#let me know? maybe? idk

[hellverse]

Cas is talking, somewhere, in the background of Dean’s mind, the angels voice pouring into his ears, breaking apart into calming sounds and syllables he couldn’t quite grasp. Dean was too busy, too distracted, staring at the angels lips.

He wasn’t sure when it had started or how it had gotten to the point of completely shutting out the actual words coming out of Cas’ mouth, but here he was. At first he had tried to pretend, ignored the way his eyes lingered, the way his own mind preferred to see and not hear sometimes. But it was almost addicting, the blissful daze, the familiarity that grew within. It was as if he could predict the movements of Cas’ mouth before they even happened - a slight twitch in the corners of his lips that grew into a smile or the way his lips curled around certain words, how it would look. It was almost as if he could feel them.

And he wanted to. Wanted to feel. The staring alone nursed a weird feeling in his stomach but now, now he would catch himself leaning in and that just opened a whole different can of worms.

Glance, 1, 2, look away, 3, 4, glance back, 5, 6, 7, closer, closer, closer. Dean was losing his mind.

“Are you listening, Dean?” Cas pulled him back into reality.

“Yeah, I, uh, sorry, zoned out a little there,” he chuckled, attempting to ignore the heartbeat in his ears that had replaced the low sounds of Cas’ voice.

Cas looked a little puzzled, questioning, but didn’t ask.

They were sitting in the kitchen and if Dean had to guess, Cas was still talking about a movie he had watched. It’s not that Dean didn’t care, he liked listening to Cas ramble, liked hearing him figure things out, make comparisons and find explanations for things he still didn’t quite understand, it was nice, calm, warm.

Yeah, he liked listening, but right now, in this moment, he wished to see the words, feel them, and taste the sounds on his tongue.

They were sitting close enough that if Dean leaned in, just a little further than he usually let himself, he could do just that.

“Dean?”

The thought of tasting his own name on the angels lips unravelled Dean completely. He placed a hand on Cas’ cheek and allowed himself to be pulled in, closer, closer, closer. As the tip of his nose touched the angels face, he thought once more about how much he wanted this, allowing Cas to pull away if he didn’t feel the same. But Cas stayed, locked in place, his hand softly grabbing Dean’s wrist.

“Dean,” the angel whispered.

That was all he needed to finally allow himself to feel. As their lips touched, Dean drowned in the familiarity of what he had seen and the yet unknown feeling of it.

Dean had heard a lot about the world, the way Cas saw it. And right now, the whole world was on the angels tongue and Dean could swear he could taste it.

[hajihiko]

💕

[aestheticallynotdeerlightful]

I was gonna wait and post these till I had more doodles but I’ll just post them now it’s fine. I’ll just explain stuff in the tags as per usual

Some Raz poses and some Dion and Adam stuff

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(Please do not use or repost my works anywhere without explicit permission from me thank you)

[shehungthemoon]

I've realized that truly the worst thing Stiller and Erickson could do would be to move on from Burt and Irving as a lost cause. I don't want a single stilted flashback to the s1 finale that ends with Irving telling the innies that "oh he was already happy, I have to find a way to move on" with some dejected pining throughout.

I want this tragedy to hurt unimaginably and I want Irving to fight to have it, I want grey morality and apostasy all because of true love, I want to see Burt's outtie put in the worst no-win situation, I want to see Irving revel in it while being in the worst pain of his life. I want them to address how Lumon's most devout servant helped spark a rebellion solely because he found a soulmate. And I want to see how Irving even moves forward when he loses it. (DOES he lose it? I don't know. I don't WANT to know for as long as possible.)

There is so much here and the worst thing imaginable would be for them to relegate it.

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Robin: I don’t know, this place feels kinda wrong. Aster: It’s giving me the creeps too. Robin: I don’t understand how we even ended up here.

Aster: Right? Why’d it get dark all of a sudden too, like.. it’s only what, 10AM? Robin: Not here, it isn’t. [Aster shuddered in solidarity with Robin]

Aster: I’m pretty sure it used to be an asylum or something. Robin: Yeah? Aster: Yeah-.. look at these freaky patient notes.

