#impulse eating? yup

[dorianbrightmusic]

frick. mannn. i can not feel tired, but sleep deprivation really does make the adhd worse

[harmonictechnicality]

thinking about Steve digging into a KFC bucket around Eddie, who is about to snap in half at the sight of it. Just seeing Steve Harrington sink his teeth into a chicken thigh, sucking on a drumstick bone, swallowing the most ungodly-sized bites he’s ever seen. His eyes are fucking locked on Steve’s lips that are extra shiny from all the grease. Eddie can’t even touch his own damn food because his stomach is in knots from this weirdly erotic and carnivorous circus act.

Steve smears the grease off with the back of his hand, staring hard at Eddie. “What?”

“Huh?”

Dumb. Idiotic. Why is Eddie suddenly experiencing the same level of flusteredness as the varsity cheer squad around this guy? It’s just Steve. Steve eating meat…

Thick, juicy, noisy meat in Steve’s mouth. His mouth that looks so-

“Dude, try some.” Steve waves a half-eaten chicken wing in front of Eddie’s face. He’s smiling as he chews, looks honest to god tipsy from how much he’s enjoying this meal.

Eddie shrugs, pops his knuckles to keep his hands busy. “Not hungry.”

Which is a big, fat lie. He is hungry. Thoroughly starving to see Steve in angles that are banned from biblical literature.

“Christ on toast, Harrington, close your mouth. I can see your fucking tonsils from here.” And yeah, that’s a problem too. Eddie could draw the inside of Steve’s mouth from memory by now. Could make himself a handy little diagram on how stuffed it could be if he just-

“Can’t help it.” Steve interrupts. He tears another piece of meat off and chomps as he speaks. Says something that actually breaks the last bit of dignity in Eddie’s soul. “It’s finger lickin’ good.”

Right, yup. Okay. Eddie is all impulses after that. His gaze drops to Steve’s slick hands. His ears only able to process words at a caveman baseline:

‘Finger. Lick. Good.’

Yeah. That does sound pretty good to him. Really good, actually.

So Eddie reaches across the table and takes Steve by the wrist. He opens his mouth, swirls Steve’s index finger over his tongue, sucking on it for way too long. Makes a loud slurping sound as he returns Steve’s hand back to him. He’s pretty sure Steve gasped at the contact, but couldn’t exactly focus on anything other than the taste of salt and grease and skin.

As Eddie sits back down in his chair, he examines Steve’s face. Red everywhere. Up his ears, down his neck. He isn’t moving either - like Eddie’s little stunt just paused all the muscles in his body or something.

He should run. Avoid getting beat up by a guy who’s a former jock. Besides, Eddie Munson is somewhat famous on cowardly shit like running away. It wouldn’t exactly be unheard of for him.

But he doesn’t. Instead, Eddie dabs the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Takes a deep breath in. Smiles sweetly over at Steve, sweet enough to feel playful. Edging on mean.

“Looks like it wasn’t false advertising after all.” Eddie tosses the used napkin at him. Isn’t trying to make Steve flinch, but it happens anyways. “Finger lickin’ good is an understatement.”

“Understatement?” Steve studies his finger, the one Eddie just used like a jolly rancher, then smiles wide:

“Should be mandatory with you, Munson.”

[tropicalszns]

INSECURITES

౨ৎ ⋆ ࣪ ˖ gojo x black!fem! reader

about

you were insecure about your body and especially your weight and stomach pudge. satoru and you were gonna go out with friends until you asked him the question, “do you think i am fat?”

contains

trigger warning; weight, eating. gojo treasuring you, stomach kisses, sweet words, comfort by gojo, crying, just soft bittersweet moments.

w.c.

1,177

a/n

more of an appreciation post, and how I’ve lowkey been feeling so sorry if this gets personal.. repost and likes r much appreciated to share my work, feedback as well ! <3

YOU STARED at yourself in the mirror, tears swarming your vision. You were in nothing but your bra and your underwear, staring at nothing but your stomach. You tried to stand up tall, put your arms by your sides but nothing was working. You sniffled as you rubbed your nose, small tear drops ran down your cheeks. You wiped your tears, putting a hand on your stomach and feeling on it.

You didn’t feel beautiful no matter how much you were told. You tried eating less to lose weight but Gojo quickly caught on and told you eat as much as you wanted. You weren’t trying to purposely starve yourself but at the same time you were. The way you budge hung out and slouched was so unappealing. You didn’t know how you and Gojo were together. He was so lean and muscular. Strong and confident, such a mesmerizing man, truly.

But you, you weren’t anything of the sort. You were a bit shorter than he was, no muscles in sight, couldn’t pick up a weight even if you tried, and was a chubby mess who would eat day after day. Stressed? Eat. Bored? Eat. But, after you would eat, a twinge of guilt filled your mind. You impulsively grabbed the potato chips and after two bites you knew you should’ve took the grapes instead. It was too late now, you had to eat everything in the bowl. How dare you waste the food given? After all, you’re supposed to eat your plate clean or else you were just a selfish person.

You’ve been trying to restrict your eating but not too much so that Gojo would notice. You remembered when last week your heart stopped when he asked you a question. “Are you trying to starve yourself?”

You guys were sitting down in the dining room, on opposite sides of each other. He invited you over to try the food he cooked, he was trying to get better at making dinner. You stared at the food, the fork in your hand but not reaching for the plate. You felt yourself sweating, at the thought of trying to eat something. You glanced at Gojo who was almost halfway down his plate. To not be rude, your fork stabbed at a piece of the potato. Your lips curled up in cringe, your nose crinkling at the smell.

“Baby,” he spoke. It took your right out your thoughts, blinking as you snapped back into reality. You put the fork, gulping harshly and looking up at him. “Huh? Sorry, I was thinking about something. What’s up?” You asked, your mouth feeling dry and parched. “I’ve been trying to not assume anything, but are you starving yourself? You haven’t touched your plate, and whenever you come over to hang out you never eat any of the snacks I buy for you.”

He pouts a little but concern still filled his voice. “I was just thinking, maybe you don’t like the snacks anymore. But, you’re not eating anything at all. I’m worried for you, please tell me what’s going on.” He pleads, his full attention on you. You didn’t say anything, nothing at all. You only let out soft breaths through your mouth. You felt like the world was stopping. After the moments of silence, you cleared your throat. “I’m fine, Satoru. Really, I am. I’ve just been trying to get a little healthier with my food habits, okay?”

You put on a fake smile, nodding your head to nothing but your fake lies. “I don’t really wanna talk about this, can we just.. not?” You said lowly, you frowned a little, still picking at your food. Gojo nodded his head, “Yup, sorry ‘bout that. Just wanted to check on you..” He hummed. “I love you, baby.” He finally said before taking a chew. You couldn’t find it in you to reciprocate the words back. You just hummed and hoped he was satisfied with that answer, and he was.

Now here you are, staring at yourself in the mirror, not even able to put on clothes without feeling so suffocated and so restricted. You wiped your tears but your endeavors weren’t enough. You were supposed to be going out to dinner with your friends but you couldn’t even eat a proper meal, let alone eat a snack without having guilt right after it. You heard knocks at the door, Gojos voice being strung along. His hand twisted the doorknob, glancing at his unbutton shirt before staring at your sore and light red eyes. “Hey sweets! Are you almost ready? We have to go soo-”

He immediately panicked, he didn’t understand why you were crying and he was more concerned than alarmed. “Eh? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, walking to embrace you, wrapping his arms around your figure. “Satoru..” you sniffled, “Do you think I am fat?” Your words slightly muffled and your tears making damp marks on his button up.

