#like bruh im exhausted

[kenobster]

i just wanna write my WIPs again but shit keeps happening 😭

[sukirichi]

i’m gonna sound stupid for saying this but i’m acc very upset that real life is keeping me away from being a loser here 😔

[lonely-night]

so... next year is internship for 18 weeks, if I:

move to a new place

pros:

less housemates (max 5, most working adults)

near train station, 2 stops to reach working place

save time

cons:

expensive rental (its like 80% of my already low intern paycheck lmao)

stay at the current student house

pros:

cheap rent

cons:

ass housemates (currently all males, and they are so fucking unhygienic)

ass landlords

far far faaaaaaaaaar away from workplace (have to get out the house 2 hours before exact clock in time because of traffic)

wasting time on traffic

[tenspontaneite]

Bruh people aren't fucking lying about COVID fatigue goddamn

[constantvariations]

Went scavenging for rabid screenshots and drained my soul along the way so here's my silly nitpick of their nitpick

The academies (almost) align with colleges age-wise (I am once again asking why they chose 17 as the majority cast's age), but the Beacon era is littered with tropes exclusive to high school settings, like shoving people into lockers, school uniforms, insta-crushes, food fights, and getting ready for prom

It's little wonder why people confuse Beacon Academy for a high school. All the high school hallmarks are there yet not a single student is pulling an all nighter with the help of redbull, cigarettes, and anxiety-induced insomnia

Side note: are the Academies confirmed 4-year programs or is that an assumption?

[ritualslaughter]

I don't want to generalise but I think people that think ttpd is so deep and excellent songwriting are also the same people who think acotar is the height of fiction

[pandorashearts]

as a person w so goddamn much medical trauma the thought of having to go through the process to find a new doctor that is not just simply compatible w me, but who is also, like. u know. an actually nice, understanding person who will put genuine effort into taking proper care of me is so taxing. like i wish it was a simpler process, but it's not. bc i gotta deal w the very real possibility that by having to go through this process, my medical trauma will be worsened even further. & it is already bad enough that i have panic attacks every time i have to go to any sort of medical facility.

im literally so fucking furious over how much this happens. & that there's no fucking consequence for doing it to a Human Being. for tossing a Human Being that needs medical care aside like a piece of fucking trash. the american healthcare system is such a stupid fucking joke.

[cheswirls]

this job is so fucking exhausting

[miami2k17]

there's so much shit i want to watch and read and play but i cant because i just have no time anymore. like when i was a teenager id clap a game a week and read for hours and finish entire 10+ season tv shows and now i have to come home and say would i like to eat or talk to my friends or spend time consuming media for 2-3 hours before its time to teleport back to work tomorrow cause i only have the energy for one! i can only do one of them whats it gonna be

[tony-andonuts]

Instead of going to work at 8am and staying until 7pm I just went 15 minutes before my usual shift (so 10:45isham) and am grinding to gtfo

[bowsersrighthandmon]

anyways, i need like. a hella amount of art refs, time and medication probly

[hexalene]

It’s been

*checks time*

Too long since I made this post and I still smell diesel I legit have vomited from how bad it smells and ITS NOT EVEN REAL

BRUH

Did yall know that sometimes when you’ve got an upper respiratory infection you can get this thing called phantosmia where you STRAIGHT UP hallucinate smells for no reason?????????????

ALL I CAN SMELL IS DIESEL FUEL AND ITS DISGUSTING

[kzlove]

handle you

syn -> eren proves that he can handle you.

warnings : smut, squirting, creampie, thick black reader, weed and alcohol usage, unprotected sex, spit, not proofread; just nasty

you were laying in bed with your led lights on, tv playing music softly from its speakers.

frank ocean, flo mili, sza, steve lacy, kali uchis, and whoever fit their way into the mood.

it was definitely past twelve o clock now, but you didn't feel even a bit of tired.

you take a couple pictures and post it on instagram, labeling it as 'bored' before posting.

you see a lot of your homegirls like it immediately, but of course they all was doing something.

sasha had a class to go to in the morning, annie was exhausted from work, pieck was with her boyfriend.

the only person that didn't heart it was mikasa, and that was probably because she was with her boyfriend too.

