#i know literally no one asked

[catladychronicles]

If anyone’s curious the level of unhinged I’m at it’s “using a screwdriver for my toilet handle since it broke 6 months ago”

[sveltgentleman]

update

Hello all! As I‘m sure you can see, I haven’t documented anything for a while now. This is because I just dont feel like it lol. Im still alive, just posting less

[livepasthope]

the thing about mi7 is it was such a good movie but only if they pull off part 2

[humming-fly]

They seem like the kind of guys who would keep count

Bonus:

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF bullies are the best group ever

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 82-85)

THAT LAZYBONES!!

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[glossykissies]

okay i’ll bite, here’s where this line comes from.

clark knows that sometimes if you’re in a mood, all you really need is a good orgasm— however, the pair of you aren’t always in the place or position for him to fuck it out of you. sometimes, you have to settle for riding his thigh in the back of the truck.

he’s not rushing you and you like that, his body all big and comfy for you to slump over into. he even neatly folded your skirt and panties on the seat beside him beforehand as he gently guides your hips over his jean-clad thigh.

“m’sorry w—was bein’ a nightmare before.” you hiccup, going all soft on him now you got your way, voice coming out muffled into his sweater. he smiles, rubbing a big hand up and down your back.

“hey don’t be sorry. what kind of guy would i be if i didn’t look after my sweet girl when she gets all fussy, huh?” his tone is light despite the way his flagpole of an appendage is creating a throbbing tent at his crotch. he doesn’t mind going without, right now was about you.

“fussy.” you repeat like you’re trying it out, tongue heavy as you nuzzle further into his clothes, dragging your hips. you like how it sounds, it’s the right word to use — it describes just how you were feeling without being overtly offensive to your state. clark was gentle like that, he always knew the right things to say.

“mhm. fussy.” he hushes warmly.

your tummy warms as your clit catches over a fold in the denim material and you whine unsurely at the sensitivity, feeling a fresh wave of hot arousal seep out of you and onto his jeans. as if sensing your worry about this, clark kisses your temple, rubbing your sides. “its okay, it’s okay baby. when you’re ready to let it go, just let it go. i’m right here.”

your jerky pace picks up a little, and you swear you feel the truck swaying just a little — and timing it perfectly like he always did, clark waited for you to nearly get there before he started spewing praise, knowing how hard it makes you cum.

“pretty girl. that’s it. i know that feels good baby, keep going for me, okay?” he’s sweet, and soft, and it’s all it takes to send you hurtling over the edge. you rock on his lap, letting out desperate and almost pained cries as he soothes you through it. you press your mouth just below his collar bone and he smiles, flushed in the face at how he feels your saliva seeping through to his skin.

“aw are you drooling on me baby? does it feel that good?”

he wasn’t even teasing you, simply in awe at the way pleasure would possess your body — leaving you feeling safe and judge-free in his embrace.

when you finally lift your head, slowing your hips you look all puffy and messy like you’d just woken up, blinking your doe eyes at him, pupils dilated to hell and back.

“theres my favourite girl.” he grins and you suck in a shaky breath, still trying to orient yourself. to ground you, clark rubs a thumb over your cheek. “you really liked that.” he observes and you nod, leaning into his cheek. “maybe i’ll wear jeans more often, then.”

[rapidhighway]

HI, i'm just gonna drop this in your lap and run actually, a future AU

Part 2

[lucabyte]

Not all who wander are lost. Some who wander, however, are extremely, extremely lost.

[smthnsmthn-whumpblog]

i would like to see more permanent brain damage in whump please and thank you.

and not just traumatic head injuries, though they are fun, but also shit like hypoxia. you know how much fun you can have with that? like, maybe your whumpee drowns and is fully dead for a hot second, and there’s just. no air inside them for a while. they come to after someone saves their life and they’re just hacking and coughing and spluttering and desperately trying to suck down air, you know the drill. or maybe they get shot, in the liver or something, and they just won’t stop bleeding. when they eventually do, they’ve lost so much blood that they’re on death’s door, and there’s a race to get them a blood transfusion before it’s too late. the team manages, but only just, and whumpee’s brain has been deprived of oxygen for so long that when they eventually wake up, they’re so confused, and weak, and scared. fun stuff, right?

