#i need to get headphones

[elegyofthemoon]

What are your OCs a part of exactly? Like, a fandom OC a roleplay OC or etc

I have a bunch of fandom OCs and then there's just original OCs as well!

And then there's the "OCs" aka characters I swooped out of canon because canon abandoned them and I said "hm! I think I can do more with you!" and then got sucked up into daydreaming too hard and worldbuilding :D

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[bamsara]

I love Arson he's my favorite heater but I should really get a cheap laptop one day so I can leave the house to write because the Noise. Is . Too Much. I need to go write in the forest

[somegrumpynerd]

@pigeonstab I finally got some motivation in me so it's time to extend Cross's misery lol

Also I had a bonus thought while drawing this:

Nobody understands what he's going through

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

wear headphones :)

You know what? This ones like a lootbox, you gotta open it to find out... :)

Guys. I am not lying to you, the request for this one was innocent. He just wanted to do that.

text cannot accurately describe this, but I must try.

Transcription: Fuck. Fuck. *exhales* Shit. mmmm-ohohoho. God ffffffffffffffffuck. Kff-agh. Aghhohoho fuck-God! Hah. Mmh!

The video is over. Go away. Go on. Get outta here.

What do you think there's more video? Oh what, because you can see it in the little seek bar? You just assume there's more content to extrapolate here?

Well, there isn't. Tell you what. Go ahead if you really want more content so bad, you pig. Go ahead and subscribe then. That's the way to see more of it.

Now goodbye! I'm off to suck Minos' c-

*end transcription*

Don't tell anyone but this is actually 2 clips I stuck together.

audio source part 1 - context for the noises

audio source part 2

[gideonisms]

I truly deeply feel like I've died. I fear my body may soon decide for me that I need a day off no matter how much vitamin c I take and how strict I am about eating 3 meals a day and sleeping enough

[pewpewpew]

Kakashi's dogs 1/8: Akino 😎 🍯 Commissions open! Pls dm me about new art!

[morganadismay]

colin morgan brainstorming a potential theatre piece / whimsical album with pj harvey and ben wishaw >>>>>> anything else the cast of this stupid show did. to me

[jaggybot3000]

I LOVE THE MIND ELECTRIC (INSTRUMENTALS) BY CHONNY JASH!!!!!! I LOVE NOISE IN MY EARS I LOVE ELECTRONIC MUSIC SAVE ME MIND ELECTRIC (INSTRUMENTAL) BY CHONNY JASH!!!!!!!!

[read-write-thrive]

Charles Rowland Week Day Five — Earring/AU

Yes this is late but shhhh this ficlet was not working with me!! Still not happy with it but here we are. TW: slurs for South Asian and queer people mentioned (aka paki and fag) as Charles recounts what some of the awful other guys were saying to him. Take care of yourself as always :) hope you enjoy!!

Charles knew it wasn’t fair of him to slam the door open. He came back practically right after class, for once, and he knew that Edwin would be doing homework at his desk. Sudden sounds were worse for Charles than Edwin, for the most part, but it was still a dick move on his part to just bang the door open, storm in, dump his stuff, and then immediately set about taking a shower. In his defence it had been a truly awful day and he figured it was better to take his anger out on inanimate objects than snap (or worse) at Edwin himself.

But, again, this was completely unknown to Edwin, who jumped and twisted in his seat to see what the noise was. He calmed a bit at seeing it was Charles, but still tore his headphones from his ears to start up, “Charles! What the devil has gotten into you?” When Charles dropped his stuff off without responding, Edwin continued, “Is everything alright? Are you alright?”

Charles whipped off his top, threw it in the vague direction of his hamper, and started pacing and taking his socks off at the same time (which doesn’t work very well, but he was too angry to think that through), “It’s those dicks in my woodwork class again! I swear to fuck I am going to drive one of those hammers through their fucking heads, nail their empty skulls together so they might have some fucking use!”

Edwin somehow audibly blinked, “Well. That’s a picture. What have they done this time?”

Charles managed to still himself to unbutton his jeans, “More homophobic, racist shit. ‘Charlie! Charlie! Is the earring because you’re a gross fag or a fucking paki?’ Absolute arseholes. Like it’s any of their fucking business—they wouldn’t know culture if it shagged their mums.”

