#im very tired goodnight

[ranubd]

"Bro just shut up and kiss me."

WHO SAID THAY!!! WHO SAID THAT 😧😧😧‼️‼️

His ass doesn't understand keeping secrets.

[turtletoads]

he thought silent hill was for one day only !! he mad!!

[nordidia]

having a very rough night so raph doodles needed to be made

when in need, mash two interests together

[orpheuslament]

people with massive saviour complexes will look at an extremely damaged person whos been carrying a fuckton of baggage all their life convince themselves they can fix them somehow & then get mad when it inevitably does not work

[vivizzy]

I know someone has already done this, but I really wanted to make one to express my love for all these Prohibitedwish AUs! You guys are so creative and sweet and you inspire me!

AUs:

Swap - @r-g-d2

Lawful Joke - @chaosaliien

With a Heavy Heart - @frecklethejeckle

Scourge and Promise - @gnatryan

As Above So Below - me :3

Dimension Jump! - also me :3

Fairy Ring- @otherxagnela

[bisexualcherdegre]

D:BH Rarepairsweek 7 | @dbhrarepairs

Day 4 - Kara/Luther

[szaryherbatnik]

Oh i missed drawing in a sketchbook hello new sketchbook hello farryn

Just some random birds and shep because he blessed my sketchbook

[jacks347]

(Is this stupid enough to be considered a crack fic?? Idk, we're going with it)

To say Hipswitch was surprised to see a woman sitting in his base next to Albus would be an overstatement.

Now, to say he was surprised to see said woman be so...dressed while sipping a cup of tea, that was accurate.

He'd never seen the demon bring back anyone who wore so many layers. Hell, now that he was really thinking about it, he hadn't really seen Albus bring back anyone at all. From the headscarf covering her hair to the skirt that brushed at her ankles and all the fabric and layerage of jewelry in-between, Hipswitch was getting warm just watching her.

The woman turned, smiling politely at him. She was rather pretty, warm brown skin with dark green eyes. Not necessarily someone he'd consider Albus’s type but everyone had their exceptions. "Hello there. You must be Hipswitch." Her voice was quiet and flowed like honey. She reminded Hipswitch of the ladies of the church in town, always speaking softly with inviting smiles. Definitely not Albus’s usual type. What, had he really gotten that bored?

"That I am. And who might you be?" Hipswitch took a seat across from the odd duo, eyes darting between the two in bewilderment. Albus huffed out a laugh, wrapping an arm around the woman's shoulders. "This is Faith. She a, ah, friend of mine." The woman, Faith, rolled her eyes with a small chuckle. "Mm, sure, friend. Let's go with that." She hummed as she took a sip of her tea.

Hipswitch nodded slowly, still going back and forth between them. It was very strange but he couldn't say he didn't appreciate the change. Hell, he welcomed it. Faith was polite, she was far more dressed than he expected, and she seemed very sweet. It almost brought a tear to Hipswitch's eye. "Well it's very nice to meet you. I've gotta say Albus, she's certainly a might better for you than the others from the whore house."

There was an audible beat of silence before it was broken by both a roar of laughter from Albus and a rather impressive spit take from Faith who was now coughing like mad as she tried to regain her composure while Albus was nearly doubled over in hysterics. Hipswitch was left rather confused, not exactly understanding why what he said had caused such a visceral reaction. "Did I say something wrong?"

The statement only made Albus laugh harder as Faith finally recovered, her cheeks flaming red and her face a heavy mask of embarrassment before kicking Albus in the shin. "Stop laughing! I've never been so mortified in all my life." She dropped her face into her hands, shaking her head before pulling herself back up. "How do I put this lightly..." Faith mumbled as Albus’s laughter finally petered off. "Oh Switchy, Faith is a sister paladin." He corrected, making Hipswitch raise an eyebrow in confusion. "A what?"

