#i can't handle this rn

[philocalistwrites]

[spacemothes]

Its taking everything in me not to put down the art fight attacks I still want to do to make way too much isat fanart right now

[lasttree-garsennon]

26 in 2012 WAIT A DAMN MINUTE SHE'S NINETEEN?!???!?

[deerparty]

THERES NEW ADVENTURE TIME?

[scoups4lyfe]

broooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

DDDDD:

this is so fvcked

"make believe family" VICE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS IS WHERE THEY END IT?????

[okeylokiyuh]

in sobnation for a temporary period because he called me dude. yuh-huh. yep. dude. that's who i am.

[blissfullyerotic-and-pervypain]

a/n: sharing old man brain rot with @onyourowndaisymae. her piece is here. I told you I'd getcha back, bestie. <3

➤ nothing compares to the real thing | solomon x afab!reader

0.8k words | nsfw | flirty and suggestive

Solomon doesn’t normally paint his nails. He keeps them trimmed short to avoid the hassle of upkeep, although Asmo still insists on giving him manicures to tidy up his cuticles. That doesn't mean he'll pass up an opportunity to spend time with you when you want to do yours. He watches patiently while you look over the large selection of nail polish on sale at Majolish.

You offered to pick up some for Asmo, but you’re not sure what colour to get for yourself. You huff in frustration and turn to Solomon. “There's too many to choose from. Which ones do you like best?” You’re equal parts surprised and joyful when he actually seems to consider your question seriously.

He runs his finger along the display, pausing beneath certain bottles before he keeps going. He taps his finger underneath a bottle of chrome polish. “This colour reminds me of your hair.” He continues scanning the shelves and flicks his finger against a bottle of creme polish next. “And this one reminds me of your lips.” He points to the slightly darker shade next to it. "Ah, and here's your lips after we've kissed." He leans forward and smacks a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before you can protest. He looks far too pleased with himself when you wipe at your mouth hastily with the back of your hand.

"Keep that up and we're going to be here all day, you know." You nudge his arm gently and pretend to look over the selection so he can’t see how flustered you are. “If this is how you’re going to help me, then you’re getting your nails done too. Asmo invited me for a spa date later but he won't mind if you join us.”

Solomon claps his hands and looks far too eager all of a sudden. “You know, that’s a great idea," he says cheerfully as he reaches for a display of bright, sparkly polish next. He plucks a bottle off the rack and holds it up so he can admire the glittery flakes dispersed through polish. “This reminds me of our trip to the human world last week. Your eyes look different in sunlight, you know.” The teasing smile on his face softens when he remembers those few short days together without the others trying to steal your attention away from him. “Simply beautiful," he whispers to himself before he holds the bottle to you. “Yes, I think this is the one, darling."

Perhaps asking for his opinion was a mistake because your face feels like it’s on fire and your belly is flip-flopping from his sugary-sweet compliments. Your mind races with memories of your little trip that ended up being more of a private romantic getaway than an assignment from the Sorcerer's Society. “If you insist,” you offer with a slight crack in your voice. You take the bottle from him and set it in your basket with the others. “The sale is two-for-one, does anything else catch your eye or should I pick one more?”

He reaches past you for something near the edge of the display. He presses against your side when he leans forward but doesn't move away even after he grabs the bottle.

You feel very warm all of a sudden and you subconsciously clench your thighs together.

"Actually, I think we should get this one too,” he declares, holding the polish up for you to see. It’s milky-white with a slightly pearlescent sheen. It's not exactly what you expected him to pick out for himself or for you. He slips it into the basket with a hum and nudges you towards the checkout register. His palm feels hot against the small of your back.

“What do you like about that one so much?” You tuck some wayward strands of soft, white hair behind his ear. “Is it supposed to match your hair?” You laugh quietly at your joke, but he only smirks in response.

He follows you into the checkout line hovers close behind you while you wait your turn. He leans against your back so he can hook his chin over your shoulder. “Do you really want to know what that polish reminds me of?”

