#dabs my forehead

[fraternum-momentum]

look at my poggers collarbone tattoo

[doctor-vertigo]

You could probably guess from the amount of Dr. Loboto art I reblogged earlier but I like psychonauts, so naturally I made an oc. Idk a lotta details about her yet, but she’s part of the thorney towers asylum group and has severe anxiety which makes it difficult for her to leave her mattress fort without being wrapped in a giant comforter. And yes I am going to selfship through her because what else would you expect from me at this point

[sundrykitsch]

AF Attacks!! 4+5 Lyonel for staarcaake Sierra for blank_0ut

[cursed-rat-of-homosexuality]

"Sugar, I can't feel you"

W H A T

T H E

F U C K

[galedekkarios]

jsyk i love all the comments about Gale you leave in tags and those posts you made where you talk about him xD

aw shucks... well jsyk that's very kind of you to say and i thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. 🫂 i'm glad that my madness is enjoyable for at least one person even if the reminder that i'm not actually talking to myself in a padded room did give me a jumpscare 💜

[maxellminidisc]

My seasonal allergies need to chill the fuck out, I dont think hives are an additional reaction necessary to have over some fucking plant jizz!!!

[mondaymelon]

Melon... sweetest... no.... save ur mental health from kpop idol training...

Also as for groups... It's hard to not hyperfixate on SKZ but I do listen often to G-Idle, Mamamoo, Chungha, Sunmi... Purple Kiss... Skz is actually a girl group/j Changbin's the hidden girl group member fr

Also I also used to have the same haircut as that hyunjin LMAO I GOT CALLED DORA 😔

-lost children anon

nononononononononono i aint going to fly all the way to korea and start my kpop trainee life where tf am i going to get an income and housing and food and the ability to exist

IM JUST SAYING MAN. MY MENTAL heALTH IS ALREADY KINDA THROTTLED. SO. YEAh. ITD BE DAMAGING. BUT WOULD IT REALLY MAKE A D I F F E R E N C E

( OMG YES I LOOOVE G-IDLE AND mAMAMOO!! i listen to a wee bit of everglow too... honestly i dont listen to that many girl groups in the first place but thats fine since changbin IS. LIT ERALLY. A GIRL KPOP IDOL. iSTG. ALL THE CHALENGES> HES BUSY FROLICKING WITH PRETTY WOMEN AND HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE. HE LOOKS SO ALIVE LMAOOO )

yk when i first cut my hair short my brother called me dora and then took a step back was like. hmm. nahh. you kinda look like rukia from bleach. WHICH IS A VERY FUCKING BIG COMPLIMENT BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN THE WOMAN. SHES SO MMM M MM. MM.

( ngl the anime itself.. is a lil... BUT THE FANART VERSION HOLY HOLY HOLY SHES OS DAMN PRETTY FJSDOFJLDSJGS )

[johnny-chaos]

thinkung so much about benr y it’s makingme scared and a little nauseous

[samwisegamgee]

GT: HOLY MOLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[helsex]

[I.D. A photo of a PC setup. There are two monitors next to each other, a keyboard directly in front of the left monitor, and in front of the keyboard is a tissue box with a mic resting on it and a red mouse that sits sideways. In front of the right monitor is a white mug and a glass resting on papers as well as a speaker. The brown desk looks to be standard height and in the right corner a black desk chair can be seen. END I.D.]

HPLY SHIT ETHO PIC

[nightsvvimming]

I have female genitalia, I don't consider myself a girl, I'm attracted to all kinds of gender presentations, and I'm grossed out by male genitalia. What am I?

[gibbearish]

huh

[lizziesangel]

RAFE CAMERON - can't get enough

x HIGH MAINTENANCE!FEM!reader - MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: he can’t get enough of your kisses (5 times he wants your kiss and the one time you want his)

WORD COUNT: 877

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: kisses, lots of kisses, soft!rafe cameron

the first time

“rafe, don’t even think about it,” you warned, holding up a hand to stop him in his tracks. you were perched at your vanity, delicately putting the final touches on your lip gloss.

rafe, leaning against the doorframe, tilted his head with a grin. “think about what?” he asked, though his eyes were already on your lips.

you gave him a pointed look. “you know what. i just finished, and if you kiss me, you’ll mess it all up.”

he took a slow step forward, then another, ignoring your protests as he stopped just behind your chair. “you look so pretty,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“rafe.”

