#i don't know what's happening anymore??

[oodles-of-noodles]

GT WRITES MY BOOK

do you guys ever have google translate write your book? you should, here's why 😭😭😭 (part one)

"I never wanted to be a hero. This has been evident since ancient times."

"All these characters have special abilities. I have never carried a 2-2 foot suitcase on a plane in my life. All these heroes are truly honest people. I am a student who forgets homework and exams. These heroes have nerves of steel and hearts of gold. I’m a scaredy cat and my morals are not good. (Humans aren’t, I’m afraid.)" hello??? afraid of what??? gt what are you tryna tell me girl

"Anyone who writes my star (in fine print) calls me a ‘good guy’ and randomly throws a fireball." i felt this babe

"As a child I washed my mouth, washed my mouth, washed my mouth, washed my mouth, hit the plate with a metal spoon." me too i also washed my mouth 4 times 😭

"Brad A. Jones played a father role (some say) and was 20 times more than the typical Pentagon. I grew up and didn’t know I was flying alone in a helicopter, but my dad was happy, secure, and happy. Oh. . .nice guy." i'm so confused what-

"Raised eyebrows. I have taken many pills before but none of them worked as nuclear waste. When the tongue is removed, it freezes." ?????? DONT TAKE NUCLEAR WASTE PILLS????? SAM??????

"“What is this?” I asked as I ran my cold fingers over the blue surface of the pill. When I touch it, I get so vaporized, I almost die" oh my god sam are you okay???? don't- don't touch any pills they're clearly nuclear waste (they're supposed to be OXYGEN)

"The smell of the hills rotting in the sun for three years, nosebleed, and carrot, was just as disturbing."

"Mana my dad would go into stress rima mode and inchana everything and clean it up, the reaction was I would roll chay eyes and say, “I got it, you’re okay, calm down.” But Kesla Avan T FIRST T Process T Thinking Kinapoduna Avan T Tongal FIRST T Process Thinking." um what did i just read

"“Who doesn’t drink alcohol?” Church.

798. . .

800, 800 ice cream"

part two is coming soon 😭😭🙏🙏

[yayll]

~ a little something about waking up next to Dazai, and he's unbearable as always ~

"I might just eat you alive..." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's barely blinked.

He's been watching you sleep next to him curled up like a kitten for the past hour, way past the time you usually wake up. He's the oversleeper, not you, and it makes him hyper aware of your bodily functions and if they're okay. He hasn't eaten properly in days, but you don't need to know that. He's rabid, and he knows he's being a total freak right now, but who will worry for you if not for him? He must rise up to be the voice of reason, the watchful eye that keeps you on track even if he can barely keep himself alive! He wishes you'd stay forever, where he could avoid his problems and take care of your every single need. He should be everything you need... He hopes. Then you'd never leave, and he would make sure to eat more, just for you. How perfect... selfish.

God, he just wants to crawl inside of you and make you his home, it's almost pathetic. You'd find him vile for the things he would do for you and your happiness, despite you already being so accepting of his dark past... You're simply heaven sent. He takes a deep breath, and lightly runs his knuckles down your jawline, as if carving them out of the precious material that you're made of. You begin to stir, and his pupils dilate instantly as he pulls back with anticipation.

"Mmm... Osamu..."

You murmur sleepily as your chest rises up and down ever so slowly. He's freaking out. It's bad for his health to hear the way you say his name as if it were a healing oath, a spell that only works on him.

"Wakey wakey~"

Dazai's propping himself up on one elbow, a calculating smile plastered on his lips as if he were in on something you weren't. You pop open one eye, and groan softly.

"You're up... early"

"Yes!"

"Why..." You yawn like the silly little thing you are. He gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest.

"Can't a fortunate guy like ME just be happy that we both live to see another beautiful day?!"

He winks, and boops the tip of your nose, this gets a muffled snort out of you that causes you to bury your face into the pillow. He's addicted to the rush of causing any joy in your life, it's disgusting. When you don't lift your face back up, he scrunches up his face, and reaches out to stroke a strand of your silky hair, but his intrusive thoughts win and he tugs on it as payback for possibly falling asleep again. He needs your attention, and you're sleeping? Insanity. You swat at him, blindly smacking his arm away.

