#hello my brain only knows one thing

[waywardoakdown]

the way i logged in over here EXPLICITLY just to see more chatter about the special

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[glimblshanks]

I rewatched the season two final recently and Mariner literally like,,, slides up to Ransom while telling the bridge crew about Freeman's transfer and steals his drink and sips from it and he just takes it back like it doesn't even bother him, he doesn't seem grossed out by it at all. Is this just normal for these two? Are they really truly 'share drinks without asking' levels of comfortable with each other? It's making me insane

[criticalconqueror]

「 @universestreasures​ | Reiji Akaba」 Happy (totally not belated) Birthday, NIISAMAAAAAA

It was another rather cold night at the Akaba estate. The number of open windows didn't really help with that-- It was something that became a normal occurrence now that the dragonic brothers lived within these walls. The opening of windows, no matter the weather, started as something the purple one called Yuri would do to give his plants access to the outside amenities. Now it was something that everyone but Yuri would do to air out the halls from the plants overwhelming fragrances.

But the plants kept that one happy enough to not cause trouble, so after this long most everyone had learned to live with it. Even down here, where Reira now stood in the hall outside Reiji's rooms were freezing. The warm ceramic cup held in both their hands helped keep the shivers at bay.

But the longer Reira stood there, not moving in the face of their brother's private study, the quicker that warmth was going to fade before they could share that warmth with him.

Earlier that day Shun had helped advocate for Reira when trying to ask his friend Kaito how he makes the magical elixirs they've seen him share with his own brother. It was something they've been curious of for a long time, and was something Reira wondered could also cure what ails Reiji too.

It was actually a pretty simple elixir to create with the help of someone big enough to reach where the ingredients were. But Kaito had said it was important for the receiver to drink it while it was warm for the best effect. So they had rushed this way with Shun in tow. But now that they were here, Reira had froze. And the elixir had went from scorching hot to borderline lukewarm. They didn't have much more time.

That's when Shun had reached over them, and knocked on the door twice before turning on his heel back down the hall. In reality he didn't go far at all, leaning his back against the wall after rounding the corner. Close enough to listen and react if need be. But far enough to give Reira room to stand on their own. This was their idea after all, it was on them to go through with it.

The gears were now put in motion, and Reira swallowed hard at hearing the sudden commotion from behind the door. A sudden burst of energy overcame them, as if the joy of seeing their brother made them forget the hesitation they felt just moments prior.

❝ ...B-Brother? ❞

In the short moments it would take Reiji to reach the door, Reira could still feel the cup in his hands losing it's healing properties to the cold air around them. Reira's small grip on the cup tighten in hopes that they can retain even a small bit of warmth for their brother's sake. Even if it was only one tiny sip, Reira wanted to make sure it got to Reiji before it was too late..!

❝ Shun's friend... ❞ Reira then holds the cup out, presenting it and all it's magical properties to Reiji so it would be the first thing he'd see upon opening the door. ❝ He helped me make this for you. ❞

Reiji was working hard, harder than ever, and it was beginning to worry Reira greatly. They saw more than most; and they could see the stress was starting to affect their big brother in ways Reiji was willing to deal with in favor of getting work done. And perhaps right now Reira couldn't do much more than this. But Reiji made a point to believe in them before, so Reira wasn't about to let him down now. If they made it right, this elixir should be a huge help, they were sure of it.

❝ A...And... ❞

Suddenly their voice then went small. But their eyes never turning away as they often would with anyone that wasn't Reiji. It would seem Reira's other reason for doing this wasn't to remain secret for long.

❝ H-Happy birthday, brother. ❞ -

[gothsuguru]

i love muting people on twitter some of you bitches are very dumb

[landfilloftrash]

shoutout to my girl eno’s nightmare bc. Hi! What and/or Who the fuck was that ! its gonna haunt her and i for awhile !