“just one,” he said softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

you pulled back, huffing as you turned to inspect the damage in the mirror. “it’s sticky now! you never listen.”

he laughed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head. “you look perfect, even if your lip gloss is a little smudged.”

the second time

you were deep into your nighttime routine, carefully patting moisturizer onto your face when rafe walked into the bathroom.

“what are you doing?” he asked, leaning against the counter and watching you with a curious look.

“my skincare,” you said simply, dabbing a bit of eye cream under each eye. “you should try it sometime.”

he smirked. “i’ll leave that to you, princess.”

you rolled your eyes, turning back to the mirror. “okay, what do you want? you’re staring.”

“a kiss,” he said immediately, stepping closer.

you turned to him with an exasperated sigh. “rafe, my face is all sticky from product. you’ll hate it.”

“don’t care,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

before you could stop him, he kissed you, pulling back with a satisfied smile despite the faint scent of your moisturizer lingering on his lips.

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“and you’re adorable,” he shot back, pressing another kiss to your forehead for good measure.

the third time

the sun was setting, and you were chatting with sarah and wheezie near the food table when rafe appeared out of nowhere, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“hey,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist.

you looked up at him, smiling. “hey yourself. having fun?”

“not as much as i could be,” he said, his tone teasing as he leaned down slightly, his eyes flicking to your lips.

you quickly caught on, shaking your head. “not here, rafe! your whole family’s watching.”

he shrugged. “so? they know you’re my girlfriend.”

before you could argue, he leaned in and kissed you softly, pulling away just as quickly.

sarah groaned dramatically. “ugh, get a room, you two.”

you flushed, nudging rafe’s side. “see what you did?”

“worth it,” he said, smirking as he reached for a drink.

the fourth time

you were pacing the living room, phone pressed to your ear as you talked to one of your friends about an upcoming event.

“no, i think we should go with the gold theme—it’s classier,” you said, pausing to listen to their response.

rafe was sprawled on the couch, watching you with an amused expression. when you passed by him for the third time, he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“babe, stop,” you whispered, waving him off.

he ignored you, pulling you closer until you were standing right in front of him. “just one kiss,” he whispered back, a playful smile on his face.

you glared at him, but he leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you could stop him.

“sorry, i got distracted,” you said into the phone, shooting him a look.

rafe just grinned, leaning back like he hadn’t done anything wrong.

the fifth time

“careful!” you warned as rafe grabbed your hand, admiring the shiny new polish on your nails. “they’re still wet.”

he raised an eyebrow. “so? i’m not touching them.”

“still, don’t mess with me,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he pulled you closer.

he smirked. “mess with you? i’d never.”

before you could argue, he kissed you, holding you close despite your half-hearted attempts to scold him.

“rafe! now i’m all distracted,” you whined, though you couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

“good,” he said, grinning. “you’re cuter when you’re distracted.”

bonus

it had been a long day, and rafe was lying on the couch, his head resting on a pillow as he flipped through channels. he looked so relaxed, so content, that you couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

without a word, you climbed onto the couch and settled beside him, resting your head on his chest.

“hey,” he said, his voice soft as he looked down at you.

“hey,” you replied, tilting your head up to look at him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised when you leaned up and kissed him gently.

when you pulled back, he grinned. “what was that for?”

“just felt like it,” you said with a shrug, though your cheeks were warm.

“you’re cute when you’re sweet,” he teased, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“don’t let it go to your head,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.

[pseudowho]

"--and this is the staffroom," Gojo sing-songed, swinging open the door on your First Day Tour, with you a few steps behind him, "--ah! And that's Nanamin. Say hi, Nanamin!"

