#i just ugh

[lovetals]

slight warning about spoilers for the fontaine update, mainly just about neuvillette so like be warned ig—but anyways—

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you know how ppl say dragons hoard treasure and shit and will gift them to the one they love as a way to ask them out? and and you know how it’s basically canon that neuvillette is the hydro dragon??

cause i just recently had a dream where neuvillette keeps dropping his trinkets into the tip jar at your work and you and your coworkers have no idea what the hell those things are

you find so many things; small charms, tiny gems, rings—literally anything precious-looking will show up in that jar by the end of your shift, yet none of you know what to do with them

meanwhile neuvillette is just rushing out of the cafe/restaurant/shop/whatever with shaky hands and a fast beating heart. his mind keeps racing with thoughts overlapping one another with various questions like “will you like it?”, “was he being too bold?”, etc.

it’s not until he runs into someone (like furina or a melusine) that they point out 2 major flaws in his plan: did you even know that he’s the one leaving them behind? and did you know that they were meant to be gifts for you?

just just someone plz say they understand where i’m getting at here my brain has become dumb

[catastrxblues]

reading tbosas and witnessing all of tigris & coriolanus’ sweet moments just hurts knowing what would eventually be left of them 60 years or so later. this tigris could’ve never thought, in a million years, that she could resent her sweet little coryo so bad that she would actually let out a smile when a girl from district 12 told her that she was going to kill him. and this coriolanus could’ve never ever thought to abandon tigris, one of the only two constant people he had since he was a child, the one who had always cared for him and made him happy. this hurts, i hate that this hurts.

[holyhidan]

how to win holyhidan’s love and affection, a step by step guide:

step one: have white or grey hair

step two: there is no step two, that’s literally it

[mjfass]

“Not all men”, you are right. Kenny Omega would never do this to me.

[blueberry-obsessed]

Why is coming up with a fic outline harder than actually writing the damn thing

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

I love that the biologist is like ‘my husband never understood me’(but I wish he had) BUT he gave her a nickname like ‘GHOST BIRD’

My girl that man loved you and maybe he couldn’t analyze every page in the book that was you, but he understood enough to know he loved reading it.

You don’t give someone such an elaborate nickname without being close—without knowing what characterizes them.

[lookmomitsmytmblr]

I just feel like there's not nearly enough ten/donna "ten is the little spoon" content you know?

[dark-mnjiro]

Just a small heads up

It’s like 3am for me.

But I may be fairly inactive. Having some complications with my pregnancy. I’m okay. Baby is okay. I am being placed on restriction. Some of you are aware of the specifics of the complications I’m having. And thank you for being so supportive. I know I’ve been pretty open about my journey but I just don’t have the mental capacity to really discuss what’s going on in depth here.

There is a possibility I go on strict bedrest if it progresses worse. And the possibility of c-sections and early c-section is very real and it’s keeping me up at night since the scare yesterday at the hospital. I’m also by nature an anxious mess anyway so of course I’m jumping to conclusions and worst case scenario.

So if I’m quiet or disappear. I apologize.

There’s only so much room in my brain right now.

[impyssadobsessions]

Bully: The Deal

I've been proud of what I wrote for a big story idea for Bully (the game by rockstar) but its still like first chapter and I probably wont get to it anytime soon. So I wanted to post some bits and pieces. Mostly showing like Pete's perspective and resemblance of like Gary and his Grandfather Also this is the game Bully so offensive language is kind of part of the deal.

Pete Kowalski have had many bad days in his life. As being a small and shy, but curious child, it was bound to be the case. Like the time when he was five and a bunch of boys poor glue all over his head. Or like the time he was eight and he watched his dog get hit by a car because he wanted to play outside with him.

The lady who hit the dog, fussed at Pete for not keeping him on a leash and demanded his parents pay for the damage done to the bumper. Pete never asked for another pet since.

There was also a time when Pete first started Bullworth. A bunch of bullies stuck him into a trash can and rolled him off of school grounds down into the beach path. He rolled straight into the water. Pete had to swim back to shore as the trash sailed off to sea. And that was just a few really terrible ones that came to mind, however, none of them compared to the deep sense of dread and anxiety of today. Well... maybe the dog thing was worse, but this was a close second. “Hello~ Earth to Fem-boy!” A hand waved in front of his face. The hand retreated back, like a pulled curtain, revealing a scarred face with a wicked grin. Gary Smith was back for another year at Bullworth. “I hate to disappoint you, Petey, but I don't swing that way. Though I know its hard not to stare. I'm an incredible. Human body at its peak.” Gary flexing his arms, “Humanities greatest achievement. Genetic marvel, really.” “Not mentally.” Pete bit his tongue as soon as he let his words slip. Cursing internally as Gary turned back towards him.