Another blink, “They really got to you today, it seems. You should take solace in the fact that they’re uneducated as you can be and still stay at this school. Not only are they on the tutoring list—none of which I will ever touch, of course—but anyone with any knowledge of South Asian or gay cultures would know that you would need to have the right, not the left ear pierced.”

Somehow, this logic broke through Charles’s temper (which had to be a special skill of Edwin’s—most people manage to rile him up more). Charles paused in this process of emptying his jeans pockets and stared at his roommate/best friend, “Wait, what? Did you research that?”

Edwin didn’t blush often, but when he did it was always paired with the sternest of expressions and fiddling of his hands. Charles thought it was cute, not that he’d ever say that to another boy. But Edwin assumed that face and Charles thought about it anyway, slightly distracted as Edwin explained, “It was a long time ago, if you must know. Right when you came back with your left ear pierced, in fact. I was… concerned, that I may say something wrong or misinterpret any of it. I had no wish to offend you, which included not asking you outright. … So yes, I ‘researched’ it.”

Charles felt warm to his core in a good way for once, not how anger had been burning through him minutes before. Edwin had really taken the time to look it up, just for Charles? And—, “Wait, researched it how? The Indian ear piercing thing—which isn’t what this is, ‘n case that wasn’t clear—is usually for babies and they get both ears done. The gay thing— that’s not exactly in the library, innit?”

Edwin continued fidgeting, eventually pulling out his little personal notebook for reference of some sort, “In my research I found that which ear was pierced first was a gendered tradition—right ear first for boys, left ear first for girls. Following that was an awfully confusing description of some sort of thread used in place of an earring, which didn’t apply to your piercing so I chose not to pursue it further. As for the— the other, well. Do you remember the boy I tutor for mathematics?”

Charles wasn’t exactly following yet but couldn’t resist in of their usual jokes, “Monty or something, yeah? The one who’s gaga over you.”

As expected, Edwin rolled his eyes (and remained pink in the cheeks) and continued, “Monty, yes. One of his friends was in the area when our session wrapped up and came by to chat. Thomas, I think his name was. He had only one ear pierced as well, though his was on the right. I was pondering if I could naturally bring it up in conversation without being rude—“

“Aw, but you love being rude.”

Edwin’s flat stare caused giggles to flurry through Charles, who tried to quell them to better listen to the story, “—I had no interest in coming across as rude to a new acquaintance. He noticed me staring at the earring, unfortunately. He had already made some … interesting comments—“

Charles bristled, “Oi, what kind of interesting?”

Edwin somehow got redder and redder in the face by the second, “It’s unimportant to the story, Charles, now let me finish!” He waisted for Charles to nod before continuing, “Quite right. Now, Thomas had already complimented me and must have seen me as… I believe he thought that he and I were cut from similar cloth. He was all too glad to point out my staring at his jewellery, in front of Monty and all!, and tell me about its meaning. I was— mortified, to say the least. The proximity—“

“He made you uncomfortable? That wanker. What did you say his name was?” Charles couldn’t help himself—if someone was freaking Edwin out it was Charles who was going to bat, literally.

Edwin huffed, “He leaned in closer than I anticipated and whispered it to me. It caught me off guard. And considering he is a near stranger—yes, I was uncomfortable, but it is perfectly fine without any need for violence, Charles.”

Charles relaxed his grip on the cricket bat he kept at his nightstand, taking a deep breath to try and return to semi-peaceful. It was just him and Edwin, there was no present danger. If Edwin said it’s okay, he should trust him. Charles took another breath before responding, “Right. Well. If he ever does it again and you want to do something about it.”

Edwin’s soft smile returned, “Thank you, Charles. Though I do not believe it will come to that. But yes, that was my research at the time. I believe it was sometime during the infection that you admitted it was all for aesthetic purposes.”

Charles would usually get playfully riled up at that, but he was still keeping that anger bolted down in the basement of his mind so he decided against it. Naturally, he decided to return to jokes instead, “I can’t believe you were researching earrings just in case I was, what, a very late to the party traditional Indian baby? Or decided to pierce my eat instead of telling you I liked blokes? C’mon mate, have more faith in me than that!”