A tall, suited blond man looked up from his spot on the sofa as you peered in; at first, he simply nodded to you, disinterested. Then, Gojo spoke again while leading you out.

"--he's not very fun, don't worry-- no sense of humour."

Your final glimpse as the door closed, was of the blond man's irritated scowl.

It was true; Kento clearly didn't make people laugh, for he was either too mean or too subtle to be funny. This was the case, at least, until you. And you had no idea what your laughter did to him.

You had formed an alliance of respect, an easy bond that would have been camaraderie if not for Kento's standoffishness. You felt him hover nearby on joint missions, close enough to lunge to your rescue, but far enough that he could resist your magnetism.

Talking, and surveying the abandoned school, you spoke aloud as you walked down the stairs.

"So perhaps I'll take the East Wing, and you take the We--ergh!"

You reeled back, having walked headfirst into a buckled ceiling. Kento stepped to your aid, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, and lifting your chin to look at your forehead. He huffed, barely a puff of breath through his nose, wiping dust from your forehead before grumbling.

"You'll be alright. Not much in there, anyway."

You burst into laughter, and Kento electrified, absolutely rigid. You patted his chest, still giggling as you walked away, cooing back over your shoulder in a way that utterly melted him.

"So mean."

You soon learned that Nanami Kento was possibly the funniest man at Jujutsu High. Dry and unforgiving in a way that made your brittle colleagues crumble, you found yourself, instead, choking back laughter every time he crippled one with another savage put-down.

When Yuuji arrived late to a mission, Kento stepped over to him and, poe-faced, pulled up his shirtsleeve to show Yuuji his wrist.

"This," Kento hummed, flat, "is a watch. You can buy one at any good supermarket."

When a waiter slopped coffee over Kento's shoulder, Kento dabbed at it to the waiter's frantic, apologetic bowing. Kento raised a placating hand and insisted to the confused waiter.

"It's alright. I never liked this suit anyway."

When you stood at the staffroom window with him, watching a monsoon in companionable silence, Kento murmured over the rim of his mug.

"Lovely day."

He had timed it just-so, and barely concealed his lopsided smirk when you choked on your tea. Shoko walked in, drenched, looking at you and Kento in dismay. You coughed, opening your mouth to speak, but Kento got there first, firing shots.

"Is it raining?"

Shoko scoffed, sputtering, while you buckled against the windowsill.

Kento grabbed a hand towel and an umbrella, heading to the door. As Shoko reached for the towel, Kento pressed the umbrella into her hands instead, his expression flat, but his voice edged with a feral pleasure that made you come undone.

"You'll need this."

Kento's meanness was tempered only by his self-deprecation, and when you took as good as you gave, you felt his icey facade melt away completely, revealing such warmth.

It was no wonder you were drawn to each other, when the only reason neither of you laughed together, was because you were in a constant stand-off for who could remain poe-faced the longest. Kento always won.

Still, you felt the need to break him; you had cracked smiles, or the occasional chuckle out of him, but nothing more. You knew nothing more than the truest irony would do it.

The day came; you arrived, to your usual staffroom rendezvous, covered in blood. Kento paled, abandoning his book to rise immediately and reach you in three long strides.

"--you're hurt-- we'll go to Sho--"

"Kento. Stop. It's not my blood-- it's Gojo's."

Kento did a double-take, his eyes narrowing in disbelief, so you explained.

"Gojo invited himself to teach me about Curses that are 'above my paygrade', so he took me to one. I told him this Curse was clearly more powerful than it looked, and Gojo told me to step back so he could handle it. Said he'd even do it without his Infinity on. So I stepped back."

Kento's nose flared, barely perceptible.

"...and?"

You took a deep breath. "So, Gojo has a broken nose--"

Kento broke down with a wheeze, before bursting into a rich, deep rolling laughter that split the clouds with sun. His hands clasped the windowsill, his eyes crinkled, and his shoulders shook with wicked, throaty mirth.

