#it like popped in my head

[angelkiyo]

2018 timeskip! atsumu miya posting on his snapchat stories with the dog filter and flexing at the gym with ‘god’s plan’ and ‘one dance’ playing as he tries to bag the hoes.

[a-little-bit-of-ravioli]

so how about that theory that Odysseus' red eyes in Six Hundred Strike mean Ares is helping him out on behalf of Athena, huh?

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[humanjarvis]

random thought but high school!caleb x reader with a severe allergy/medical condition where caleb keeps a secret stash of your medicine with him at all times. he’d only seen you have a reaction once, but the stillness of your body under the blinding lights of the hospital room had made him vow to stop it from ever happening again.

gran kept the medicine cabinet locked up back then, so he had to steal it when she wasn’t looking. he kept his main supply in his backpack for emergencies, but he had more hidden under piles of textbooks and clutter in his locker (at the risk of getting suspended).

he’d gone years without having a use for it. but one day, it happens. 

you’re both in the gym that afternoon—luckily, your PE class coincides with his basketball practice—and when you crumple to the ground, caleb doesn’t even have the time to panic. he rushes to you before anyone else can, summoning his bag into his hands from where it lay discarded in the bleachers. he treats you like he’s done it a thousand times before, his exceptional skill stemming from hours of research and studying videos on the subject. his trembling hands are the only things betraying his nerves as he shushes you, telling you he’s here, it’ll all be okay—not even knowing if you can hear him. 

a strangled mewl of his name leaves your lips, and he works even faster.

once your symptoms ease, you wrap your arms around him and cling like a little koala, masking the sound of your tearful sniffles in his chest. 

your teachers give him permission to take you to the nurse’s office, where he sits you both on the bench and cradles your feeble body in his arms. “you’re okay,” he whispers. “you’ll always be okay when i’m here. i’ll never let anything happen to you.”

[wardingshout]

the Zelda timeline ??? yeah I know about it

[shouyuus]

but imagine popstar!reader x vi where you're recording an extra breathy, flirty song, and after a really good take, vi comes in, pulling you into her chest, making you squeal, giggling as she compliments you on your take (the recording studio's long since gotten used to her presence whenever you're recording), but when she kisses ur neck you moan out, whining high just the way she likes, your lashes fluttering.

little do either of you know, the mic's still on by accident, and 6 months later, the web blows up when someone posts an isolated clip from the backing track of your song -- its very clearly you -- moaning and whining, the sound tapering into a sweet little laugh.

and then a woman's sultry voice saying --

"that's right, pretty girl. make that sound again for me, hm?"

[doodle-list]

Bill gets sent to work at the mystery shack au etc etc

[straycalamities]

this was supposed to be just a doodle erm

[cattysapien]

Normie Eren tries to do gothkasa's makeup

hold yourself TOGETHER, dude

(erens pov below)

there’s more info in the tags that adds a little more depth to it HAHAHA.. i had so much fun making this

[just-null]

[modern au] pjs movie night w these idiots

[murdergrandmafanclub]

[nerdinsandals]

He is not one of us🎵

He has never been one of us~🎶

Have Amethio without all the lighting and effects too! Just because I'm pretty happy with how the hair turned out and you can't really appreciate it in the final version haha

[pete-toolshed]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[violetsorengail]

back to negotiations :)

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.

Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.

Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.

Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.

Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”

… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.

Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.

It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.

“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.

“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).

“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.

“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”

The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”

——

The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.

Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.

Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.

The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”

Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.

———

Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.