#can u tell i bullshit this

[i06gyu]

𓇼⠀₍⠀ʿ☕⠀𝗹𝗈֢𝗏ᥱ࡙⠀...⠀𝗂͜𝗌⠀𝗅𝗼𝗏ᥱ⠀!! ⠀─̸⠀ ✵

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ׅ ⠀⠀◯⠀⠀₍ pro꯭no꯭mes ₎⠀⠀𝗯꯭⍺ : 𝖻𝗂ᥱ⠀使 ?̸

[beanxiv]

NAGI X READER WHEN HE CALLS THEM A PAIN AND THEY GET SAD SO HE COMFORT THEM -🌷 anon

waiting ; nagi seishiro ✩࿐

warnings: hurt/comfort (im so bad at writing hurt/comfort so pretend this is good), petnames, nagi being mean (at the beginning), communication issues :/, established relationship

notes: nagi is definitely the type to bottle in all of his frustration and then take it out on you unintentionally, but its ok i can change him.

wc: 1.9k

"sei, can we watch a movie together?" you sit on one end of the couch while nagi lays on his stomach next to you (feet by your thighs and head facing the opposite arm rest) taking up the rest of the couch. his nose is buried in his phone screen, explosions and other video game sounds blasting from the speaker.

"uhhm, 'kay. lemme finish this round." your boyfriend mumbles, not bothering to look over his shoulder at you.

you sigh, but decide to stay patient. "okay, baby." you fiddle with the tv remote as you wait. when a couple minutes pass you tilt your head to glimpse at nagi's face. "done yet, shiro?"

"no. wait."

you frown, "okay.. but you've been playing for an hour before i asked you to watch a movie and you said you'd finish this round fifteen minutes ago."

"oh, my bad. i accidentally started a new round. i have t'finish the round now, can't pause an online game. just gimme a few more minutes." he still barely acknowledges you, nothing more than a slight shrug of his shoulders.

when another ten minutes pass your patience starts to wear thin. "seishiro, do you want to watch a movie together or—"

"i said wait a few minutes. the round is still goin— ah, fuck! you made me die.." nagi clicks his tongue in annoyance. pushing up off his elbows to sit up and angrily tossing his phone on the carpet. "goddamn, y/n. you're such a pain sometimes."

you blink, an ache building deep in your chest. "what?" you swallow the lump in your throat away. "i asked you if you wanted to watch a movie. you said yes and told me to wait. i waited fifteen minutes and asked again. you told me to wait. i waited again. i stayed patient for thirty minutes. now you're calling me a pain? after barely even looking at me today? you haven't talked to me since you came home from practice three hours ago!" you scoff in spite of yourself, "..really, seishiro. if you wanted space, you could have told me."

you see the weight of nagi's words start to process in his eyes, "shit— i didn't mean that, y/n. wait—"

"i'm tired of waiting, nagi." with that you slide off the couch and walk into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut before nagi can see tears of frustration threaten to spill over your eyes.

when the door shuts loudly nagi flinches but doesn't move from the couch. he sits there, swearing under his breath and running a hand down his face. "i'm such a fucking idiot.." he wishes he could kick himself for his stupid mouth. the image of your face completely falling into bitter sorrow when he called you a pain replays in his head. regret freezes his veins, and his own heart starts to ache each time your expression fills his brain.

he swears at himself again before jumping off the couch and rushing to your shared bedroom. he hesitates but manages to knock twice on the door.

"y/n, baby. i'm so sorry. please," he chews on his lip. please what? he doesn't even know what he's asking for. please open the door, please forgive me, or please talk to me? he doesn't know. he'll take any option at the moment.

he hears you shuffle to the door and sniff. are you crying? his heart breaks a little bit more at the thought of you hurt because of his idiocy.

"nagi, i meant what i said." you still haven't opened the door. but talking through the wood is better than nothing. "i'm tired of this. it's not the first time this has happened. you've ignored me a lot before. i understand if you want time for yourself, i do too sometimes. but don't tell me you're going to do something with me and not mean it."

"i know, y/n. i'm sorry, i just.." nagi isn't known for his way with words. he's not used to voicing his every thought. but he's willing to make the effort to fix his mistake and make it up to you. "practice sucked today. i was in a shitty mood after and i took it out on you when i shouldn't have."

he hears you sigh. the lock on the door clicks and you pull the door open. nagi searches your face for any indication of your reaction. his heart drops at the sight of your red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

he wants to pull you tight against himself— kiss the hurt away— but he holds himself in place. he doesn't want to push his limits until you completely forgive him.

"why didn't you just tell me? we've been dating for so long now, do you still not feel comfortable enough to tell me things?"