His soft-spoken words are thick and laced with mischief, and you should know better than to ask, but you nod your head slowly anyway.

“It reminds me of your cum glistening on my fingers after I’ve stretched you open for my cock.” You can feel his grin when he turns his head slightly and kisses your ear. “I look forward to comparing it with the real thing later.”

[gorillawithautism]

apparently another kid died at trails carolina

i'm not. gonna look into that claim for my own sanity but i swear to fuck if you don't know anything about the troubled teen industry, now is the time to learn

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

oh you're so right about the abuse themes. Telemachus and Penelope with the suitors. Odysseus with Calypso. Athena with Zeus. oh wow

Athena... girl I love this verison of you so much. Wisdom Saga as a whole with Themes of abuse I wanna say almost, of many kinds power mainly obv cause its Zeus, but also just how Broken Ody is. I'll ramble about it later.

[tbartss]

im so.... the first time sasuke laughs after swearing off happiness, after vowing to plunge himself into darkness, is because naruto threatened to hit him. because of naruto.

[iceclew]

Did I accidently write more than just a few lines of dialogue for this scene?... *shyly fumbling with fingers* 🥹👉👈 maybe...

Sorry, I suck at words and this isn't betaread nor properly proofread and I am not native english, I'm very sorry in advance...

full story down below

(Chappel Roan - Love me Anyway)

(Benson Boone - Slow it Down)

"VICE-CAPTAIN!!!!"

The tiny moving plush-like thing in his hand apparently started screaming as well now.

"WHY ALWAYS MEEE!?!?"

What looked like the chibi mini-version of the Defence Force's biggest trump card, struggled to hold on his thumb, kicking around those little feet of his.

"Well, now I'm quite curious abut THAT story..."

"I CAN'T TURN BACK AND I AM T I N Y !!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )"

"I see that... How'd you even get in here?"

Tiny #8 stopped fidgeting a bit. Instead two unproportionally big round dark eyes goggled at him. It was undeniably adorable to look at. "Well after THIS happened, I couldn't grab my phone on the table anymore, so I ran around to find someone, but I figured Narumi and Kikoru would very likely take advantage of my situation and do something stupid with me."

"Oh yeah, they definitely would and I get why, honestly."

"So I ran around to find you, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG THE 1st DIVISION IS, WHEN YOU'RE LIKE THIS, OK?! And then I saw the slightly opened window and just crawled in... ༼☯﹏☯༽"

"Wait... you know where my temporary place in the 1st Division is located? Why?"

"....Coincidence? (*ﾟｰﾟ) "

He sighed. "Well just when you think you saw everything...Kafka Hibino enters the stage..."

"SIR, WHAT SHOULD I DO?? WHY ARE THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPENING TO ME??"

"you really want me to answer that, bud?", he barely tried to hide the undertone of his voice, which left the small creature on the palm of his hand baffled for a second.

"Wha-? HEY, MEAN!! What are you on about!?"（＞д＜）

"Yeah, maybe, I don't know STOP CHANGING in general, like I told you f.ex.. or maybe stick to your training routine without going OVERBOARD on a regular basis? How 'bout that?"

The big dark round eyes got even bigger with every word spoken.

"Yeah, don't look at me like that, I might coincidently got wind of stuff, you know?"

His unexpectedly open and emotional response threw Kafka off. For a second he forgot about his *tiny* main problem, his mind jumped between confused and worried and he couldn't comprehend with his reaction for now. After some awkward seconds in silence, Hoshina's tone grew significantly calmer, but still sort of off to his usual self-assured expression. "Well at least this time you're actually telling me about stuff that bothers you, huh?"

Silence again. While hanging from the palm of his Vice-Captain's hand Kafka realized something (besides his size) was different. His senses grew more aware of his surroundings to find answers.

"Are... are you drunk, sir?"