“Ooohoo hoo~ I see someone got started on their testosterone while I was gone.” Gary cooed with a nastier grin. Eyes sharp. Petey rolled his eyes, as he always did with the boy. Though he can't deny after the stunt Gary pulled last year, he was highly on edge. Just being in same room with Gary, set off his flight response. Pete couldn't imagine rooming with the guy again for another year or two. “Whatever Gary. What are you even doing here?”

“Oh, you know! Just like every snot-nose moron that infect these halls, I was.. forced to.” Gary gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, shaking it a little.

Pete raised a brow, his arms crossed. Forced to? “Yes! Girly-boy,” Did Pete say his thoughts out loud again? Though, with Gary, it could be that he read Pete's expression or that he wanted to continue for the sake of dramatic effect. “-Forced! Forced by the unfortunate trash that gave me life to attend this sorry God-forsaken zoo we call a school.” Gary flopped back on his bed, opposite of Pete's, arms crossed. His back against the wall. “Trust me, this is the LAST place I would want to be. Well, I guess second to that damn asylum.” Petey couldn't say he was shocked. Letting out a sigh, Pete asked mostly to himself, “Why me though?” “I don't know, Petey. Why don't you go ask Dr. Crabs-for-brains? After all, I'm sure he'll tell you with all the sucking up you had to do to get the title of HEAD boy. Or maybe he might even switch you with Hopkins if you offer some ass.” Pete's face flush with embarrassment and scrunched up in absolute disgust at the comment. “You're so gross.”

“I'm not the one sucking cock-” “Whatever, Jerk. I'm outta here.” Pete swiftly turned to walk out of the dorm. “Give the head a good kiss for me~ Right on the ass che-!” Pete slammed the door shut, a bit harder than he wanted to, but within ten minutes in the same room with Gary and Pete was ready to go back home. Too bad his parents wouldn't let him even if he did. 'You spend too much time inside!' 'Go out and play, son!' 'Don't you have a girlfriend, yet?' 'You're sixteen, Pete! Go to the park, go ride a bike, or get drunk at a party- just go do something!' Pete pinched the bridge of his nose while sticking his free hand into his pocket. To think he was even looking forward to the new year. He had FRIENDS.. well a friend and his friend's current... girlfriend? Jimmy never made it clear what Zoe was, but neither did Zoe. He was the head boy, which was bound to gain him some respect. At least by the smaller kids. The cliques were somewhat on good terms since Jimmy beat their asses again. Things were looking up for once. But... Pete should have known better by now, that anything that goes up must come down.

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“Here he is, Mr. Smith. The perfect model student of Bullworth Academy. Our Head Boy, Paul Kowalski-”Dr. Crabblesnitch stood up and patted Pete on the shoulder. “Peter, sir.” Pete corrected with a muttered. “Aha-yes yes. My mistake. Peter Kowalski.” Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand squeezing Pete's shoulder. His face keeping a stressed smile. “Head Boy?” The gruff voice of the older man asked with a raise brow. Pete tried hard not to frown as he recognized that tone. Mr. Smith plopped down in a empty chair right next to the one that was overturned on the floor. “This puny punk? Ha! He looks like one step away from wearing a dress and changing his name to Patty.” Okay, yeah. They were definitely related. Pete's face twitched in annoyance. “You must be Gary's grandfather. I can see where he gets his sense of humor from.” Petey outstretched his hand out towards Mr. Smith, trying to ignore the painful grip of Dr. Crabblesnitch's hand on his shoulder.