"no! i do. i just— today was so stressful, i just wanted to lock myself up in the house and play games to get my mind off of it. i didn't realize i'd been ignoring you all day, i'm sorry."

you let out a laugh that doesn't quite reach your eyes, "see? nagi, you could have told me all of this hours ago. none of this would have happened." you have a bitter look in your eyes that tells nagi you're still upset. "it would've been that easy. just a simple 'hey, y/n i had a rough day today, and i'm not really in the mood to do anything today.' and i would have respected that and moved on."

he steps forward and takes your hands in his, "angel, i'm sorry. really sorry for calling you a pain. i swear i didn't mean it. it was— i was projecting my frustration onto you when i should have just communicated it and found an output a different way. you're the farthest thing from a pain. you're— you're honestly the reason why i'm living my life," nagi breathes out a laugh. "if it weren't for you my routine would just be wake up, football, games, eat, sleep, repeat. and not only that, you're beautiful, inside and out. and you make me laugh, and you make really good food for me, and you help me take care of choki. actually, not only that— you help me take care of myself too. honestly, i don't know if i could survive without you, y/n. so please, please forgive me, angel."

you chew on your bottom lip, "nagi—"

nagi winces, "and please stop calling me that."

this pulls a ghost of a smile onto your lips which sends a flutter through nagi's heart. you think to yourself for a moment and the smile fades slightly. "seishiro, a relationship works two ways. you know that. for it to work you have to talk to me. tell me everything— if practice went well, tell me. if it was absolute shit, still tell me. if you feel like doing something, tell me. if you don't, tell me again. i didn't start dating you just for the title, sei. i want to be with you. i want to know what makes you happy, what stresses you out— i want to know everything you'll allow me to. in exchange, i'll trust you with my heart too."

nagi presses his lips together in a tight line, "i trust you with everything. you know i do. fuck, i trust you with some things more than i trust myself." nagi sighs through his nose, his eyes a window of rare vulnerability. a window that opened only for you. "i can tell you anything, y/n, i know i can. i just don't know how. it's not something i do. i mean before you moved in with me, i lived alone during high school-- until blue lock-- and i didn't talk to anyone except reo in school. i'm not used to talking about myself and what's on my mind. the only thing i ever spilled my thoughts to was choki— my cactus for fucks sake," nagi laughs dryly. he felt pathetic telling you something so stupid. it reminded him why he kept his heavier thoughts to himself. but...

"well, you have me now. ah, and choki too if it helps," is that a smile? you're smiling— only slightly, but a smile nonetheless.

does that mean you've forgiven him? no... even if you do forgive him, he still owes you a proper apology. he wont let you walk away without it.

"i think you're a better listener than choki," nagi admits. when he expected you to scoff in his face and turn away, you stayed and continued talking with him. "i just took to long to understand that. and i promise to work on it. i'm sorry, angel. i never want to hurt you, i only want to see you happy."

"thank you, 'shiro." you murmur, finally looking up at him. nagi searches your expression for any remnants of pain and he sees none, as soon as he sees the soft look in your eyes he exhales, all of his worry leaving his chest. you smile slightly, squeezing his hand a bit. "i accept your apology. and ill try to be patient too, i understand it takes time to completely share all of your thoughts and feelings, so i won't push if you don't want to tell me anything, but at least tell me that much if you don't feel like talking."

nagi nods, "i will. i promise, i swear i'll work on it. thank you, yn. thank you for forgiving me." he can't help himself anymore, and pulls you snug to his chest, his arms right around your waist as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. "i love tou so much.. i would beat myself up if i lost you because i'm a moron."

you giggle a bit, your hand coming up to card through his hair. "mhm, you are kind of a moron."

"yeah?" nagi chuckles back, sighing softy. you feel his breath fan against your neck and pull him from the crook of your neck to look at him.

"yeah, you are. but as long as we both work on communicating, we'll be okay." a grin tugs at your lips as you look at your boyfriend.

nagi nods, his soft white hair swishing a bit as he does. "i promise t'communicate better, angel. or at least i'll try my best for you."

"and that's all i'm asking for," you murmur, the grin still on your face as you lean towards nagi to plant a kiss on his lips.

nagi returns your kiss before pulling away to look at you, "you wanted t'watch a movie together earlier.. right?"

"are you sure?" you chew on your lip, looking at him with a furrow between your brows that he wants to kiss away. "if you're still not feeling up to it, it's oka-"

"i want to," nagi interrupts, pulling you in by your waist to kiss between your brows. "so let's go cuddle and watch something."

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[grimalditeuthis]

"stay the hell away from Ethics."

