#i can't work like this

[sekamehu]

tell us your favorite headcanons for alpha dave/dirk

They kiss are you satisfied

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

hero/villain showdown but one of them has a spontaneous medical emergency and the battle gets put on hold while their archnemesis drives them to Urgent Care

[spookytimecollective]

i love having the most random triggers for flashbacks like hello cold mornings please send me into back to back emotional and memory flashbacks

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[finifugue]

'the F1 movie needed to have Brad Pitt fuck his female engineer because there needed to be sexual tension!' BORING. If they wanted sexual tension they should've made it historically accurate and true to real life and had Brad Pitt fuck his teammate

[technically-human]

Jayce Talis but give him the Giopara (lack of) charm

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[hansoeii]

I probably won't finish this piece any time soon, but I wanted to share the unfinished version with you anyways!

[chalkrub]

pwyw thingy from previous opening 🌸

[zookie-art]

Shadows and light ~

[sadgayeddie]

Keeping in touch 🥰

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Learning to celebrate the little wins!

[stargirlygirl]

imagine ex-boyfriend katsuki who is desperate to show you how much he’s changed. who is sitting in your living room late into the night waiting for you to come home. and when he finally hears the jangle of your keys, he’s uncertain if he’s ready to plead for your forgiveness.

you flick on the light and drop your bag by the door, sighing. as you turn around, you run your hands through your hair. sad, red eyes meet your wide ones and you scream in fright.

“KATSUKI!” your hand clasps over your erratic heart as your chest rises and falls. you shake your head in disbelief.

you stutter, “w-what’re you doing here?” he looks away, gathering his courage.

he grunts, “why’re you home so late? you never get back this late.” you stare at him in shock, blinking dumbly as you try to register his words.

“katsuki what the fuck?! it’s none of your goddamn business! now get out!” you yell at him. he sighs, hearing your words and seeing that furrow between your brows. you stalk over to him, hands on your hips as you stare down at him.

you grumble, “how did you get in here?!” tch. he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to the golden light. your spare key.

you exclaim, “you still have that?! katsuki.” you gaze to the side, noticing how your cushions are positioned neatly on the couch, a contrast to this morning.

you huff, “you can’t be here, katsuki. we’re over. that’s it, okay? i know it’s hard but what’s done is done—”

“i’m not done with you,” he grunts.

you shake your head, “well, i’m done with you. so get out!” he sighs. you gaze at him harshly, seeing the dark circles beneath his eyes and the mess that is his hair.

he mumbles, “ya know, i texted you every day. every single day. why didn’t you ever respond?”

you scoff, “because i blocked you, katsuki! god, can you just get out, please?” you step back as he stands up. you gulp nervously as he steps toward you. you forgot just how tall he is.

“katsuki—” he pulls you into his arms and holds you firmly. you wriggle in his grasp, shoving at his chest and cursing at him to let go. but he doesn’t budge an inch.

he mutters in your ear, “i missed you, baby. missed you so much. i know you need me right now, so let me take care of you… the way i should have when you were still mine.” his grip on you tightens, hands pressed flush into your back. you give up on trying to escape him.

if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve missed him too. these past few months have been hard for both of you. but it would have been harder if you let him continue taking you for granted.

you sigh as you rest your head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. you let your mind drift back to those good times before everything fell apart. waking up to the familiar warmth of his body next to yours, his delicious cooking, his soft eyes only for you. you breathe out shakily.

you mumble, “it doesn’t work like that, suki. you don’t just get a second chance.” you feel his arm muscles flex around you.

he clears his throat before saying low, “i know, honey. i know i just… fuck. there isn’t one day i don’t think about you. i regret losing you. i promise you that i’ve changed. that this time i’ll—”

“katsu—”

“just!” his voice cracks as he continues, “just give me tonight then. to show you how much i love you. please.” you inhale his musk, letting it fill your lungs and burn them. you pull back and gaze up at him. his gaze is so sad and vulnerable, like an abandoned kitten left out on a rainy winter night.

you gulp before whispering, “just for tonight.” he nods solemnly as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, sealing all of his unsaid emotions inside it.

time stills for the next few hours as katsuki makes your favourite dinner (he stocked up your fridge) and showers with you. his touch is gentle as he soothes moisturiser into your face (he’s got your skincare routine memorised).

just like old times, you cuddle up in bed together. you sigh into his warmth for the nth time tonight. he holds you close and strokes your hair, lulling you to sleep.

and when you wake up, he’s still there, just like you always wanted him to be.

[satsuha]

i want to believe they added that bit of red in nahyuta's design to indicate his connection to apollo...