[PATIENT NOTES]

PATIENT NO. 1807-14 INTAKE DATE: [REDACTED] GENDER: FEMALE AGE: APPROX 14-15 HEIGHT: 5’0” WEIGHT: 49KG

CONTAINMENT INSTRUCTIONS:

Patient 1807-14 is to be kept in a soundproofed cell at all times. No verbal communication to be attempted and a buddy system must remain in place during any and all monitoring sessions. Any personnel within fifteen metres or attempting any type of communication with 1807-14 are to wear earplugs and active noise-cancelling earmuffs at all times. Any personnel who do not conform or are compromised in any way are to be taken to containment sector [REDACTED] by management for a minimum of one week and to be analysed by Doctor [REDACTED] before duties are resumed.

DIAGNOSTICS:

Patient 1807-14 is in good condition with no prior or current medical issues and or diseases.

Minor lacerations to the legs, arms and face.

Weight to be monitored due to frequent hunger strikes and manipulation tactics. If necessary, the patient must be sedated and force-fed via [REDACTED]

Brainwave activity is normal, though slightly elevated [REDACTED] has been observed.

THERAPY NOTES:

Patient 1807-14 claimed to have no extraordinary [REDACTED] upon arrival, though an incident with [REDACTED] effectively proved otherwise. Patient appears to have changed tactics since this point in time and relinquished [REDACTED]

Verbal communication with 1807-14 must not be attempted by any personnel below clearance stage [REDACTED]

NOTES:

Date: [REDACTED] Patient curriculars to be suspended following suspicious activity detected toward Patient [REDACTED]

Date: [REDACTED] Patient intervention and monitoring suspended via Doctor [REDACTED]

Date: [REDACTED] Patient force-feeding to be suspended immediately.

Patient 1807-14 is scheduled for live autopsy experimentation on [REDACTED]

END

Aster: Crazy, huh? Robin: Where’d you find this? Aster: They’re everywhere-.. only this box has ones with bits scrubbed out though.

[HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING]

[Robin, Aster, Jacob and Tess all launched themselves toward the commotion without thought, leaving scattered notes in their wake]

Aster: Holy shit. Robin: How-… Levi: I don’t know!

Penny: GET ME OUT OF HERE!

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

and! barbarian!fig! its her

[aroacespacerock]

I think I need to knit a replica of crystals bone shirt it’s so damn cool

Like look at it!!! Why is crystal always pulling up with the best fits, didn’t she leave all her clothes behind??

[habibisagi]

this is kind of a dynamic….

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[welcometogrouchland]

my Stephanie Brown hot take is that she should get mad bitches now that she's single in comics. Yes yes shipping BUT the one time she had sex she was punished by the narrative via teen pregnancy. I think she should be allowed to have as much sex as she wants with zero consequences. Could be a lot of sex, could be a little. Point is she should get to do it without getting narratively baby trapped this time. she should get them pregnant, actually.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

just got home from seeing miles and oh my GODDDDD. so much to unpack. SO MUCH. i’ll do a proper post tomorrow when my brain is remotely coherent again, but for now the headlines: he is (as always) absolutely fucking incredible live; i had not one but TWO super awkward run ins with him before the gig even started; i will never recover from hearing shavambacu; there was a VERY interesting moment when he was introducing “see ya when i see ya”; and, in the least creepy way possible, i may or may not now know what it’s like to be spat on by miles kane mid performance 🫠

[quirkedupkicks]

pretty risky plan, but yeah ..

panel redraw/ode to the hero killer arc 💙 no shade version + the ref pic that saved me ->

[anonymouscheeses]

They are everything to me.

