#i just want these to go on for the foreseeable future

[xoxochb]

under the dining room table! 💌 ⋆˚࿔

a/n: this might suck I’m sorry 😓😓 cuz it’s hot as balls here and my brain is frying I fear </3

“you’ve been giggling at that same page for twenty minutes, care to share with the class?”

“gods no,” you laugh, eyes remaining trained on the page you’d memorized like the back of your hand.

percy blows a raspberry and drops his face against the belly, licking it. “smut?”

“gods yes.”

he nods knowingly, hands traveling to encircle your waist as his eyes begin drooping. though he’s quick to wake himself up, sliding upwards along the body and flipping over so his eyes can see the pages.

he can’t read much though. but he might be thankful just this once.

“what’s happening here?” percy pokes the page.

“do you really want to know?”

he thinks for a moment. “yeah. tell me all about your book, sweet girl.”

you huff. “well it’s a reread. what’s happening here is that she was giving him head under the table and then—”

“dining room table?”

“yeah—”

“people eat there.”

you roll your eyes. “yes.”

“do you remember that time we were at the dining pavilion at three am and I laid you on the table and—”

“stop.”

percy makes a zipper motion over his mouth. “go on.”

“and then they got walked in on and so she left. but they’re not lovers yet it’s still the enemies stage. but they made this only-sex agreement and that never ends the same way it starts.”

percy nods attentively as you speak. “so you’ve been rereading that.”

you nod. “yes.”

he squints and begins thinking hard, green eyes traveling all around the cabin. “what if I gave you the real thing?”

“do you have bat wings?”

“no.” percy frowns playfully. before smirking unsurprisingly. “but I have been told I’m incredibly handsome before.”

“by who?”

“you. when you’re on the verge of sleep. I even have it recorded.”

“oh, you’re an ass. I take my statement back.”

“okay. but when my tongues down your throat you’ll be saying otherwise.”

you sigh, closing your eyes to keep your zen. “that won’t be happening any time in the foreseeable future.”

“bummer.”

you shrug, returning to your book. percy drops his head back against your chest.

it’s silent for a beat of a moment before he speaks again and ruins the peacefulness.

“does that mean I can get head instead?”

[jacksonekennedy]

It's how Alice was feeling, too. It was very nice to hear, but a part of Jack already knew. He'd never felt this connected to another person before. Maybe it was a little presumptuous, but sometimes, Jack swore that he could feel exactly what Alice was feeling.

Alice cautiously removed herself from Jack's lap, and he exhaled in disappointment. Yeah, he'd been the one to suggest that they get ready to leave, but it still didn't make it feel any easier. Within nanoseconds, he missed the weight of her on his lap. The feeling of his face buried into her shoulder.

"Well. For future reference. My neck is ticklish. In a very good way, I think."

Jack wanted to groan! How could she share that piece of information so casually? Jack was sure that was all he'd think about for the foreseeable future.

"I can't wait to find out," he managed to reply, hoping to keep his cool. Alice interlaced their fingers together, and Jack squeezed.

Yeah. This was just the way things were now, and he couldn't have been happier. Jack and Alice, holding hands, making plans together. Alice calling him a good (east coast) boy, warning him about the desert cold.

"I'll be ready for the cold. What about you?"

He didn't expect that she'd packed for that, had she? Neither of them could've anticipated this spontaneous trip, but Jack was home — with all of his coats and beanies and gear.

Jack led the way out of the kitchen, leading them upstairs. He pulled out his phone, texted his assistant a few requests: Sorry for the late text. NM trip is being bumped to rn. Can you babysit Cora? You and your bf can stay at my place. Help yourself to whatever, and I'll pay you OT. Can you also let the pilot know we need him ASAP?

Jack waited a few seconds, before composing another text.

Please don't quit on me.

"Sorry. I'm texting my assistant to make sure we're all good. Just one sec," he told Alice, abruptly stopping on the steps, because apparently — he couldn't text and walk up the stairs at the same time. Not one handed, but he refused to let go of Alice's hand.