He raised a brow, he was gonna answer until he figured out what was going on. From the time you stopped eating your favorite snacks, the dinners and dishes he prepared, everything was adding up. You felt insecure, you felt disgusted with your own body. He had suspicions but he never would’ve actually thought that since you were the most ethereal person alive. He was more than lucky to have you. His expression softened, rubbing your back soothingly.

“You’re silly sometimes, you know that?” He tried to lighten the mood to the best of his ability. “You’re not fat, baby. But even if you were fat, would you think I would stop loving you?” He asked. So tempted to say yes, you just shut your mouth. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know, as if I know another woman who could top you.” He scoffed to himself.

He pulled you away for a moment, looking at you as you sniffed, tears still streaming down your cheeks. He kissed on your tear stained cheeks, tasting the salty tears. “I want you to know how much I love and care you for, sweets. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He reassured. “I love you for you, I love this body because it’s yours,” he placed his hand on your stomach. You cringed, but you allowed him to touch you. He placed a gentle kiss on your stomach before reaching up to cup your face.

“I love this face,” he kissed your lips, “because it’s yours.” He saw your tears run down slower, wiping them off with the flick of his thumb. “I will always love who you are, don’t mind if you gain or lose some pounds. You’re still hot.” He smiled, making you crack a smile and look away.

“See, so pretty when you smile.” He gave you another kiss on the cheek before looking at you. “Do you still want to go the dinner? Or do you wanna cuddle up, watch a movie?” He shook his head.

“Actually, let’s just do what you wanna do.”

made by, tropicalszns, please do not copy, steal or repost my work without permission

[guppybibi]

hai..um heres a wip bcus i realized i have like 10+ wips

Ever since Johnny made what seemed to be an impulsive decision of joining the military, you two have been the talk of the town. “He had the potential to be an artist.” and “He could've been an artist, what happened?” Those were a couple of the various questions asked of you. And if you were truly being honest..You weren't quite sure either. Not once in your years of being together has he ever hinted about signing up for the military.

Nonetheless you continued to support his decision, not doubting him even for a single second. Going long distance when you two have practically been together for who knows how long certainly wasn't the easiest but it looked like everything paid off when you learned that he was the youngest candidate to ever pass SAS selection through a letter, whatever that was..All you knew is that you were proud of him. You wondered why the hell they called him ‘Soap’ though..

Communicating through letters wasn't the worst thing in the world, in fact, it left you with more longing than ever before in your life. Well except the longing progressively watered down when letters from your Johnny stop coming through. Day by day it felt like arrows were being shot at your heart, and you knew for sure that it wasn't Cupid’s doing.

Soon you're hit with a large smack of reality when you receive a message from someone named ‘John Price’ about Johnny being killed on an important mission. You wouldn't say you were surprised but he promised. A promise that he would come back home to you, that the deadly silence in your home would be filled with his voice again. What a fucking liar he was.

The world isn't going to stop spinning just because someone got their heart broken from the news of a loved one dying and is mourning, especially if it's a mere girl from a quaint town. The world is unfair. It's always been like that, it probably won't change until a few centuries later either.

So, moving on seemed easy enough. It really couldn't be that hard right? You've lived half of your life without Johnny, you're sure you can spend the rest without him as well. This is just one challenge life handed you, you could most definitely handle it. Yup, no problem. Cleaning up Johnny’s belongings wasn't heartbreaking whatsoever, and seeing the last bouquet of flowers he sent you slowly wilt over the days was fun.

..Okay maybe it wasn't all that easy. Maybe admitting that you're struggling is fine, though that was just a baby’s first steps. In the end, progress is still progress so you decided that maybe your heart could handle finishing looking through Johnny’s things plus cleaning because you haven't been in that room for months now. Particularly the stuff in his office, well not really office per se, simply a random room where he stored random items for hobbies he says he’ll get to eventually. News flash, he didn't so now you're stuck with all of it.

You started off strong, dusting shelves and sweeping floors, until you opened a drawer full of art supplies and manuals that were basically brand new. Disgruntlement bubbles up within you, all of this wasted space and materials. Charity sounded real good right now but the sentiment they held was too much..Though the handbook about sculpting caught your eye.

It wasn't a hobby Johnny really focused on as it was time consuming and difficult despite his natural talent for art hence why he focused on drawing instead. It simply wasn't his thing, no problem with that. You spent countless hours browsing through the handbook, the guide eating your interest up. Hey, this could've been a great couple pastime for you two! Shame on him for not thinking about suggesting it to you! Although you were lucky enough that he stored the clay in such a way that it didn't dry up just yet, trying it out couldn't possibly hurt, right?

Tossing on an apron, you began sculpting away!..Well an attempt to at least, the piece continued to look..rough after a long while but practice makes perfect! Well as I said earlier, time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps flying regardless of the fact it doesn't have a destination in mind. That's probably how you ended up practicing for days, so much so that your fellow townsfolk started getting worried sick and sent out one of the kind ladies to check up on you. And it was a lovely surprise!..Because they had a basket of goodies, who can say no to that?

“Oh dear, look at you! Everyone has been worried about you..” The lady says in relief, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face while she looks at the state of your clay-stained clothes. Thank goodness for aprons. “Well I hope you're doing alright after your husband's passing dear, we all made this goodie basket for you!” She chirps, extending the basket out to you. Your eyes immediately lock onto the fresh baked goods, looking like you have something to devour when she turns away..

“So you know, all of us are here to help, you aren't alone in this. I’m off, I need to pick some groceries up at the store. Bye-bye!” She waves, walking along the stone path that led away from your home. A quiet ‘thank you’ falls out of your lips, hoping that she’d heard your appreciation towards her caring but totally unnecessary gesture. You step back, placing the basket aside. The pastries could wait, not this. You do appear to be a natural at this, the sculptures you've made so far aren't even half bad for a beginner..It wouldn't be too hard to make Johnny right? I mean, you know his features by heart, you could make it with your eyes closed. Probably. It doesn’t hurt to try, you have enough clay too so there’s really nothing stopping you.

[cultofdixon]

It was worth it

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Impatience is real. Stubbornness as well. Daryl just wished he took the damn thing from you before you decided to let your one brain cell act impulsively • SFW/NSFW - Implied smut / Nudity • TW: Minor Injury

Requested by: Anon

Daryl wanted to test his bike out before going on recruitment runs with Aaron. He trusted his build enough to have to girl test it out with him. Y/N always loved the motorcycle rides they went on back during their prison days so she wasn’t turning this down.

“Yea ready?” The archer watches his girl step out of the house they were given in one of the town house strip.

“Yup! I didn’t really bring much. Think we can find some things while we’re out?”

“If we run into a place, yeah. But thought we’d enjoy a quick ride”

“Oh well. We are in the wrong place…” Y/N smirks swaying in a playful manner making her partner’s face turn best red instantly.

“I hate you…”

“You love me” She smiles bringing herself close and kissing Daryl feeling his arm wrap around her with his hand trailing down. “Mmm…” she hums against his lips before parting. “Maybe I can go for a ride later”

“Mm. If the bike doesn’t take us out out there” Daryl chuckles lightly feeling her lips return to his for one more kiss before finally getting on his bike.

After Abraham let the two out of the community, the ride went smoothly. Daryl did a good job with building this bike and he was enjoying himself that he got to do something he enjoyed in the old world…and with his girl.