Oh, how he loves that you're the only person who truly sees him past his myriad of theatrics.

"Oh my... a slap from you feels wonderful!"

He rubs his arm, and grabs the hand that swatted him, bringing it up to kiss the pulse point on your wrist. Feather like kisses, almost undetectable... until you lift your face up from the pillow, finally.

He gazes at you as he rubs his face onto your hand like a cat greeting its owner, purring as if he were starved for affection. For a moment, his gaze becomes more serious, detached, as if he were thrown back into a distant memory. He can't describe the feeling, but the way your hand feels against his cheek is a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. His eyes sting, and he blinks the wetness away before you can notice as he hears your angelic voice again. He's back to his usual self.

"Osamu... You're being annoying"

"You think I'm just annoying?~"

His voice comes out in a tender whisper, his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. He's insufferable. He could be anything for you if you wanted it. Especially annoying! He almost drools when you roll your eyes affectionately at him, the coldness in his heart disappears as he leans in just a little, invading your personal space as always, eager to hear your reply.

"Amongst other things, yes..."

You flash him a sweet little smile, and it mends all that is wrong in the world. The pink in your cheeks is starting to turn red, and it sends him to the moon. He hums, slowly nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, it's his turn to curl up. You run your fingers through his messy hair that tickles you, feeling the warmth of Dazai's breaths against the back of your ear.

"Hmm, do I look like a pillow to you?"

He can hear the smile in your murmur, and he pulls back from your neck briefly, peering at you through his messy bangs, those intense hazelnut eyes demanding your attention, and his voice drips with an aching devotion that oozes like honey. he moves his lips to your ear, and whispers.

".. You look like an angel to me."

He watches you self destruct at his painfully smooth delivery of a compliment, and secretly rewards himself for once again giving you another reason to never leave. He's got it all!

Romance, self deprecating humor, an inability to properly process his emotions and grief, but more importantly, an undying commitment to stay alive against all odds so that he may see another day of you in his arms... or you helping him change his bandages... or-

He's cut short by you grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into the most sinfully delicious kiss known to man, and he could swear that despite all his efforts, this might be what ACTUALLY kills him.

[licorishh]

no way she's alive ?? yea those mental health breaks because social media makes people suck are wild huh

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

As if I wasn't already exhausted enough this morning...

It's been brought to my attention that people are taking my fanfics, editing them, and sharing them around. I don't have the words to describe how not okay this is. If you don't like something about my fanfic, then I'm sorry to hear that, but there are a lot of other fics out there you can read instead.

I put time and effort and care into my writing, as does every writer. To take my work without permission and change it feels like someone just punched me in the gut. Frankly it makes me not want to share my work at all and to take down all the writing I do have up, because why should I share anything with people if all they're going to do is decide it's not good enough and they're going to do what they want with it and make it "better"?

And before anyone comes at me, this is not what a transformative work does. This is not the same as fanfiction. I'm fucking exhausted from working two eleven hour shifts over the weekend so my brain is not working so someone smarter and more articulate than I am can explain why. I'm tired.

This genuinely makes me want to take down all my works and not share anything new. It's very simple, kiddos: Don't like it? Don't read it. You will miss out on some fanfics that way, just like you'll miss out on some films, or books, or TV shows. I've missed out on really good fic, novels, films, etc, for the same reason. We all do. It's a part of life. Stuff will sometimes have things in it that you don't like. Skim those parts, fast-forward those scenes, grin and bear it, or just go and read/watch something else.

Normally I would make this post unrebloggable but I worry other writers in this fandom might experience the same thing and not realize it. So people are welcome to reblog this. Anyone who's an ass on it will be blocked, no second chances.

Just. Don't do this guys. Holy shit don't do this. What the actual fuck.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[lazylittledragon]

ok i swear i'm not going to talk about my breakup forever but the thing that just keeps bothering me:

i know that not getting what you need in a relationship is a COMPLETELY valid reason to end it but also. i feel like having a very vulnerable moment where i opened up about my struggles with intimacy and being relieved that i didn't have to keep doing things i wasn't comfortable with, then being dumped a YEAR later because of my lack of intimacy. is something i should be allowed to be very hurt by???

[krysmcscience]

sippy gone wrong

The sequel to this that no one asked for, yet which @miaumiaoumao predicted with 100% accuracy. How did they know this was the other thing not pictured???

