#but yknow whos counting

[robotbackpack]

Thank you to the blogs that kept your niche fanworks and rarepair posts up long after the fandom moved on for those of us who fall down wikiholes and suddenly get The Fixation

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

pokemon trainer kohane anyone?

[nonranghaes]

it's weird that you don't call out to jun when he comes into your apartment. jun knows that you know he was coming over at some point to spend time with you, and usually you greet him in some way when you hear the apartment door unlock. he's a little earlier than he planned, but you told him to 'come over whenever' and now he's a little worried that you didn't mean it. he quietly slips into the pair of slippers that stays here at your place, and makes his way further into your apartment to set down the bag of groceries he brought on your kitchen counter. your bedroom door is open, but the tiny room you use as a home office is open just a sliver.

he makes his way over, leaning in to listen for a moment... only to hear your voice. there's a little strain to it as you struggle through a sentence, and it clicks all at once: you're speaking chinese. albeit not very well (it's clear to jun that this is one-hundred percent new to you), but you're still trying. your pronunciation is a bit clumsy, but he can hear the way you try to use the right tone with what you're saying...

when did you start learning this much? jun had taught you little things in the past--the absolute basics, really, plus a few other little phrases that veer into his own cheesy need to hear you say sweet things--but this...? he steps back from the door. why hadn't you told him? you could have told him and he'd happily help you learn. but he trusts you: you must have your reasons to keep this a secret, so he won't push. he steps away, deciding to busy himself with getting ingredients put away--or set up for the two of you to cook together, in case you're hungry now.

then he knocks a cup into the sink, and immediately he hears you coming out of your office. relief crosses your face when you see it's just jun, and you lean against the open doorway.

"i didn't know you were here." you pause, and then he sees you get hit with realization. "... how long were you here?"

"i just got here," he says. it's technically the truth, isn't it? he's only been here for a few minutes. "were you working?"

you nod. "yeah. just had to answer a phone call," you lie to him, but he just nods and acts like he doesn't know that. you come up to his side, wrapping an arm around him. "is this for lunch?"

he leans over to you and presses a kiss against your cheek. "are you hungry?"

"mhm," you just snuggle in for a moment, enjoying his presence. "you should teach me more recipes you learned from your mom sometime."

jun finds himself smiling already. was that what this all was...? an attempt for you to understand him better? to show that you care for him so much that you want to know his culture, too? "i'd love to," he says softly, and wraps an arm around you to tug you closer to his side. "only if you teach me things you learned from your family, too."

then he'll make more efforts to understand you and your background, too. just to show you that he loves you as much as you love him.

[itslilacokay]

CHOSENWEEK FINALE : CELEBRATION / HEALING

happy birthday bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! /silly

anyways thats all the days compleeete! now i can finally say this..

ChosenWeek will officially come to a close on [November 6 at 12 AM GMT+8].

why that time specifically? welllll im aware that people have different timezones, like for example it could be november 5 for me but its still the 4th for some others which means its still chosenweek for that part of the world

so me setting it at november 6 will at least have me make sure that its at least near or exactly november 5 for all of us!

dw i have it already scheduled so when it comes up then it. comes up yeah

[krikidilly]

Yours is a life worth living.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

i wish to be your shadow , forever behind you , even if i am not good enough

plus some extra. they are quite literally metal boxes. i wonder how large they are in actually. im assuming human size? i also never realized just how complicated hokma's was.. i think its all the gears

[suntails]

oh i forgot. happy pride month

[luna-the-cretar]

Yknow, the only thing I knew about EOM before going into it was the ship between Lethica and Marius (tho I didn’t know the characters names, just the ship between them via fanart), and I had kinda written it off as “oh, hot boi x hot girl, okay”.

(Spoilers up to episode 11 under cut)

But then I started watching EOM. And with the mixture of their personalities blending well together, the constant back and forth with “I agree with Marius” “I agree with Lethica”, the literal Darkness x Light trope (granted, mostly it’s because of their respective gods, but still), and just. Specific moments.

Like Lethica paying attention to what Marius ate for breakfast the previous morning, and took some with her to give to him when he caught back up to them after his conversation with the High Inquisitor, or Marius somehow fucking reviving Lethica (despite not having the Revivify spell available to him at their current level), and their hug afterwards??? I just.

I get it now. I mean, I started getting it by the time they cleansed the Crooked House, but now? I’m fucking loving this ship. It is just. Amazing. I love it.