The two stopped at a small strip and rummaged through some of the stores as Y/N found herself in a small convenience store. Daryl stood outside lighting himself a cigarette and keeping an eye out for anything while she went through it. He dropped the cig when he heard her scream inside.

“JACKPOT!”

Daryl quickly ran over to Y/N seeing her hold up a jar of peanut butter which made his annoyance show instantly.

“Seriously?”

“Bitch. It’s the creamy kind too. Not the gross crunchy one you found last week”

“The things I do to satisfy my girl and she disses it” Daryl scoffs playfully, helping her stand from her crouching position. “Remind me not to bring yea back anythin’”

“What! Just because I wasn’t happy that one time?!”

“You can’t tell when I’m teasing huh?”

“Oh I can tell…just. In bed” Y/N smirks making her man blush to her words before she exits the building squealing happily.

The archer did one last sweep of the place for anything useful to the rest of their community, watching Y/N struggling to open the jar where she stood beside his bike.

“Wait til we get home, and I’ll open it there”

“I’ll open it. But yeah this deserves the comforts of our home. In bed”

“Not in bed. Why yea eating in the bed?”

“I can be lazy if I want. You ever heard of breakfast in bed?” Y/N questions him watching the confused look return. “Remind me to spoil you one morning. But fine I won’t eat this in bed”

“Come on crazy girl. Let’s go home” Daryl took the jar from her hands seeing that death glare of hers come out. “Turn around. I’ll put it in your bag”

“You better!” She playfully threats listening to him scoff once again, feeling her backpack shift which meant he actually put the jar in her pack. “Thank you”

“Mhm” Daryl zips up her pack before resting his hands on her hips a second as he leaned into her from behind kissing her cheek. “Now come on” he pats her butt in a playfully manner as she did the same to him when he approached his bike. “Seriously?”

“I’m not the only one with a fine butt”

“Stop” Daryl rolls his eyes getting on his bike and feeling the shift when Y/N got on and wrapped her arms around his middle.

Once they returned, the jar of peanut butter was forgotten about given the two returned late and Daryl had about enough of his girl’s flirting. The second he stepped off his bike after Y/N and kicking the kick stand up, Daryl took her face into his hands smashing his lips firmly against hers. She was taken back by the action before wrapping her arms around his neck continuing to kiss her man.

“Mmm—“ Y/N pushes him off gently. “I ain’t strippin’ in the streets, D”

“As much as that would be a show, only I get to see yea naked” Daryl quickly picks her practically running up the small stairs, and kicking the door open.

When he past the threshold, Y/N kicked the door closed before slipping out of his arms to rid herself of her clothing. She slowly backed away from him as every article of clothing of hers fell to the floor. Daryl didn’t know to take her right then and there or grabbing her and carrying her the rest of the way to their bed.

“Like what you see Dixon?”

“Always”

“Then come and get me, sunshine” Y/N smirks using the nickname for her on Daryl which somehow riled him up as he quickly closes the distance picking her up and taking her to bed.

A few hours pass and Y/N stretched some of the soreness of her body out as she got up in the middle of the night. Or morning rather. It was still dark out but her body was telling her to get some water. After a couple rounds with Daryl, she needed much more than just water to recuperate. Maybe a day of sleep. She quietly slipped out of the bed feeling the wobbling in her legs that made her stumble. He was not gentle.

Y/N decided that since he wasn’t shy about leaving his bruising mark on her that it’s only fair for her to wear his shirt and boxers while she went to get water.

“I feel like…I’m missing something” She whispers to herself and then remembered.

The peanut butter.

That’s when Daryl stirred when he heard commotion happening in the other room. He felt the empty space beside him and knew it was just Y/N. Probably getting water…maybe she’ll figure out how to get ice for the claw marks stinging on his back. He suddenly flinched when he heard Y/N curse loudly in the other room.

“The fuck she get into…” He groans getting up and out of the bed, grabbing his sweats from the other night that were still on the floor of the room slipping those on quickly.

The archer enters the room seeing the back of Y/N on the couch as he can hear the satisfied humming from her. She finally got to eat her peanut butter. Since he was up he decided to get himself water and as he reached for a glass he noticed blood on the counter.

Daryl stopped reaching for a glass and checked if it was fresh or dried and it was definitely fresh.

“Hey, did yea make yourself a peanut butter sandwich and nicked yourself or something?”

“No?”

“Then why is there blood…” Daryl turned to his girl seeing her in a huddled position on the couch with her arm holding the jar of peanut butter and not her hand. For obvious bloody reasons. “Oh my god. What the fuck?!”

“What!” Y/N yells back as she scoops another spoonful of peanut butter with her uninjured hand and immediately eating it.

“Why are you so fucking calm?! Your hand is a geyser!” Daryl snaps grabbing a towel off the kitchen counter and walking toward Y/N about to wrap her hand when her whole body retracted. “Hey now, you’re fucking bleeding”

“I am well aware” Y/N hissed when he tried reaching for her hand again. “It’s just a scratch”

“That’s a goddamn flesh wound!”

“And?” She scoffs clearly ignoring the fact that she was bleeding a lot, granted her mind was elsewhere. “Can you hand me those?” She pointed with her foot to the crackers on the coffee table, seeing Daryl’s extremely confused face. “Fine. I’ll grab it”

As Y/N grabbed the crackers from the table after setting the spoon down, she went back to her huddled position on the couch now eating the peanut butter with the unsalted crackers she took from the pantry the other day.

“You’re starting to piss me off”

“Why? I was hungry. Couldn’t open it. Found a way and now we are here” Y/N laughs slightly as she continues to eat like no issue was happening, even if her hand started to sting a bit.

“Y/N. You should go see the doctor”

“I’m sorry, last I checked this is my stab wound. Not OUR” She waved a cracker around before scooping up some peanut butter with it. “Now let me enjoy my peanut butter IN PEACE—-before I get blood on my crackers”

“You are getting blood on your crackers though”

“Huh” She looks at the situation in her lap. “Well at least it’s my blood” and went back to eating.

The next day crawls in and Aaron decided to visit their residence to ask about the ride they went on yesterday. He knocked happily and was met with Y/N in the same attire she was wearing last night. Daryl wears practically only black or dark clothing. Aaron couldn’t see the blood stains. But he did notice the heavy bandage on her hand.

“Oh no what happened?” His worry caught Daryl’s attention as he approached the door to see Y/N give it a good thought before smirking.

“Vigorous love making that involved a bit…” Y/N leaned in a bit. “of knife play” she whispers watching Aaron’s face flush which made her laugh as she made her exit back inside the house. Leaving the two to share a bit of awkward silence.

“Y/N went to stab the lid to her peanut butter jar last night and missed the first time”

“Oh…thank god it wasn’t the other thing”

“Mm. She was lying about the knife play. Not the other thing” Daryl smirks deciding that was the end of that conversation closing the door on Aaron.

Leaving the poor guy traumatized.

[megumiivs]

bf!mikey headcannons

written with fem!reader in mind but its gn toman mikey, not bonten, should i write one for specifically bonten mikey??

100% needs to be fed all the time

you have to keep some kind of snack on you at all times, probably dorayaki tbh

if he does not eat a dorayaki at least once during your lunch, something is wrong

LOVE LOVE LOVES IT when you feed him food

you probably have his order order memorized by now: omurice with a flag ofc

will take you on late night rides throughout the city

it’s around one a.m. when he texts, “you up?” most people would assume the text is referring to something sexual but not you. you knew it just meant that mikey needed to blow off some steam and drive around the city. you text back “yup!” and five minutes later, you hear the familar sound of mikey’s CB250T. grabbing your jacket, you head outside for a late night drive with your boyfriend <3

loves it when you wear his toman jacket

will let you come to toman meetings if you want to but will never force you to go

WHOOP WHOOP PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND ALERT!!!

he will (and loves to) beats up people who hurt you/people you hate !!!

