#im scared to post this lmfao

[vanillesuiker]

Hi this is purely self indulgent oc x canon that will never see the light of ao3, but I'm too proud of it to not post it anywhere.

But yeah warning this thing is RIDDLED with ocs.

I was listening to all I ask of you from the phantom of the opera for that last part and I think it shows. Anyway enjoy?? I guess? It's just insane fluff.

“Hey Miles?”

Sarah leaned on the kitchen island, snatching a piece of celery from the pile of cut up celery and carrots. The kitchen smelled like the new pasta Miles’ was cooking. He hummed in acknowledgement, swatting her hand away when she tried to grab another piece.

“I have a dumb question.” She said, waiting for a moment to see his reaction.

“Darling, with the shenanigans I witness in court, I highly doubt I’ll find anything you ask dumb.” Miles chuckles, dumping the celery in the pot.

“Hm, I doubt that.” Sarah pouts as her snacks fall into the sauce, only for Miles to slide a separate bowl of celery sticks to her.

“Why don’t you ever introduce me as your girlfriend?”

For a moment, Miles’ stirring stops. Neither of them say anything, the sound of the ventilation hood filling the silence.

“Can you elaborate?” Miles’ finally responds, looking a little awkward.

“Well… Whenever I pick you up from work, and we run into people you know, you never really introduce me to people as your girlfriend.”

“Hmm…” Miles hums, staring into the pasta sauce. “Does it bother you?”

“A bit. Sometimes it just creates awkward moments, like when prosecutor Godot was kind of hitting on me.” Sarah cringes at the memory. “And other times it just feels like you… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know, or you don’t know how to say it without hurting my feelings?” He sees right through her, as usual.

“Damn you and your prosecutor instincts.” She giggles, and Miles lets out a sigh of relief. For a second, he thought this was something too difficult for her to say, let alone laugh at something while thinking about it.

“I know you probably don’t mean it like this, but sometimes it just makes me feel like you don’t want people to know. Which is contradictory, I know.” She says, giving him a knowing look and continuing before he can fall into his court habits and object. “Because you’re not afraid of people seeing us together, otherwise you wouldn’t have your arm wrapped around me everywhere we go. But it still makes me feel like that.”

Miles doesn’t respond right away. At the start of their relationship, she struggled in these moments. When he wouldn’t immediately respond after she opened up about something, it felt like rejection. Nowadays, she knew he was just processing what she said, and trying to formulate a response that did her statement justice. He learned that with her several exes, also came a plethora of bad experiences, and he always did his best to keep that in consideration when she said or did something he didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like that. And especially because of the stupid reason I act like that.” He starts, taking a moment to really look at her. She already looked happier than she did a minute ago.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid.” Sarah walked around the kitchen island, standing next to him.

“No, it is quite dumb.” Miles chuckles, taking the pasta off the stove so it won’t boil over. He places his hands on her waist, and she quickly leans into the touch.

“I just really, really dislike the word girlfriend.”

Sarah’s face contorts as she tries to hold in her laughter.

“I told you it was stupid.”

~

“Sweetheart?”

“Too sappy.”

They lounged on the sofa together, Miles facing the television and only half paying attention to the Steel Samurai episode that was playing. He’d seen it at least six times already, it was more background noise now. Sarah made full use of the entire sofa. She was sprawled out over the pillow, legs resting on Miles’ thighs as she read from her phone.

“Your girl?”

“Same as girlfriend, too juvenile.”

“Are you calling me old, Miles Edgeworth?”

The lighting in their living room was warm and soft. Whenever they had moments like these, Sarah couldn’t really believe she only moved in a year ago. It took them a while to get to that point.

It wasn’t that Miles didn’t want her in his house. On the contrary, he always looked forward to the weekends, because it used to be the only time she would sleep over. But moving in felt like such a big step, one that he had never taken before. Ever since he moved out, he had been living alone. Sarah moving in was a big step, but after long conversations (and a presentation from her, with support from Davey and Phoenix, who really wanted to have the apartment to themselves), he decided it was time.

Even though it took some adjusting, he couldn't imagine it any other way now. Whenever she was home late because of work events or rehearsals, Miles always found himself frowning at the empty house. He always ended up staying awake until she got home, despite her repeatedly telling him not to.

“Partner?”

“Too legal, we’re not running a firm together.”

“Lover?”

“Too much like Gumshoe.”

Sarah gave an exasperated laugh. They had dropped the topic for dinner. The pasta was far too good for them to talk about that anyway.

“This would be so much easier if we were married.” She groaned. “You could just proudly present me as your wife, like how Phoenix presents his attorney’s badge whenever he’s nervous!”