Not long after, she was responding: of course!!!! we <3 cora!! just called the pilot. he said to give him about an hour. he said there'd be a fee for the late notice but i told him it was nbd lol 

That's exactly why she couldn't quit! Jack needed someone like her.

"We're good," he told Alice, before refocusing on their conversation. God. He felt a little rude doing that, but it wouldn't be a common occurrence.

They made it to his bedroom. He tried not to stare at the bed, tried not to think that they had an hour to kill.

"Sorry. Anyway. I've got some hoodies and sweatshirts that you can borrow. What else do you need? I don't think anything's open right now, but ... well. We can figure it out."

Jack grinned.

'No, Miss Shaw,'

'Just you.'

Mmm. Yeah. Alice still liked that.

'Only ever gonna be you,'

A jerky movement ripples up her body like a flame following a line of gasoline. Woah. Jack had a talent for that, saying things that surprised her, flipped her on her head, but Alice thinks that one might take the cake.

Alice swallows, and a low murmuring noise escapes her, thoughtful, and yet a poor attempt at grounding herself. You. Only you. You, you, you. Alice wishes she could write that word down over the span of twenty pages, just that alone,i nfuse it with meaning like a spell, and Jack would be able to look at it and understand what the repetition meant. Could y-o-u ever hold it all— everything she saw in Jack? She wishes her writing was magic. She wished she could enchant it so Jack could feel the same joy she felt when he'd said those words to her.

"...I like how that sounds..." Inhale. "Cuz' that's..." Exhale. "How I'm feeling..."

His thighs feel very firm beneath her. Her skirt, in comparison, feels all slippery and flimsy, like she has to adjust herself constantly lest she fall off his lap.

Except.

She doesn't think Jack would let her fall.

No. No way.

Both arms circle around her and crush her to his body, and Alice feels the air exit her lungs— of course he was going to hold he securely.

Alice feels his lips kiss at the edge of hers, press against her jaw, the delicate skin of her neck, before he ducks his head to settle in her shoulder.

'We better go,'

Oh, fuck. He's smiling into her clavicle. Does he know how hot that is? Feeling the amused stretch of his mouth against her flesh?

'Or I'll be stuck here, getting all worked up, finding new places to kiss you.'

Oh, fuck!

Alice makes another noise, staring down at Jack, shifting her weight atop her thighs as the heat flickering in her belly jumps, like a campfire being fed fuel.

How is Alice supposed to pack fucking toothpaste when she can feel the shape of his mouth against her, after hearing that?

She allows herself to bask in the hot feeling for a moment. Let her expression contract with something fluttery and pleased.

Then, with all the precision of a bomb defuser, Alice eases off his lap. The heat in her stomach remains.

"Well," she says, with an air of forced casualty. "For future reference. My neck is ticklish. In a very good way, I think."

Alice forces herself to swallow. If she thinks about his mouth, her. neck, or their time spent horizontal on the theater, starving for each other, she fears she may drool upon herself.

And then— just because she can— Alice grabs his hand, feeling the slightest tinge of shyness when she interlaces their fingers.

"I know you're a good east coast boy. And used to east coast winters."

Her eyes flit up from where they were staring at his knuckles. She'd never found that particular part of the human body attractive until him.

"But the desert is fucking freezing. Just so you're all prepared."

[avocado-writing]

✨Dear amazing Avo✨

First of all, I love your writing so dang much!!!🖤🖤🖤

Second, have you ever thought about maybe some reader/Copia breeding kink? With Copia being a desperate sub and reader praising him as they milk him dry? Do you ever wonder about the possibilities of making that man moan?

(And the ensuing baby panic when it turns out rawdogging it has its rewards/consequences)

this is 800 words of smut. hidden below a read more. enjoy. teehee

heavy heavy breeding kink. Rated e.

“You gonna fill me up, honey?”

“A-ahh…”

Every night has been like this recently. The mornings and afternoons as well, actually. Sometimes brunches too.

The two of you had time and the desire and most definitely the drive to do so, so you decided you were both finally ready for Copia to put a baby inside you. Things were quieter since he’d become Frater, his days taken up by endless boring bureaucracy, so he was eager to start a family - you both were. For many years now the idea of him pumping you full had driven you both wild; now seemed as good a time as ever to actually go through with it.