"A nun." Came a surprised voice, making Hipswitch jump as he turned to find the source of it. "Hey Doc, how long have you been standing there? Almost gave me a heart attack. And how do you know that?" The doctor leaned against the doorframe, staring at Hipswitch with a wide-eyed expression between shock and horror. "When Albus came on I decided to do some research on the medical practices of New Tennessee. Maybe there would be something there to help better treat Albus if I needed to. And well, most of the information was from or about the sister paladins. They're the main form of healthcare, they're essentially priestesses who learn medicine to take of the knight paladins. But they're known to treat anyone who comes to their temples." The realization slowly dawned on Hipswitch, his eyes widening as it did. No wonder she reminded him so much of the women of the church, she was one of them! Oh he fucked up. He fucked up bad.

"So, in case you missed it in that grand fucking speech, you just called a nun a hooker directly to her face." Albus clarified, though he really didn't need to. Faith sighed, the initial embarrassment fading into a kind of indignant rage. "Can I slap him?" Albus snorted a laugh, flashing a sly grin at Hipswitch. "Oo, watch out there Switchy. She's got a mean backhand and I'm almost willing to let her do it. You kind of deserve it." Hipswitch wished he could disappear. "I-I am so sorry ma'am! I would never think of implying you would be that kind of woman, I just assumed-" He spluttered an embarrassed apology, making Albus burst into another round of hysterical laughter as Faith cut him off with a shake of her head. "Don't apologize, I know you didn't mean it. You worked with what you knew, I can't blame you for that. Though I do still want to slap you. And you do kind of deserve it."

Faith got to her feet stiffly, fixing the layers of her outfit and narrowing her eyes at a still laughing Albus. "I think I've seen enough of Maya for one day. I've got to pick Kerano up from school." She leaned down to poke a finger into the warrior's chest. "Don't make me come back out here to check up on you. Had me worried sick for nothing." Albus’s laughter faded as he lightly smacked her hand away. "Gods, yes, I know. I won't, I promise." She nodded with a satisfied huff before turning to the doctor. "I'm glad I could help with your research, you know how to reach me if you have any more questions." "Of course! Thank you again, Sister. It's been very insightful having you here. I should go continue to look over those notes." He turned and headed back into his office as Faith turned to Hipswitch. "And you." Hipswitch gulped, expecting the worst. Maybe that slap Albus had warned him about. "Maybe actually talk to someone before assuming they're some kind of common hooker. I take my faith very seriously and even if I didn't, I'd be far outside of his price range." She smiled warmly before turning on her heel and heading for the door. "See you again boys!"

Albus’s head dropped back onto the couch with a snort. "Outside my price range, she's crazy." He muttered. Hipswitch quietly got up and moved closer to punch Albus in the chest, making the demon wheeze out a breath as his head snapped up to glare at him. "Fucking hell, what was that for?" "For not warning me! I made a damn fool of myself in front of a nun because of you!" "Well, she's not really a nun, she's a priestess." "Regardless! She's a woman of faith and I disrespected her in the worst way possible!" Albus waved his concerns off. "Ah don't sweat it. Give it a week, she'll be laughing over it. It was damn funny." "You're actually the worst, you know that?" "Oh I am well aware Switchy. You're not the first to notice." Hipswitch could only roll his eyes. Why did he have to care about this idiot so much? "Okay but tell me one thing." "Whatcha got Switchy?" "Have you actually slept with her?" "Would you be jealous if I said yes?" "Albus..." Albus chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "Sorry Switchy, this is one time I don't kiss and tell. That's up to you to figure out." He confessed with a shrug. "Out of all the escapades you've rambled on about, this is the one you keep quiet about?" "Faith is different, okay? She...she deserves to not have her story told. So I won't." He defended. Hipswitch sighed in defeat, stepping back. "I'll never understand how your head works." "Good, I don't either. So looks like we'll both be confused."