“shh shhh baby, you’re okay,” he coos wiping the tears from your cheeks. “who dare hurt my precious darling?” he smiles. “i’ll go beat them up.”

besides draken, you’re his pillar of support

never feels his dark impulses around you and if he does feel it, he’ll come to you to suppress it

doesn’t say anything just hugs you tightly

definitely feels safe enough around you to sleep

loves to cuddle with you with in bed and will fall asleep holding you like a giant teddy bear

you and emma are also very close and mikey loves that you and his sister get along

mikey has my whole heart <3 hes so precious i want to give him a hug :))

[aquaquadrant]

Hiii question!!!

What would the hels be for each member of the soup group, and what part of the original players do they represent?

I remember we know Pearl's already, but I forgot her name and what trait she is. I think it was something about 5 am Pearl with less chill?

Impulse.. I don't think we've met his yet? My guess just knowing Impulse probably has something to do with pettiness and also untrustworthiness (3rd life)?

And Gem! This is who I was really asking about but I decided to add the rest of the soup group in because why not :) My guess is that it has something relating to Geminislay? I would also assume based on 4+ years of watching her that her hels counterpart would likely being very sarcastic and have very dry humour. Like the rare times Gem pulls the sassy card are always hilarious and I think that hels!Gem should get to speak like that all the time :)

Also would you be okay with me taking this au/universe and writing some of my own stuff using different characters? As of right now I don't think I'll actually post it anywhere, but I have a lot of silly ideas mainly regarding the soup group and empires crew, but since this is you and Lunar's au I wanted to ask first before actually going anywhere with them <3

oooooo ok so first off, absolutely. while i’ve done a lot of worldbuilding for the HTP au, i def don’t own the concept of hels or helsmits- that was a gift bestowed to the fandom by welsknight and my interpretations are just one of many. all i can claim to really own are my original versions of the helsmits, who again, are one of many, and my storyline. so i’ve got no prob w you doing your own thing, and if i did, that’d be pretty unreasonable of me imo.

BUT YES, soup group. so we’ve actually met both pearl and impulse’s hels so far in ‘from eden,’ though only very very briefly. pearl’s hels is opalescentmoth, a giant monstrous moth hybrid who lives in a cave and eats players that come across her. she’s huge and has big fuzzy wings and antennae and multiple arms and massive compound eyes. her defining traits would be unhinged-ness (??? however you’d say it) and silliness. so yup, basically 5 am pearl all the time, but now she’s a man-eating monster.

impulse’s hels was introduced more subtly via a chat convo as instinctEV, atlas’s rival in the redstone business. he’s a demon like impulse is in this au, but with all his demon attributes cranked up to 11. big scary boi. horns, fangs, glowing eyes, forked tongue, forked tail, maybe even some kinda freaky demon legs, the works. but one of instinct’s defining traits is insincerity, so he sorta throws ppl off with his supposedly kind demeanor. in reality he’s more preoccupied with his other defining trait, hyper-efficiency, and only cares about other players so long as he can use them.

now, neither gem nor her hels have showed up in the au so far and probably never will. i do have a vague concept for her tho. i’ve always pictured gem as some variation of deer hybrid, whether it’s just an elf with antlers, a faun, or full-on cervitaur. so her hels is capricornslay, a unicorn hybrid (yes i know the actual capricorn sign is a goat, don’t come for me). i haven’t nailed down her traits, mind you, just the Aesthetic. she’s a centaur with a horn, and she’s like the old-fashioned unicorns on medieval tapestries and the side of vans, all delicate with the cloven hooves and lion-like tail. big ‘the last unicorn’ vibes. but her deceptive beauty and gentleness belies a hidden viciousness. she portrays the dark side of the forest, like that creepy old bog and mossy decay vibe, while gem portrays the light side of the forest, the cheer and vibrancy and life. cottagecore and dark cottagecore, u know the vibes.

[jollyreginaldrancher]

Yellowjackets S2 e8

I don't like the emphasis on the word hunt in the Lottie part of the recap.

Teen Lottie is not looking good. Again, I emphasise just how goated Misty is because jezus Shauna did a number on her.

Misty is literally helping Lottie pee blood right now and I want to give Mari credit for helping but also fuck Mari again for being a bratty douche.

Thank god somebody finally called her ass out for being a dick. And the fact that it was Misty is just chef's kiss.

Oh great, she dropped Lottie's bloodpiss everywhere. Mari is a whole pretty little liars character and she would not survive a zombie apocalypse, regardless of the fact that the x-ray keeps implying that she does by crediting her as teen Mari.

Thank god for captions because I thought Akilah said she's gonna have nugget eat her baby nephew without them.

Nugget being dead all along fucked me up.

You mean to tell me Akilah kneeled down between Shauna's legs as she was giving birth, and touched a dead rat before digging around in her guts, and Lottie is the only one pissing blood?

This show keeps getting more and more fucked up

Like that thing was decaying. It was mummified. It was a mummified mouse.

Fuck my life.

I didn't even think about the mouse being dead all along. What a plot twist. Hopefully the last big shocker of the season. Boy they really got us there. Oh boy. What an episode.

Van immediately picked up on Shauna lying, not from Shauna herself lying but from Taissa. I just know it.

See? I knew it! She figured it out! That's my girl! That's my baby!

My baby is so bright. So impulsive and bright. She's so fucking jealous that Jeff knows and she doesn't 🤣 this is the first time I've laughed in a while now, thanks Van.

Van is a little instigator and I love her for it.

So Tai used to see her shadow-self in her reflections as a teen too? That's good to know.

So was Javi the one carving all those sign 94 was it the cabin guy?

Mmm belt soup

They're really losing it. It's the belt soup. Things are continuing to happen. I almost feel sorry for fucking Mari right now.

Almost. It's still Mari.

Kevyn wants to fuck Jeff so bad.

I'm starting to like Callie and Jeff.

They probably should have burned the body.

Kevyn continues to want to fuck Jeff. This is the love story we should have been ficcing all along.

This is the funniest conversation. They really fucking owe Misty their lives. Also Van didn't look shocked at all that Misty had her address so my new headcanon is she straight up just stayed in touch with her. And I have so many thoughts right now but key being Taissa totally just used the political research excuse but really just wanted to check in on Van. Like I'm positive she did not just do all that just to make sure no one would talk. There's no way. Everything she's done so far has been leading up to reuniting with Van so there's no way she just hired a fixer to make sure no one would talk.

They really should build that shrine to Misty btw. She's the real fixer.

Nat gave Javi her socks 🥺 he's basically a pet at this point. He doesn't talk and he's just there as moral support.

Lottie and Misty sleeping in the attic together in a non sexy way... Though if you squint there's some chemistry there. I'm sure there's fics of it out there. Misty dabbing Lotties's swollen eyes, Lottie reaching up and pulling her in for a smooch...

"Shauna was seeing seduced by this adorable grifter" they try so hard at that comphet. Shh, it's okay, we know you love Natalie, Misty.

Van's expressions are everything 🤣

Is Shauna's shit going to come up to the surface now? Misty and Taissa have already outed their own pretty little lies, so it's only fair.