Charles must have said something wrong—Edwin’s fidgeting was back. The soft smile was all but gone, too, “Of course I do, I just— this was a while ago, and I—“ He sighed, running his hands through his usually perfectly gelled hair, looking directly at Charles for only a second, “Charles, I refuse to continue this conversation while you stand there in your boxers.”

Although tempted to poke fun at Edwin for being prudish, that was one of the issues he’d learned not to push—between his fucked up family and his general Edwin-ness, Charles had learned nudity, sex, and the like weren’t well-received. Maybe one of these days they could discuss all of that, but not today. They’d both had quite a lot of Feelings for today.

Charles resumed his usual grin, grabbing what he needed for a shower, “Well I’m showering before we continue, then. Am I all set to use the bathroom?”

Edwin waved him on, replacing his headphones and returning to his homework. Charles took the dismissal without issue and went to take his shower as intended—only stopping to stare at (the earring) himself in the mirror for a tad longer than normal. He’d never regret it based on how cool it looked, obviously, but still. Being kicked around for so long sometimes makes you wonder if it’s be easier to join the team.

Nah, fuck that. Those poor sods can’t even spell aesthetic, let alone understand it. The earring was part of him, and he still cuddled the warm feeling of Edwin’s care to his chest. Going through all that effort—well, not really effort to get flirted with by some bloke called Thomas—to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt Charles’s feelings? For not the first and definitely not the last time, Charles took a second to appreciate it—he really was lucky to have Edwin around.

[astrobei]

2000s byler au that plays out pretty much exactly like the show except when will moves to california after the rain fight mike listens to i miss you by blink 182 on repeat for the entirety of those six months

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Summer days induced sleepiness, causing Obanai to be constantly bored but too lazy to do anything. In hopes to cure his dilemma of having nothing to do, he called Mitsuri. She was quick to answer and eager to please, having her mother drop her off at Obanai’s house. But apparently even Mitsuri’s never ending enthusiasm was dampened by the hot weather, and they ended up laying aimlessly on the couch, staring at the ceiling and talking.

Somewhere through Mitsuri’s explanation about why one of her cats was refusing to go in her bedroom, she trailed off. Obanai took a moment to realize that she wasn’t just thinking and he propped himself up, gazing down at Mitsuri. She was curled up, back facing him, her eyes closed. She must’ve fallen asleep, he realized, and smiled to himself. Oh, well, they could both use some sleep to pass time. So Obanai lay back down, letting himself relax into a dreamless sleep.

Some time later, he awoke to the sound of rain. A bit confused, mind muddled from sleep, he blinked, turning to the window. His eyebrows lifted as he realized it was raining, the trees outside swaying in time with the wind. The drastic weather change threw him off for a moment and he struggled to understand if he’d slept a whole day.

Then he felt Mitsuri rolling over, still asleep as she found a more comfortable position. He sought out his phone, noting it had been a couple hours since they’d fallen asleep. Likely, Mitsuri’s parents were wondering what she was doing now. It was beginning to get late anyway, and she’d promised to be home by 5. It was 6, now, but he hoped the rain was enough explanation for her lack of response to their undoubtedly worried texts.

Gently, he nudged Mitsuri, trying to wake her up. “Mitsuri…” he whispered, moving one of her braids to settle against her back.

Mitsuri shifted, but didn’t awaken right away. After repeating the process again, Obanai managed to get her to sit up, her hands closing to rub at her eyes. She mumbled something of question, yawning.

“It’s, uhm, six,” he explained. “You probably have to get home now.”

With that, she snapped awake, grabbing her phone to frantically text her parents. Obanai waited patiently until she’d sorted things out, watching her expressions change quickly. She was always so expressive, and he adored that about her.

After a while, she looked up with an apologetic smile. “Is it alright if I just stay here for the night? Something happened with some tree that fell in my neighborhood… I think from the wind? So they’re not allowed to drive through, and I live on those dead end roads,” she explained, eyes flicking down to her phone. “If not, I can tell my parents and we’ll figure out a way to get me back.”

Obanai was reasonably surprised, but shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I’ll consult my cousin, but she usually doesn’t care,” he promised. Their parents were gone for some time, and given that his cousin was eighteen, he was put in her charge for the moment. She was honestly bad at her job, but it meant more freedom for him.