(...idfk how to end this so this is what you get. Yes I made this entire thing because there is a non-zero chance that Hipswitch would assume Faith is a hooker the first time he met her and that was so damn funny to me)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I unironically ship Lilandra and Charles. I'm a multishipper and ofc I like cherik more but I love the banter she had with Charles in '97 👀👀 him being a pet to his alien bird fiancee?? Oooh kinky. We all know that if cherik does some petplay Erik is the puppy (this is a softcore take on those kinks)

my lawyers told me im legally not allowed to discuss petplay at length however there is in fact an 'attack dog boyfriend' joke somewhere here that im dying to make

[ineffablelvrs]

I WAS NINE !!!! NINE AND TAKING CARE OF YOU

[stinkrascal]

i played this game for? so many hours. its actually embarrassing how many hours i played today. its 3am. ok. goodnight

[bedforddanes75]

hold on im having ideas

matty in his lap, arms resting on his shoulders, knees bent beneath him, looking down at him.

he's telling george about something he likes, he thinks, but he really can't understand a word being said, focussed only on the way matty's eyes are big and brown and beautiful and staring directly into george's own, almost forcing him to look away, unable to hold it. he's so beautiful, hands occasionally meeting behind george's head, usually running through his hair just after doing so, pulling it straight just to see how long it's gotten.

each time he moves, george feels his stomach fizz, and his brain empty even more. he can't form a single thought. it's like matty's using up all his...brain power...for his own ranting, speaking of something to do with his records, maybe explaining how they work, maybe explaining where he got them from, maybe not even talking about records anymore, moving onto something better, but george isn't bothered either way.

he'd, usually, stop speaking after a while, then ask george if he wanted to say anything, because he would quite happily let matty talk his ear off all night if it meant he got to look at him, even if he had a speech planned, too. george wouldn't dare interrupt him, sometimes (like now) couldn't find the words to even do so. either way, he doesn't stop talking for a lot longer than he'd normally let himself.

but, when he does stop, it's because george has gone wide eyed, glossy, too, and he doesn't know why.

"are you...alright?" he asks, raising a concerned eyebrow.

george tries to stutter over a response, something like "yeah, no, yeah, i'm...fine," being the result. matty's brow sinks further.

"are you sure? you look like a fish."

that snaps him out of it a little. a fish? "excuse me?"

matty laughs, realising what he sounds like, "i meant you look like a goldfish, opening and closing your mouth like that." he looks almost endeared.

well, george can't really argue, because if he thinks about it, he probably does look like that.

matty seems to take that as a way to tell him to keep going, and so he does, and george only gets the first few sentences before he's blinded by how gorgeous he is again.

he's trying so hard not to stare at his lips, but it's so difficult, especially when they're red with the cold and from matty biting them, and he just can't help himself, letting his eyes flicker down every few seconds. if matty notices, he doesn't mention it.

it's only when matty shifts his hips a little, and george has to hide the weird, moan-like noise he makes behind a terribly faked cough, that matty notices his...state.

really, he's only shocked he didn't realise sooner.

"well, what's this then?" matty asks, smirking.

george whines, embarrassed, and covers his face with his hands, knowing that he's already blushing.

"i haven't even been doing anything! i've just been talking about my things!"

he gives matty a look. "you're sat in my lap! and you're...pretty." no matter how many times george tells him that, it never gets any less embarrassing.

he's hard, definitely, but he's refused himself the freedom to look and see how hard since he noticed the warm in his belly earlier, and now he's a little afraid to see what matty sees. he could feel it happening, knew exactly when he got too far gone to come back without matty's help, but it was just so nice to let it happen, felt too good to stop it.

matty leans down, presses a kiss to the arch of his nose.

"you're pretty, not me," he breathes, kissing again, and george squirms.

he doesn't like being watched, not really, but when it's matty, it's just so nice. when it's him, he feels more appreciated than observed, like he's seen, not just viewed, yet, still, he squirms as though there's a crowd all the same.

"well, do you want me to do something about this?" matty asks, and george nods. he feels like he's being held hostage, but safe, secure, everything nice but with the odd fear of having no release. matty always lets him, so he's not sure why he's always so afraid, but, now's not the time, because matty's shuffling forwards, and pressing somewhere that feels heavenly.

he threads his fingers into george's hair again, and does just what he was doing before, squeezes the strands between his fingers and pulls them up, looking at them like they're made from gold, and putting on the act of 'ignoring george'. he pretends to be so interested in the feel of his hair that he doesn't notice when george's hips come up to meet his own, and acts like he doesn't hear the quiet, breathy sound he gets when he tugs just that little bit harder.

