#idk this is the first thing that popped into my head

[proftoetickler217]

i’m sorry but idk why this was the first thing to pop into my head when i saw this

HELP HE HACKS MY ACCOUNT

[yvesssssssss]

HEAR ME OUTTT so shin heiisuke and nagumo right ??

reader walking into the kitchen rubbing the sleep away from her eyes whilst wearing their hoodie/article of clothing and then the guys get the “look of love” from No.1 party anthem in their eyes ?!1!1 idk im like curious !! thank you for your service !!! If you don’t understand i can reexplain !!

Them being so inlove w/you :3

Crying coz this kind of man only exists in stories💔💔💔💔

Nagumo yoichi

He’s already in the kitchen when you arrive, leaning against the counter like he owns the place, sipping black coffee and pretending not to be waiting for you.

But the second you appear—sleepy, slow, and wrapped in his jacket—Nagumo forgets every single one of his cool guy routines.

His jacket’s too big on you, zipped halfway, slipping off your shoulder. You’ve got a hand dragging through your hair, your eyes still half-lidded with sleep, and you let out the softest little sigh as you walk toward him like he’s gravity.

And something in Nagumo just—breaks.

Not in a painful way. No. In the way that a heart breaks open when it’s too full. When love gets so big inside him that it spills over into every inch of him. He watches you move like the moment’s been slowed down for his benefit. Every breath you take is poetry. Every blink is art.

You don’t even realize what you’re doing to him.

You glance up. “Did you make coffee?”

He tries to speak. His voice catches. “Yeah. Panda mug?”

You nod.

And he’s gone. Completely, hopelessly, head-over-heels gone.

He passes you the mug, but he’s not smiling like usual—he’s looking at you like you hung the stars. Like this is the softest miracle he’s ever witnessed. Like he wants to memorize you just like this: sleepy, cozy, in his clothes, asking for coffee like it’s always been the two of you.

As you sip, oblivious, he just stares.

And thinks, God, I’m gonna marry her one day.

Shin asakura

The toast pops up and Shin doesn’t even blink.

He’s leaning on the counter, arms crossed, eyes focused on absolutely nothing—until he feels you coming. The subtle rhythm of your sleepy heartbeat, the shuffle of your steps, the quiet hum of your presence that always finds its way to him before anything else.

He turns.

And suddenly, the whole world slows down.

You walk into the kitchen, small and warm in his hoodie. The one he trains in. The one you always steal “just for a second” and never return. It swallows you up—sleeves past your fingertips, the hem brushing your thighs. Your hair’s a soft, sleepy mess. You rub one eye with the back of your hand, letting out the tiniest yawn, and blink like you’ve just stumbled out of a dream.

You look like a dream.

He just stares. Openly, helplessly, wholly in awe. His breath hitches, and his chest aches in that slow, sweet way it does when he’s reminded that he loves you more than he has words for. More than logic. More than sense.

You mumble, “Morning,” and pad over toward the cupboard.

Shin’s lips twitch, just barely. “You’re wearing my hoodie,” he says softly, like he can’t believe it even as he sees it.

You glance down at yourself, then back at him. “It’s comfy.”

Comfy. God. You could be wearing a paper bag and he’d still think you were the most beautiful thing in existence.

He watches you with this look—eyes gentle, heart full, like every time he sees you, it’s the first time all over again. His psychic ability might tell him people’s thoughts, but right now? His own are loud enough to drown everything out:

I’m so in love with her it actually hurts.

Heisuke mashimo

He’s cleaning his rifle at the kitchen table because, well, he likes routine.

The morning’s quiet. Sunlight spills in through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the wood. He’s humming under his breath, completely in his own world—until you enter it.

He glances up.

And the rest of the world disappears.

You’re wearing his hoodie. The navy one with the frayed cuffs, soft from years of wear. It hangs loosely on you, pooling at your hips, looking so painfully cute that he forgets how to breathe.

You give him a bleary blink and a tiny smile. “Hey.”

Heisuke’s heart melts on the spot.

He drops the cloth in his hand, totally forgetting the disassembled rifle in front of him. His face goes pink immediately, but it’s not embarrassment—it’s just you. You, sleep-flushed and casual, like this is the most natural thing in the world. Like you belong in his clothes. Like you belong with him.

“I—you look…” he fumbles, searching for a word that’s not “perfect” or “angelic” or “wife-material.”

“…Cozy.”

You smile again and stretch your arms up, hoodie sleeves flopping around. “Mhm. Your stuff’s warmer than mine.”

He laughs—soft and breathless.

He doesn’t say it aloud, but the thought’s warm in his chest like sunlight:

She chose mine. She could’ve picked anything, and she picked mine.

He might’ve just fallen in love with you all over again.

[normaltothemax]

@detectiveconnor liked this for a starter (accepting!)

“I didn’t kill them.” This was bullshit. “This is bullshit.” This was all such bullshit. They were being framed for a goddamn massacre, every news channel was calling them a murderer, and all they’d done was try and protect people. Cate and Sam were being hailed as heroes, and Jordan and company were taking the fall. Clearly agitated, Jordan’s hands balled into fists on the table. They weren’t sure what to expect here, so they sat in the dumb, uncomfortable chair in their invulnerable male form, just in case. Knowing they couldn’t be hurt made them feel a tiny bit better, but their eyes kept darting to the door, as if they were expecting someone to kick it in at any moment and drag them, kicking and screaming, down to The Woods.

[iaminjail]

michael mell gets bullied by an evil supercomputer.png this is not a michael gets squipped au btw lol i just wanted to draw smth silly. anyways i love this guy forreel <3

cropped ver.