The Dark One hasn’t blessed you yet, however you have only just begun trying in earnest. You’re also giving Him ample opportunities to pick from.

Copia is laid out flat on his back and you’re sliding up and down on his cock. Literally sliding, he’s already come twice and his spend is dripping down his throbbing length, pooling onto the silk bedsheets beneath you. He has an unnatural ability to stay hard even after multiple releases which is perfect for endeavours like this. 

Your cunt has never felt more full. You can feel him practically flowing all the way inside, up to your womb; you can imagine him catching there and already being full with new life. Fuck, the idea of it makes you so wet that you soak him all over again. His hands dig into your hips as you dream about the idea.

“You’re doing so well, Copia. Can’t wait for you to put your baby in me,” you hum, your voice husky. You press a finger to his lips and he opens them dutifully, allowing you to press the pad down against his tongue. He moans around you and sucks, making your clit throb in envy. “You wanna do that to me properly? Wanna suck on my tits when I’m pregnant, honey? Taste my milk?”

“Cazzo, yes, fuck,” he groans around your finger, and you remove it just for a second to allow his reply proper, “anything you want, cara mia. Anything. Want to taste you. I want to feel how sweet you are in my mouth… aah…”

His hands slide up your flanks to rest on your breasts, waiting for your nod of approval before he tweaks your nipples. You hiss as they respond to his attention, getting sore and fat. As you fuck him harder his movements get less coordinated until he’s just pawing at them, desperate and blissed out beneath the hot, gorgeous grasp of your pussy.

“Can you imagine me growing with you? Walking around the Ministry knowing that it’s your child inside me? You wanna mark me up, baby? Make it clear to everyone who I belong to?”

Copia can only make a strangled little sound in return to that. It’s obvious he belongs to you, the bruises from lovebites decorating his neck far higher than any suit collar can reach - and he’d never hide them, he wears them like badges of honour. But there is something so primal about his seed quickening inside you. You want to grow fat with babies, over and over, fill this place with the laughter and joy of a big family. You want him to keep you round and pregnant for the far foreseeable future, plugged up with his come. 

“Doing so good, Copia… can’t wait for you to make me swell with your baby…”

His hips surge up to meet you suddenly and he comes again with a moan that tapers off into a mewl. As you feel hot rockets of his release coat upwards towards your womb, you feel your body give in to itself, and you squirt all over his length. A sinful cocktail of you leaks onto his lower stomach and sac, and you fall forward into his arms. He gives a few more thrusts just to make sure that as much of him stays in as it can, and the two of you remain there, panting, sweaty, embracing. His arms trace your back as the two of you come down from the high of it all, and he strokes your hair in a tender, loving gesture.

“I hope it takes this time,” you whisper. He presses a kiss to your crown.

“Me too, my love,” he replies, voice hoarse from how you made him cry out. “You’d be a wonderful mother, hm? I can just picture you holding our baby in your arms. Ah, perfetto…”

“And you’d be a fantastic father. You could race tricycles together,” you hum. He chuckles, the movement bouncing you on his chest a little. You move to kiss him, tongues pressing together as he holds you closer.

“I can’t wait…” you sigh, threading your fingers through his. 

In the bathroom, the pregnancy test you took two hours ago and promptly forgot about when Copia started to grind against you shows positive.

tags: @belilwen @circle--of--confusion (lmk if you want to be added to taglist!)

[yourlocallibrarian18]

nobody asked but i just wanted to inform everyone that cloudward ho is going to be my only personality trait for the foreseeable future

[dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl]

Crit Role really went “Hell yeah we also need a high production value anthology show where we can rotate in a bunch of super talented GMs and work with all the actors we’ve always wanted” and I love that for them

[beef-brisket]

Adam: Oh, sick. Okay. Hey, uh- were are the cells?

Sera tilted her head: "The cells"? What cells?

Adam: Prison cells. Obviously.

Sera: ...Adam. What part of "under Adam's watch," did you not understand?

Adam: I understood all of it, I'm just asking where are the CELLS that I take him to AFTER I watch him?