(the town, not the show. love the show. everybody should listen to it<3)

none of that is fireplace smoke btw it is all from january vaping

very rare occasion has come up today where i rotate something around in my mind enough that i come up with an achievable art idea related to it so um. i made it :) might redo another time (and plan it out better so the scanner doesnt fuck up one side) if/when i have more brainspace bc i think i could do more w this concept but. this is ok for now<3

[bisclavret]

his ass forgot to value his freedom 😭😭😭😭😭

[oceanwithouthermoon]

ive been unhealthily fixated on kubosai for the past few weeks, i just have no idea how to put it into words. kuboyasu aren and saiki kusuo are in love btw

[nyaskitten]

I'm gonna be SO honest: I think it's ridiculous to be upset that Ninjago is splitting the focus between years. LIKE, the og cast is literally Jay, Kai, Cole, Nya, Lloyd, Zane, Pixal, and Wu. That's already 8 characters. THEN, you add Sora, Arin, Wyldfyre, and Riyu, and that's TWELVE FUCKING CHARACTERS.

In WHAT world would Ninjago be able to balance TWELVE characters? I don't CARE if one of them is a dragon, it's still ridiculpus to act like this was "a huge mistake" or "the wrong move" or "the worst decision ever".

[lem0nademouth]

idk who needs this reminder but uh race is a social construct, ethnicity is not. we can use DNA to determine the ethnicity of someone post mortem, we cannot determine their race that way. using facial reconstruction techniques we can estimate what they may have looked like and compare that with definitions of race from their lifetime, but even that is shaky ground to walk on.

that being said: many ethnic groups do not rely on blood quantum and in fact many actively reject it (Indigenous peoples especially). ethnicity is not solely genetic. its culture, its language, its customs, its religion, its clothing. so when you see someone argue that the concept of a Jewish ethnicity is fake or propaganda, they are willfully ignoring the fact that Jewish culture in the diaspora is diverse and unique, and also makes diaspora Jews distinct from the populations of the countries they now live in. being Jewish significantly changes your experience of any given country because you blend your culture with your country’s. because of this, we have yiddish and ladino and other judeo-languages, we have diaspora groups, we have unique practices all over the world because of our unique ethnic background.

and still, if you sample DNA from a Jew in Romania and a Jew in England and a Jew in Ethiopia, their DNA will be considerably more similar than their own DNA compared to goyim from their home country. the ethno in ethnoreligion has meaning, and denying it minimizes Jewish identity at best.

[kairenn-n]

you know I didn't want to have to haunt you

but what a ghostly scene

my tears ricochet, taylor swift. (x)

[cassynite]

you know you gotta feel bad for dr. ethan murphy--the guy, not the vampire

like. this serial killer vampire comes and wrecks your shit and destroys your mind so you're a thrall. and THEN to top it all off he takes your entire identity, to the point where in the narrative you just don't fucking exist anymore

i mean presumably the b1 villain had like. a real name? like ethan murphy was an alias he put on, but it's so ubiquitous to him in twc that in book 3 when anwir is auctioning the detective he refers to them as "dr. murphy's experiment" or something. like did the agency never bother to get his real identity. did no one? they just let him keep the poor human's name he stole?

and the real dr murphy is alive(?) out there! yeah the supernatural world isn't going to be intersecting his life much anymore (hopefully) but he's like the narrative equivalent of a poor twitter user who has to put in his bio "not THAT ethan murphy" and still gets hate comments on every post he makes

[marsabillions]

pov they’re describing a bungee jumping accident to you

[rebelliousdandy]

[beanxiv]

hi beanie i saw u were asking for reqs for other fandoms so i came to the rescue ! have u seen that trend where someone's significant other says ily and they don't say it back?? u should do that with the kamaboko trio!!!

SAY IT BACK ! (gender neutral reader)

note: sorry for answering so late anon 😭 this is a very old wip that i dug up from my drafts but i hope u guys enjoy it

warnings: fluff, modern au

tanjirou kamado : his first thought is that maybe you didn't hear him.

he stops dicing up the vegetables he was working on and turns to you. "did you hear me, darling? i said i love you."

"yes, i know." you have to fight to keep a straight face.

you can see the gears turning in his head. "is everything okay?"

"yeah, everything's good."

"are you mad? did something happen- did i do something?" the frown on his face almost makes your façade crumble.

you glance at your phone, hidden away on a nearby shelf where tanjirou can't see it recording him. you struggle between two options, drop the prank and reassure your loving boyfriend, or continue and make yourself feel guilty...

'i might hate myself after this,' you think to yourself before getting your act together.

"no, why would i be mad, tanjirou?"

he's put the knife down by now, and is shifting closer to you, concern lacing his soft features. "are you sure?"

"yes, tanjirou." you nod. your boyfriend freezes.