[sysig]

DAAAAAAAAAAAAX <3 <3 (Patreon)

[thehappiestgolucky]

I’ve connected the dots of my own ocs

[ichorblossoms]

having ttw Thoughts while reading house of leaves but it's nothing that's lead to a breakthrough yet so i'm just like soaking in the vibes

[lailuhhh]

here's some fic year in review asks! 2, 10, 19, 28

2. How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

Oof uuh eleven completed ones and seven wips that aren’t nearly close to being done

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

No Good+Very Bad+Murphy’s Law. It was a silly one in the midsts of all the angst and emotional damage and was definitely needed

19. Answered here!

28. How did you recharge between fics?

Honestly?? Taking a few days to just stop and reread whatever I just wrote and read some of my favorites others have written gives me strength to start more things

[foxmulderautism]

having edits open on an ongoing submission is so scary it feels illegal

[amrv-5]

Insane stress dreams but imagerywise they do rule every time

[quaranmine]

awkward: my aunt and uncle have someone over in the other room and i can catch like half of their conversation. a few times they have mentioned me, always in a normal context. that's fine. but since i can only catch half of the words for some reason my brain is convinced they're ALWAYS talking about me over there

literally as i was about to hit post they are talking about me again ok 😭 (positive things i just hate hearing my name in another room help)

[gideonisms]

honestly the reason most atheist groups suck so bad is they spend all their time complaining about how the idea of religion is what's caused all the world's problems. then there's no time for the more important activity which is going around the circle and bitching about the dumbest thing you've read that was highlighted by your parents in a chr*stian theology book on their coffee table lately

[groovysins]

I think it's time .

[nereidprinc3ss]

fixation

in which you love spencer reid's hands so much you could... well, you could practically eat them. or at least let him put his fingers in your mouth.

18+ (fluff, suggestive) warnings/tags: finger sucking...lol....., established relationship, ummmm d/s adjacent dynamics, like softdom spencer but there's no sex, pet names, teasing a/n: this was inspired by @gublersg1rl who said 2 nights ago she would suck spencer's fingers as he was reading a book. my beautiful angel with so many great ideas in her beautiful head. anyway this will not be my magnum opus in terms of quality but its just a fun short little thing I hope u like :D

Spencer is reading. 

He got home forty five minutes ago, and he’d hugged you and he’d kissed you—and they were good hugs and kisses, but as you sit curled on the opposite end of the couch from him, watching him read, it doesn’t feel like enough. Three days isn’t the longest he’s been gone, but you missed him like he was gone longer. And now, he’s not truly ignoring you—but he’s not giving you enough attention. It’s unintentional, but it’s making you feel all kinds of needy and overly-affectionate anyway. 

Especially when he’s so gorgeous. Ankle crossed over knee, lithe fingers skimming over the page to keep track of his place. Those hands are truly distracting. It’s unlike you to be struck by such wildly inappropriate thoughts so out of context, but here you are, having been without him for days, practically feverish on the couch as you imagine all the things they could do. All the things they have done. The way they've traced down your bare spine, up your side, so lovingly in the middle of the night... how they've touched you elsewhere...

And... that's enough.

Despite the whole committed relationship thing, you still feel a bit scandalized picturing him like that. And you know from experience these thoughts will only get worse if you stay over here, staring at him, wanting him, so you crawl across the couch and under his arm, settling your head in his lap and looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles—a quiet, dry thing, that says he’s only partially surprised by your behavior. 

“Well hello,” Spencer says, taking one hand off the book to settle on your leg. 

“Hi.”

For a moment he just studies you, affection seeping into his eyes along with the humor already there. “Can I help you?”

“Mhm.”

His brow darts up. 

“With what, baby?”

Baby. Your whole body tingles. He only calls you that when he’s feeling especially soft toward you and your whims. In turn you soften, and you both become rather mushy. 

Unfortunately your brain is not excluded from melting, and you look up at him helplessly. 