but then, he gives in, looks back at george and kisses him.

george makes a noise into his mouth, puts his hand up to matty's waist as if to hold him still there.

it's not long before matty's equally as hard as george, and starting to want to grind down onto him for his own pleasure, too. and he does, he rolls his hips forward and holds himself up on his arms with george's shoulders, and george lets him.

matty doesn't let his face come too far away from george's as he moves, making sure he can kiss whenever he likes, however hard he wants, and george doesn't argue. he likes when matty kisses him, especially when he's gentle, and he's being very gentle now, treating george like he's a ceramic figure that would break if matty put too much pressure on him.

and it's like matty's in his head, because when he pulls back to catch his breath, he's smiling so softly that george can almost feel it, and then he asks, "what do you want me to do, honey?"

george tries to tell him, but the words don't come out right, partly because of how matty's still moving down on him, pressing himself into george and watching with glee as his eyes roll back a little, doing whatever he can to make it happen again.

he does manage eventually, somehow gets the message across that all he wants is this, what's happening right now, as long as matty does it harder, and he gets exactly what he wants the second matty knows what it is.

he still moves like george might crack, but at the same time, with even more strength than before, squeezing george's thighs between his own and relishing in the response.

for whatever reason, george loves the feeling of being touched through his clothes, and, angel that he is, matty lets him love it. he often does it to him just because he likes to watch, loving how quiet he gets. as much as he likes it, though, he's always slightly afraid of it, because george just...stops being able to speak most of the time, overwhelmed to the point of being forced to stay quiet or he might explode, but he checks in, and all his worries disappear, because george gives him looks that no words could equate to, begging.

but, that's those times, and this is this time, and george is still speaking this time. he's breathing the word 'please' into matty's neck, over and over and over, intermittently matty's name, too, and matty thinks it's the most wonderful thing ever.

matty gives him what he needs, kisses his face, the space below his ear, his neck, and george tilts his head to give him a better angle to work from each time he adjusts. matty would kiss him until the sun burned out if he could. he'd break the laws of physics if it meant he could be inside george fully, take up as much space as something that isn't even possible just so he could love him harder.

he settles on kissing, tasting the sweat building and kissing just to kiss, gentle pecks on his collarbones, shirt pulled down so he can get to the hot skin, charm on his chain necklace thrown behind so he can reach anywhere he pleases.

george doesn't even feel like a person anymore, he feels like an entity, a floating, glowing ball of light, with matty being the only thing tethering him to this earth. he's light and he's dark and he's warm and he's cold and he's so, so close.

"matty. matty, please."

the only indication matty gives that he's heard george is a nod, a slightly harder kiss to his neck, and then a roll of his hips that feels like it's done only to make george fall apart. if that was the intention, it's working.

"matty, i'm, oh my g–i'm close. i'm so close." he feels like he might cry, so weak, feeling so good that it's almost unbearable. he's starting to shake.

matty nods. "i know, honey, i know. you can come whenever you want, go on." he's so quiet, words all spaced out between kisses, that george can only just hear him.

he lets himself grind back up, friction from his jeans letting the heat in his stomach turn into some fire, burning through. he's so wrapped up in how beautiful matty is that he doesn't even fully realise when he's about to come, not until the last second, and as he does, he makes a weird noise, sounding like he's wrong and needs to fix something impossible to change, and then he comes.

he comes hard, just into his underwear, and matty talks him through it. he tells him he's gorgeous, tells him he's doing well, and it only serves to make george feel like he's died and gone to heaven. he feels so good that it's almost sickening, like eating too much of something sweet and feeling unwell, and he's so blinded by it that he forgets to pay attention to matty. but, regardless, matty keeps talking, cupping his face in his hands and pressing strong kisses all over his cheeks like he's trying to ground him.

he'd do the same back if he could, but just as he's starting to come down, matty comes, too, and he doesn't even get the chance to try, because he's rolling his hips into george's and collapsing down onto him, and it makes george feel slightly bad, because he didn't even think about matty being tired from holding himself up, only himself.

