#he cant even blink

[wildrbst]

[grimalkinmessor]

I really like the idea of Sponge Reigen. Like he doesn't have any psychic powers, not even latent ones, but he's somehow still able to absorb Mob's powers and hold them like nothing. The idea of a haggard and frustrated Mob just collapsing on top of his shishou after a day of his powers spilling everywhere because they keep getting bigger as he gets older, and Reigen just holding him and sapping it off him. And the ability to use them seems dulled in his body, like he's fortified from the inside to take in power but not let it back out.

The image of Mob in Reigen's lap clinging to him like a limpet while his hair slowly stops glowing and floating and Reigen just casually doing paperwork and rubbing his back even though the amount of power he's taken in would've literally killed any other normal person is just something very near and dear to me 💖

[best-bro-ben]

Uh

What do you do when you find out some of your friends are actually not very nice

And your brother and cousin are leaving with the rest of their friends so you have to go with them

Even though you still don't know if your parents are going with you

But you..

You still want to know why they did it and why they didn't say sooner

Um

I want to know for a friend

Not one of the people I'm talking about though

[avnasace]

no but if childe kept that abyssal beast busy for more than 45 days, what the fuck kind of power are we getting from the top 3 harbingers???

but in general theres actually no way childe is the weakest at this point, hes got to be top 5 at least, like yes, of course neuvi soloed him, hes a sovereign, canonically stronger than the archons! (even not at full strength) but theres no way childe is weak, that man couldve beat signora in his current capabilities i fully believe, especially when you consider that in liyue childe could barely keep foul legacy active for 20 minutes let alone 45 DAYS, bro has been grinding djfisdskfks

(that or his abilities are far stronger in the abyss idfk)

[chernabogs]

Mad at twst not for any reason other than wdym you have a char who can afford to go through a phone a week... what's that like...

[pickled-flowers]

Also just because you get annoyed by something someone is doing doesn't mean they are evil you can leave us alone

[what-the-fuck-is-not-chosen]

i feel like people sometimes don't like talking to scott bc of his glasses. in a "wtf is he even looking at? did he just rolled his eyes or am i tweaking?" type of way but i think that even if he was able to control his beans it wasn't much better cuz he looks like he's THAT person who's gonna just frog blink at you i dunno he just that guy

[pastellmochi]

non paralive moots im begging yuo listen to my wife singing

[madou-dilou]

"Hey uncle Scar, when I'm king, what does that make you ?" "A monkey's uncle."

bonus under the cut

[uselessnocturnal]

thinking about how fucked up it is that when nimona was all “the guy who cut off your arm??” ballister not only defends ambrosius but also the institution because “it’s what we were trained to do”.

firstly. that’s fucked up.

secondly, man clearly does not hold a grudge in that scene - he defends the arm chopping like he’s made peace with it. like there wasn’t any other way to be disarmed? as though it’s NORMAL to cause significant harm like that

[ratatatastic]

so im just supposed to be chill and normal about mikksy giving roddy a beershower from the cup on 2 completely different buses while lundy makes sure to steady the cup and luosty just sits there like a princess to enjoy the show and drinks a beer while hes at it

thats- yeah no its fine

bonus swaggy and forsy enjoying whatever the fuck just happened

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[fardf150]

fuck

[floorpancakes]

no context catverse content but in case anyone was wondering i have like. several xxxholic ocs and i love them dearly

[deathfavor]

@yeonban​​ said:   ‘ hey. you awake? ‘ soma's voice is loud enough to be heard, but (hopefully) soft enough to not irk seiroku's ears first thing in the morning. ‘ what do you want for breakfast? ‘ he continues, and the doctor is lucky soma had noticed his absence when he did. ‘ 'cause you'll be getting none if you don't let me know or get up soon. ‘ it's not a threat, merely a fact. the date bushi had a habit of waking up with the sun, as well as a tendency of eating enough for several people each. there would be no breakfast left in no time for those who slept in without someone else there to fetch their portion for them.

good morning / good night starters

   It feels like he’s just fallen asleep when Seiroku stirs at the sound of someone's voice, clearly talking to HIM. Although what they’re saying, he has no idea other than to make come incoherent noise back to at least acknowledge the fact that he’s conscious. It isn’t that he’s UNFAMIIAR with it. Being a doctor means even hours off weren’t guaranteed, especially if there was a sudden emergency or a crisis that needed someone in a specific field or more expertise. It was part of the job. Admittedly, he hadn’t thought of THAT aspect of taking back up the title of doctor. Injuries were far less common with the obsidian eight- there was only eight for starters, and it tended to be minor or death. It’d taken some reacquainting, but he’d done it just fine. Plus the odd schedules meant he’d tended to be either getting up or going to bed as food was made - regardless of the general populace’s schedule. But that didn’t mean there weren’t days where it wasn’t still a struggle. Especially now that most of the high risk injuries were stable, allowing for a more regular schedule compared to before.

   Seiroku lifts his head with great effort, black hair spilling past his shoulders as he squints groggily as the person speaking. Oh, it’s Soma. And with that, rather than scramble to react, he drops his face back into the pillow with a tired sigh. It’s not that he isn’t appreciative. He certainly IS. But he’s rather reluctant to get out of bed when he’d rather curl up and sleep another twenty minutes. His eyes were still heavy and he was comfortable.

   “  Just rice is fine....Oh. And if there’s berries or some kind of fruit. Or just what I can get. “  Slowly the doctor drags himself to sitting upright, rubbing his eyes and stifling an exhausted yawn. Whatever sleep he had certainly didn’t feel like enough. And for all his usual sharp-minded and composed nature, the Seiroku now seems far more docile when still under the haze of sleep.

   He lifts a hand, rubbing the back of his head as he struggles against the urge to simply sink back into sleep. The first five minutes were always the worst. Once he managed to stay awake for that, he was usually fine.  “  Thanks.  “  The stifled yawn finally escapes as he looks up at Soma.  “  Won’t make it a regular thing.  “  ...Probably. Although he will definitely want to, so he’s rather prepared for the inevitability of some mornings without food when he decides sleep is more necessary than food. (More like many mornings.)

    ...Sleep really did sound nice. A few minutes while Soma got the food wouldn’t be so bad.

[sqoa]

“it’s not that bad, baby, can’t we just try again?”

virgin!satoru looks up at you from where his chin rests on your stomach, though you aren’t sure you can call him a virgin anymore. he holds your thighs apart, your sore pussy on sweet display for him. he presses a gentle kiss to your clit, which pulls a moan from you, but you stand strong.

“no way,” you shake your head. “absolutely fucking not. you’re… way too big.”

satoru grins, “thank you!”

“i’m not complimenting you, asshole,” you try and shift away from him, but gojo has your hips pressed into the mattress. “it hurts, toru. it’s too much.”

another kiss to your clit. “but she’s so needy for me,” he whines. “cant you see? so fucking wet… she can take me.”

“i can’t. it won’t fit.”

you didn’t think his pretty baby-blues could darken, but they do. satoru, your sweetheart, nips at your clit—only barely, but enough to make you gasp.

“you will,” he says, voice low. “i’ll make it fit.”

you can’t deny it, his tone only makes you even needier. you write under his grip, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips—he’s appraising you, studying his prey before bouncing. and he’s the virgin.

“oh, and after i fuck you, can we go get sushi?”

you blink at him. “what?”

“you know,” he scoots himself up and taps the head of his aching cock against your clit a few times. “to celebrate making it fit.”