you drop your phone down and roll your eyes, deciding to begin working on your assignment due next week.

but you don't have to mess with it for long.

your phone buzzes next to you, gaining your attention from the laptop. an instagram notification.

onyandrift replied to your story : smoke sesh? wtw

you roll your eyes, recognizing the username as your boy best friend.

the two of you use to kick it with each other all the time, and even spent a few nights at his house over the summer in high school.

but you fell off, cause eventually he got a girlfriend and started to stream games and a bunch of other nonsense.

around that same time, you started focusing more on yourself.

loveyn : lame booooo loveyn : ion got weed to share w u

onyandrift : girl you nvr do onyandrift : i'm providing onyandrift : come kick it w me n a few of my hbs

loveyn : uhm loveyn : you think i wanna be around bare niggas tn??

onyandrift : stop yappin and get dressed im omw

you roll your eyes at the text and sigh, checking the weather.

it wasn't gonna be too cold, so you settled for this and grabbed your phone charger and lip gloss.

onyankopon doesn't live far, so it doesn't surprise you when you hear his audi a6 make that annoying popping noise outside your house.

you groan in annoyance and grab a water bottle before stepping outside, immediately walking to the car.

"why the fuck you still got that shit bruh?" you complain, climbing into the front seat.

he had on his essentials hoodie and black sweatshorts, grey yeezy slides on and a velvet durag.

he shoots you a grin before he takes takes your things and puts it in the backseat like he always did.

during your senior year, he had you sit outside with him in the hot ass sun while he put something on his car to make it noisy as hell.

he did explain what it was, but it wasn't like you really cared so you ignored him.

you didn't expect him to still have it though.

"who all gon be up in there ony?" you ask once he makes it to the stop light.

onyankopon sits back in his seat and things, rubbing the stubble on his face in fake thought.

"don't know." he fakes, before driving off when the light turns green.

you groan in annoyance, fixing your hair and at least making sure you looked good.

-

when you make it, he grabs your things and tells you to head to the backyard where everyone else is.

you follow his instructions, grumbling about how he had better sprayed all the mosquitos.

everyone was back there like he said they were.

it was armin, jean, mikasa, onyan's girlfriend zara, and some guy you don't recall ever seeing.

"hey girl! come sit!" mikasa grins, swinging her legs off jean and patting the seat beside her.

it happened to be between her and the random guy.

he didn't pick his head up to greet you or even look at you, tapping away at his phone.

'rude ass' you thought to yourself, sitting next to mikasa with a bit of a stank face.

she follows your view, and sighs, leaning back. "don't mind him. he just don't wanna be outside." mikasa reassures.

you roll your eyes and fix yourself, saying hi to everyone else.

onyankopon joins you all in the back with all the spliffs he had rolled after hitting everyone up.

sooner or later, lost by frank ocean was playing lowly on the speaker and you were all on your third spliff.

"this would be so much better if we had drinks." mikasa complained, leaning back onto jean.

he ignores her, because everyone knows how nasty she gets when she's drunk and high.

"fuck that. some fucking food would be amazing." armin huffed out smoke, handing the spliff over to zara.

everyone groaned in agreement, and you were the only one to get up with a hum.

you don't miss the way a pair of eyes trace your body as you stretch and fix your pants.

"finna go find sum in the kitchen for us to eat." you grumble, venturing into the house.

you close the screen door behind you and look through his cabinets with a frown, fixing your hair out of your face.

the sliding door to the backyard slides open and closed, making you turn to the sound.

it was the silent guy, eren, you learned his name was.

and now you could see him in proper light.

he wore a grey hoodie and a pair of baggy sweats, long hair pulled into a up and down.

you had to admit that he was fine, his wife beater seeming tight around his chest.

and green eyes staring you the fuck down.

"can i help you?" you question rudely, turning back to the fruit snacks in the pantry.

"maybe you can." he responds, and you hear him approach you.

now you know your position could be taken as anything but innocent, bent over inside a pantry.

you stand up straight and face him, looking him up and down. you weren't know easy bitch, and you won't be treated as such.

"you can't handle me." you complain, pulling your phone out and grab the whole box of fruit snacks.

he takes the box from you and puts it on the counter, smirking just a little bit at you.

