#ive just been slightly obsessed

[staticair]

[Crowley]

[bmpmp3]

her.....................................

[natsmagi]

why doesnt the big natsume just eat the little natsume

[kheprriverse]

Y’all thinking about an older Ares has RUINED me

[pinazee]

I need season 3 of ROTTMNT because i need to see how the whole team adjusts to Leo being leader.

I expect Raph would at first be like i cant believe this, im oldest! I didnt do anything wrong! And resent Leo and Splinter. But once he got to fight without worrying what the others were doing, he’d feel so much better.

Donnie would second guess him at first but eventually come to trust him.

Mikey would be so supportive the whole time but feel so conflicted about it until Raph was cool with it

And Leo would go through like the 5 stages of grief.

1. Denial- no way, not doing it. Got a taste and didn’t like it.

2. Fear- sweet precious Mikey must be covered in bubble wrap. Donnies going to poke his eye out! Raphs shell is already damaged!

3. Soloing- ill just do all the dangerous stuff myself no biggie

4. Depression- everything is going wrong, im a failure, i miss my carefree life of the wisecracking fun guy! (This is where Raph steps in and tells him splinter probably knows what hes doing)

5. Acceptance- i’m awesome, theyre awesome. And i guess i like the responsibility of keeping everyone alive or whatever nbd.

I want this all in cartoon form please

[strawglicks]

i can feel myself drifting from the TTCC community .. like i still love the characters and their dynamics, but ive been thinking less about toontown as a whole and just some of the characters are lingering . this usually happens towards the end of my obsessions

plus i just dont feel in touch with the community LOL i just kinda stick to my own stuff and sometimes like the art and stories ppl make .. but im in this awkward spot right now where im MENTALLY not engaging as much. idk if this is anything

[aaabatteryy]

doodles i literally just did

[5hrignold]

charlie and pim are so good for me cuz they come from one of the goofiest most unserious things ever which is usually the type of thing that attracts me and usually i just have my fun and put all my cringe into it and it’s fine. but with these two there’s that but they also actually do love eachother . something that’s been said tons of times while talking about the show is that the fact that charlie and pim are best friends and purposely stick together and it isn’t like a “one guy is annoying and the other guy doesn’t like him” situation at all , makes the show better because their friendship being so sincere and sweet just works infinitely better for it than if they didn’t like eachother or charlie just didn’t like pim. and they have currently a handful of nice moments that are just there to establish that they’re good friends and then also 80% of their dialogue together is just them talking normally which like i said. for some reason i don’t know tjats Always the type of thing that pulls me in and just makes me want to make up stuff about the characters and their relationships But here i dont even need to do that myself. its everything i love that’s my point

[mrscorcoran]

One more secret won't hurt / Bunny x reader

Part 1

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Chapter 2: Encounter with the weirdos

Sundays are for walking. Just like Saturdays are for reading and Mondays are for crying. It feels natural, meant to be. The college is surrounded by miles of woods, dissected by dozens of trails in every direction. A dream campus for an avid hiker. If I could, I’d spend my every waking hour exploring every trail, every nook and cranny of this beautiful Vermont wilderness. But trying to be a semi-functional adult that passes all her classes, I decided I’d dedicate only my Sundays to this hobby. Being responsible sucks ass.

But I am nothing in my soul if not responsible. So, on Saturdays, I made my way down to the little library to work on the week’s assignments and papers. Being a literature major means most of my day is spent reading and writing. I enjoy the reading part, but writing can be such a pain in the ass, having to find exactly the right word to describe something, having to come up with a combination of words in an order that’s never been done before or it’s plagiarism, and don’t get me started on writer’s block. Knowing I get to explore a new path the next day is what gets me through these harrowing Saturdays.

So, I make my way to the library, my bag hanging off my shoulder, full of assignments due way too soon, screaming in agony to be completed. It’s 8 a.m. Too early for there to be too many people in the library on a Saturday. It buys me a few hours of reading with no distractions. It’s not like I have issues staying focused, like ADHD or something, I’m just extremely nosey. At least that’s what I tell myself to avoid taking meds.

I find an empty table near a window and sit down. I put on my noise cancelling headphones just in case, pull my copy of Frankenstein out of my bag, and start reading. Of course, I’ve read it a hundred times before, but now that I gotta analyze it for an essay, I find my brain completely blank. What original thought could I possibly have about a 200-year-old book that hasn’t been said before? What could I analyze that hasn’t been analyzed from a hundred different perspectives already? Maybe re-reading it will jiggle a decent idea out of my fried-out brain.

After a few dozen pages and exactly zero ideas, I put the book down and remove my headphones to take a small break. I release a heavy, exhausted sigh and rub my eyes. With my ears free of the headphones, I notice the library is not so quiet anymore. I look up and immediately spot the source of the noise. A few tables away I see a small group of people dressed oddly formal, discussing something in a strange language. Latin, maybe? Greek? Specifically, one of the boys is the source of the commotion. He’s not screaming; in fact, he’s using a regular speaking tone, but in a library that’s pretty much the same thing.  The others reply to his arguments in whispers, but this does not make the blond guy speak any lower.

I have seen this group around campus, talking amongst themselves and disappearing into the vine covered building, but I’ve never seen any of them in any of my classes. I haven’t paid too much attention to them, but it’s not hard to notice they are a bit odd.