The king stared as the two angels had a... heated but confused discussion about what having Lucifer in Adam's custody actually means. Lucifer, of course, already had a good idea.

Adam: WHAT?! This pointy faced wife stealing asshole is NOT staying at my house!

Lucifer would laugh, but he forgot how expressionate Adam was. His chain was getting tugged and pulled in different directions.

Sera: He's staying with you, Adam. You're the only one I trust for this task.

Adam: ...Really?

Sera: Yes.

Adam: ...Hm. this changes things.

Sera nods: As I thought it would. For the foreseeable future, Lucifer is entrusted into your care. In every ascept. Now, I will open a portal to your home, where Lucifer will remain permanently until further notice... if you're good, Devil, you may be allowed out of your confines.

Lucifer talked as dry as possible: Oh joy.

Once they walked through the portal, Lucifer's eyes widened when he found himself in Adam's lounge.

It wasn't as grand as Lucifer expected. He thought the walls would be lined with gold and headshots of the first man, but no. It was a modest sized room that was ppen planned with the kitchen. It was colourful but not blinding as Lucifer would find most colours. There were more plants than anything.

Adam: Fucking- stay here.

When Adam dropped Lucifer's chains, they disappeared, leaving him in his silver bracelets. As Adam walked out of the lounge, Lucifer went over to a cluster of photos and posters. He obviously recognised Adam in a few of them, and there was a poster of what Lucifer assumed was the first man's band he had heard a lot about.

There were records of other bands, and even more posters, some signed photos, and more merch.

Adam: Lucifer! The fuck are you doing?

The king managed not to jump when Adam rounded the corner with an armful of blankets and two pillows.

Lucifer: Just looking. That a problem?

Adam: ...No. Just annoying.

The blonde rolled his eyes and walked over to a large, couch that looked like it could swallow Lucifer.

Adam: You'll be sleeping here.

Lucifer smirked: Aw, not with you?

Adam: Shut the fuck up. At night, you're not allowed to leave this damn room, got it?

Lucifer: Hm... sure. But, what if I need to pee? Should I use your kitchen sink-?

Adam: Motherfucker- don't fuck with me. You'll pee before you go to bed, ass wipe.

Lucifer: You're not one for joking, huh?

Adam dumped the bedding on the couch and glared at Lucifer: Not with you, I'm not.

For a moment, Lucifer forgot that Adam hated him so much that it could make this possibly permanent stay uncomfortable.

Lucifer: Right. Of course. That would be too much for your brain cells to keep up with, huh?

Adam: The fuck does that mean?

Lucifer smirked: Nothing, nothing... don't want to make you have a tantrum. Now, dinner. When is it?

The first man stared at Lucifer before growling: I'm not cooking you fucking food, ass hair.

Lucifer scoffed: Well, I'll take pre-made, then-.

Adam: You'll take fuck all of fuck all. Stay put of my fucking kitchen, and keep your gruby nuts OFF my food.

Lucifer: How am I meant to eat?!

Adam: Ask Sera. You're not a fucking baby, even though you have the hairline of one.

The kings eye twitched when Adam snorted and turned around, so Lucifer wouldn't see him laugh. Did this asshole really think that insult was good?!

Lucifer: Oh, real mature. You're really funny, aren't you?

Adam: Damn right I am.

Lucifer: Lilith was better. Especially at insults. She could just fire them off. It'll hurt, too. But that's what happens when you were forced to marry an ape.

There was nothing but silence for a few seconds, and Lucifer thought he had Adam stumped, and maybe he had. But Adam snapped back anyway.

Adam: Eat shit, motherfucker. I never wanted that bitch from the fucking start, too fucking ugly for me.

Lucifer glared: Oh? Really? That's not what I remembered. And since when did you find her unattractive?! You would beg me to help you make her like you!

Adam: Since I realised she looked like you. Sit down and fuck up, I'm already over you.

The king glared as Adam began walking off: Where the fuck are you going?

Adam: Where ever the fuck I want, since it's my fucking house!

He stared at Adam's back as he stormed down a hallway and walked into a room, slamming the door.

