#idek why this came to me

[destiel-more-like-im-dead-again]

you know how producers basically shoved a box of accessories at Jensen and told him to pick whatever for Dean to wear back in 2005. well I’m imagining them doing that with Jared and him giving Sam a puka shell necklace. can you even imagine the amount of shit Dean would have given him

[rainjazzvibe]

the leaves of a tree becomes your warm tea,

the bark becomes your favorite book,

the cortex becomes your beloved desk,

the roots becomes your medicine even perfumes.

trees will sustain you. the silly woody things in the forest and the parks, gave us our comfy bed, strong wall, and sturdy furnitures.

[polyamorouspunk]

This is the frayed, this is the torn, this is the beaten, this is the scorned- oh! And now you’ve forced the beast (me) to bear it’s teeth.

So I'd like you to meet my partners. This is the broken, this is the beaten, and this is the damned.

[dizzybizz]

youll never believe it but i have more magma stuff

[vllergy]

F L I C K E R || H//azbin H//otel

lil s//taticm//oth because i'm going insane kink!v/al because reasons

Val's lower arms come to rest on Vox's thighs. The tech mogul repositions himself along Val's hips which earns him something between a grunt and a growl. The moth's upper arms reach up, one hand curling around a lean shoulder and the other pulling at the lapel of his blazer to yank him back into a kiss. As Vox leans in, his screen flickers just slightly. It's slight. Barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. But Val is always paying attention. His tongue glides up the flat, smooth surface, feeling the strange static hum on his tastebuds. "Mm, trouble, amorcito?" he asks as his tongue snakes back into his mouth.

Vox peeks a red eye open, "Huh?"

Val's smile sharpens. "Nothing."

He pulls Vox closer by the hips, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. He feels like starting a fight. It'll make this so much sweeter. Vox is always so much sexier when he's on edge.

Shoving back, he yanks his head away from Vox's mouth and narrows his carmine eyes.

"You're distracted," he accuses.

Vox blinks. He looks surprised, then his expression flattens into annoyance.

"The fuck? No I'm not."

"You are. You think I don't know?"

There's that flicker again. It's a little more pronounced this time. A whisper of static around the edges of his screen, as if someone just gave the side of his box a good whack. Vox is oblivious to it, or at least he's pretending to be. Arousal pools in Val's gut.

"I have plenty of other people I could be fucking, Vox."

"Why do you always fucking do this?" Vox complained, "I was just getting into it."

"Then why are you doing that?"

Another wobble of his screen. It passes in an instant.

"Doing what?!"

Val scrapes a gold plated claw down the edge of his casing. Again, the screen twitches and this time, it comes with a soft, uneven inhale on Vox's part.

"Hhih..."

"You're all...glitchy," Val grins.

Vox wrenches out of the path of his hand and recovers, "Fuck off, no I'm not. Are we doing this or can I get back to work?"

Val leaned back into the chair, smug. "That depends." "On what?" Vox snapped.

"If you're going to just get it over with and sneeze already."

Vox's hypnotic eye went wide and crazed for a moment, the other tightening in clear aggravation.

"I'm not--" "Oh, but you are," Val murmured, dropping his voice low, "I know you, baby."

As if enticed by the mere suggestion, Vox's screen flickered again. This time, he acknowledged it with a slight twist of his expression. He blinked hard and shook his head. Val could hear his fans whirring in earnest.

One of his hands went up the sinuous curve of Vox's waist. He felt his ribs expanding in his palm. "Hiih..hhh..." Vox's screen began to fade with his breath, winking out as he slowly lost control.

"Mmm, I thought so," Val grinned.

Vox's screen went completely black before he whipped to the side with a face full of grey, crackling static and--

"H’AEHHZZSCH'ah!"

"Hey," Val murmured as he watched Vox's expression slowly filter back onto his screen, his pixelated eyes squinting in itchy limbo. Val grabbed the side of his face, turning the Overlord towards him with a forceful tug. "Don't turn away from me."

Vox gasped, planting a hand in Val's chest to try and put some distance between them as his head snapped down with a poorly contained second sneeze.

"hH’NGXtssh!"

"And what have I told you about holding back?"

"For fuuuhcks saake, Val," Vox managed to roll his eyes as his screen glowed erratically.

Val pulled him closer, listening to his fans working overtime, the whine of his internal processors trying to dispel the irritant. There was one heavy inhale, and then another. Vox's chest pressed against his desperately.

"Ghh...hg..."

As much as he wanted to be close, he enjoyed the show far too much to miss the front row seat. Val leaned back once more and watched hungrily as Vox's expression snapped and popped with stray tendrils of wayward electricity.

Finally, he gave in, sneezing freely into Val's lap.

"eH'HTZ҉Z҉S҉H҉IEW!" The power in the building whined as it overloaded and filled every room with blinding light. Somewhere overhead, a lightbulb popped. Third time this fucking month.

Vox groaned in the aftermath. His expression returned to his screen, slightly dazed, undoubtedly annoyed.

"So sneezy," Val praised him his arms pulling the other Overload close once more as he sniffled scratchy, static sounds into his ear.

"Fuck you," Vox muttered in a congested voice. But he melted into Val's touch, rubbing the flat surface of his screen along his shoulder for some relief.

"Are you done?"

"Think so." "Shame."

[aecholapis]

Grandpa, your thighs...

[fakeoutbf]

five stages of grief but it’s five stages of social anxiety

[skitskatdacat63]

Contemplation on Seb's hair:

[parroset]

My favorite character, Sir Aaravos Newton

[clochanamarch]

aisling has never once tried a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. like she makes them for the kids but she has never personally eaten one before.

[yaminerua]

Heartbreaking: favourite shirt has been worn out from constant use. Second favourite shirt has now been called upon to take its place, doomed to suffer the same fate

[nervocat]

I forgot how much I like Scar. Uh oh.

[gio-cosmo]

before i even played p3 my friend told me i look like jin and i hate it . ihave orange glasses (the frames anyway) and the side shave hair and the ends r dyed blue/green its so scary

😲! I have to get glasses soon (I was supposed to get them last year but then procrastinated and lost the prescription 💀💀 I’m over here walking around with blurry vision out of pure laziness on my part lmfao) and am deadass planning to get the most similar looking glasses to Jin’s as I can find. Not with the orange lenses but just overall shape ig lol. I’ve also considered dying my hair blue,,,still heavily considering it tbh.

[jtl07]

late night vigil

camila is no stranger to intimacy, to companionship as some would say more delicately, even if the acts they engage in are anything but. she also knows that beatrice has been as haunted as much as she’s been freed, waiting even as she’s living. or: camila learns about beatrice's strap; she helps in her own way

(mind the rating 🙈)

[suddenlymicah]

damn. I just had a dream it was christmas and my great grandma tried to convert me to christianity and the worst part is it wasnt even that unrealistic. She also told me that i'll "go to hell tonight" so thats cool. Anyways i woke up and now my wrist hurts

[eudico-my-beloved]

Medic as tellulu/ witch in ga1ahad and scientific witchery...