The redhead seems annoyed, his head buried in a notebook while he aggressively scribbles something down, not paying any attention to the loud discussion happening around him. The only girl sitting with them is very pretty. She’s listening carefully and offering a few words here and there. The guy sitting next to her looks exactly like her but with shorter hair. I assume they’re either twins or it’s a very freaky coincidence. He also seems a bit disinterested in the outcome of the discourse, rolling his eyes a few times at the other boys. The two other dark-haired guys are the most involved, pointing at something in one of the books, and then at some scribbles in a notebook.

But the loud one, the blond guy with the glasses, is the one that caught my eye. I’d say that’s easy to do when you’re being this loud in a quiet place, but it’s not the loudness. He looks so excited, speaking in that gibberish sounding language, his hands moving around wildly, as if he’s trying to prove the most important point ever. He has my full attention. I stare at his lips, trying to make sense of any of the sounds, when I finally catch a few English words.

- “But that would make no sense though! Why would they be sailing to Carthage to attack?” then a few more words in the strange language. “See? It’s the aorist!”

- “Why are you so stubborn? We can just use the locative case, you can remove the epi if you don’t think they’re going to attack, and those who think they will just keep the epi. Problem solved,” said one of the dark-haired boys.

Holy shit. Even in English I have no idea what they’re talking about. Sounds like they’re trying to translate a very complicated text.

I keep staring at them, occasionally glancing down at my book to be less obvious. His energy is so contagious, how are the rest of them not scream-speaking like him? I have no clue what they’re even disagreeing on, but I’m on his side. He almost looks out of place here, like he should be on a pirate ship somewhere, yelling out orders, or maybe on a T.V. ad, trying to sell something outrageous with a surprising success rate, not here in a quiet library, talking about whatever ‘Carthage’ is.

My book is forgotten on the table after a while. It’s not shaping up to be a very productive Saturday after all. When I look down at my watch, I realize it’s almost noon. I see the group packing up their stuff and making their way out of the library, probably to grab some lunch. I should do the same, so I pack my half-read book and my blank notebook into my bag and start resignedly walking to my dorm to get food. I don’t think this Frankenstein paper is going to get written soon. My mind is still on the mysterious group, and the loud guy that seemingly stole more than just a bit of my attention.

[goldiipond]

nintendos announced not only the first mainline game with daisy in it but shes also a playable character AND we’re getting a new super princess peach i just felt little child skye explode somewhere

[t1erradelfuego]

god they make me so sick

[jessiesjaded]

I will say being someone who is almost incapable of doing things in increments is so genuinely draining, like my brain just obsesses and when it's stuck on something I need to do that /Right Now/ or I'm just plainly not going to do it

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

everyone on here freaking out about whatever is gonna happen in the new 9-1-1 episode tonight and im just over here watching s1 for the first time and having mild breakdown about it

[waywardsalt]

probably not going to try and lean into any sort of like weird fiction/lovecraftian/eldritch whatever horror-specific aspects with the new bellum x linebeck fic inspirations asides mostly bc i dont actually find that stuff interesting as horror

[irishbreakfst]

One of my fave mildly toxic things to do is whenever I go grocery shopping by myself, I like to buy things I know my boyfriend would like and then put them away in completely normal places, but not at eye level and next to food he doesn't eat, and then see how long it takes him to notice them. Like one time I bought chicken soup dumplings from trader joe's (he loves them) and put them in the freezer underneath a bag of frozen peas (I did not obscure the label, and he doesn't have any recipes in his repertoire that use frozen peas) and it took him about two weeks to notice them, and only after I had used up the peas.

This week I bought him a box of stuffing mix and put it in the pantry, about two feet below eye level and next to a bag of chips that he doesn't like. My guess is either 10-12 days or whenever he next suggests takeout on a day other than payday.

[loveanddeepdick]

Thoughts on the LADS boys not breaking eye contact as they eat out MC?

EEEK i love this 😛 sorry i took so long to respond,, ive been a bit busy 😓😓

rafayel would break eye contact the fastest, whining as you grip his hair, eyes locked onto your face, but the moment you moan his name, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. he nearly cums in his pants from the sound alone and his tongue is delving deeper into your pussy. the bed is creaking from him rutting his gently as he gets off from eating you out, and he loves your slightly salty taste. he’s not coming up for air anytime soon.

zayne would last a little longer, his eyes stoic boring into yours as his tongue flicked against your pussy. unfortunately, as much as the man is nonchalant, he’s whipped for your pussy. he can’t help it, he just needs to pull back for juuust a second, inserting his fingers to pump your pussy as compensation as he stares at how sloppy and messy you’ve gotten

sylus would genuinely last the entire round looking at you. i mean, he’s just obsessed with you. the man is patient as well, and there’s nothing he loves more than teasing you, watching your flushed cheeks as he takes in your expressions. he only breaks eye contact the moment you cum, pulling away to slowly rub at your clit, cooing as he watches you convulse

xavier would not break eye contact with you. that fucking freak would do anything and stop at nothing. as much as he loves your tits, he has peripheral vision, duh! he moans into your clit, getting off untouched from your face and the sounds of your pussy alone. he’s addicted and obsessed with you. his eyes never leave your face, watching it contort with pleasure, and his favorite part. your face when you cum. the way your eyebrows scrunch, the way your glossy lips part as you moan. he spits on your messy pussy, giving you a few seconds to breathe until he dives back in again.