Lucifer: Great... now I made this shit fucking uncomfortable.

Hell's Missing the Devil

@beef-brisket

Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[krysmcscience]

Don't mind me, just slacking on a big Billford comic by making other far more ridiculous Billford comics and also some AU art (please excuse my slapdash human!Bill thank you please, also before anyone asks the art style is messy and all over the place because idgaf LOL)

This started out as an excuse to design a Bill Cipher-inspired "wedding" dress, but then spiraled wildly out of control. Various rambles and a bunch more human!Bill arts under the cut, including another silly little comic at the end! (Feel free to skip the rambles, I won't be offended. I know I'm bad at shutting up. XD)

I may or may not write some comedy stuff for this AU, which I'm calling 'For Better Or Worse (But Mostly Worse)'. While Ford DOES remember getting sloshed enough for one thing to lead to making out with another after karaoke, neither he nor Bill remember this wedding, At All. The Love God did nothing to dissuade them from going hog wild on their marriage spending, either, so it got...uh. Exorbitantly Expensive. As in, the grand total could probably buy the entire fucking MOON sort of expensive. (It's fine, don't worry, Bill's good enough at crime to be able to afford it.) Also, because the logic of this AU is mostly dictated by Rule of Funny, the Love God's powers are close to unlimited when it comes to matters of romance, but ONLY when it comes to matters of romance. (Like weddings!)

Want an empty human vessel to smash the soul of a triangle into for date nights or when it's convenient, or perhaps even when it's NOT convenient? Easy peasy! Want the marriage to be recognized in every corner of the multiverse from now until the end of time, thus making any potential future divorce nigh-on impossible? Can do! Want to buy an entire beach for the ceremony and honeymoon and in general, and totally not at all because it would be Super Hilarious to prevent any specific movies from being made on that very same beach in the future? Fine, whatever, it's not his finances he's ruining!

Does the Love God also provide special rings that just so happen to turn incorporeal as long as the "happy couple" doesn't remember that they barged into his dreams to bully him into presiding over their marriage? ...No comment!

He spends the next thirty years trying and failing to get in touch with either of them for payment. This is why you should always demand half the money up front, my guy!

Also it's absolutely a traditional Jewish wedding, because I like the idea of Bill demanding all the keepsakes from the marriage that he paid for, and being completely confused when one of the things he's handed is a fancy container full of broken glass. He gets it later, but in the moment, he thinks the Love God is just fucking with him some more.

Ramble over! Here's the full dress that caused the comic to happen, along with what Ford wound up wearing at the wedding (and begrudgingly agreeing to put on again later for Reasons), aaaaand also a close-up of Bill's ring:

I may have forgotten to draw Bill's hair floofier when drawing the back of the dress, lmao

Since double ring ceremonies have been leaking over into Jewish wedding customs for a while now, Ford also has a ring, but his is the much more traditional plain gold band. There's definitely a message engraved on the inside - embarrassing, cringe, or incriminating somehow - but I haven't decided what it is yet, so use your imagination for now. XD Bill, on the other hand, saw the phrase 'traditional plain gold band' and said "No Thank You" before proceeding to embellish his ring to his liking. And because he's a secret sap who adores Ford's extra fingers, the triangle points add up to twelve, as do the engraved stars. Yes, they're stars, not dots, I just got lazy. There's also six lashes on the eye gem, and probably an eye engraving on the inside with another six lashes. (Bill's got it BAD, okay? We all know this.)

Here are the initial scribbles of Bill's custom vessel in more casual attire, please ignore the wonky anatomy and the fact that I flat out refuse to ever draw him with a proper top hat:

He does actually need a cane in this vessel; since Bill tends to possess men and especially Ford more often than not, he's used to having a higher center of gravity when in a human body, so his ability to balance is pretty garbage. (He may or may not topple over with concerning regularity.) As for his empty eye socket, his bangs don't do much to hide it since he's so high-energy (dude is constantly on the move), and he also refuses to wear a patch over it, because 1.) why bother, and 2.) it's more fun to freak people out.