I hate that Walter is listening to Barbara Streisand covers of Sweeny Todd while making massive puzzles in a mansion and just generally living my dream life. Fuck you Walter.

At least tell me I have more Reddit upvotes than Walter. Let me have this one fucking thing, at least.

Yup, he immediately went to the cops. I have one thing in him at least; moral integrity.

How the fuck did Shauna get back? This has to be a dream. Van yeeted her keys.

Yup it was a dream.

Shauna sawbladehands 🤣

Jeff is a good dad 🥺

Van is lowkey instigating shit. I mean Tai was the one that said it but Van kind of controls who lives or dies back then. She's the one that decided where the line is. She was the one that put Lottie in power and she's the one that decided they won't let her die. Van is the kingmaker.

We're really gonna talk about Misty silencing the fixer like it's a bad thing though? She's solving problems other people created and they're calling her out for covering all their asses?!

At least Shauna is being honest and opening up. She's not wrong either.

Aaand Lottie is using this as a Segway to talk about the woods and her beliefs and stuff.

Van. The girl who holds the cards. That shot where she is shuffling the cards and you can see the antlers sticking out of her head was NOT a coincidence. Someone else may wear the crown but Van was always the antler queen. That's my theory anyway.

Van was so steadfast but Taissa was coming undone when Van picked her card. She was rocking back and forth and sighing and god the acting is so good.

Nat got the queen of hearts but I have no idea what that means. Is she to be hunted? If that's the case, why would they include their only hunter and their best medics in the lineup of potential prey? That's pretty shortsighted of them.

Also interesting to see the cards they've been using for fun and games and flashing around in the background to determine potential life or death scenarios.

There's no way they're gonna kill Nat. At least not right now. But fuck this is stressful.

Like even though I know she doesn't die and I've seen her as an adult I am still scared shitless.

Also again why the fuck would you include the only hunter in this?

Nat moving towards the knife too is so badass of her.

I hope this isn't one of those things where she's doomed because her card was pulled and now she has to die to right a wrong in the universe. Like final destination.

For once I'm giving Travis credit.

Why didn't they just kill Travis though?

I feel like this but where they're running off into the woods to hunt was in a preview somewhere earlier in the show.

Is Javi doomed? did Travis doom Javi? Is Javi gonna die? Is that why Travis was so fucked up in the future? I can't imagine this ending up well for them.

Lottie is suggesting an orgy

Nevermind, she's suggesting murder. I don't know why I even try with you, Lottie.

Knowing this show Van would get drugged but somehow survive because she's lesbian Jesus or lesbian Rasputin. I'm not sure which one but either way she's lesbian immortal so ye.

"our lives aren't that bad" Shauna, honey, you need to start paying attention.

The Van one was personal. Fuck. Like everyone else was like "Taissa, you pushed your family away and killed your dog. Misty you killed a person. Van, the life has been drained from you. You're a ghost of your former self. I look at you and I feel the inexorable reach of the grave shuddering towards me. There is something deeply wrong with you. You are broken on a fundamental level." 🫢

Ben in the meantime :

Is this where Javi hid out? Tai stopped sleepwalking so it couldn't be her hole Ben just entered so it has to be Javi's hole, right?

Or maybe Jackie is a zombie or a revenant and she's been chilling there.

Javi talked!

Taissa is leading the charge?!

The girls had way more weapons than I thought they did

Oh shit the ice is cracking

Misty just saved Natalie's life! But doomed Javi in the process. Is this why Nat can't stand her? Because Javi died for her? Because she didn't save him either. She can blame Misty all she wants but at the end of the day, Nat didn't save Javi either.

Is this why they hate her? Because she reminds them of what they had to do?

Is this why Van's and Shauna can look comfortably at her while Nat and Taissa shut the door on her? Because of what she represents?

Because Van and Shauna never ran from it while Nat and Tai both tried to bury it?

We say the wilderness chose but it was really Van and Misty. Maybe that's why they hate her too. Because she's stronger.

[somewhereinthepines]

So after the angst one-shot for Chris and Ryan you just wrote *coughs* I ask for fluffy scenarios you could see happening or more smutty ones, or bit of both, i dont mind, either is good. My brain needs after care after that level of sadness, lol. I tend to linger on morning scenarios like I mentioned in a past ask. Like I can see Chris waking up first and just laying there cuddling, he can watch & scent him as much as he wants. I still think about that scene in ASB where Chris is tipsy and singing Ryan to sleep on his bed, it's just so soft, we love tender moments. I've developed into a keen believer of the head canon that Ryan is just clingy and kinda needy in the morning. It's one of those rare times in the day where he doesn't think too much about touching Chris, he just does it because he wants to.

And when it comes to sleep, since it's a problem for him, I was thinking maybe he'd find it easier sleeping close to him, head on chest, clingy octopus kinda stuff. Quick, stolen kisses when nobody is around. Chris watching Ryan not eating or drinking in his secret lair, and he looks directly at where he knows a camera is and he just starts taking proper bites/sips of water not breaking eye contact; out of bratty impulse or compliance idk. Hmm or wearing something of Chris's? That could potentially be a more smutty route. I like that Chris calls him the names that he does, like the good boy, big boy ones especially make me think of praise kink. Which 10/10 from me, haha. The hint of them becoming unhinged about each other is rather exciting, like yes, pop off murder husbands.

oh, sure-sure! angst/drama is a core of chris/ryan’s canonical narrative, so i just had to do smth about it. otherwise, i prefer to dab into ‘better’ scenarios for them, bc they deserved to have smth good. 

and yup, i agree. chris would totally enjoy their shared mornings. he’s not used to waking up to someone. and then, he has ryan in his bed, for him this is such a wild thing. smth that he would only allow himself to muse about, when alone and tipsy. but now it’s reality, and he can get away with a lot. esp if ryan would sleep like a wooden log, so that chris can be a gentle creep, haha. do soft, but still ‘invasive’ things. pat his hair, sniff his neck, and paw at him, but somewhat lazily. not getting sexual, but almost teasing himself to do such a thing. not that he would, bc ryan needs his sleep. but it’s nice to be able to touch him, and do things, that chris might be a bit too ashamed to do, when the other is awake. but this way…mm, ryan would stay curled in the hook of his arm. 

and i also agree, that ryan feels bolder in mornings, he’s half-asleep and things, that usually would freak him out a bit, feel alright here. at normal circustemses, he might doubt himself, worry that chris might find some of his impulses/gestures kind of silly, and ‘inexperienced’. but nah, he likes this about you. relax, kid. still him being more flirty and touchy does sound about right, when it comes to these moments, when he’s aware about his desires, more than about what kind of thing, mister h might assume/think if he’d do this or that. i feel like part of ryan’s ‘reverse’ nature also has smth to do with how chris is an older man, so inside ryan’s head, he will always picture, that he has some sort of invincible competition with people, who camp operator bedded before. he wants to impress chris with his skills lol. but in the morning, he can be whimsical and kind of selfish in what he’s curious about. tangle their legs together and keep him ‘trapped’ while he does whatever he wants. and since ryan is kinda as touch starved as chris is, i wonder how far they can take it, like how soon light fun will get wilder lol. and i’m pretty sure, that ryan sleeps in chris’s t-shirts, they’re wider and larger, than his. comfy. 