[ibetittering]

Got my friend to watch rvb but he stopped RIGHT before the tex gender reveal so I have to keep skirting around it and it's KILLING ME 😭😭😭

(Part 18)

[catgirlkirigiri]

Iris my love... gotta have the girly secondary fursona. For gender time. Actually think she's being demoted to fursona number 3 but idk we'll see about the pecking order when refs are all done. She was waaay overdue for a redesign oh shit I just realized I didn't put a color palette on here. Oh well ig too late for that now I am not rearranging that bg

[semothekat]

me when im crazy about two characters that dont even know each other.

Thank you to @oathofkaslana for writing the id for this!!

[kiiitasticgames]

TAKE THE SHOT!!!!!!!!!

[pockyfr0g]

RANGOON OLIVE HOW MANY YEARS HAVE YOU BEEN MAKING CONTENT

based on this

[lysaisland]

why am i seeing writer hate in the x reader tags??

[thedeathdeelers]

why is it that some makeup tutorials resemble so much those recipes that are “how to make food out of leftovers and things you find in your kitchen!” and the first ingredient is “enoki mushrooms & truffle oil” like ….in whAT HOUSEHOLD

[munsons-mutiny]

New headcanon:

Husk is a cat bc he’s trans and in life felt so much dysphoria that is internalized issues manifested as being a literal pussy cat.

[theimperialnuisance]

FFXIVWrite Day 11: Surrogate

Characters: N’Noah Wiloh and Kien Eilath Word count: 729 Timeline: Set far in the future, no particular expansion in mind Warnings: None Notes: Is there any indication that something like surrogacy is a thing in this world like we have in irl with modern technology? No idea. But this was the first thing that popped into my mind and I ran with it. Plus I’ve been toying with this idea in Kien’s story eventually so glad I finally have a chance to get it out on paper. Enjoy~

The idea of being a mother to her own children was never something N’noah considered. Sure, she enjoyed being around children or taking care of Tokki or Blaise’s kids when they needed someone to watch them but, she always did so with the happiness of knowing she would return home to Sicard and not have to deal with a child yelling for no reason or pulling on her tail for fun. She wasn’t even sure if she was built to be a mother, mainly because she never had a good example to go off of–her mother being too ill to show her what it took to be a mother–if that was something that could even be taught. 

She would sometimes wonder, however, what it would be like to be a mother, or at least, go through the motions of it all without having the permanent result of parenthood–she knew she wasn’t ready for that–but maybe if she could somehow go through the process first it could help her make up her mind. But…that was something that was merely a dream and besides, she was happy enough to continue traveling the seas with just her lover by her side. 

But then–strangely enough–that dream would become a reality. 

She hadn’t known what to expect when Kien wrote to her, asking if he and G’raha could meet with her for lunch. He didn’t specify what he wanted to talk about–only that he had an important question and it was best to be asked in person. Never being one to turn down food and good company, Noah met with Kien and G’raha at the Last Stand one sunny afternoon. 

After lunch was finished, the three of them sat and chatted the afternoon away until finally, as the sun began its descent into the horizon, Kien’s expression turned nervous and he began to fidget until G’raha calmly placed his hand atop his and nodded encouragingly. Kien sucked in a breath and asked the question that brought them together.

The initial request catches Noah by surprise, her breath catching in her throat. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, the tension palpable at the table as an array of emotions flickered across her face. She must’ve made her initial shock plain because suddenly Kien’s cheeks turn a shade of pink and he’s frantically waving his hands in front of his chest, a look of embarrassment written all over his face. “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to do it,” he said hastily. “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” 

Noah blinked at him, her eyebrows raising in confusion before a small played across her face and her eyes softened. “Kien, I’d be honored.” She replied sincerely. 

Kien, mid-babble in his apology, froze and blinked at her. “You-You would?” 

G’raha’s ears twitched forward in his surprise. “Are you certain? You’re not saying that because you feel pressured, are you?” 

Noah’s smile widened with a giggle as she reached her hands across the table to gently take Kien and G’raha’s hands in her own. “I’m not sure if I ever want children of my own at the moment but what I do know for certain is that I want to be Eorzea’s coolest aunt to a baby Eilath and if that means being your surrogate to make that happen, then I’d be honored.” 

Kien and G’raha took a moment to process Noah’s words before they looked at each other with wide smiles and laughs of relief and joy. Kien turned back to Noah with tears in his eyes, his grin infectious. “Noah–this means so much to me–to both of us,” He looked back at G’raha who was still at a loss for words but was smiling and nodding all the same. 

“And it means the world to me that you asked me, thank you,” Noah smiled back, feeling her heart flutter in excitement and anticipation. She hadn’t expected this to ever happen–the fact that her strange dream of going through the motion of motherhood without the actual child at the end–was coming true. The journey ahead was sure to be full of surprises but she was honestly happy to help her best friend start a family of his own. 

And maybe, after all was said and done, she’d learn if she wanted to be a mother to her own children someday. 

[hneycmb]

I need people to stop thinking of robots and AI in their current states of advancement as conscious beings. It's a weird amount of anthropomorphization that really misses the mark on what the concerns surrounding these things should be. When you start talking about AI and robots as anything but tools, you begin to view robots and AI themselves as the problem instead of the people in charge of them and what they're being used for. It also makes you sound like a luddite who thinks the voice in their smartphone is Literally The Devil.

[fatedmuses]

@nekrotisch asked: ❝   you’re holding it wrong.   ❞ // Issena

Issena looked down at the mage staff she was holding, then back up at Cassandra, and then back down at the mage staff. She didn't think she was holding it wrong? This was how she had been taught in the circle, and the wardens had never objected to it. Maybe Mourn Watchers used theirs differently?

"How would you hold it, then?" Issena asked curiously. "This is the only way I've ever held a staff."

[littlest-bugz]

I very much dislike being weird, but it was branded on my forehead when I was was a kid.