#literally chuckling and thinking

[constantmourning]

The overwhelming feeling of sharing sneak peeks of my writing with y'all is strong but anxiety is so much stronger.... I wanna share but sometimes... I'm embarrassed 😳

[planefood]

if anyone has seen that robofucker chaser post i've been cackling at this interaction.

drops an absolutely insane theory, presents it as fact with no evidence

"what the hell makes you think that" "I have a degree" explains nothing and leaves

[jula483]

for the rhink shippers

[stuckinapril]

Cianna, is it so bad that I love Taylor's music? Can we stop hating people for what they love, what (for some people atleast) literally gives them the strength to live? Yes she has been celebrated way too much, but don't you think there's a reason behind it?

Have you heard of something called a personal opinion. Why do you need some random girl’s validation on Tumblr. Why not just enjoy her music despite opposing takes

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Priest getou and nun reader or villager reader....(anything other than the word both isnt acceptable...😡😡😡 /j) -🪄

🪄 ANON I SEE YOU AND YOU RAISE A VALID POINT but please consider…… priest!geto and non-believer!reader.

like… imagine. you just happen to waltz into a church one day. you don’t believe in god, you aren’t interested in praying, but you’re exploring a new town and the church is pretty and you figure it could be a nice way to burn time.

you enter the building to find that a sermon is taking place. a priest is speaking to the few rows of people listening; it’s a fairly small church, but paintings and sculptures and beautiful cathedral glass give it a sense of mystique that you’re drawn to. so you take a seat and halfheartedly listen, not praying like the rest, not singing along to the hymns… you stick out like a sore thumb, but hey, it’s not as if anyone is paying attention.

except someone is, and it happens to be the priest that was holding the sermon just a second ago. the same one you spent most of your time oogling once the paintings started to bore you, because he’s so pretty for a priest. beautiful long black hair, amber eyes, sharp facial features, pretty hands — and the smoothest, silkiest voice you’ve heard in your life. like a sun-soaked bundle of lillies.

… also, his cassock is just a little too tight of a fit to tear your eyes away from.

you stick around a little longer once most people have left, just scrolling on your phone and basking in the quiet, and that’s when he approaches you. he jokingly tells you that it’s always obvious when a non-believer enters a place of worship, but he’s not mad; only amused. you end up chatting a bit about your beliefs, he’s a lot more chill than you expected, and…. well. he’s just really, really charming.

so maybe you end up coming back the week after. maybe his smile is a bit like a spider’s web. maybe it becomes a kind of routine to speak to him after his sermons; you still don’t sing along to the hymns or spend any time on prayers, and he still finds it funny. maybe once in a while you end up liking a paragraph from the scripture he’s reciting, and he’s always more than happy to discuss it with you. but mostly you’re there for him. for your chats, for standing outside and badgering him about how contradictory the old testament is while he smokes and listens with an amused grin.

rain hits the ground with a steady rhythm, earthy tobacco floods your veins, spiders by the ceiling weave a web of dew, and his presence is a little more intoxicating than you think is appropriate.

suguru just… isn’t a very orthodox priest. he only believes about a tenth of what the bible says, he has his own view of god, his own thoughts on worship. he smokes. he may or may not occasionally manipulate church-goers into donating money so he can invest in another overpriced painting. you once ask him if there are any bodies in the basement you should know about, and he answers that any self-respecting priest wouldn’t conduct their blood rituals in the basement of their own church. he knows how to pick locks. he tells you once, very quietly, that he doesn’t believe man was created in god’s image. there’s a look in his eyes that you don’t comment on.

he’s funny. charming. pleasantly suspicious. your conversations are enjoyable for the both of you, and eventually the edges of his cedar eyes begin to crinkle the slightest bit whenever you walk into his field of vision. sometimes he eyes your lips for a little too long, and a honeyed irony seeps into his grin when you call him out on it. he asks you if you’re tempting him on purpose, and you shrug. whatever exists between you remains unspoken.

one day, he tells you that he believes it was god who sent you to him. you furrow your brows and protest with a mutter reminding him of your beliefs, how you believe in free will, how you waltzed into his church out of your own volition. no one else’s.

he only smiles, and flicks the butt of his cigarette. you think he remains unconvinced.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

here's some tidbits from the Laughingstock Misunderstanding fic outline, just 'cause i got mild amusement outta them and thought y'all might too <3

[sirhinkjinks]

oh yeah this is gonna go FANTASTICCCCC what could possibly go wrong *penguin honking noises*

extra bullshit:

[mudskip-muses]

i hate you all i want to do is look up mudskips like the fish and all that comes up is your gay ass anime i hope your cat pukes on the carpet when you least expect it

hey buddy i got news for ya: i dont have any carpets <3

[starflungwaddledee]

Would your Morpho Knight enjoy mud?

can't spell murder without murd!

[theyellowhue]

Team awkwardly letting out a chuckle while View questions his presence in his brother's bed was EVERYTHING

all while Win continues to lay down with his arm behind his head and smirking. The little menace was well aware of the misunderstanding he was willing to run wild.

[skinnypaleangryperson]

What's been making me chuckle lately is watching the few TV show creators that I've followed over the past couple of years literally scrawling and sobbing metaphorically and literally and being sentimental and sniveling and begging for their TV shows to be renewed, and talking about the very few meager years that their TV shows were on air like it's the "good old college days of their prime" (a literal quote in an article that I read tonight), and even when it was on the air were very delicately and carefully crafting every little last minute finite detail of every single season and making sure that it was perfectly culturally relevant and would be received well by its consumers like it was a literal scientific formula, and sweating over every last possible critique or rant that could come out with literally every single line or episode essentially.

..meanwhile, the creators of South Park have dropped and even outright said that they want it to get canceled, wouldn't care if it did get canceled, and dedicated an entire season begging for it to be canceled, and it's still not canceled because some people are truly too talented for their own good.

[greenelight]

hey do you wanna ship the greatest ship to ever ship in the history of ships

ma'am , this is a wendy's.

[worstloki]

it's actually canon that thor will say 'i love you too' to mjolnir for listening to his rambling but not to loki who has just said he will always love him

[whiskeyswifty]

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[thinkingnot]

beans

they sure are good *eats a raw bean and writhe on the ground like a fish out of water* <- (btw lost a tooth)

[lgbtiwtv]

the one like is from claudia