Also, @pigeonfeather caused this additional sequel:

Lamb, did you ever think Narinder would be a menace by accident? He is A Cat.

[soulwrencher]

I feel like post!fight!vi! Is something else… like she’s just so fucking strong and her arms are so big and her back muscle omggg but even with all the adrenaline she’s still so gentle with reader? (Not ALL gentle, but never as rough as she could be)

oh my god, YES. on that note: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!

i think vi would never use her full strength on reader, actually she promised herself that. why? because you know, vi kinda hates herself and thinks she would hurt you, and if she did, if she ever hurt you, vi would absolutely spiral. so she's constantly just holding herself back. i mean; she's just a big hurt puppy.

so you constantly reassure her that it's okay to lay her head on your chest and that you want her to squeeze you a little tighter.

and then one day, vi is resting on your chest, and you trace her shoulders, drag your fingers all the way down her back. "so pretty," you whisper.

"but i'm so rough," vi pouts while looking up to you through her lashes. and you just calmly respond: "i like you just the way you are."

[spiderzlover]

Starchfest more like flopfest

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 115

“Seriously old man?” the rumbling voice nearly caused Tim to jump, his eyes darting away from where Ras was sitting, the Al Ghul almost seeming to perk. It was kind of hard to miss the man… teen… being? It was kind of hard to miss the owner of the voice what with how their hair looked like it was on fire. 

They motioned around at well, everything, crimson eyes looking exasperated. “Really?” They were definitely motioning towards him, interrupting Ras when he opened his mouth to talk. “No, I don’t want to hear it, I swear- Did he kidnap you?” That was definitely aimed at him. 

“N-no?” Tim was feeling slightly unbalanced and may be on hour sixty without sleep at this point, if the hour long nap was counted. “I need help finding my not-dad who's lost in time.” 

The being let out a strangled noise that Tim could nearly swear was almost another one, but couldn’t vocalize his slurred thoughts as the dude muttered something, motioning around as though he was tempted to strangle something or someone. 

Ras cleared his throat, looking almost awkward which was how Tim knew he had to be dreaming or drugged. Probably drugged. “Jordan, how good to see you, it’s been so long-”

“Can it Pops,” the being-named-Jordan scoffed, finger pointing towards the Demon’s Head. “Moms still pissed and isn’t coming back any time soon with you still pulling this shit.” 

Tim felt his brain stall, process for a moment, then process some more over what he just heard before his mouth ran before it could catch up. “Ras is married???” 

[writteninthestarsinyoureyes]

Dean and I do share a more profound boop.

[suratan-zir]

we're gonna freeze in darkness this winter and no one fucking cares

it's only June but our energy infrastructure is already severely fucked by russian attacks and it will only get worse

worse than before

the whole country descending into the stone age worse

and it still won't be an escalation as long as it's Ukrainian lives that are at stake

[artuurle]

So what happened to Gru's eye anyways?

This will be very very tied into my personal headcanons about both Grujaja and a little about the drain so be warned:

info under the readmore for sanity reasons hope u understand<3

My interpretation of the drain is a very bad place to raise someone. The whole place is essentially the slums of a city- though the most dangerous part of the place isn't because of anything living, but because the place is actually crumbling from poor infrastructure. Gruja was from a very low income family that lived in that area; just trying to live like anyone else.

The infrastructure expectedly ended up failing and in the collapse he got cut really badly by some of the resulting shrapnel across his face and left arm. He was one of the "lucky" ones. If you could even call it that.

He sure didn't.

[sternentreue]

Imagine your canon Warden, Hawke, Inquisitor and Rook and their respective LI on a quadruple date - how will it go?

[marzipanandminutiae]

I didn't get the sewing job

I just.

why do I even keep going. nothing's ever going to change and nothing's ever going to work out and nobody's ever going to fucking want me

I'm going to get old working part-time jobs with no house and no family and no fucking future

and the economy's about to tank with Tr*mp so if I don't get something before that happens it's never going to

what's even the point honestly. when nothing ever-

[v88sy]

Hey, I get that Oliver wanted something different for his character, and I can't fault him for that, even if it isn't any different at all and goes against everything he's been telling us up until this point.

But the way it was handled and he acts like he gives zero fucks...