“Are you sure? Can you ask her now? I want to tell my parents,” Mitsuri said, then quickly added, “they won’t mind either answer, I just don’t want them to worry any longer.”

Nodding, Obanai stood and maneuvered the house to his cousin’s room, knocking and waiting impatiently. She appeared after a moment, raised an eyebrow, and interrupted him before he could get two words out.

“Do whatever. Just leave me be,” she said flatly, then shut the door in his face.

…alright. It wasn’t Obanai’s fault if she got upset at Mitsuri’s stay.

He returned to the living room, giving Mitsuri the okay. She confirmed it with her parents, reassured them that it was Obanai and she’d be fine, then pocketed her phone.

“Ahh, I’m sorry about that,” she fretted.

“No, no. It’s okay. You’re staying the night, right? Are you hungry?” he asked. He wasn’t hungry himself—would’ve just skipped dinner—but Mitsuri nodded and they moved to the kitchen.

Once they pulled some random foods from the fridge and the cabinets, Obanai made some quick sandwiches, not quite wanting to cook and risk his cousin being annoyed by the smells. They settled down to eat, and Mitsuri chatted animatedly, quite refreshed from the nap and the cooler temperature. After they finished eating, they departed to Obanai’s room, taking the safer bet in staying out of anyone’s way.

The rain continued on, and somewhere around 10, Obanai glanced outside. It had gotten dark a couple hours ago, but now he could barely see anything out the window except the street light that glowed pitifully against the blur of the rain and the darkness around it. Mitsuri followed his gaze, humming something of content.

“Rain sounds are so pretty,” she commented, beaming when Obanai agreed. “They make me tired, sometimes. But we slept earlier so I’m not too tired now…”

“We can stay up,” Obanai offered. He didn’t feel like sleeping much, either.

Mitsuri pondered this, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. “Okay,” she agreed, after a moment. “But let’s sleep at midnight, maybe? I don’t want to be tired tomorrow.”

With that agreed to, they took brief showers and Obanai offered her some of his bigger clothing (which admittedly fit Mitsuri a bit snuggly), and they clambered into his bed. Mitsuri kept up a steady conversation, skipping through topics and leading most of the talking. She seemed happy with it, snuggling closer to him and pulling the blanket to her chin. The night dozed on but they remained awake until nearly 1 a.m. when Mitsuri checked her phone and panicked at how they’d lost track of time.

She was keen on sleeping, and Obanai caved, allowing himself to be pulled down and join her in resting. Though he couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep, Mitsuri somehow managed to drift off amazingly quickly, her arms wrapped around him as her breathing steadied out.

Quite late into the night, somewhere around 2 a.m., Obanai heard the faint sounds of his cousin finally ceasing her unnecessarily loud music and settling into sleep, as well. The rain was still going, as was Obanai’s body’s apparent lack of interest in resting. Mitsuri continued providing him with warmth he wasn’t used to, and he found himself pulling her closer at one point, bringing the blanket higher to tuck around her more tightly. He closed his eyes, trying to match his breathing to hers. Before he knew it, his mind was wilting, dipping into the unmistakeable signs of fatigue. It could’ve been the pattering of raindrops on the roof, or the steady rise and fall of Mitsuri’s breath, but Obanai was finally lulled into sleep, sinking into her embrace and letting the late hour whisk him away into hazy dreams.

[artseuki]

Finally getting around to sharing my Elesa cosplay pics from last SDCC! Gen V still holds a very special place in my heart (esp the Nimbasa trio 👀), so it was fun bringing her design to life!

Photography: @nymphofnovels

[stardustedknuckles]

I've never had noise canceling headphones before and I feel like I'm having a religious experience. I feel like a blinkered horse. Like this is WHY they were blinkered. Apparently the hypervigilance is stored in the ears for me and this not only takes that WAY down to a level I never realized was possible, it also clears the cache of that part of my brain and I can THINK.

What the fuck. Where have these BEEN. I feel like I purchased a (frankly cheaply made) superpower.

[kayvsworld]

fun mcu buckytony tunabucket fact of the day they both play piano. thank you mcu for this fun canon buckytony fact

[possession1981-moving]

went window shopping in those baggy jeans nct love so much