"you don't think so?" eren questions, tilting his head teasingly.

you scoff, jabbing your nail into his chest harshly until he backed up.

"trust me, baby. i know." you grab the fruit snacks up and join everyone else.

-

"nah don't run now. thought i couldn't handle you?" eren grinned down at you cockily.

you were bent over onyankopon's guest bed, back arched and face smushed into the sheets.

one thing is for certain, you shouldn't have picked up that fucking cup.

mikasa brought out the liquor and poured everyone a cup.

which led to everyone spending the night at ony's house and crashing in every room.

mikasa and jean took the game room in the basement, ony and zara obviously took his room, while armin crashed on the long L shaped couch with eren.

or well, he should've.

you couldn't stop teasing him in that stupid fucking graphic tee ony lent you for the night.

which led you here, under eren's strong hold and getting your pussy pounded something serious.

"ooouu why you fucking me like this?" you whine out a bit too loud, reaching back to press on his stomach.

but eren shut that down immediately, slapping your hand away and stuffing all eight inches in your gut.

"all fucking talk." eren grumbles to himself, angling his hips upwards and fucking you even harder.

at this angle, his fat tip was slamming right into your g-spot.

your jaw goes slack in a silent scream as you push your ass back onto him, holding onto the pillow.

eren grins over you, slapping the flesh connecting your waist to your thighs.

"good girl.. take this fucking dick." eren grunts out, obsessed with the way your ass ricocheted off his abs.

"wait wait wait! m'gonna make a mess!" you pleaded with him, grabbing his strong arms.

hearing that only made him speed up, staring directly at your pussy as it clenched around him.

you screamed into the pillow, squirting harshly onto the sheets beneath you.

eren pulls out to watch, catching his breath and clapping your ass cheeks together.

when you catch your breath, you turn your head to figure out why he was so quiet behind you.

he stared back at you, before chuckling lightly. "onyankopon is gonna fuck us up." he joked, flipping you onto your back.

you rolled your eyes and get comfortable, staring at him from behind your lashes.

"not us. you. i told you i'd make a mess." you shoot back, letting him lift your legs up.

"uh huh. sure." eren says, not even listening to you as he pushes right back inside of you.

in this position, he reaches deeper inside of you and it makes you whine again.

you can't even think of a remark to say back, because his pace picks up once more.

eren wraps his hand around your throat and leans in, spitting in your mouth.

you accept it gratefully, swallowing and pulling him down to kiss him.

eren groans into the kiss, rutting into harder and rubbing your clit in rough circles.

you moan out, arching your back and grabbing his hand.

"fuck.. gonna make me nut in this pussy." eren groans out, moving his hand off your throat and kissing just below your ear.

you squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasure, bucking your hips weakly into him.

what he says doesn't register in your brain, your head going foggy as all you could focus on was how good he was fucking you.

eren starts to mumble something you don't hear clearly, bucking into you wildly.

you cum around him again, locking your knees behind him and digging your nails into his back.

eren groans in your ear, hips stuttering as he shoots thick, hot ropes into your sensitive pussy.

you flinch and whine lightly at the feeling, playing with his hair.

the two of you lay in your combined juices, still coming down from your highs.

eventually, eren turns his head to face you and grins.

"i gotta buy you a plan b?" he questions, rubbing your thigh in slow circles to get your full attention.

you shake your head and close your eyes. "i'm on birth control." you inform, taking a look at your nails.

"you gotta pay for my lashes and nails tho. got me fucked up." you grumble, looking at your broken index nail and missing pinky.

eren laughs at that, pulling out and climbing off the bed to pull his boxers back on.

"can't handle you my ass. don't ever let me hear you say that shit again girl." eren teases, helping you off the bed.

loud knocks make the two of you freeze, grabbing the sheets to cover your still naked.

a loud voice rings out from behind, making you remember exactly where you two were.

"aye make sure yall niggas clean up and take that fucking sheet home! got me fucked up, fucking in my house like that!" onyankopon complains, before walking off.

eren looks back at you with a grin, before slapping the fat of your thigh playfully.

he's never letting you stay over again.