"what?"

you haven't called him tanjirou since... well, he can't even remember. it was always either an endearing petname or nickname.

you play dumb, tilting your head innocently. "what, is something wrong, tanjirou?"

it seems your boyfriend has finally had enough, "yes, something's wrong! why are you calling me tanjirou? and why haven't you said it back??" his expression is downcast, like a kicked puppy and you finally break.

"i'm sorry, baby." you throw your arms around the brunette, "it's just a prank, don't worry." you point out your phone and tanjirou audibly sighs in relief.

"you really scared me, love. i thought you were mad at me.." he's quick to squeeze you tight to his chest.

"i love you so much, tanji. i'm sorry for pranking you," you say sincerely.

"i'm just glad everything is okay. i don't know what i'd do if you suddenly stopped loving me," tanjirou mumbled against the crown of your head.

you pull away in shock, "'stop loving you'?? as if that's possible?? i'll never stop loving you, so don't say things like that."

tanjirou giggles, "i'll never stop loving you either, darling."

inosuke hashibara : immediately thinks you've lost hearing or something. because why else wouldn't you say it back??

"did you go deaf or something??"

inosuke is staring at you with his hands planted on his hips and a pout on his lips to show his frustration.

"hm? no, i heard you, ino." you mumble without looking up at him, instead focused on a scrolling across the screen of your phone.

inosuke grunts in confusion, "are y'sure?"

"mhm, i heard you." you shift on the couch where you lay so that your back is to inosuke.

and this gesture shocks him. seeing you turn your back towards him.. now he's convinced something's wrong.

"hey! why're ya acting like that??" he pouts harder, his arms moving to cross over his chest.

"like what, ino?" you sigh, turning up the volume off your phone to tick him off.

"i said i love ya and.. y'ignored me!" he moves from where he stood by your head at the armrest to stand in front of the couch, your back still facing him.

"oh, did i?" you shrug, barely acknowledge his movement with a look over your shoulder.

"y..yeah, y'did!" he grumbles, resolve crumbling.

you finally turn to face him, "so? do i have to say it back?" your resolve is crumbling too.. this act is getting hard to keep up.

inosuke's jaw drops, "yeah! f'course you do!" his pout becomes less frustrated and more disappointed, "how am i s'posed to know you love me back if ya don't say it..??"

and that's the final blow to your mask. you sit up hurriedly, standing up to pull him into your arms, "aw.. i'm sorry, ino. of course i love you.. i promise it was just a prank, sorry love."

inosuke melts into your hug until the word prank. he pulls his face away from where it was buried into the crook of your neck. "a prank..? i- i knew that! i just wanted to.. prank you back." he says, knowing that both you and him are aware that it's a poorly strung lie.

you rub his back soothingly, deciding to fuel his ego a bit. "ahh, i see. well.. you really got me then, ino. you had me completely fooled, baby."

zenitsu: poor guy thinks you're gonna leave him 😭

"y/n.. i said i love you." zenitsu looks up from where his head was laid in your lap.

"mhm, i heard." you murmur flatly, eyes on the tv.

his expression twists into concern, "you heard? so.. why didn't you say it back..?"

you shrug, expression still blank. "didn't feel like it, i guess."

zenitsu scrambles off of your lap to sit up on the couch next to you, "you don't love me anymore?"

"i didn't say that," you finally turn to look up at him, schooling your expression.

zenitsu stares at you, wide eyed with worry. "but.. if you don't say it back that means you don't love me.. and if you don't love me that means you don't want to be with me.. and if you don't want to be with me that means you're gonna leave me.. if you leave me..--"

he goes on until you cut him off with a hand on his knee. "zen, it was just a prank. sorry baby."

zenitsu looks down at your hand on his knee before looking up at you, expression confused. "so do you love me?"

"of course i do."

zenitsu lets out a breath that seems to have held all his stress. "oh thank god.." he shifts to pull you into a bone-crushing hug, "don't do that again! what if i had a heart attack??"

"sorry, zen." you grin as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, hand coming to run through his hair. "i love you, zen."

"that's good." he murmurs against your neck, "i love you too."

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[theladyfae]

i think human nature/family of blood is a really good two parter in how it manages to show how full of shit ten is 🫶

[torontoicehounds]

Tyler Bertuzzi | Maple Leafs Media Availability 03.06.24

[some-greatreward]

maybe i need meds???

[filthystill]

open.

Desperately hungover, what a sad-sack, what a mess. His coffee table was seemingly split in half, TV torn off the wall-mount, hadn't removed his head from his hands long enough to really inspect the damage.

"The fuck did I do last night?" Croaked out, could barely hear himself over the ringing in his ears.