Mr. Smith tilted his head as his mustache swished back and fourth. Pete tried to keep his smile in place. He didn't want to appear weak or intimidated, but the silent tension was making Pete nervous. “Hahaha! Nice to meet you, Peter.” Mr. Smith burst out laughing while he reached out to shake Pete's hand. “Nice. To meet. You. Too... Mr. Smith.” Pete said through gritted teeth, trying to not let the pain show as Mr. Smith crushed Pete's hand in his grip. “Call me Allen, son.” Mr. Smith let go of Pete's hand and leaned back into his chair. He nodded his head slightly, as if he given Pete his approval. Pete let out a slight breath in relief. He folded his arms behind his back and rubbed his aching hand. Jerk. “Nice to meet you, Allen, sir.” --------------------

“So I thought to myself on how we could prevent the past from repeating itself and then it occurred to me. Our major blind spot is among his peers, thus entrusting a student with upstanding morals for the task was top priority.” Dr. Crabblesnitch looked over at Mr. Smith, “Of course, Gary Smith will be tested regularly as well to make absolutely certain that no tampering has arise.” This was a bad idea. A VERY bad idea. Pete couldn't stop Gary last year! He definitely couldn't, didn't WANT to this year. Gary did what Gary wanted too. He could fake it so easily and Pete... Pete was pretty certain all this would bite him in the ass. In more ways than one. “Hmph. Sounds like a lot of hoopla to me.” Allen's voice snapped Pete out of his daze. “S-sir! I was Gary's roommate last year and-and I don't think-” Petey stuttered. He had to say something, anything to try to get out of this. “Splendid! Then you'll already know what his condition is like with or without his medication.” “No-I mean yes, but-!” “Well! You've certainly convinced me, Crabblesnitch. I think its a wonderful idea.” Allen laughed loudly, standing up with a grin. Pete froze as he whipped his face towards Allen in confusion. What were all the adults on in this town?! The old man walked over to him, and slapped his back making the poor boy stumble forward. “I feel quite satisfied that this young lad is going to be playing caretaker to my grandson.” Allen barked. Pete's eyes danced between the headmaster and Mr. Smith. Confusion still written clearly on his face. “Ah, I'm so glad you've come to reason, Mr. Smith. Though Peter is not going to be responsible for Gary Smith's actions, he will at least keep us updated.” Dr. Crabblesnitch letting out a small breath of relief. Pete was too stun to reply. His fate was sealed, just like that.

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“Ah, finally some fresh air. I was getting tired of smelling all that bullshit in there,” Allen chuckled as he gave Pete a wink. Pete choked on a snort. “It was.. stifling to say the least.” Allen barked a laugh as he started to walk again. “Well, I'm glad there was at least one person that isn't stuck so far up their own ass that they can't smell shit around them.” Pete hummed in response, not sure how to take the compliment.

[alpinelogy]

No you’re not shit at art you just haven’t seriously drawn in several years you’re just rusty. Rinse and repeat like a mantra until comprehended

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

I’m like. obsessed with William’s teeth in specific. I feel like they would be crooked and like, an off white, but not enough to be full on yellow, like he takes care of himself, but he’s just slightly off.

[wickedwaterwyvern]

I've been thinking of a fic ill probably never write but I'm actually obsessed with the idea

Okay so. Matt/Elektra & Peter/Wade it kinda bounces between the two couples and it's pretty stereotypical at first. Wade struggling to be better for Peter(who doesnt like him all that much yet) and Matt desperately trying to change Elektra for the 'better'

Matt and Peter are friends, it's right after May dies from cancer, MJ isn't around and Foggy is very not happy with Matt(Nelson and Murdock is not a thing currently/anymore) so Matt and Peter are kinda eachothers only friends at the moment. They're both just so pissed at the world one of their morals kinda starts to slip and since they're kinda the only thing keeping eachother on the right path since Elektra and Wade are absolutely the worse influences the others start to slip too and they both progressively get more violent and closer to killing

Eventually Peter says fuck it and him and Wade get together and at some point run into Matt and Elektra while out on patrol and it goes down hill from there

Elektra and Wade get along like fire and gas, Matt and Peter are desperately trying to minimize the damage but their both so close to the edge of no longer giving a single shit about anything they eventually start joining their murderous partners and take over the goddayum world(not literally but close enough)

Basically I just want to write Matt and Peter's slow descent into complete despair and madness and emotionally break them until they're unrecognizable all while they have a person who loves them all the more for it

[poetic-crimelord]

I hate rain so much, all of my fucking house has leaks fucking everwhere, I have almost fall down three times, everything is wet, my mom is in the roof trying to fix one of the worst leaks and we don't have enough buckets to put down every leak or enough clothes for the smaller one.

[sisterofoblivion]

After I'm done messing with this (my new sweatshirt template) I'm going to torch this card stock.