“I guess that would be easier, huh…” Miles considered it for a moment. They had been together for two years now, almost three. Some seemed to think they were married already. Just last week, while Franziska and him were having their usual moment of catching up between cases, she had berated him for not proposing yet. Since then, it was always in the back of his mind. Maybe it coming up so naturally was a sign that he should do it. Phoenix would probably tell him it was.

The more he thought about it, the more clear it became that he only really had one reason why he hadn’t proposed yet.

Miles was a man of perfection. Even though he had let go of some of his extreme tendencies, he was still insistent that some things had to be done perfectly. Things like an opening statement, an anniversary date, or a proposal.

“Helloo, did you hear what I said?”

Sarah’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She looked so perfect, in that stupid raggedy Steel samurai shirt and with her hair already loosely braided for bed. Even when she was staring at him with a confused look, face illuminated by the blue light of her phone, he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. His thoughts simply wouldn’t connect, it was like the first time he saw her performing, descending onto the stage with that massive dress. Or when he finally got the chance to see her while working in the lab, so focused on her work that she didn’t even notice him standing in the doorway (when she did, she immediately berated him for not having a lab coat, while he argued that he was clearly behind the yellow line and it was therefore allowed). The only thoughts that would properly form clearly agreed on one thing; He was going to marry her, and there was no point in waiting.

Suddenly, he moved to get up. Sarah managed to pull her legs away just in time.

“Miles, are you okay?” She looked at him with such care, with such casual love, and that was not to say it wasn’t special, but it was normal, it was the standard, it was how she would look at him one year, no, six, ten, thirty years from no-

“Will you marry me?”

“Woah, wha- Yes, absolutely oh my god, but what?!” Now Sarah jumped up from the sofa as well.

Immediately, she’s swept up into his arms. One hand cradles the back of her head, bringing her lips to his, while the other rests right below her shoulder blade and pulls her tightly against him. Without even thinking she reciprocates, hands tangled in his hair. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared it would jump straight out of her chest. It would probably find its way straight to him, she mused.

If you asked either of them how long that moment lasted, they’d both be unable to answer. It felt like an eternity before he tentatively pulled away, just far enough for them to catch their breath.

“That was so sudden, I’m sorry. I don’t even have a ring yet, though I can assure you, you’ll be gett-”

“Shut up, I said yes already!” Sarah laughed, only now noticing the tears flowing freely over her face. Miles carefully swiped them away, cupping her face in his hands.

Kisses to his cheek quickly moved to another long kiss, the two of them ending up in a pile on the sofa.

“I love you. If that wasn’t clear already.” Sarah whispered, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

“It was quite clear, though I fear all evidence points to me loving you more.”

[deoidesign]

"what do hands mean about a character?"

Their hands mean they love eachother

(webcomic)

[jae-draws]

can i say something—

[unholyxvoid]

"my arms belong around you"

[do not save/repost]

uh yeah so . very self indulgent art of me n iv . cuddling . because i can and i wanted to and no one can stop me . to be fair this could also be ii or iii bc theyd look almost the same but its iv

alternative version of iv with thigh highs because my friend thought he was wearing them in the original one so i had to make a version with him actually wearing them . i do not regret it . and a blue shirt version bc i couldnt decide which shirt i liked more so im putting this one here as well

[generichoneydew]

Wtf the ant video hit 100k😭

Thats what I’m saying bro 😭😭😭 head in HANDS im going crazy.

[comet-wire]

Last night I cried, and I mean UGLY cried at a foul hour because I love Albert Wesker and I hate it. (/Lh)

Like first off, the man's name is Albert??? Need I say more? But then, his name is kinda gothic when you say his full name. I don't know if that's just me. But just simply referring to him as Albert is goofy as fuck considering he's supposed to be a villain in RE. Not only that, he's got paper thin lips. How's he gonna get a kiss kiss??☝️🤨/ref

But it wasn't only that, mind you, it's also because this absolute FUCK, this evil David Bowie and Johnny bravo looking mother fucker, has consumed my life and every waking thought that sometimes it genuinely hurts and that's what I hate about being autistic. It's just how much I want to consume of something once it becomes a special interest and/or hyperfixation. On top of that, Wesker is a special case for me because I found out I technically trauma bonded to him as a comfort character. For the past year and a half now, I got back into RE because of the RE4R and began hyperfixating on said game then it spiraled into hyperfixating about the Wesker's storyline, with project W and so on. I already have a tendency to go back to RE periodically every like two or so years but this has low-key been probably the longest I've consistently fixated on RE without a single break in-between. My dad and I bonded over resident evil, he's one of the people who got me into RE, albeit he watched the movies and I got into the game's. Which means RE means a whole lot to me and since he passed my fixation on it only heightened as a source of comfort. I also found out when you have a comfort character during a horrible period in your life, you very well can trauma bond with said character. So that means out of all characters, I have trauma bonded to Albert Wesker and I am two seconds away from tweaking. 🤩

On top of that, every time @rainbowroadonsteroids sends me something remotely Wesker related I start punching my wall and they bully me for it smh./Lh+nm

Shout out to my favorite human nightlight, Albert Wesker. ☝️🗿

[ickiess]

price x gn!reader. 18+. smut. just a sexual blowjob between friends.