Besides the slight scent of alcohol in the air, and the - well quite obvious - bottle of sake on the table, the startled twitch on his face confirmed Kafka's guess was right. Other than the sake the only other thing on the table were some snacks. Another odd thing to Kafka, who was used to see Hoshina's surroundings stuffed with documents, loose papers, books and other work related things.

The silence lingered around them uncomfortably. To Kafka's suprise Hoshina was seemingly struggling with words. A look on his face Kafka couldn't remember seeing before. Now his mind definitely jumped to 'worried'.

Hoshina tried to mimic an insulted face and looked away. "A little tippsy at most... I'm off-duty for tonight.." Besides the slightly blushed nose and cheeks, Kafka now noticed some dark circles under red eyes. "..and despite my gut telling me better, I assumed I probably won't be needed anymore today, and that I could hang loose a little. It's not my Division after all, there's another Captain and Vice-Captain in charge here. So I might as well make use of that chance... Should have known, it would end up that way or another.. " He smiled a bit and Kafkas felt like his heart clenching from the sight. "Although I definitely should have placed my bet on YOU to be the reason for that." He chuckled lightly, while his expressions grew somewhat softer.

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"Nah, it's fine. As if I didn't get used to your-"

"I never put much thought to it, but ever since the Defence Force started preparing for the big counter attack on #9 your workload must've at least doubled in the 3rd and 1st Division.. and here I am still taking over the rest of your time as well..."

"Don't like where this is going, officer... You're not starting pitying me, are ya?"

"No I-...I just feel like.. I didn't realize, and there for not appreciated your work enough.." Silence. "And also.." The tiny kaiju had his look glued to the floor in front of him for a while now. "I know you told me to brush it off earlier but,... I truly regret ... not telling you about... #8 n'stuff.. I'm sorry... I'd change that if I could.."

A small plushy-sized Kaiju was gently put back on the ground again. Hoshina scratched his nose for a second, before bending far back to the other side of the room. He grabbed for his smartphone that was burried in piles of carelessly pushed aside documents.

"As I said. You're here now, aren't ya?" When he got his phone he chose to stay laid down on the floor and started typing something on the lightened screen.

A tiny transformed Kafka carefully made his way around and walked up on eye-level with Hoshina's face again. Once again overwhelmed by his current state of being, he let himself fall back on the floor and sat on the ground. "So... what should I do?"

"The first thing WE do is trying to make some calls. But since you seem to be in no life-threatening condition, we might have to wait 'till tomorrow for a first medical examination. If that's the case you'll stay, and I get you down to the lab first thing in the morning."

"Wait!" The tiny Kaiju made a suprisingly far jump right up to Hoshina's chest and pressed the (for him very big) red hang-up button on the screen with both paws. "You're right about that, I won't die this second from being tiny, so we might as well wait for tomorrow."

The questioning look on the opposite's face made a tiny Kafka look away and scratch his neck shyly. "Well, since you're ... I dunno,... I feel like, I can't have you be seen d-dru- .. like this by other officials of the 1st Division, b-because of me..."

A finger poked his forehead, which caused a tiny being like him to fall right back landing on warm soft fabric of Hoshina's shirt.

"Idiot. But you might be right about that."

[marc--chilton]

hang on i'm once again thinking about house being stupid with love. stacy moved in with him a week after meeting him. that's HUGE change. could you imagine how much he'd have to be obsessing over her to make HIS home THEIR home??? and he still wasn't over her 5+ years later after everything either.

(and like. i wonder if there was ever a moment there for wilson where he's watching house and stacy be so witty and beautiful and in love together and thinking to himself, huh. so this is what that feels like.)

[compressedrage]

I need Chosen to interact with the RYGB after all this is over. (If they do it during this arc I wouldn't be opposed to that either)

I need Chosen to find himself surrounded by terrifyingly competent 12 year olds who think he's the coolest thing since netherwart.

[primarinite]

here are the evos for my pmd hero and partner designs!

[loverboybrightsideghost]

rqg wilde gravestone that reads "third time's the charm ;)"

[ofbakerst]