#im chatty today

[zarvasace]

Also my backlog of comments is really long, I'm gonna try to make some progress but goodness gracious.

@ that one person leaving comments on almost everything: I love you

[daedrabait]

when you feel clever about a plot device and make a joke that everyone recites about skyrim a reality in your story but you cant tell anyone what it is because thatll spoil it

[natsmagi]

u ever think abt. natsumes hair being longer now

[the-ghost-bird]

Listen, I wanna bottom for a woman only so I can turn the tables afterwards and show her how quick and easy it is for me to take control and have her face pressed into the mattress

[basedtater]

my mom is trying so hard to talk me into buying an electric vehicle but also,,,, i want a subuwu

[vinnymauro]

dear classic rock station for philadelphia, santeria by sublime came out 18 years ago. this is not classic rock.

[pastrytown]

Talk to me

[unexpectedbrickattack]

babpy.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 19 — mechanic — 843 words aka motocross enthusiasts to future boyfriends

James hastens to unclip and throw off his helmet. Carelessly, he throws it to the side where it lands with a dull thud in the foliage while he runs over to the person that just slipped off their motocross bike in front of him.

They were racing each other.

He came out of nowhere, appearing on the trail right next to James. As if he’d materialized himself out of thin air. Decked out in all black and bike an atrocious lime yellow-green that doesn’t blend with the background of the forest even if it wanted to.

He’d snaked his way in front of James when their twin paths united again. Two fingers were tipped from his helmet in a mock salute and then he’d accelerate hard and fast, swirling dirt at James’ helmet visor.

And, well. James has never said no to a challenge a day in his life. Especially from such a cheeky opponent. So James had revved his engine and done his best to keep up and find ways to overtake his mysterious challenger.

The thing is, the other guy was fast. Quick and nimble on his bike, winding between trees and seeking out every opportunity to get a good head start. Jumping off hills instead of taking them easier, dangerous maneuvers, snapping branches and leaving behind angry wheel tracks.

And James was chasing. As soon as the trees cleared a little James managed to pull almost level with him. The biker threw multiple looks over his shoulder when he noticed and James’ grin sharpened when he heard a short laugh from his front left. They parted ways when James chose to round a hill instead of going up and over it, slowing down to keep out of the other’s landing range.

But just as quickly James’ smile was gone.

Maybe the ground was muddier than the guy thought or he got too high-spirited. His hind wheel slipped right from underneath him upon hitting the ground again, making him tumble forward with the remaining momentum and his bike sideways.

Now, James skidders down onto his padded knees next to the body laying in the dirt. “Fuck, hey! You okay?”

He gets a groan in response, raspy and breathless.

And then James gets all breathless when the other guy weakly shoves off his own helmet. It’s pale skin contrasting starkly with his all black getup, dark curls tumbling onto his forehead and stormy eyes fluttering up at him.

Oh.

The gorgeous man on the ground grunts vaguely, “Never been better.”

James makes a skeptical noise. “Hey, open your eyes for me again. Can you see clearly?”

Slowly, grey eyes blink open and try focusing on James’ figure kneeling over him. His lips part around a silent gasp once they’re wide open, looking at James intensely. “Um, yeah,” he answers.

James’ mouth tips into a grin. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” the other breathes weakly.

“And your name is?”

“Regulus.”

James hums, “And how many fingers do you see, Regulus?” He holds up 3.

“Three,” Regulus answers dutifully.

James switches his fingers, holding his thumb to his forefinger, the tips of both of them creating a little heart. “And how many now?” James smirks.

Regulus’ wide eyed glance turns into a scowl, lips pouting as he pushes James’ hand away with a grumbling noise. James doesn’t miss the way his cheeks pinken though.

Regulus tries to sit up but he immediately plops back onto his elbows with a groan.

“Don’t be a hero,” James admonishes and pushes him to lay back down.

“How’s my bike?” Regulus wants to know. It’s quiet safe for the sounds of the forest, birds chirping, wind rustling the thicket.

James looks over his shoulder where the lime green atrocious is laying sideways in the leaves. The motor isn’t on anymore but it doesn’t look bent or scratched. “Looks in okay shape,” James replies, turning back to Regulus. He’s looking up at him with an uneasy gleam in his bright eyes. James drives a hand through his hair, licks his lips. Regulus’ eyes follow the motion. ”Easily fixable, I bet,” James reassures, “Probably just some of the electronics impacted.”

Regulus lets his head thump back into the foliage with an unhappy groan.

James grins. “Hey, y’know what? I’ll take you to my mechanic. Guy’s awesome! Funniest person I know and he really knows his bikes.”

James expects Regulus to lighten up and be thankful for the offer but instead he’s met with an almost patronizing smile in return. “Hard pass. I already have a trusted mechanic.”

James narrows his eyes, feeling defensive. “Well, your loss then. Sirius always does a flawless job for a good price. Plus,” he grins again, “His fancy ass espresso machine makes a mean hot chocolate. And he lets me have one every time.” James nods to himself, feeling victorious.

Something flits over grey eyes and then Regulus’ own lips tip onto a smirk. “I know,” he answers and James is properly confused for a few momentps before Regulus goes on. “I bought it for my brother.”

[hashtagonlyingotham]

new to gotham; i just saw some flamboyant clown man paint a smile on his mouth with blood- how the hell does he not have hiv or some shit?????

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[jojo-the-puppy]

i'm the comunal puppyboy everyone should pet me about it

[ceilidho]

i'm still sooooo disappointed by how good Longlegs was up until that weird 3rd act twist. truly had so much promise and potential, but that twist was so ? not necessarily out of nowhere, but kind of a weird decision and didn't pair well with the rest of the film at all imo.

[nyxfaei]

Anyhow- John Doe malevolent’s noncorporeal boobs

[spotsupstuff]

i've been havin weak moments for this kinda stuff these last two days...

[marbleboa]

Thinking about the esper kids Claw took made me remember an idea I had for a mp100 oc around that subject...really liked the idea of an esper kid who was taken, experimented on, but did eventually manage to escape from Claw--however, deeply struggled with returning to a normal life after their experiences.

Few years pass, WD arc happens, basically all their worst fears confirmed, and that's the breaking point for them to go off act on the urge they've had for a long time now. Ends up throwing themselves into this Revenge Quest to track down and eliminate the members that scattered after Claw fell.

[datura-tea]

ALSO. i think im gonna make avery/ulysses a thing :)) but unlike moz/ulysses they're messy exes with no hope at reconciliation and ulysses is actively wanting avery (and himself) dead. it's all very "i hope you die i hope we both die" - no children by mountain goats lmao