[smilysstuff]

Grif and Wash friendship is underrated fight me

[plushie-lovey]

I feel like ganz/webkinz were really going somewhere with the designs of the peppermint puppy and pumpkin puppy. They still feel like they fit with the love, peace, and clover puppies, but are their own unique thing at the same time. I wish they'd continued along that route instead of choosing to make patterned puppies with busy designs and printed fabric (such as the spooky puppy, texting puppy, cupcake puppy, etc.) But that's probably a hot take lol

[maengekyou]

you know rocks fall; scene end by RK7200? no? go read it and thank me later :)

Kakashi is back in the past, he is supposed to be dead. Instead, he has been given Uchiha Obito's script. or: There’s an Akatsuki member called Sukea who is mystifyingly familiar to Team Minato.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

IMAGINE. working at ur stupid uhhh job or whatever. pulling into your drive way and ready to work on some crazy project in your garage. opening the door to the most unfamiliar silence. did your wife and kid leave for something? could you imagine knocking on your kids door, hardly getting an answer, and opening it to find the splattered remains of your wife across his room your child is scared! hes hardly consolable, in a state of shock and terror. you are too, but youre the adult here. you need to take charge. you need to protect him. you need to do something. you need to do something.

[sp1resong]

i think the reason im like this is because i speedran every Teenager Phase when i was like 11-12

[kk-cats]

They are dead, maybe. Not quite.

Dead in the head, dull and aching in a way that doesn't quite make sense. And it burns. Oh, how it burns. (A throbbing headache. Flame flickers at their fingertips. No, wait. Does it? They can't quite tell. The mental plane is so hard to tell apart from the physical world, sometimes. Not always. Sometimes.)

They are a shadow in Gotham's streets. A lithe little thing, armed with spray paint and a taser and abilities they can't quite comprehend. They don't have to.

All they need to is to listen. To see.

To hear the screech of hatred, to see the blueish yellows but not quite of cruelty. (Is it even a colour? Maybe. Somehow. How do you describe the colour of a sense?)

They just need to know.

So they follow the song of cruelty-desperation-pain along alleyways. Let their feet tap-tap-tap along the ground. (Nobody will hear them. Nobody will see them. Good. It's safer that way.)

Spray the criminal in the face. Taser before they can even realise they are being attacked.

Close their third eye because violence is terrifying and the intent to hurt is a burning thing against their skin.

(It never quite fades. They can't close it. It's not merely an eye, after all. Not a physical thing.)

They are a ghost in Gotham's streets.

Small and scared and silent.

Nobody will hear them.

Nobody will see them.

But that doesn't mean their actions aren't noticed.

A criminal distracted, blinded by paint. A cat helped out of a tree. Supplies taken from stores with coins left in their place. The little things. The not so little things. It builds. It adds up.

They are a ghost in Gotham's streets.

Please don't hear them.

Please don't see them.

(It's far too scary to be known.)

[breadedsinner]

“This Bioware character is straight,” and yet I have never encountered a single fan of theirs who was straight.

[most-orange-cat]

I would host a cute little party, and invite a bunch of my friends, and this one cute transboy I've been eyeballing,,,

and I'd wait for him to get a little drunk, tipsy enough that his cheeks would be red and his eyes would flutter when he talked,

and I'd beckon him over to my couch, so we could talk, and he'd come like the good puppy he is,

and I'd tell him to strip,

and when he looks back at me, confused, I'd take it into my own hands and tear his jeans open and leave him to pull them down in front of everyone,

and he'd be so embarrassed, with his pants around his feet revealing the panties he'd think no-one would see, the hair on his legs standing up,

and when I push him down onto my couch and straddle his lap, he'd whimper as I slide my hands into those panties and pinch and stroke his big clit, swollen with testosterone and erect with arousal,

and he'd squirm when I feel how wet with embarrassment he is,

and his words would slur as he says, "not here," as I force my fingers into his tight hole,

and the nipples on his little boobs would be hard, poking into my palm as I grope his chest,

and he would feel the heat of the partygoers stares on his skin, trying and failing to keep his composure,

and with alcohol and pleasure pooling in his stomach, he wouldnt be able to hold it in anymore,

and he would sigh in relief as it spilled out of him, only for that relief to be replaced by shame as his panties are fully saturated with his hot urine, spilling out and onto my couch,

and he'd be a bad dog,

and he'd wince when I command him to get on the floor and kneel, and he'd do it,

and I'd strike him across his fuzzy ass, leaving a red mark under the hair his injections were fighting to cause,

and I'd offer him to whoever wanted him next.