To better align with Ford's attraction towards the strange, the vessel was designed with super minor shapeshifting ability - Bill can look like a perfectly normal human, but he can also make the teeth and fingers sharper whenever he likes (which is mostly just when he's angry or being more of a menace than usual), as well as slit down the pupils or outright ditch the irises altogether. He can also have whatever he wants in the downstairs department, just because I'm an indecisive bitch on that front, lmao. Maybe he can have boobs if he wants them, too, but I ain't drawin' tits on no triangle, nuh-uh, no sir. His powers are otherwise limited down to what humans can do, because for some reason, the Love God doesn't trust Bill to not snap into Immediate Apocalypse Mode if he's given a physical form that's actually all his and no one else's.

Due to the body being all his and no one else's, it's also not really a standard possession so much as it is just...Bill being temporarily human. He's a lot more aware of and in tune with his human body's senses than he ever was with his "puppets", which makes things like pain a lot more intense. (He is mostly fine with this, because he's a fukken masochist.)

A bit more fashion stuff, including beach and party attire~

The beach outfit was mostly me trying and failing to nail down his body shape, which is still not bottom-heavy enough. I then decided to slap a bikini on it, before making it supremely unsexy with a pair of fugly shorts, because Bill's fashion choices are not allowed to be conventionally attractive. Meanwhile, the party outfit was mostly me looking at the casual attire I designed, asking 'how would Bill make this Worse', and then drawing the result. The mismatched thigh-highs are killing me inside! :D

No, his vessel can't actually summon fire, I just drew it for funzies before I decided on said vessel's limitations. Yes, the gold brick tattoos are absolutely a reference to the fic 'Knowing Me, Knowing You' - I simply could not resist.

I also HAD to draw Bill in one of his canonical(?) shirts, just made tank-top'd:

He is absolutely about to over-correct and fall backwards after this. USE YOUR CANE, GOOFBALL!!! (I meant to draw Bill closer to this degree of bottom-heavy in the other images, but. Alas. I am bad at anatomy, LOL)

And, last but not least before More Comic Time, I attempted to draw him closer to Gravity Falls style:

Jury's out on whether or not I succeeded, but - hey. I tried. Now have some Handyman Bill AU, but with my goofy human design, instead:

Hey, it's a 'mystery snack', and the guy wanted A BITE to eat - the joke was right there, guys!!! (Based on this post, because it just screamed BILL CIPHER to me.)

whoops i forgor bills ring and cracks ahaha too late now

I WILL SHUT UP AND STOP RAMBLING NOW K THX BYYYYYE

[feroluce]

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING COUGHING UP BLOOD-

NO ONE GETS BOOTHILL LIKE DAN HENG GETS BOOTHILL

I was so horribly, deeply enamored by this line-

Fun extra bonus:

because not only does it bring up once again that Dan Heng is uniquely capable of seeing Boothill past all his posturing and showboating, that he can peer straight down into Boothill's core and so easily decipher who he is and what he stands for and read the methods behind his madness where so few others seem able to, but it also means that reticent, no-small-talk Dan Heng talks about Boothill to other people-

that I switched my game to the original Chinese text to see what would translate through. And.

[musette22]

I just can NOT get over the whole Sebastian wanting to do a play with Chris thing, you guys. I know it's just a hypothetical at this point, but even just the concept is just so incredible? Like, Sebastian wasn't even prompted into bringing up Chris, he just did, like he'd just been waiting for an opportunity to do so. And then he says he wants to do a Broadway play with Chris? Even implies he's talked to him about it, that he brought up the idea with him repeatedly and is just waiting for Chris to agree to do this with him? Like, it might actually happen?

And what I maybe love most is that this means Sebastian has given this a LOT of thought. He's been going about his life, doing his busy important movie star thing, and meanwhile he's been thinking about Chris, and about how much he wants to work with him again, and how he wants to do this specific play with him that he loves, because he thinks they'd be great in it together. But at the same time, he admits that he'd basically do any play with Chris, as long as they get to work together again. He could've said he wanted to work with anybody, any of his former co-stars, all those people we know he's still friendly with because anyone who works with Sebastian falls a little bit platonically in love with him and vice versa, but no, he specifically says Chris Evans. Out of everyone he's worked with, he wants to work with Chris again for this, he's trying to get him, they're doing this, goddammit.

