#just ate dinner and i feel like shit

[afro-elf]

oh it's getting real bad lmaooooooo

[sanpape]

OK this is gonna sound really silly and sappy but I'm genuinly so greatful for my best friends rn.

[lesbianpegbar]

watching the raimi spidermans as an adult and im kind of in awe at the reputation raimi mj has like. idk man she kinda just exists. and maybe cut her some slack for peter leading her on over and over and over again. i think she deserves to kill him with hammers for the shit he pulled at the beginning of 3 i'll say it idc

[pikachu-deluxe]

i absolutely am an idiot sometimes huh

[slumberouslemon]

I slept for 16hrs... SIXTEEN FUCKING HOURS

Wtf body

Why

[troglobite]

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[astro-inthestars]

Hi guess who feels like he just experienced 8 consecutive days in a matter of 2?

[buck-yyyy]

local guy is So Fucking Hungry

[lex-n-weegie]

I don't feel so good rn so uh. Gonna reblog a lot of Luigi stuff. Sorry in advance everybody haha

Edit: gonna clear out my drafts first actually but there's still a lot of Luigi in there lol

(vent in tags, be warned!)

[ddaengju]

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[anaalnathrakhs]

like

i want something. then i change my mind in a reasonable, timely, and non-penalizing manner. cue scrambling and apologizing and so much fucking offense that i'm ohhhh nooo restricting myself again poor wittle baby :((((((

i want something so much i can't stand the thought of leaving it behind or not making it, so much that i'm panicking. cue incredulous surprise from parents when it was a decision driven from near-pathological FOMO that i fucking hate, even though i took responsibility of it and paid with my allowance.

i don't know what are any of the options. well, sucks to be you, because they forgot to listen to you asking them out loud to take one more minute, despite info and the time to take it in being like, a lifelong need for me.

i don't want something they want. i tell them it's okay if it's important to them. we do it, it sucks, they way overdo it, it explodes, we talk it out, turns out it was like 1% importance to them the whole time.

i don't want to go on vacation at my grandma's. i thought it over since my parents asked. i say i don't want to go. cue very long description of how sad grandma will be, and how old she is compared to the median lifespan in this country. cue them telling me but of courseeeeee you have a choice and we respect that choice.

i agree to go to a store. we walk around the store taking all the fucking time in the world to look into great details literally every single object. i went around the whole store ten times and they're still not done. i want to cry and tear my eyes out. i walk some more. i still want to cry. i see something and i need to buy it to have it to never let it go i'll never see it again i can't live without it i'll never forgive myself. buy object. feel the weight of object in my hand. it feels good. go home and feel guilty about this shit you never wanted (lie) and will never use or look at again (true)

i don't want something. are you sure you don't want it? :( are you sure?? are you sure??? are you sure are you sure are you sure are you sure

i don't want something. but it might be your only chance! it's stupid not to take the opportunity!

i can tell them out loud as explicitely as i can, and it's still like oh sorry yeah it's true you told us but we forgot this one time sorry shouldn't have happened whoops haha. whoops sorry we didn't understand that you meant what you said lol sorry. haha noticed you uh feel trapped into cyclical problems, why's that?

[okcoolthanks]

I need to be hit with a brick in the head pls and thnx

[what-if-i-dee-eye-do]

I gotta stop waiting for someone to finally See Me

[labradorite-princess]

I want to go hide under a rock.

[pseudowho]

"Hey...are you finished yet?"

You sidled up to Kento in the kitchen, impatient, his waist snatched by his apron as he chopped chillies. He knew what you wanted, and chastised you without venom, a wry half-smile upon his mouth.

"If you want dinner, you'll wait a few more minutes."

You loitered by the counter, one leg stretching out to stroke at Kento's hip, your toes trailing round his waist, and down, and--

Kento coughed, grabbing your toes against his lap, dropping his knife and giving his hands a cursory wash under the tap. Holding your foot to him, he closed in until your knee was crumpled to your chest, and you giggled as he glowered down at you.

He leaned down, his voice rumbling, appraising your body in his shirt with hungry eyes. Lifting you up on the counter, he continued to chastise you to your laughter, his voice low at your neck as he made love to it.

"You're not wearing anything under there, are you, Mrs.Nanami? Impatient. Filthy."

Giggles turned into sighs, turned into whimpers as Kento tangled a gripping hand in the front of your shirt, affectionately restraining you while his fingers slid down to your core, slipping between your folds until he found his aim.

Kento allowed himself one long-fingered dip inside you with a shudder, before rolling practiced circles over your clit.

You nuzzled into him with a sigh, feeling so oddly sensitive down there. The feeling built, a strange warm prickle, thinking Kento must have doused his fingers in magic and sin before they met their mark. You shivered, whimpering, the feeling building.

"...ungh...hot..."

"Mmm...yes, you certainly are. Could always edge you like this until you--"

"--no-- no, Kento-- hot, it's hot!"

Kento pulled back in alarm at the terror in your voice, keen eyes narrowed and fixed on you. You both stared at each other for a moment in dumb confusion.

His eyes flicked down to his fingers, still as the grave between your lips. Your eyes flicked over to the chillies he'd been chopping just minutes before.

"Kento, the--"

"--the chillies, fuck, shit, I'm so sorry--"

You shrieked, slapping his glistening fingers away, your face twisted in pain. "--oh my fucking god, Kento, you fucking idiot--"

"--excuse me, I am sorry, but if I recall, you were the one who seduced me--"

"--why did you let me?!"

You shrieked again, the Great Fire of London blazing at the crest of your thighs. Kento jolted to life, darting to the fridge, reassuring you, while he berated you, while you panicked in pain.

"--hang on, hang on, you'll be alright--shit..."

Kento slopped milk into a glass, shoving his hand into it and walking back over to you as you lay back on the counter, one hand clasped over your burning vagina. Kento's voice rumbled, authoritative, his hair mussed and sweaty.

"Open up."

"--you're fucking joking, Kento--"

"Do as you're told. This will help. Open up."

Half-laughing, half-crying, half-aflame, more agony than woman, you kicked at Kento while he huffed a laugh, batting your thighs apart.

Still weakly objecting, you gasped when he sunk two milky fingers between your folds, dipping his hand once more in the cold milk, and back again. Milk, labia. Milk, labia.

Lying back with your hands over your face, miserable with shame, you could do nothing while Kento milk-fingered the burning chillies off you. You could feel him trying to look serious and mournful as he did it.

"Stop laughing, Kento--"

"I would never."

"--you absolutely are--"

"I wouldn't dare, my love."

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You and Kento ate your curry in silence. Kento's face was fixed throughout, deliberately solemn. You glared over at him occasionally, mulish, the ghost of a fire still lingering at your core.

Kento finished his curry, clearing his throat. He barely hid the crooked smile behind his napkin.

"That was delicious."

"...yeah. I guess it was."

"I do fancy a glass of milk though."

"--alright, that's it. Get undressed-- I'm giving you a blow job--"

"--darling--you've just eaten chillies--"

"Exactly."

Kento paled, voice tight as he begged for his life. "Please don't."

[astralmarionette]

ough my mom makes me so mad sometimes