ah, that’s actually a thing, that might/would do. he will use all these camera placements against chris in one way or another. like the man violates his privacy, gotta at least have fun, while it happens, haha. and speaking of meals. chris would so spoon-fed him, if he’d resisted a proper food for longer, than two days. he would cook smth for ryan too. being a single father with two kids, chris must know how to cook. and ryan while maybe not hungry, would still give in into such intense fawning. i imagine, that the sentiment isn’t quite familiar to him. he had to babysit his sister, but prob never been given the same amount of attention as a child himself. his mom was always working, his grandparents were busy with their own things, so he just sat there playing or reading or smth. until it was meal time, and it was very uneventful. just eat what you’ve given. but chris would try to figure out what foods, he likes best. what sort of dish, he might really love and what is no-go. so much attention to just that. while chris himself eats whatever (i feel like after becoming a werewolf he has zero pleasure in eating anything at all) and drinks cheap beer, haha. 

praise kink is surely their thing. ryan wants to be a good boy for mister h. besides, it sounds so rewarding hearing it from him, bc in ryan’s understanding, chris is such a ‘cool’, great dude. and he would surely praise ryan’s efforts, when they doing smth sexual and ryan is unsure, or kinda scared to do smth wrong. but ‘ah, you’re doing good, champ’ and ‘what a good boy you are, doing this thing for me’. ryan be a blushing mess. he would wear these names like a bandage of honor. after all, he’s mister h’s lil buddy. his favorite. it’s funny to think about in a way, bc for ryan being ‘good’ is almost a habit. but being good for chris is a special thing on its own. it’s one of those rare instances, when being obedient, actually pays off. but when he feels bold and kinda wanna be manhandled a bit, ryan can be a bit of a brat and get ‘punishment’. in the end, mister h will always go easy on him. chris won’t ever hurt him or do smth that will be too much. but the healthy mixture between the two surely will satisfy their needs in all sorts of regards. and with time, i imagine that ryan gets scaringly good at knowing how to tease chris. provoke him just right.

it’s easy to imagine, why they would fall so deeply into it. and obsession is such a sneaky thing, esp if you’re one’s caretaker as chris for example. or if you’re a quiet, ‘weird’ kid, like ryan. there is tension and inches, that you will make into miles. and then, suddenly there is all of it. can’t quite get enough. 

[turquoisealienthoughtninja]

I never thought much about the spiders or how it felt like they were always watching me until today.

It was one of those slow days where I stayed at home and tried not to feel bad about not having a job yet, so I did what I always do, I mindlessly scrolled through tiktok and watched people live their best lives.

"Master."

I jerked and looked around after hearing the whisper. I must be dreaming.

I looked back at my phone, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, so I decided to get up and eat something.

"Master, please."

"The fuck!" I screamed and dropped my phone when I saw what was speaking to me.

It crawled down from the top corner of the wall, and it looked like it was wearing... clothes?

I picked up a book and threw it at the wall impulsively before running down the stairs while hyperventilating.

Is this it? Am I finally running mad?

I groaned and ran my hands through my matted hair while grumbling, "I did this to myself. I probably drank something expired."

After a few minutes of silence, I went back to my room to be sure of my sanity, but the sight that I walked into almost made me faint.

There were at least ten spiders trying to release one from the bottom of the book I had thrown, and some even had tools.

"The actual fuck?!!!" I whispered to myself. "Yup, I must be hallucinating."

The spiders looked up at me after I spoke, and they started to shriek.

I went closer to hear them better, and they all crouched while chanting something I couldn't quite grasp until I bent my head a bit.

"Have mercy great one."

I narrowed my eyes and decided to play along since this could not be real.

"What exactly are you?" I asked while squatting to see them better.

One spider wearing something that looked like a sash came forward with two of its legs up.

"We are but your lowly servants. Please spare us"

"Where exactly did you come from though? And what are you wearing?"

The spider turned around to look at the others, but they looked away.

"We are but your lowly servants. Please spare us"

He was trembling and all his legs were wobbly. Was he afraid of me?

I smacked my forehead with the obvious realization, and the sound caused them to shriek.

I reached forward and rose the book up from the first spider before lifting it up to my eye level. At least two legs were broken.

"Master"

I guess he was talking to me, "Yes?"

As soon as I replied, they all started to shriek and spin.

"We need your help." It tried to stand, but it fell immediately. "Our kingdom needs your help."

"Okay?" I was so confused.

The spider turned around and shrieked at the rest of the spiders, who then began to climb up and into the crack in the ceiling.

"Sorry to break the moment, yeah, but what exactly is going on?"

The spider turned to me and pointed up with one of its working legs.

The attic?

"You want me to enter the attic?"

It shrieked and waved a bit. I assumed that was a yes because it rested a bit into my palm when I started walking.

The last time I went into the attic was most likely months ago, and all I went there to do was drop some pictures I was tired of tripping over in my room.

After pulling the ladder down with one hand and praising myself for having that energy even if I hadn't eaten for a while, I climbed into the attic, and what I saw would make any sane individual question their sanity.

You realize you should’ve done something about the spiders in your attic before they multiplied, gained intelligence and started a civilization. Recently they started worshipping you as their deity.

[dankusner]

DID YOU GO THERE?

Help us name a lost Austin bar on East Sixth Street

Somebody should write a history of East Sixth Street.

To be fair, Allen Childs did produce the slender yet instructive volume, “Sixth Street,” for Arcadia Publishing’s Images of America series.

Crackling tales of Sixth Street turn up in books by Jesse Sublett, Michael Corcoran and Joe Nick Patoski, among others.

A comprehensive history, however, is waiting for an ambitious author.

(Don’t look at me. I’m busy finishing the fifth volume of the “Indelible Austin” series. Expect a box set by the end of the year.)

The subject of Sixth Street history came up again last week when reader Jess Airaudi asked Austin Answered about one of the many long-gone joints on the iconic way.

“I wondered if anything recent has come up about a place I had asked you about some time ago, a bar on Sixth Street near Congress run by two Lebanese brothers, ‘Benny,’ for one, which I think gave the bar its name, at least informally,” Airaudi wrote. “The long bar in front was popular, but it seems a back room was exclusive to highly-placed men who met there gathered round the potbelly stove to eat chili and spin stories. Maybe a poker game, too. I was invited in once in the mid-’70s. Any information would be appreciated!”

My first impulse was to consult Sublett.

If there was even a hint of illicit gambling, this master of Austin noir would know about it.

“I don’t suppose the guy was referring to JJJ’s Tavern?” responded the author of “The Last Gangster in Austin” and other deliciously lurid books. “It wasn’t that close to Congress but it fits the bill in several other respects.”

Airaudi replied that JJJ’s “brings back fond memories of many afternoons I spent with pals at the old ‘Three Hooks’,” but no, it was not the Lebanese establishment of his original query.

Later, Patoski had better luck: “Sounds like Benny’s Tavern, the last ‘men’s’ beer bar on Sixth, on the same 100 half block as the original Antone’s, OK Records, Moma’s Money, the adult book store and Catman’s Shine Parlor.

Margaret Moser broke the gender code and had a draw.

Soon afterwards, Pat Conway, a retired AP reporter, bought the bar and renamed it Don Politico’s.”

Airaudi responds: “Yup, that’s it. Joe’s ‘the last ‘men’s bar’ cinched it.

My young wife once entered to leave some cash as a surprise gift for me and my pals to celebrate getting my Ph.D. from U.T., and Benny and his brother had a good laugh at how timidly she peeked in at the door.

One other thing I remember, even as a ‘men’s’ bar, it was the cleanest, tidiest bar I’ve ever been in.

There must be pictures out there.

It would be great if some showed up. Go!”

The man in the Sixth Street picture.

That is my daddy!

Our exchange about a vanished Sixth Street bar reminded me of several Austin Answered columns from years past.