“Um…”

Spencer’s hand falls from your knee, taking an unnecessary but appreciated route down your thigh and up your stomach before settling on your cheek. He brushes away a few baby hairs before two knuckles begin drawing soft lines from the corner of your mouth up toward your ear and back again, and your stomach becomes a hail of butterflies. He’s got this soft smile on his face and you love him so much and he’s so sweet and perfect, you could just—

You’re not thinking very clearly when you tilt your head, angling your chin up until you catch his fingers against your lips. His eyes remain on yours as he traces the shape of your mouth with those same two knuckles—until you’re slowly parting, obstructing his path and offering a very different kind of invitation. Spencer’s eyes narrow fractionally and you watch the way his focus changes, the way he only tests the waters at first, letting the tips of his fingers trace the length of your bottom lip, before barely tugging down just enough to feel the soft warmth of the border of it. They skate over the ridge of your teeth and find the tip of your tongue, at which point you can’t help from closing your lips around his fingers, eyes fluttering contentedly as you draw them deeper into your mouth. His brows draw together, and those pretty pink lips part soundlessly like you’re the eighth wonder of the world in a way that has your thighs clenching. You hear the book shut and fall carelessly to the side table. He doesn’t even bother saving his place—too busy bringing that newly freed hand to your hair and combing gently against your scalp. 

It’s strangely calming to have him like this—he’s undeniably with you, undeniably close, against your lips and tongue. All your worries about his distance dissolve and you feel incredibly comforted. With his other hand, his thumb begins stroking a line from the bridge of your nose up your forehead, and you could pass out. 

“Comfy?” He asks after a long moment, slowly withdrawing his fingers from the heat of your mouth. You pout. 

“I was.”

Spencer hums, eyes soft on you. “I don’t think I should be nurturing your oral fixation, angel.”

“You didn’t like it?” You challenge, turning your head inward to nose at his stomach. He  cups your cheek with damp fingers and pointedly turns your head outward again. If he wasn’t so blushy and flustered and cute you might’ve cared more about the feeling of your own spit on your skin. 

“Don’t make it about me.”

You allow a minute to pass in silence. 

Fine.

“I liked it,” you say shyly. 

Spencer’s response is deeply fond as he smiles down at you. “Did you?”

Like he couldn’t tell. 

“Mhm. You should let me do it all the time.”

His smile flickers wider the way it does when he’s about to tease you. 

“I don’t know if you deserve it. I don’t know if you can be good all the time.”

You make a face. “Shut up.”

“Is that what we say when we want something?” Before he can pull his hand away, you nip at his fingers. He laughs. “You’re off to a terrible start. I think you need to work on your manners. Not bite the hand that… goes in your mouth.”

“Is that the saying?”

“I’m pretty sure,” he nods sarcastically, helping you up until you’re sitting across his lap. He lovingly tucks hair behind your ear, eyes warm as they flit across your face up close. “You know, that was incredibly unhygienic. So much bacteria it boggles the mind.”

“Yeah? That kinda turns me on.”

Spencer leans in to kiss you sweetly, choosing your mouth over his worry about bacterial transmission. “You are so psychologically concerning,” he whispers against your lips. You sling your arms around his neck. 

“Because of the bacteria thing or the oral fixation thing?”

His hands settle on your hips. “Both, lovely. For so many reasons.”

It’s only another tease, but you pull back anyway so he can see the full force of your pout. “Don’t say that. It’s mean.”

“I was kidding! It was a joke. I was joking.”

“It was mean.”

“Okay,” Spencer begins, patient and happy to untangle this ridiculous snag if that’s what it takes to make you content again, “Freud’s psychosexual stages of development are contentious at best. I’m not worried about your oral fixation because I don’t really believe in such a thing. I was just teasing you, but I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

“So you’ll let me do it again?”

Spencer pulls you back into another kiss. 

“You’re kind of insatiable, you know that?” 

When you don’t answer, only wait for him to respond, he sighs goodnaturedly. 

“You know you can have any part of me whenever you want it.”

You give him a winning smile and kiss his cheek in reward. 

“You’re so nice, Spence.”

“I thought I was mean.” 

“Now you’re nice.”

“Because you got what you wanted?” You nod enthusiastically. He seems not quite as thrilled, though perhaps distantly amused by his own helplessness when it comes to you. “Yeah, I feel like that happens a lot, doesn’t it?”

But it clearly doesn’t bother him that much. He’s still smiling when you kiss him again.