I Hate him. But I Love him.

[winter-spark]

*spends several hours on something*

*shares it*

...I should get rid of it.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

The Patchy × Bakugou agenda is on the lunch menu for me today. Because I'm an instigator.

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Thinking about the way Bakugou loiters when he’s ready to go to bed, but you aren’t biting yet. Maybe you’re writing, still, curled up on the couch. Or maybe you’re watching a movie that he chose not to, because he’s “tired," and let’s face it, hoped that if he said no and went to bed, you might just follow along (which you didn’t lol.) It’s so pathetic and romantic how bf!Bakugou just really doesn’t want to go to bed without you, ever. And he’s so pouty when he’s sleepy, slowly getting needier as the minutes pass.

This giant, formidable-to-the-public man, pacing in and out of the living room like a toddler waiting for his treat; peering at you from over his shoulder to see if you’re looking back (which you’re not lol.) You know exactly what’s happening. He’s just upset that you didn’t feed into his plan. You didn’t want to go to bed yet! And if he does, he can go without you. Right? But Bakugou isn’t one to give up.

So, it goes on like that, for like fifteen minutes. Him, trying to get your attention, walking in and out of the kitchen several times, and returning with nothing. Moving things around. Mumbling. Each time he emerges from your shared bedroom, shuffling his feet, you can feel him watching your face for a reaction, and stifle your silent giggle until he’s walked too far past you to see.

“Katsuki?” Your peer over the top of your laptop screen, the corner of your mouth pulled up.

“What, woman?” But there’s very little audible complaint. His grumble sounds hopeful, even.

“Thought you said you were going to bed? 30 minutes ago?”

He huffs, blushing in the light of the fridge door that he swings shut, again, without retrieving anything.

“Whatever.”

He doesn’t admit to what he’s waiting for. And when you don’t offer it, he stalks off into the bedroom, louder and more purposeful than the times before.

It’s not until another 15 minutes later that you hear the creak of door hinges, and the soft thudding of your giant boyfriend who stops underneath the archway, pillow clutched to his chest, and a miserable look on his face.  

“Hey, brat,” he grumbles, “could you stop torturing me now?”

“It’s not my fault you can’t sleep without me, Katsuki” The way you hang onto the ‘s’ for just a second, playfully, does it in for him.

“Shuddup,” he growls, tuning out your complaints as he comes to hoist you over his shoulder and carry you to bed. “Stop yer whinin’.”

Even in his tired state, he's grinning wickedly at how cute your soft little hands feel beating at his massively muscled shoulder. You plead a case that falls on selfish ears.

Once he’s finally got you tucked underneath him, squirming helplessly with your limbs half-heartedly pinned down by his own, all is right again in the world for Bakugou Katsuki. Your stubborn, insolent, sleepy baby of a boyfriend who nips and coos at you in attempt to pacify your ongoing complaints.

“You know I can’t sleep this early in this heat, Katsu!” Your voice has softened slightly from its playful edge. He can feel the win coming. You press your thighs together, and every now and then, amidst your adorable display of struggle, let your hips buck into his. 

“I’ll put yah to sleep, darlin’, don’t worry.”

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up

Stop enabling my frustrating crush on him Gracie! 😠 I don't like that I like him and you keep putting him in these endearing situations and it ain't HELPING! 😠

But no.... you are correct. It would take a long while before Bakugou even gets used to sleeping next to someone, he so finely tuned his sleep that adding some lent itself to weeks of adjustment. But now that he's used to it it's a fair assumption that he can't get any sleep without his partner as a teddy bear.

And no, he will not compromise. 😒

You could relent and start going to bed at 8:00 pm like the loser he is and snuggle with him, on your phone as he pins you to the mattress to use you as a pillow. But the man will start to get grumpy cause the light of your phone makes it hard for him to sleep! He'll complain and tell you to 'turn that shit off, it's not good for your eyes!' as a way to try and make it seem like it's for YOUR benefit which maybe but shush not the point

And god forbid you sass him! Telling him that it's too early for you to sleep, and that he's lucky that he even has you in bed right now! He'll take your phone and keep it in his hand under the pillow. You can try and fight him, to take it out of his grip, but no dice.

And no matter what, any fight you put up will result in his libido going because he's such a hound dog. So yes. He will tire you out one way or another and I hate it so much 😒