And another amazing implication of all this, imo: even though Sebastian's been very vocal about rejecting the idea that some people have that they get to tell him what to do and influence his life somehow just because he's famous (about which is absolutely right, by the way) -- he just kind kind of seems to forget all about that in the moment he decides to call on people's help to convince Chris to say yes to his idea. As though achieving that particular goal is more important than all of that other stuff lmao.

And listen, I know he's just messing around, and deep down he knows full well that we don't have any means to contact Chris anyway, and Chris is very good at protecting his peace these days so he's not going to be seriously bothered by anyone about this, but still, the fact is that Sebastian literally told us all to bother Chris, text him, DM him, make posters and send them to him, anything to get through to him and make him see the light. Like, Sebastian wants this bad. AND he knows that there are lots of people out there who would love to see him and Chris reuniting, on stage this time, and he's cunningly using that fact to get what he wants. It's kind of incredible. I just can't get over it, guys.

[whentherewerebicycles]

oh my god okay I’ve been working since 7:30am but MN, SD, and JW are all submitted for internal review!!! NF is ready to submit as soon as he gets home from school and does a final readthrough!!!! DN has decided to waive review lol godspeed to that poor kid but it means less work for me today yippee!!!! and I also had time to give the baby a bath which is his new favorite activity (furiously focused water-kicking time!!!!). I think now I will take a break from student work and take all the residents of this household out for a brisk walk.

[ratscabies]

I think I'm gonna try learning how to drive again, but I'm very anxious about it

[rolandkaros]

by farrrr my most toxic trait is that the more popular something is the more i start to hate it even if i used to like it

[seventh-district]

Are you sad? Are you miserable? Is your life falling apart? Is your body falling apart? Does your head feel like it’s full of cotton, or perhaps TV static? Does it feel like the world is crumbling around you? Is it getting harder to force yourself through the daily motions? Is happiness getting increasingly harder to find?

Why not consider making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase?

They won’t tell you this, but all of the happiness and satisfaction you’re searching for, along with each of those little chemicals that make your brain feel good, are all hidden within your very next large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase!

So why don’t you go on ahead and grab that credit card, throw caution to the wind, and chase that good feeling? You certainly won’t regret it. No one has ever regretted making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase! Never!

[verynormalaboutkinnporsche]

I don't think Porsche would hate Kim. (Through the entire season, the only character he seems to develop a lasting antipathy toward is Arthee.) I also don't get why people think they would necessarily bond. I think mutual respect and even liking is possible, but I don't think Porsche would necessarily understand Kim very well.

Fucking off from your family and doing your own thing in your late teens is not a universal tradition. Kim is weird, and Porsche's initial reaction is a dismissal loaded with negative assumptions. The only interaction they have in canon is the warehouse, where it's not clear if Porsche even knows who Kim is. (Porsche did have a few other things on his mind.) Chay had to find out from Khun that Kim was present.

Assuming that at some point Kim and Chay made up and got together, I feel like Porsche would have mixed feelings about him. That initial negative bias might be lessened both by Porsche's own deeper understanding of just how fucked up the Theerapanyakul family is and by an appreciation of Kim's willingness to defend Chay, but he might also continue to think Kim is weird.

And Kim might be starved for affection, but he's also (barely) an adult, and he already has two brothers. I can see him getting to like Porsche, but as part of a very long process of dealing with his overall isolation.

[crystallizsch]

If the other fandoms make you happy then posting them is a great idea! 👏 It also gives people who follow you a chance to see pieces of other games that they might not have considered looking into otherwise. Benefits for everybody!

OH TRUE TRUE!! that's another cool way to look at it >:0

aagh i love seeing different persepctives to this i haven't considered, thank you thank you ,,, i appreciate it anon 🥺🫶

[cerbreus]

i wanted to get a new camera this year after like 15 years maybe even one that can take the kind of photos i have been wanting to be able to take for fucking ages but am held back from because my camera just can't do those shots and cant swap lenses but i guess i'm not getting a camera this year