You felt yourself becoming drunk off him, utterly intoxicated by his laughter. Kento couldn't stop himself, trembling with schadenfreude to the point of indecency.

Finally, sighing and straightening as if exhausted, Kento wiped his eyes with the side of his finger, and smiled at you with sweet adoration. Laughter still threatened to break through as he begged you.

"Would you-- would you like to go out for dinner? With me?"

You paused, your expression pained.

"Ah...no. No, thank you."

Kento froze, his face beginning to fall. You looked down at yourself, and announced, still deadpan.

"It's just-- I'm covered in blood, you see--"

That sent Kento over the edge again.

You remained content throughout the years of your marriage, for Nanami Kento to be viewed by others as boring and humourless. You found yourself jealously greedy of his rare laughter, anyway.

After marriage, you viewed it as the highest badge of honour to make him laugh like that while he was buried inside you.

[moonlightrafe]

The Albatross

summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegon’s first child and his entire world changes.

pairing: Aegon x Strong!Reader

word count: 767

warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, brief mention of blood, guilt.

note: “Albatross” is used metaphorically as a psychological burden dealing with shame or guilt! (and shout out to Taylor Swift)

Aegon wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate your hair and your eyes. Your thick eyelashes, the freckles that dusted your cheeks, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. Despite wanting to hate you in your entirety, he found himself physically incapable of doing so. As a young boy he refused to admit it, even going so far as to tease you for your features — but he thought you were beautiful. If anything, you could’ve resembled his mother more than a Targaryen.

It wasn’t your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from; you and your brother’s served as living, breathing reminders of Rhaenyra’s infidelity.

Alicent Hightower had been sure to remind him and his siblings that you and your brothers were a product of their older sister's infidelity. An embarrassment to the family. An insult to the crown, to the realm. Abominations. Bastards.

Screams of pain shook the walls of the Red Keep.

“I can’t do this anymore, Aegon! Please make it stop, it hurts!” you rasped, clawing at the blood-soaked bedsheets. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors had begun. To everyone's surprise, Aegon had yet to leave your side.

��We’re almost there, my love. You’re doing a great job,” your husband encouraged as he placed a chaste kiss to your sweat-drenched forehead, which you only returned with a death glare.

“I cannot take it anymore! Just get it out! Cut it out if you have to!”

One of your handmaids tried to dab at your forehead with a cloth, but you gripped her hand forcefully.

Aegon gave her a sympathetic look as he got her out of your grasp, locking his fingers with yours.

“You know we can’t do that, my love. I will not risk losing you.”

You winced as your midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day long you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. For Aegon’s sake, you silently prayed the babe was a boy. You weren’t sure if you would be willing to go through this again.

“I can feel the head, your grace. Just a few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here.”

You groaned loudly, your teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked your frame. Pain radiated down your spine and into your groin. You felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams. Being eaten by Sunfyre seemed to be a more pleasant fate than this.

“You hear that? You’re almost done. You’re doing so good.”

You squeezed onto Aegon’s hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. With a final push, your vision began to blur and your mind went blank.

Before you knew it, loud cries pulled you back to Earth, and coo’s from your handmaidens filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief.

Finally.

The handmaids quickly handed the babe to Aegon so you could get cleaned up.

“A girl,” she stated proudly, “and she looks just like you, my queen.”

“Like me?” You shot up.

“Lay back your grace, you need to relax,” she scolded you.

Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aegon would be disappointed. Turns out, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Yes,” he chuckled, tears swelling in his eyes, “like you. She is absolutely beautiful.”

He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.

A wave of guilt had crashed over Aegon at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your initial reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?

He couldn’t help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue for it.

Although the responsibility of sitting the Iron Throne loomed heavy over Aegon’s head it wasn’t until this very moment that he had true reason to be motivated to rule: his new family

[ozymoron]

dude i would not survive on rhe bau for many reasons but this specific reason is penelope would flirt with me as she does most of the members of the team and i would turn into a stuttering blushing mess and not recover for like a week overly flirtatious people make me malfunction i cant handle it