but then matty's wrapping his arm behind george's neck and letting him bury his face into the dark curls there, and it's all fine again. he can't care because he's completely coated in matty. he's swimming in a bath of matty. the air smells like him and he's with him and matty's there and it's all fine again. it's fine.

idk i dont wanna write anymore. make do with this. i didnt read over it and i think if i try ill just kill myself

[rmbaloncesto]

Happy 25th birthday, Luka 🌟

5× NBA All-Star (2020–2024)

4× All-NBA First Team (2020–2023)

NBA Rookie of the Year (2019)

NBA All-Rookie First Team (2019)

FIBA World Cup Top Scorer (2023)

All-FIBA World Cup Team (2023)

Olympics All-Star Team (2020)

EuroBasket champion (2017)

All-EuroBasket Team (2017)

EuroLeague champion (2018)

EuroLeague MVP (2018)

EuroLeague Final Four MVP (2018)

All-EuroLeague First Team (2018)

2× EuroLeague Rising Star (2017, 2018)

EuroLeague 2010–20 All-Decade Team (2020)

3× Liga ACB champion (2015, 2016, 2018)

Liga ACB MVP (2018)

All-Liga ACB First Team (2018)

2× Spanish King's Cup winner (2016, 2017)

[astranite]

Protective is an Emotion

John and Virgil, with younger Tracies. This started off with me wanting to write John being the protective big brother and went from there. Might be a 2nd and 3rd chapter as there be ideas for them. Rather angsty so far but there shall be some hurt/comforting. John and Virgil are both autistic as I am always writing them that way tis just more obvious here.

Warnings for bullying.

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John walked through the crowded school yard, head down, one hand tightly wrapped around the shoulder strap of his backpack. The cacophony of bodies and noise pressed in on him, the typical state of students at break time, rowdy, clamoring and far too numerous. 

He wouldn't have stopped usually, have kept pressing through until he got to the doors of the library and inside, where it was finally, thankfully quiet and he could breathe. But something caught his eye, an aberration in the pattern of swirling students and harried staff members. 

At the base of the concrete stairs leading to the art block building was a knot of students. It wasn't out of the ordinary for teenagers to gather there, half blocking the walkway for people who wanted to get past until a teacher inevitably told them off and then they inevitably returned to position as soon as said teacher was out of sight. But it still pinged in John’s brain as an important detail even before he quite realised. 

The teenagers looked to be a couple of grades below him. They formed a wall of bodies against the art building, intention all focused inward. John caught a glimpse of dark hair and flash of colourful canvas between them.

The final piece of the puzzle: Virgil had started attending the same highschool as Scott and John, beginning this week.

It could be fine, maybe it was fine, maybe the kids in Virgil’s grade would treat Virgil better than John’s supposed peers had ever done to him.

But John preferred hard evidence and he didn't put much stock in the good of humanity when it came to teenagers forced into close proximity by the mass education institution known as a school. 

Best case scenario, John could say hi and check in on Virgil, then leave him to hang out with his new friends without his weird ginger brother butting in on the conversation, and ask Virgil to tell him about them and how his day was on the bus home from school.

Worst case scenario? Well, that was why John was striding towards the group, chin up and shoulders back, doing his best to use his lanky height to get through the crowd and mimic Scott when he had something to prove. Because he was the big brother here and if there was the slightest chance Virgil needed him, that meant John was all the way in a heartbeat.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” John smiled, showing his teeth. 

Start nice, start friendly, better not to let them see a potential threat coming. If there needed to be a threat, which John sorely hoped there wouldn’t.

Several of the students jumped, whipped their heads around.

“Who’re you?” One challenged.

John made full eye contact with the teen. “I’m John Tracy.” 

The other boy looked away first. 

“We’re just talking. What’s your problem?” Another teen, closest to Virgil and pressing in on his personal space as Virgil leaned away added.

“Yeah, we’re talking,” A different student, John couldn't keep track of the faces. Then directed at Virgil: “Aren’t you going to tell us what you drew?”

They all looked to Virgil, like this was some kind of gotcha instead of an innocent question as John’s instincts screamed this was a trap.

