#i went mad at the start

[xxplastic-cubexx]

your krakoa era cherik art has altered my brain chemistry

more krakoa era is to come from me my friend so i worry for your brain

[giritina]

This 2chan board i found is making me fucking crazy. If you were curious if chan board users were universally pathetic

[icepip]

18+/mdni. satoru x male reader. sub gojo. daddy kink(slight).

satoru looked so pretty like this, you think. face and chest flushed a bright red, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, snowy hair stuck to his forehead and splayed out on the pillow like a halo, cock twitching and leaking with every thrust of your hips. the picture perfect snapshot of sin.

he had a tendency to run his mouth, to fill any space he deemed to be empty air, and now was no different — though nearly every sound was a broken cry or chants of your name. to have the strongest sorcerer falling apart in your bed, to be reduced to a whining mess, was certainly an ego boost that you wouldn't pass up.

"please — haah! — r-right there!" satoru's lips were swollen, his teeth gnawing on the plush skin to hold in his sounds. a habit he had that never seemed to bare any fruit as the lightest touch had him moaning like a whore.

your hands grabbed at his waist, fingers digging into his pale skin and sure to leave marks of your claim. a shift in the angle made him clench around you, his walls tightening as you found his prostate.

"fuck! shit, yes!" his words slurred together, drool falling from the corner of his lips. there was a wet patch on his abdomen, sticky precum that grew every time his cock slapped against his skin.

satoru was getting close, and you were sure to tumble soon after him.

"fuck, w'nna cum! oh, please, daddy," he grasped at the crumpled sheets beneath him, voice and thighs shaking. "pleasepleaseplease!"

and you were never one to deny satoru of anything.

he came untouched, his cock releasing onto his stomach as his chest heaved with quick and shallow breaths. you spilled inside him, your hips pressed firmly against his own before stilling.

he might've looked pretty before, but now, he looked absolutely breathtaking.

[independent-fics]

The Leverage OT3 in Every Episode

Leverage: 01x01 The Nigerian Job

[noughticalcrossings]

John Bridgens

Hold on, Henry

[spineless-lobster]

Alexander the great and hephaestion are so patrochilles coded it genuinely makes me sick to my stomach like how the fuck did they make the iliad in real life what the actual hell this is so fucked up

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Headcanon that since they live in a self aware musical Angel will use it to his advantage to fuck with people

He'll start playing music to see what the strangest thing he can get people to sing is

Everyone figures out what he's doing pretty fast but he keeps doing it because Alastor and Lucifer seem to have made it a competition to try and get each other to say the most embarrassing shit and neither of them will back down

The worst song he's gotten them to sing along to is Daisy by Ashnikko

This left multiple people dead, even more people traumatized, and got Angels music privileges restricted (in his defense he really thought this one would stump them)

He does feel kinda bad for Charlie but the horrified looks of Vaggie and Husks faces make everything worth it

(also Cherri and Nifty think it's hilarious)

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[infiniteorangethethird]

ik the common agreement in neurodivergent circles seems to be that we all function better at night but here's to the ones who are on the opposite end of the spectrum. To the early birds who wake at 7 and can't stay up past 10pm. To the ones who are left out of almost every social event bc everything seems to be happening after 8 but you're normally in bed by that point. To the ones who are made fun of bc "only little kids go to bed that early". To the ones who, even if they wanted to, can never seem to find their place among others bc of society's expectation that the real fun only begins after midnight. I see you, I feel you, and I wish you a very same

[fisheito]

Obligatory noctilucent post and i probably won't bring it up again:

-been playing since ... whenever they officially launched

-for the longest time the game gave me two chars i had zero interest in , and i sobbed pathetically in Poison Relief when they asked me to tap their dicks

-i originally thought Poison Hotspots were determined by personality, but I'm starting to think it's randomly generated

-now curious if I'll ever have to slap mishe's dick around because the only time i PR'd him , his hotspot was his hand.

-yes ok i see that it is random now but that makes me a lil sad because i wish some chars were exclusively leg freaks or wrist freaks or ThatOneMicroscopicPartoftheHip freaks u know hwwhat i mean

-i learnt that i do not cry pathetically every time the game wants me to Tap Crotch. Only when i must Tap Crotch someone i do not desire carnally

-on that note, why TF havent yall given me someone i desire carnally

-why is a he a top. Ok >, i know why he's a top. But u know wha t? I'm gonna de-top him . Until someone more appealing wanders into my sightline

-im struggling to stay immersed because everyone is so sad but no one is coping in the same way as me (not a single depressed clown in the group from what i see so far)

-yes, the underlying profound sadness. Yes, there's ljttle point to life. Yes, everyone u love is dying. Or. U dont know what it feels to love at all. Ok, but can you do a little song and dance to run from your existential angst

-wAIT are They GIVING ME A CHARACTER I WANT???? NO WAY BOYYEEEEEE hold up i gotta throw mega chowder at this bitcj

-hahaahhahhaahhhahahahahahhaa hyasha and sen being the same element in both their SR and SSR units so they always end up on th3 same team Do Not Separate

-wait omg for real Do Not Separate? For real? Are you realsing me rnMqmam

-cockblocked by chapter 7 boss. It's been weeks. Months. I even saw that announcement where they adjusted chap 7 to be easier..how? Where? I dony see it. I dont feel it. I dont have enough HP in the world

-i have unlocked 2 SSR rooms and both of them have anli coming pathetically multiple times while his partner is like lol that wont do

-and tbh that's great bc i find that more relatable aHAHAHA 3 pump chump anli i get you. . Look at these dudes. Understandable

-why tHe Frck they dint giv me the fishamn

-Fishless. Nocti wont let me be a schooling fish. Guess I'll just sit still like solitary rock on floor forev3r

-ppl who set their arena defense team to their weakest units are the Ultimate Team Players and i will vouch as their reference for anyone seeking to hire them

-nice tits, sir. How about you bring em a lil closer so i can clear the 9-turn mission on that lightning team stage

-PPWERBOTTOM POWEBRBUTTONPOWERMBOTTOMPOWERBKTOTOMYEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!?!??!?!?!??!??!?!??!?!?!?!?!!????%GIMMEGIMEMMEGIEM

-legit not sure how long this game will keep me in its little claws. It doesn't have the same teehee factor as nuca . And the porn is certainly... serious? Poignant porn??? I can't take the serious seriously u feel me

-[timeskip] and yet here i remain,grind'd to level 58 to uncork the cockblock on ch7

[wisegirl-seaweedbrain]

and the crowd… exchanges confused glances?

[tempered-grace]

Mending on my OTHER pair of climbing pants! Unfortunately I washed them and the different thread colors all kinda… homogenized. But it still looks cool I think

[mpregspn]

oh my gawwddd i stormed away from the dinner table bc my brother in law was like hey don't you have a new year's resolution to start running and my mom made fun of the way i pronounce Rs and i went to my room and started crying like a babyyyyyyy

[gil-notskajla]

AUs were meant for independent fanworks by fans who cant coordinate and agree upon all details like a studio or singular author would. They weren't meant for corporations.

[balrogballs]

Does a McBalls promo meal come with those squishable stress balls for a toy? I imagine they'd be either fiery-coloured or straight up moulded off elrond's 🤔

As someone who owns (or used to own, idk where it is now) a pair of testicle shaped stress balls which even had worryingly realistic hair attachments, I would hope that the McBall freebies are an exact replica of all four of the Lord of Imladris’ low-swinging wrinkleberries.

[kidvoodoo]

Yall think blond Jere is insane, I was there when THIS happened…