Two of them involved today’s featured photograph, taken by Hans Beacham in 1958, that appears to capture a part of Sixth Street’s palpable past, that included a jumble of nightlife, retail outlets and entertainment.

The following excerpt ran in a followup column about the photograph on Feb. 11, 2017 under the headline: “The man in the picture. That is my daddy!”

“Geneva Campbell Perius and Bill Campbell, both in their 70s, separately identified the man in a hat — turning and putting his right hand into his back pocket — as their father, the late Heber Campbell.

“Previously, reader Doug Dawson had quipped: ‘That fella looks like he’s fixin’ to draw.’

“‘He was reaching for his billfold,’ Geneva admonishes. ‘Not a gun.’

“Turns out that the elder Campbell, a stone and brick worker, loved walking the lengths of Sixth Street and Congress Avenue on the weekend.

“’My mother would go shopping at Scarbrough and Levine’s,’ Bill says. ‘My sister and I would go to a movie.’

“Geneva says the movie theater was probably the Cactus, located across the street from the Ritz and owned by entertainer Cactus Pryor’s father.

“She also names the young man walking into a bar as her brother, Arthur ‘Bubba’ Campbell.

“’Daddy knew everybody on Sixth Street,’ she says. ‘They’d go to Jo Jo’s place or Freddy Jabour’s.’

Either of those spots still open when Airaudi visited that bar in the 1970s?

What was Sixth Street before it was ‘Dirty Sixth’?

Since the question comes up all the time, I’ll include in the full answer to a reader’s question about Sixth Street’s history that ran in this column on Feb. 15, 2018:

The road east.

Called Pecan Street for its first 50 years, East Sixth Street was the dirt road to Bastrop, hence the principal route toward the most settled parts of Texas since the 1830s.

This roadway stood generally above the high water mark when the Colorado River flooded badly.

A second Main Street.

Other than Congress Avenue, Sixth Street was the most densely commercialized Austin thoroughfare well into the 20th century.

It hosted grocery stores, apparel shops, dry good spots, liquor stores, barber shops, furniture stores and movie theaters as well as saloons, restaurants and inns, including the grand Driskill Hotel in 1886.

Melting pot.

As Austin became more segregated in the early 20th century, East Sixth Street, along with Red River Street, was where African-American, Latino, Lebanese and Chinese merchants and customers could potentially mingle, although along one block, African Americans kept mainly to the north, Hispanics to the south into the postwar period.

Bourbon Street.

After World War II, as more residents and businesses moved out to the suburbs, East Sixth Street increasingly was lined was bars, clubs, brothels and tattoo parlors before inking was considered a near universal rite of passage.

Music Row.

By the 1970s, when liquor laws were liberalized, East Sixth Street was one of the primary magnets for live music, including the original Antone’s.

At the same time, against all odds, the first new downtown residents moved into the upper floors of the vintage brick buildings.

Electric Street. To

borrow a term from composer Sterling Price-McKinney, East Sixth Street became wonderfully electric and eclectic in the 1980s.

Waves of curious tourists, game day celebrants, old hippies, SXSW guests and offduty military personnel joined poets, comedians, entertainers, street food vendors and, for a while, feuding street gangs on this Avenue of Dreams.

Dirty Sixth.

We don’t know who first applied the adjective “Dirty,” as popularized by hip-hop culture, to “Sixth.”

Yet as Central Austin spawned a half dozen other, nattier nightlife districts, East Sixth Street acquired a reputation — embraced by some, reviled by others — for a certain level of intentional rowdiness.

[frozenrose13]

deals with brain gremlins by impulsively eating shittonne of fruit

yup this checks out lmao

[reallyromealone]

Super self indulgent

Super ooc

Mikey x omega reader

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

The Sea salt breeze felt soothing against his skin, the sound of waves calming against his ears. (Name) held his stomach gently as he walked into the small apartment by the shore, having moved to this tiny shore town with less than 2000 people in it and fell in love with it all.

It had been six months since the omega left Tokyo, six months since... The incident.

Six months ago, (name) found out he was pregnant with Manjiro Sanos son... Six months when Mikey told him he didn't want the babe.

But (name) did... So he made the decision and left.

He didn't bother talking to the blond before leaving, he couldn't handle the idea of getting rid of the baby he was so excited for when he found out only to be crushed.

His apartment was small, a simple two bedroom.

One for him.

One for his son.

A friend he had made donated her old crib from when her pups were babes, (name) would be a liar if he said he didn't cry and didn't get into deep details but did confess to the older woman about his situation and was relived at the elderly woman's patience and kindness.

"It's ok pup, we can relax and eat the yummy left overs from lat night" (name)s voice soft and soothing to his unborn child who kicked lightly, happy to get some food and rest in his nest and ignore his still aching heart.

-

Mikey felt regret the moment he said he didn't want a child.

The heartbroken expression on his sweet omegas face felt worse than any pain and yet he couldn't close his god damn mouth as he told him to get rid of the kid... His impulses were brimming that day and he was just

So cold to the love of his life.

The one who stood with him since toman.

And he broke his heart like that.

Mikey was devastated when (name) left, but couldn't bring himself to be angry at his mate... He was more angry at himself.

And he took that rage out on all who even slightly pissed him off.

He had his men hunt down his mate and After six painful months... They found him.

Across Japan on a coastal town.

Mikey wasted zero time going there, private jet and expensive car and suddenly he was Infront of the apartment.

He knocked on the door, getting no response and deciding to just pick the lock and let himself in and be enveloped in the smell of his beloved.

He took in the tiny place... Far to small for his mate and pup.

He halted in the nursery taking in the soft decor and so entranced he didn't hear the door open and close.

(Name) heated up his food and wandered towards his bedroom and pausing at the familiar figure in the nursery and staring at his back and short blond hair that was Mikey... And the scent.

Bourbon and honey.

Mikey turned to look at him, he looked so tired... Even more so than usual.

"(Name)..." Mikey said breathlessly walking towards the omega "this is where you're hiding.."

"I'm not getting rid of him."

Him?

Mikey looked confused till he looked down to the large bump his mate had...." My pup is a boy...?"

"He is... Why are you here Mikey"

"I needed to see you...both of you"

"Why?"

"I was a fucking idiot, i want you and the pup so so badly..."

"Why did you say it then"

"What if i loose the pup like..."

Like everyone else.

"We will keep the pup safe..."

"We...?"

(Name) nodded and set his food to the side, fidgeting slightly and not making eye contact with his mate and jolting slightly when Mikey pulled him into a warm hug and enveloped him in his scent.

(Name) clung to him as he scented him back and began crying softly "why are you crying baby?"

"Hormones..."

"Lets get out of here, yeah?"

"I don't wanna leave here forever..."

"We can visit... Make it our vacation home.."

"Promise "

(Name) nodded as Mikey gently rubbed his belly, startled when he felt a small foot kick his hand "pup is saying hello..."

"He's moving?"

"Yup"

Mikey wanted to throw up.

He misses such important fucking milestones because he can't close his god damn mouth.

"I see...let's go baby"

He vowed to never miss another milestone ever.

"Can i say goodbye to my friend?"

"Friend?"

"She helped me... Gave me the crib"

"Alright, let's go say goodbye "

[leejungchans]

impulsive : h.js

word count | 1.1 k

pairing | joshua hong (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) / includes | food mentions, kissing (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour(ish), university au, established relationship au, joshua’s flirty in this idk what else to say <3

summary: in which you help your boyfriend with yet another one of his 2am impulse decisions.

a/n: happy birthday @joshuas i lob you berry berry much and so does joshua!! i said most of what i wanted to say to you on discord so i won’t ramble hehe <33 wishing you a very lovely day and i hope you like this ;-;

Finals week has truly driven everyone insane, your boyfriend far from exempted.