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"That's it, love, just like that." The praise goes straight to your head, making the blush on your face deepen. In between his legs, underneath his desk, your eyes close as your captain rolls his hips - softly fucking your throat in his office. The only sounds are the creak of his chair and the lewd noises coming from your own mouth. You can't help it when your hand moves between your own legs to try and relieve the pressure building there.

"Enjoying yourself?" Price teases but you hear his voice catch in his throat, feel his hands tighten in your hair as his hips buck just a bit deeper. As calm and collected he is trying to appear, he's falling closer to that edge because of you. The thought is enough to make you moan around him. There's a muffled curse under his breath as his hips buck again.

[habibisagi]

u know ….. fem oliver is a lot like maki tbh …. she would really love those ejaculating strap a little too much too ,, a little too eager to use them on u

[jakowskis]

"i hated owen for all/most of s1 i only started liking him in s2" weak. i liked owen since he got choked against a wall by an angry woman and then told her he wanted to shag her immediately afterwards. and then even more when he spent ep3 trying to intimidate and murder a rapist

[rudyruu]

you’ll never guess what I just posted. 

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

based off this post

[crybaby-bkg]

“Can you help me with this, please?” You ask gently, chin jutting in Dabi’s direction. Your eyes are still glued to the task at hand, but you finally look up when a few beats of silence pass. Dabi’s looking at you from across the table, arms folded, resting the lower half of his face behind his forearms. His eyes are bright in the dimmed light of the living room, and his gaze is enthralling when it snaps from your hands to your eyes.

He doesn’t answer still, as he watches you. Bounces from you tying the party balloons, back to your face, to the other balloons scattering the floor, your face again. He inhales slowly, before sitting up, stretching his arms like a feral turned house cat. He reaches across the table with nimble fingers, grabbing for a balloon, and blows it up with his mouth despite the helium tank sitting a foot away from the balloons.

You blink at him a few times, taking him in—his low lids, tautly pulled mouth, the bored expression on his face, his slumped shoulders. Your head tilts as you place the balloon you just blew up between your legs to keep from floating away, frowning at him.

“What cogs are turning in that pretty little head of yours?” You ask, smiling faintly when he chuckles at you. Dabi blows up another balloon with his mouth before he answers you with a shrug.

“A lot, and nothing at the same time.” He grunts after a while. “Don’t worry about it too much, angel. Shouldn’t be occupied with my shit on your birthday.” Dabi tries placating you with the nickname, but you don’t budge.

“But if there’s something up with you, I can’t celebrate wholly.” You confess, tying a string to the balloon in your lap, gaze focused on him after you let it float to the ceiling.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I feel guilty celebrating myself knowing,” you stop yourself, mouth clamped shut, but you don’t look away from him. Dabi fixes you with a look, his mouth twisted, already knowing what words you were about to spill. He sighs after a long while, shoulders slumping, running a hand down his face.

“I shouldn’t be,” he stops himself, pauses for a long while, eyes fixated on the decorations in front of him. “I never got this whole, you know, shebang growing up. I just don’t know how to—to do this whole thing. Birthdays and decorations and celebrations, and shit.”

“You could always learn with me.” You tell him, barely a beat passing before you answer him. Your eyes are full of such sweetness, sincerity, and it makes his chest ache a little. You’re always so full of hope whenever it comes to him, so full of grace and understanding. How could you pass so much kindness onto a person so bitter like him? He can barely be happy that it’s your birthday without thinking about his own past.

And yet, you grab his hand and smile at him. Throughout the afternoon you hand him streamers and tape and which candles to get from the drawer to light. You help him find his best outfit for the party and bring him into the conversation every time your friends talk. You hold his hand while you’re sung to and squeeze it so tight when you blow out your candles.

He doesn’t understand your grace, but he’s thankful for it. Even if it’s just a tiny bit.

