#couldn't even sleep

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[hinamie]

cursed kids v2 ⚠️👹

i've been a jjk first years stan since day one and have been wanting to redraw the first art i did featuring the three of them

[sunderwight]

I love fics where Shen Yuan transmigrates into one of Luo Binghe's wives, but consider:

Shen Yuan transmigrates into a female character who has never been mentioned as one of Luo Binghe's wives. However, he looks around, goes "I'm a beautiful woman in the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way" and subsequently decides that he absolutely must be a wife. Alas, curses, what a horrifying fate for an extremely heterosexual young man (who was definitely a man yup except no longer alas), but there is just nothing for it now she's gotta marry Luo Binghe and have sex with him.

Shen Yuan: I can't believe you're FORCING me to marry Luo Binghe

The System: actually user doesn't have to--

Shen Yuan: C L E A R L Y as a beautiful woman I have NO alternative so even if you don't make it an express order, there is nothing else I can do!

The System: marrying the protagonist is not a requirement for--

Shen Yuan: NOTHING ELSE I CAN DO

[swan2swan]

Until someone from the staff says otherwise, I will stake actual, genuine money that this was an exchange from the writer's room that made it into the show.

[lazylittledragon]

isn't it weird how if you get up at 7 or 8, do your work all day, then have free time and go to bed at 11 that's absolutely fine

but if i said i get up at 10, do fun stuff in the morning then work in the evening and go to bed late, i could be called lazy, nevermind that i'm getting just as much or MORE work done as i would in a traditional work day

[sunrotdropbrain]

Technically he can't force a Fazbear employee to nap but that doesn't mean he won't try

[eddiazx]

night moves - eddie diaz x reader

It's one of those sleepless nights.

You're not even sure why; but your mind decided to be a menace and start racing with thoughts on a random Wednesday night. The red glare of the alarm clock shows that it's 1:39 a.m., and the minutes keep ticking up. You've tried different positions and breathing techniques, but none were getting you to slumber.

Just when you consider getting out of bed and making yourself a cup of tea, Eddie stirs awake next to you. His brown eyes flutter open, and observe that you're very much awake, staring up at the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" He asks, voice sleep-laden and husky.

"Can't sleep. It's fine babe, go back to bed." You whisper back.

"Mm." You should've known that your boyfriend wasn't going to accept that answer, because seconds later, you find Eddie hovering over you, palms resting on either sides of your face. You feel his breath fan your cheeks, still minty from his toothpaste.

Eddie leans in, gently bringing two fingers from one hand to trace the profile of your face. The fingers trail their way down your neck, your chest, your stomach, when they finally slip past your underwear, and into your core.

"Eddie, what are y-oh."

Eddie starts leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of you.

Your eyes screw shut, and your head falls back against the pillow. Your hips start grinding against Eddie's fingers, somewhat of their own volition. Eddie crooks his fingers and not long after, you come with a moan, back arching towards Eddie, in the softness of the night.

Eddie takes his fingers out of you slowly, before leaning back in to give you a kiss on your lips.

"Better?" He mumbles the question against your lips.

"Yeah." You breathe in response, boneless from the high.

"Good. Goodnight." Eddie says, before settling back next to you, pressing his front to your back and pulling you into his arms.

You feel his hardness against your back, and as your eyes finally slip shut for the first time that night, you plan to give Eddie a thank you in a similar way in the morning.

[star-lights-up]

the random illustrations i did in as-close-as-i-could-get-to-quentin-blakes-drawing-style for my random matilda Jean grey centric/cherik au idea (this)

click for better quality

[howlsnteeth]

and are you really okay? are you really okay?

[luna-loveboop]

If you ask the chain for their worst/ most annoying enemy

Time: redheads- I mean Redeads

Twilight: *stifling a laugh* Shadow beasts

Four: *deadpan* Gibdos

Legend: *can't think of anything challenging* I'm gonna say, umm... *shoots a teasing glance at Sky* Sleep

Wild: definitely Guardians

Sky: Demon lords with long tongues

Hyrule: *looks at Sky* not even gonna ask about that one, but Octorocks. They're everywhere in my world

Wind: I was gonna say Octorock too! But specifically Big Octo, those are the worst

Warriors: ...

Warriors: SO WHAT AM I THE ONLY ONE WHOS GONNA SAY GANON

[copia]

THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF GHOST ⛧ DAY ONE

first song you heard — Mary On A Cross

September 1969; Papa Nihil and the beginning of the Ghost Project take to the stage at the Whiskey a Go Go club in Los Angeles, under the watchful eye of Sister Imperator. Fifty-three years later, in Tampa, Florida, Papa Emeritus the Fourth performs Mary On A Cross, unaware that he is singing the story of his parents—and that of himself.

[nothingbizzare]

Mother

[dreadark]

wtf is 1:30-5:30

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

THE TRAINEE Off Jumpol as Jane Episode 4

[5a-alf]

I fear Kevin Day is the type of person whose struggle always came second. He funcioned enough that while everyone knew he wasn't alright, it was also nobody's problem, as someone else was actively having a harder time and they took precedence. He internalises all his problems and keeps going and going but he is fueled by alchool and sheer desperation a 100% of the time. If he were to stop for even a second he wouldn't know how to start again.

Did he ever, at somepoint in his life -away from the ex foxes, a pro player, married to Thea- wish he had it worse, just so that maybe it would have been his turn being saved? Being first? How badly would he feel, just one second after thinking it, because he knows damn well he has enough trauma to fill a stadium and he isn't actually jealous of his friends that had it worse, he isn't . That's a fucked up thing to think, stop it, stop it.

Would he still drink himself into a stupor to shoote the ache, to banish the thought? That's the help he got, when he was at his worst, a drink, and then two, and then a thousand. And it worked, it made him go, it picked him up when he was down, and now he can't get down without crashing.

Did he wish to be saved? Did he hope somebody, anybody, took the time and put in the effort to help him, just because they saw him down, not because he begged, but because they noticed he could use a hand. Or two, actually. Was it torment, to always be under the spotlight, yet never been seen? Did he run toward fame hoping the more eyes on him meant it would be easier to be noticed?

[starry-bi-sky]

realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards

*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then