He’d been here before. John swallowed hard.  They weren’t— It wasn’t— Appearances could be deceiving and some people didn't know when to stop because they liked the feeling of having power over others.

“Come on, give us an answer. Or is it music again, which is a sound that you hear?” A voice twisted to mocking.

Virgil was clutching his sketchbook and a canvas covered in vividly painted patterns to his chest. The concrete stairwell wall was up against his back, blocking off the exits as pleading brown eyes found John, lips mouthing his name. 

Virgil was scared, these teens were taunting him, even though there was nothing he would have done to deserve it, no one deserved it, especially not his kindest brother who wore his heart on his sleeve and wanted to help everyone. He wasn’t as strange or sharp-edged as John…

“Stop. Just stop,” John said. Blurted out, because he wished Scott was here, Scott would know what to do to fix this. John needed his big brother right now too.

One of the teens nudged Virgil in the ribs quicker than John could cross the circle to get to him. Virgil flinched and shrunk further inwards on himself, humming under his breath, the pitch rising. 

John saw red. He forced his way through the gathered teens to put himself between them and Virgil, protectiveness surging enough to take his breath away. He’d tear them apart with his teeth if that would make them leave Virgil alone. 

But it wouldn’t. And he wasn’t Scott, he was just John. He could calculate the forces involved better than he could throw a punch because he was too clumsy to be on the sports teams and didn't really want to be anyway, and he was tall like a plant that grew too fast without enough sun instead of tall and athletic, and he was only a year older than these kids no matter that he was in Scott’s grade, and he’d never won a fight when it was him because it had never ended.

Analysing variables was his language: a) he and Virgil would never win now if it came to fighting because bullies liked to outnumber you, b) getting himself suspended trying would only mean he wasn't there to protect Virgil and it would be another thing Scott would have to deal with dumped on his shoulders, and c) the smart option was to get out now.

The teens were between laughter at them and indignation, a volatile combination. Spilt rocket fuel in the school yard. 

John dropped any semblance left of the polite expression he’d been wearing. Gave the blank, emotionless, nothing look, because he knew it unnerved people even though it was just his normal face. Stared unblinkingly into the eyes of the teen directly in front of him, because apparently it was uncanny even when he didn’t mean it as a threat, the same intimidation of a barn yard cat eyeing up its prey. Somewhere that hurt but it was buried amongst John’s roiling emotions. He could use it though.

“We are going,” he stated flatly. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, the protagonists in John’s books always had a snappy line at this point except he didn’t.

He tried to give Virgil as much warning as he could, saying his name before seizing his hand.  

John broke the path, somewhat dragging Virgil with him even as he did his best to be gentle because he really didn't want to hurt his brother and he knew how scary it was, but getting away was more important right now. 

He pushed past the other students, shuddering when a grab was made at his arm and shaking it off. The boy in question loudly played what they’d done to Virgil like it was a big, friendly joke, like it wasn’t one hundred percent purposeful, couldn’t any Tracy just take a joke.

“Can’t even say anything about his own stupid drawing,” The same teen muttered to their retreating backs. 

By how Virgil’s grip went suddenly crushingly tight on his hand, John knew he had heard every word.

[prettyboykatsuki]

one of the main things w jjk and jujutsu society is that at the more entrenched in it you are the more of a helplessness there is. it's like any class system in that way. and you can't escape it even if you try. it makes you forget the most basic facets of human beings even though humanity is at the core of solving the issue.

nanami is a great example because he arguably had thee most degrees of separation from work and he still ended up getting caught up in the vicious cycle. the preservation of peoples humanity is what ultimately makes the largest impact and yet its the last thing on anyones mind.

there's a sense of hopelessness that really swallows everyone who enters up. it's so rotted from the inside out nothing ever seems to change or get better. but because people like toji or maki exist as close as they can to whatever is outside of it, they're actually able to have massive effects on whats going on inside if that makes any sense at all. they're position at the bottom allows for revolution yadda yadda

[delusionaltoma]

Lil life update, got an appointment with the doctors Friday!! Hopefully something can like be done?? Take out my brain and wash it if you need to cause this is wack!