[wp100]

wonder where khadgar's been :p

[r7inyz]

does the dhmis fandom on tumblr still exist because I have 20 million fanart ideas about that show 💔💔

[fagsex]

i had been too scared for years to check up on this really shitty thing from when i was a kid because his name his face the building they all made me nauseous and i knew if there was any justice at all it would be too little. i researched it today and turns out i was right. fucking scum got let go and all charges dropped for lack of competency. should that not speak more? when he was initially charged, it was on cnn, usatoday, cbc, covered so much that ive had friends ive made over the years in different states tell me they heard about him. ive found news articles in french about him. and yet not a word from any source outside of local about how he got fully away with it.

this is a weird thing for me to be randomly rambling about but sometimes it just hits me what happened. dr howard schneider of jacksonville florida, the only pediatric dentist to take medicaid in the largest city by area in the fucking continental united states, tortured, not exaggeration, tortured children for 30 years. at least.

when i say im afraid of dentists, im testy around dentistry, and teeth, and so much related things to it, everyone brushes it off easily as a common fear. which is naturally how he got away with it for so long. we were children physically restrained with leather straps. the doors were locked, parents werent allowed to come back, at a pediatric dentist. there were patients with teeth they just got being ripped out of their heads. i was either never given anesthetic, or, on more than one occasion, given so much i violently threw up, while lying down, restrained. i was seven years old tied strapped down choking on my own vomit with a bubblegum gas going in my nose. i can still smell it.

cold air still makes me nauseous. gas masks make me anxious. i couldnt lie down or feel relaxed anywhere that wasnt my bedroom for years. i would be sent to the nurses office as a kid, and refuse to lie down, because i felt like if i did, pain would begin. i would go in for a checkup and leave with too tight, too wrong crowns, covering my teeth. often, my teeth were not inspected or cleaned beforehand, just straight in with the drill. adult clamps in a childs mouth because i was being 'a whiny brat'.

have you ever been to a dentists office, or any medical office whatsoever, where an entire wall was a mirror? i could see myself held down and put through hell. i was too scared to put anything in my mouth at home, it repulsed me, not to mention my gums, my cheeks, the roof of my mouth, tongue, everything hurt so bad. i figured out later it wasnt normal, he was slicing them with a scalpel, with a pick, anything and everything. he put a hole in my sisters cheek. my baby sister walked, toddled out of there with a hole in her cheek after her first check up. we still went back, we couldnt afford anyone else, and he kept telling us how much work my mouth needed. he kept trying to convince my parents i may need braces, but i had the straightest teeth my parents had ever seen.

my heart still drops when i hear a drill, any drill. certain smells make me feel like i cant speak or breathe. my own mother screamed at me for being dramatic, for complaining so much. she said itd only hurt if i didnt listen, and he said the same. he said id be in trouble, big trouble if i told, and i remember it clear as day. he put on a movie on the ceiling tv he bought with the money medicaid gave him for ripping our milk teeth out, and it was the same movie everytime. some people dont understand that even the silliest, oddest thing can scare you if it sticks. he put his hands on my neck several times to restrain me and keep me from moving, and had me stare at the ceiling, and as fucking lame as it sounds, i could not listen to jerry seinfelds voice or participate in any bee movie jokes that became en vogue in 2016 or so, because i was legitimately terrified.

my own mother would mock my fears of putting things in my mouth to clean them, saying that if i was actually scared, i'd want to clean my teeth more so i'd see him less. it wouldn't matter what i did. and a scared 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 year old doesn't have that logic. i was just a lazy kid with disgusting teeth who was scared of the dentist, to everyone. in late 2019, the crowns he gave me all exploded, and took my teeth with them. four, five of my teeth were slowly destroyed and chipped out of my mouth. and every day i had to feel that scraping again, the cutting up of my mouth, how it filled with blooded. i couldnt talk or eat, but my family saw that as a positive, and i was too ashamed to tell them my teeth broke in my mouth. i knew they would see it as a sign of how disgusting i was. to be in my teens, and already have teeth abandoning me.

the state of florida forgave this. over 100 parents and children presented stories like mine, and he was still forgiven. i dont have a reason for sharing this, not now, not really. its not a special date, nor recent news. i dont even have some message behind this, other than oversharing. it was not just him either. it was every adult who did not listen or care, i suppose. it was the nurses there too. it was the state, it was his attorneys and lawyers that he could use his millions on that he made putting patients off anesthetics in papoose boards.

he was never even charged with child abuse, but fraud. the money was the most important thing the law found. i didnt smile with my teeth for years, my sisters speech was delayed for years, i had panic attacks in the middle of the day in middle school over a cartoon bee, ive had to remove 4 shattered teeth from my head and have several other teeth reconstructed where he broke and did not fix them,i was blamed for all the dental problems that suddenly appeared in my mouth when i began going to him, ive been belittled my entire life for such a childish 'fear', and that was never in question. just the fact he took my teeth to make money, that he put me and thousands of poor children, in both senses of the adjective, through hell to charge medicaid.

anyway what the fuck right. im sorry i dont know why im writing this all out right now but it just feels so stuck inside me that itll burst from my chest if i dont write it out. its actually relaxed me quite a lot. if you live in florida or georgia and you see some old bitch who looks like this just feel free to get him on sight 🤙

[sweetandainty]

think i’m gonna start using the tanning beds today 🤭