice

Anywho, I'll probably write more abt thier parents and other quirks later idk

[ssongsboo]

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❕ : 69 // slight somno

⟢ i bet you wanna be mine .ᐟ

he’s still out cold when you wake up, tangled in the sheets like he’s part of them. soft morning light cuts through the blinds, painting golden bars across his bare face, the slope of his shoulders, the teeth-shaped bruises down his neck.

last night still clings to him- damp curls sticking to his forehead, faint pearls of sweat glittering against his throat. he’s sprawled out, one arm slung over his head, lips parted like he’s still moaning for you in his dreams.

you ache everywhere, but you feel good. fucked-out and warm and full of him in a way that lingers. you should get up, should shower, should maybe even let him sleep off the afterglow of last night. but instead, you just… look at him.

he’s too pretty like this.

his face slack, lips parted, soft breaths moving his chest in gentle waves. he looks like a painting. and maybe it’s the way the sheets have fallen low on his hips, or the memory of how he moaned for you last night, but your thighs press together under the covers and your mouth starts to water.

you shift a little, careful not to wake him, and trail your fingers down his stomach- just watching the way he reacts, even in sleep. the way he twitches under your touch.

you don’t even mean to take it further, but you just need a taste. just need to feel him on your tongue again.

you let your lips brush over the head of his cock, featherlight, just to see. and the sound he makes- barely there, breathy and soft- makes something in you snap.

you settle between his legs, pushing the blankets down just enough to breathe, and take your time with him. slow, almost lazy. kitten licks along the underside of his length, soft kisses to his thighs, tongue tracing where you bit him the night before. he’s already half hard from your teasing, shifting slightly in his sleep, brows twitching like he’s trying to chase the feeling in a dream.

you wrap your lips around him again, a little deeper this time. hands sliding up his stomach, nails just grazing. you hollow your cheeks and let your spit drip down, working him nice and wet, savoring how heavy he feels on your tongue. it’s not even about getting him off yet- it’s about tasting him. letting your mouth worship him like he deserves.

and that’s when he gasps awake.

“fuck… baby…”

his voice is wrecked, rasped raw from begging your name, and it sends a ripple of heat straight between your thighs. he barely opens his eyes, but his hands find your waist like they always do- needy and sure, like his body remembers even if his mind is still catching up.

“come here,” he murmurs, tugging you up, shifting you until your thighs are straddling his face under the covers.

you laugh softly, breathless, but you listen- because of course you do. because when xayden asks like that, voice thick with sleep and lust, there’s no such thing as saying no.

you adjust your position carefully, still bobbing your head, now angled across his chest with the blanket draped over both of you. and the second your pussy brushes his lips, he groans like it’s the first inhale after drowning.

he licks into you like he needs it. like he needs you. tongue slow at first, savoring your taste, then firmer, hungrier, pushing his face deeper between your thighs. your rhythm falters for a moment- dick slipping from your mouth as a gasp escapes you- but he grips your ass and pulls you back down with a low, desperate sound.

“don’t stop,” he mumbles against your cunt, already breathless, “wanna feel you… wanna taste you while you suck me off…”

his words make your whole body pulse. you sink back down on him, sloppier now, spit-slick and aching, your own moans muffled by the weight of him on your tongue. he’s leaking for you, so sensitive it makes his thighs twitch under your hands.

he alternates between licking and sucking, tongue dragging from your clit down to your hole, then back up again like he can’t decide which part of you he loves more. he makes the filthiest noises under you- wet, obscene, shameless. and when he sucks on your clit just right, your hips buck and you choke a little around his cock, which only makes him groan louder.

his hands roam constantly- gripping your waist, squeezing your thighs, sliding up your sides under the oversized t-shirt you forgot you were still wearing. he’s not in a rush, and neither are you. it’s messy and lazy, drawn out and overwhelming and so perfect- tangled limbs and sleepy moans, both of you drowning under the blankets in each other. your legs tremble over his shoulders as he licks deeper, and you feel him throb in your mouth at the sound of your whine.

his hips start to stutter under you, and you can feel it- feel how close he is by the way he breathes, the way his hands tighten, the way his tongue gets just a little more frantic between your legs.

“baby,” he whines, voice muffled against you, “gonna cum if you keep going like that…”

have to give credits to my pretty baby @silly-flower419 bc weve talked abt this briefly and ive been soo insane ever since so like this was partly her idea go show her some love 😛😛

[uncanny-tranny]

Every time you think, "Oh, I don't have [x condition], I'm basically cured!" that is the devil talking. You aren't cured, you are likely going through periods of your symptoms waning. Don't cease whatever you're doing to help yourself, like medication, for instance, because it's likely you still have the conditions or symptoms, even if you aren't noticing them as frequently or severely.

[rollingchibi]

unpopular opinion: i don’t like antinous in red.

(for once, soul has no further analysis. i just don’t like it.

i find it boring, overdone, and reductive to the character profile due to the persistent demonization of the color.

and i know someone’s going to use sparta as a reason, but that man is from ithaca. miss me with that. put penelope in red, then, if that’s your reasoning. i also know that someone’s going to bring up the fact that it was common to gift for transitions in life, as was the case in many cultures—i.e; weddings—but that doesn’t make it not boring. if you’d like to talk about something interesting—

put antinous in purple.

purple was royalty and divine—it was associated with the gods, kings and queens. it was expensive and rare. antinous, who is vying for the throne and pictures himself the leader amongst the suitors, would absolutely wear purple.

and you know what’s even better? yellow.

yellow was power. yellow was the sun and vitality and opulence—radiance. central. put him in yellow and see how much better it highlights his character traits—his self-perception of grandiosity, and his ability to command a room and over one hundred men.

i love red. i think antinous looks good in red. i think its meanings suit him well—life and death, passion, virility. but it’s all i see people using for him. let’s explore something else, okay?

put him in green!

its meanings are wholly contradictory to his character—growth, new beginnings—but that can also be a matter of perspective, and it can add layers to the depth of his person! it can be complimentary, with green symbolizing nature, as well, providing an indication towards his ruthlessness as can be found in nature and the very circle of life.

just—be inventive! take risks! stop putting him in red!

i’m begging!)

……..

….soul said there would be no rant.

…..there was a rant.

(put him in white! and i’m talking full white, including his chlamys or himation or whatever else you put on him. he fancies himself powerful and a leader? let him wear the color of the gods. look at how much the simple changing of the color of his clothes elevates the understanding of his character.

put him in blue and see how it brings out new aspects that haven’t been considered—tranquility, meditativeness, a steady approach to this whole game, the currying of favors and opinion amongst the suitors, charisma. put him in black and see the extra mystery is adds to the backstory we know nothing of.

there weren’t a whole lot of colors in ancient greece, but what existed had meaning and purpose. use it and abuse it, y’all. there’s more than just red.)

[bows4tyun]

get me pregnant get me pregnant get me pregnant get me pregnant please i beg you choi soobin

[padfootastic]

god lesbian prongsfoot just. goes so hard

[bugsinshoes]

"HEYA ROMEO"

[dumbpotpup]

wanna be in puppyspace so bad right now 😵‍💫

[zuzu-romeave]

jo’s last name is kinda shown this episode but i cant make out the last part of it im losing my mind

[king-lena]

watermour + text post meme (part 34) // inspiration credit to @watermourdivorce and their top tier watermour coded reblogs

[ontosgold]

I adore sun/moon ryomina dynamic... but specifically how ryoji is the moon to makoto's sun. in the way that the moon is a reflection of the sun's light. without the sun there is so moon, but also the moon brings meaning to the sun's existence...