[catguangcorner]

lg fanboy real and canon which means i bet he's watched madoka magica and IS a homura kinnie i feel unwell . he tries to show it to cxs but after ep3 it makes him too sad and he can't bear to continue

[voidcat]

characters: you/imaushi wakasa, sano shinichiro...

a/n: angst lol. strangers to friends. themes of fwb but nothing explicit. switch of perspective. mcd obviously,,

as i said in this post the loose explanatio/beginning of an idea i had that i liked ALOT but couldnt write due to various reasons (esp lck of time) (open post for a lil further stuff for reader x wakasa ig,,,)

attending the same classes as shinichiro sano... you've heard of him alright but that's about it. a nice face to look at perhaps but a little odd. not someone you'd interact with occasionally, nor someone you'd remember in particular-

until you're paired with him for an assignment. it'll help build bonds between the lot of you! the teacher announces and everyone groans in unision

you shoot your new partner to be a look from where you stand and turn back to your notebook. the ring bells but by the time you can get up adn gather your stuff, sano is nowhere to be seen

it takes you hours to find him. and at possibily one of the worst times too.

you heard of the rumors about fights and deliquents but you didn't expect yourself to run into one. youre careful, you live a peaceful life, you avoid trouble, always keep a clean name and all-

the people around all battered and beaten up, covered in bruises, cuts and maybe blood, looking hungry, unsatisfied, maddened– and you're in the center of it all.

footsteps approach you, strong, stern, taking their time and all- you hold it in you to not turn for a look. wait for them to show their face at your feet, dont give them the satisfaction nor even the slightest sign of weakness.

a man with blond hair and a pretty face, long lashes and all, stands before you, looking almost a little amused. "what's a pretty little thing doin' here all by themselv-" "where's sano" you cut him midsentence.

the man looks baffled, a little offensed even. soon joined by a second figure a lot taller than him, they both look at you with hostility and a hint of curiosity.

who cares, you scoff internally, whatever intimidation they're going for, you won't fall for it.

the other man raises a brow at the way you've mentioned sano. shit, you do hope this was not the wrong place, or whatever fight went down there, they must've won... right?

"and who is asking?" the blond speaks up again, sounding a little annoyed now. "you know, we don't allow passes to every pretty thi-" "eeeew" you drag the word and scretch like a gum, making sure to put on a face. "none of your business actually." you add on, placing your hand against a hip.

"why, you-" before he can follow up with whatever's on his tongue, a jolly greeting from behind interrupts him, cutting through the air. you can notice how the idle folks around suddenly tense up, and for the two man before you, shoulders dropped, bodies relaxing...

soon sano emerges, with his hair put up and stylized, nothing like the man in your class, a deliquent out of a shitty teen's magazine you'd say so.

exhanging greets with the two men and doing a special handshake for only them to know, he looks in the mood, just his face a little bruised up and some blood on his clothes.

so that's probably why he skips school some days, you muse.

he notices you a little later.

"oh!" mouth formed into an 'o' shape, you can see his surprise written all over but he is quick to disperse all that." greeting you with your surname formally, he reaches out a hand, then brings it up upon noticing the splatters of blood and takes it back with a sheepish smile.

"what brings you there?" he asks, never losing a bit of his joy that contradicts the entire atmosphere.

"our assignment." you say curtly and receive another sound of surprise from him. he looks apolegitic at the very least, you think.

"well.. uh-" he scratches the back of his head, casting a glance around, you wait to see where the stammering will go.

"how would you wanna do it then?" he asks more for you than himself, to ease you probably, you can only assume.

another joins their little group, keeping silent and watching what's going on. you relly, really should get going, you decide after giving a quick look around. "we can go over the details at an appropirate time later."

"alright then!" he says, never missing a beat from his energy. it's unbelievable, you think. "should we... ah-" he pauses, "exchange numbers to keep in touch then?" he asks, and he means well, you can tell just from the way he looks and talks, but the rest? you're not exactly dying to say out loud your contact information. especially not with that blond anywhere within a 20 meter radius.