“Why that face?” Joshua whines upon seeing the appalled look you send his way. “This can’t be worse than what happened last week.”

You’d really rather if he didn’t bring up the past Monday when you came home to him and Seokmin slurping up ramen at the dining table after their study session. Perfectly innocuous, until your gaze lowers to quickly find their feet dunked into a tub of ice water.

They claimed it was so they could enjoy their ramen better, you claimed that side effects of studying Science Communication for five hours straight include insanity.

“It’s 2am, we’re both in a state of studying-induced delirium, and you want me to dye your hair? Now?”

“Yup!” Joshua chirps, much too hyper for someone at 2am. He slides off his chair and hurries into your bathroom, emerging seconds later holding a box. “I already bought the dye,” he says, nudging the box closer to you, “I just need some help to make sure it’s applied evenly!”

You glance between the box and the blonde hair sitting atop his head, a result of yet another impulse decision caused by cramming just a week ago. “You sure, Shua?” you ask, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m sure,” he reassures. “Plus—this is a time for experimentation! And it’s just hair!”

“Well, yes, but I meant you trust me to do it for you? What if I burn it off?”

Joshua hardly seems fazed, his head thrown back slightly as he lets out a hearty laugh. “You won’t, baby. It’ll be fine, though you’re not allowed to leave me if I end up bald.”

You snort at his lighthearted jest, choosing to scan the instructions printed on the box instead of meeting his eyes as you admit, “Don’t worry, I’ll still love you even if you’re an egg.”

“Even sunny-side up?”

“Don’t push it.”

“She’s staring at me.”

“Lovingly!”

“It’s creepy! Flip it over, please!”

“You’re the bossiest hairdresser ever,” Joshua jokes, but he does as you request anyways and turns his phone over so the screen faces up instead. “You’re so mean to her,” he pouts at you through the mirror. Her, as in the bunny splayed across his phone case. Admittedly, it can be cute on some days, but at 2am when you’re squished between Joshua and the wall of your bathroom with the flickering bulb—you make a mental reminder to buy a replacement one—its beady eyes seem to follow your every movement.

Either that, or the pungent stench of hair dye has already killed off a few of your brain cells and is making you see things. You definitely have a newfound sense of respect for hairdressers after today.

“I think we’re done,” you inform, giving his sectioned hair one last check to ensure the dye is even before helping him put on a flimsy shower cap, and you can’t help but think how it makes him look a little like one of those lunch ladies in the school cafeteria. “What now? The box said to wait half an hour.”

“We—” His stomach lets out an answering rumble before he can finish his thought, prompting you to stifle a giggle as he looks up at you with a sheepish smile. “Well, I guess now we know what we can do.”

Ten minutes later, you find yourselves huddled around the stove and slurping from a pot of steaming ramen, bowls out of the question because no one wants to do more dishes than necessary at such an ungodly hour.

“I can’t believe we’re eating ramen this late,” Joshua comments, his tongue peeking out from between his pink lips to catch the drop of broth threatening to dribble onto his chin. “My face is gonna be so swollen tomorrow morning!”

“What a tragedy that’d be.” Your reply is disinterested, partly because you can’t bring yourself to care all too much when you’re spending the next few days cooped up in your apartment anyways, and partly because you know your “hunk of a boyfriend” (his words, not yours) will still look better than ninety percent of the human population even with a puffy face.

Besides, you added two eggs in there for protein, so if you convince yourself hard enough you might just believe it’s healthy.

Being his personal hairdresser and now risking a puffy face—you suppose these are the things you do for Joshua Hong out of love.

“Will you be paying with cash or credit?”

Despite the halfhearted roll of the eyes you receive, the corners of Joshua’s lips curve gratefully. Gone is the blonde, now replaced by an ashy brown with just enough warmth to complement his pretty features perfectly. You’re surprised it turned out even, more surprised by how incredible he looks with the new colour.

“Very funny, baby.”

“I’m dead serious. Cash or credit?”

His gaze meets yours in the mirror, the corners of his lips curving up seductively. You know he’s being playful, at least for the most part, but the sight still has your heart taking flight and fluttering around in your rib cage. “What about I pay in kisses?”

Your smile mirrors his in mirth. “Mm… tempting, but no.”

You don’t miss the mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he gets up from the chair and brings a hand up to his hair, his smirk growing when he realises you’re enraptured by how the brown strands pass between his elegant fingers.

“What if I make it a really good kiss?” he murmurs, letting his soft lips graze the shell of your ear. The ticklish sensation has goosebumps rising on your skin in an instant, and an invisible fire burns a scorching path up your neck towards your cheeks.

A giggle bubbles up from your chest as he backs you against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, his arms easily wrapping around you to pull you impossibly close. Warmth radiates from him when he leans in and rests his forehead on yours, eyes dripping with adoration and love boring into your own. “Well?”

“Just kiss me, Joshua,” you laugh.

And he does—eyes fluttering shut, finger crooking underneath your chin to tilt your head up, lips stretching into a sweet grin before he presses them to yours. He kisses you tenderly, softly, as though you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen in his life. Perhaps you are, just as how he is the most treasured presence in your life.

So you kiss Joshua back with just as much enthusiasm, and hope he feels the endless bounds of your love.

a/n: :hehecat: i hope this is shuawife approved <333 thank you for reading and if you liked this please consider leaving some feedback :’)) it helps me a lot as a writer 💗

[teeth-and-the-like]

Hey can I share a collection of Superboy (Kon el) and Impulse high-fiving?

I find it really sweet they high-five when they are excited about an accomplishment.

(Image one: JLA: World Without Grown Ups (1998) , Image two: Young Justic(1998) Issue 4, Image 3: Young Justice(1998) Issue 7)

(ID: Three images of different comic panels. Image one, Superboy and Impulse high five each other in center frame, they both look happy, they are in a dark forest with a purple sky. Image two, the image is a comic frame that contains a close image of Superboy and Impulse’s hands as they high five, Superboy says “Wassup! We the man, where’s Rob?” Image three, a comic frame with Impulse and Superboy from the shoulder up, Impulse is eating a s’more while he gives Superboy a high five with his free hand. Impulse answers a question that is not in this frame but a previous one with a simple “Yup!” Superboy praises him saying “Bart m’man!” -ID End)

I’m probably going to add more if/when I find more examples if this.

[villainessbian]

yup. suppressing impulsivity can manifest as a lot of things: anxiety, choice paralysis, self-doubt, just wasted energy. trying to overcorrect to the point you make no decisions and don't trust any guesses is not uncommon, but choice paralysis can also arise on its own when you have ADHD because it can be hard to jump into chaos from chaos? you need a bit of structure sometimes or it's garbage in garbage out.

A nice big subset of ADHD peeps may be very familiar with the "so what do you want to eat?" question that has no easy answer because you need parameters. We tend to over-analyse things, but we can't do it in an unbounded setting. There are too many steps and we don't know the order. The same way we can need help breaking down big tasks into several smaller ones.

is it possible to suppress impulsivity? if so, can it manifest as decision paralysis? I'm in the process of figuring out if I had ADHD or not and this decision paralysis which may or may not be the result of suppressed impulsivity happens really often to me

followers, do you have any experience with this?