and then you have the brain damage. there is so much fucking potential here for whumpy recovery shit. maybe they can’t talk anymore, maybe they can’t understand people anymore, maybe they can’t move properly anymore, maybe they become a different person entirely, a la phineas gage. and they don’t know what to do. their entire life has just been permanently altered, their fucking brain is different now. they lash out more, they wished they didn’t but they can’t help it. or maybe they just become apathetic, and they can’t feel any emotions strongly so they’re just left with this dull, droning sense of guilt for being such a dick. maybe they start crying every now and then, and they don’t really know why, they just feel so fucking sad. maybe they get consumed by this dreadful feeling of isolation, unable to communicate with their friends like they used to.

and then the team has to try and rehabilitate them.

[intotheelliwoods]

At some point Poptart finds out that One is trans during One's post-redemption phase

(he doesnt know how periods work)

(he is trying to be supportive)

One belongs to @dianagj-art

[vaguely-concerned]

on the one hand I think inner demons could stand to have a bit more romanced rook specific content, but on the other hand the underlying in-built implication that 'yours is the one true voice of comfort and safety in my inner world' is a sentiment and intimacy so way beyond the romantic or the platonic or any secret third thing you could care to name that it makes me lose my entire poor little mind a bit. it's so big and fundamental — near-existential — that in that exact moment at least the distinctions kind of seem irrelevant.

all the people lucanis' mind conjures up along the way are relationships he has that are unavoidably mixed and fraught in some ways even when they're also full of love (they are fraught BECAUSE they're full of love) — the good in them inseparable from things that hurt him at the same time. (it's about: the basic disorganized attachment patterns this poor guy is dragging around with him. careful with those, they're dellamorte heirlooms. what you love also inevitably hurts you and you won't be allowed to have one without the other, you have to surrender parts of your soul to hold on to what little you have left: this is the story up until now.) and the idea that rook isn't that to him — that beneath the fear of wanting them when romanced (which is more its own separate thing because within this psychology, actively wanting something and not just clinging on for dear life to even a meager status quo lest you lose it is in itself dangerous bordering on catastrophic), this is a relationship where there isn't resentment, or guilt, or shame, or dread, or rage, or self-hate, or any of the other emotions that keep him paralyzed, unable to move this way or that. no debts, nothing owed of yourself and your soul's substance except what you can freely and safely and happily give. love and freedom don't coexist — but, I mean, you're almost starting to make me think........... unless...👀👀👀. the unconditional and undramatic 'you are here and I am here with you, you can be exactly how you are right now with me and it's safe for us both even though you're afraid it won't be, I'm not going anywhere' acceptance rook shows him here that he returns to them in the big romance scene, when it's rook who needs it. the way he's just. standing there in the center of it all, like a child desperately helplessly waiting to be found, hiding in the place he hopes you'll know to look first. (rook does know. it's one of the first things they say in there.)

in short the most important room in his little mind palace for the romance is the very first room — the one where rook isn't. where, in fact, rook cannot be, because they disprove the entire structure of the place with their existence and presence in his life. with everyone else he's putting words in their mouths about what they think of him, and rook is the one who actually gets to come in to speak their own words to him — and have him listen. ('he'll listen to you, he always listens to you', 'your voice is a comfort'.) of course rook isn't present anywhere else in there — at the risk of stating the obvious to a tedious degree, they aren't one of the locks, they're bringing the key. in the very finest 'the messenger and the message' sort of way.

[ashleyloob]

I randomly got dragged to Mormon church and met the illustrator for A Series of Unfortunate Events who is apparently a bishop at the church, and now we are Instagram mutuals. today was so bizarre

[getyinyusedtoit]

thinking about xie lian getting asked to stop dropping random facts, quotes, recipes, etc into the communication array by the heavenly officials because they find him annoying, meanwhile hua cheng is not only enraptured by everything xie lian has to say but he has his own 800+ years of random knowledge and trivia stored up and prepared to randomly share back.

[chloesimaginationthings]

I can't be the only one.

I’ll be honest and say I literally did base William’s face off this image…