[truetogaia]

PLS PLS PLS make a short story about a sick fem reader who didn’t tell ghost they weren’t feeling well and then he goes to see them after deployment and notices their sick and gets all worried about them?!?!?!?!?!? Because it’s so hot when MEN TAKE CARE OF ME BRUH

"Pamper my princess" Ghost x fem!reader

genre ✩ fluff n some implied steam !

-

His hands are warm as they caress your head, gently stroking your hair as you chug the water he gave you to chase your coughing medicine with. All day he's been pestering you with soups and pills and medicines despite your constant fussing and reassurances that you're fine. You haven’t left his sight since he came home from a six day mission to find you almost knocked out and so sick. But you could complain less, having been wrapped up in his strong arms almost all evening in his attempts to keep you warm.

You’re cuddled up on the couch under several thick blankets, finally having moved from the bed which you have been bound to for the last four days without his help. Your hand trembles slightly when you put the glass of water on the little table in front of you, laying your heavy head back against Ghost's firm, sweater clad chest. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” His voice is laced with worry, thick eyebrows furrowing as he stops stroking your hair for a second. You look up at him, snuggling closer to hide the blush creeping up your face. Your voice is weak and raspy as you speak, vocal chords swollen and worn out from your sickness. 

“Didn’t w’nna worry you y’know? I know you’ve been strugglin’ with work ‘n all.. I didn’t w’nna put ‘ny extr-” Ghost placed his large palm over your mouth, frowning at your exhausted mumbling.

“Why would you think like that? You know I always have time for you. Fuck, you always have me so worried baby, why didn’t you call me? You could’ve- no, should've, called me. Texted me, even sent someone to tell me.” he rambles, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in closer to him, trying to heat you up.“You have a raging fever and a severe cough and you think it's a good idea to keep it from me? Stupid girl.” 

“Sorry ‘Mon..” One of his hands goes back to stroking your hair again as he places a kiss on your head. 

“It better not happen again, I can’t have you keeping such important things from me. I was away, thinking you were completely healthy and safe at home, but when I return I find my girl all pale and ill.” His tone is gentle and caring, though he shakes his head disapprovingly as you peek up at him with dazed and half-lidded eyes.

But his face suddenly heats up as your eyes meet his. He shifts in his seat, adjusting his position several times before carefully letting go of you and getting up, despite your whined protests.

“Sorry baby, I jus’.. I have t’ go t’ the bathroom, I gotta fix s’mthin’.. I'll be back in a moment..” He mumbles before walking away to your bedroom and closing the door. Your eyes follow him, puzzled as to why he went in there, because you don’t remember ever having a bathroom connected to your bedroom. 

note: eek im so nervous about this one, I haven't done requests in a looong time and i completely forgot how frightening it is. I hope you liked it, or at least didn't hate it!! x ♡

[pandorashearts]

wrote another note as civilly as i fucking could despite still being triggered, honestly. if this one doesn't result in us actually make up i fucking give up bruh i cant keep doing this w her

[alistair-blackwood]

labru headcanons.... i feel like kabru in post-canon would have a kind of reckoning with his unhealthy habits and lack of self-care, like kabru finally having the realization that he's been in fight-or-flight mode for p much his entire life until then, and he actually feels safe enough w laios to go to him and be like "i don't think. I know how to live like a normal person anymore lmao" (im a sucker for emotional vulnerability + hurt/comfort, in case you couldn't tell,)

Bruh. Bruh. Don't tell anyone this but ... I've been thinking of making my first longish fic with post-canon Kabru about exactly this 🤫

I picture Kabru running himself absolutely ragged organizing a large event for the castle (a gala, the queen of the elves coming to visit, etc etc). And he's legit having the time of his life! Getting to work with a bunch of interesting people, solving problems, working behind the scenes to pull off this huge, important event. He's too excited to sleep the night before, it's the middle of the day and he's making sure the vendors are all set and realizing he forgot all about lunch, but he's already on his way to check on the entertainment ... I imagine him like a kid let loose in a theme park and it's the end of the day and he doesn't even realize how exhausted he is until his body physically cannot keep up anymore and collapses. And then ... BAM! Senshi self-care wisdom talk attack!!

Kabru learning how to stop and sit down and breathe again ... Kabru learning that his body deserves care and attention too, not for other people's sake but for his own ... [lies down on the floor for a while]