"here." you say, reaching out your hand to reveal your phone. "i'm not announcing my number for a bunch of weirdo, self proclaimed deliquents to hear."

your words take him by shock but he breaks into a snort right after. the two men exchange a glance and a thug at their lips as well. the blond however does not look once pleased with your words.

or you at all.

you begin to come and go to their place often, the assignment builds up slow but steady and the guys seem reasonable enough after actually sitting down and hearing each other out. shin looks happy with the development too, says you have brought a change but you'd disagree. he is the light and sun and the beating heart of this place and wherever he goes, they follow, absolute devotion and belief in him, as a person, for his mind and for his heart.

you can see why, you can feel it too. once you begin to spend your time with shinichiro sano, all the rumors and speculations you've heard up until then are gone. assignment be damned, you can tell when a friendship begins to bloom and with shin- it happens at such a pace, you find yourself a little afraid.

the assignment ends, presentation and all, with flying colors you pass and decide to celebrate it out, with the rest joining as well.

a karaoke bar is all fun and games until night rolls out. it has gotten late but shin offers to walk you home; keizo and takeumi dragging a very drunk and messed up wakasa. everyone bids one another goodbye- save for wakasa... and you almost believe youhave seen a hint of sadness in their eyes as they bump their fists against yours. if you didn't know any better, you'd ever go as far as to say they'll miss you around.

a day passes, another and another... much to their relief and encouragement, you stick around.

not within the vicinity on the days big fights go around but definitely dropping by to hang out, fool around and whatnot. it's now your laughter mixed with shin's that fills the air, and everyone seems joyful and happy most of the time- save for imaushi wakasa.

for reasons unbeknowst to you, he remains hostile, rude, and on and up about sending your way stupid lines like he did the first time. most of the time you ignore him, which annoys him further– the scene alone brings a smile to your lips, the smirk of a vixen, you even overhear him once, yelling to keizo about you are, sounding very much frustrated.

despite this is how the things begin and roll out, neither of you expect to grow close- closer than you'd have imagined.

yes, you and shin might be the sunshines, but you and wakasa? the two of you become inseperable. you even hear some people mumble how they fear the two of you looking down at them, gazes that burn holes through their skulls, see into their souls... the two of you could make a power couple- if you were one at all.

there is the heat, there is the tension. you comb through his hair with a gentle touch that has wakasa melting in your hold, yet the second someone dares to imply anything more, you shoot them a glance so heavy, it'd crash their lungs.

wakasa hopes, in the end, that perhaps there is an end to it that is happy, that is hopeful. he knows there is no making up for the way he treated you but you were not the kindest toward him either, so it makes you equals, no?

so he sings sappy songs at karaoke whilst tipsy, so any accusation he can brush off as the effect of the booze, but hopes you caught how he looked at you. so he touches you as soft as you do him, trying to mimic your kindness, an attempt at how love, in the physical, in action should be.

he doesn't know any better, why should he? why should anyone to begin with?

it scares him how natural it is for shin and you. some days he finds himself envying the two of you even, would things be any different were you to attend the same school as the two of you? oh what wouldn't he do to be graced with your smiles and giggles all day every day, having you look at him as you rest your cheek against your palm–

he aches for something a tad normal sometimes, at the very least with you. would the two of you ever cross paths were it not for shin? the thought scares him and he feels like an asshole for envying his friend like this, desperate for anything that would come from your hands.

but at the end of the day, it is himself you seek out. his arms that you allow around your person, his lips on you, devoring you, it's wakasa that consumes you wholly and the thought brings a wave of comfort at the very least.

then the entire world collapses down in the span of 24 hours.

shinichiro dies.

almost 24 hours have passed since his death and wakasa still cannot find it in him to return to reality yet.

then like an angel amidst the chaos, you reemerge from the fog, from smoke. it doesn't take a genius to figure out something is wrong.

"waka," you call out to him, sound laced with something he cannot quite pinpoint. shutting his eyes completely, he sits in the same spot for a moment, all the doubts, every single negative, twisted and fucked up thng he has been holding at bay til now so close to breaking out.

you speak, but he does not hear the words.

not pass the 'i am leaving'