#lunch talks

[stardust948]

Coworker: *Talks about riding the train*

Other coworker: You can ride the train for free if you know how.

Me: You can ride anything for free if you know how.

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[slfcare]

the most difficult thing about growing as a person socially, as in getting out of your shell and noticing that you are, is that there will still be times when it doesn’t feel like you’ve grown at all! times when you can’t really connect with anyone around you, times when you fail to enter into an existing conversation, times when you say the wrong thing (or nothing at all when in hindsight you probably should’ve). but that’s also kind of the best thing, because that’s the thing that helps you realize that sometimes, it’s not you or your lack of skills or any shortcoming. sometimes certain environments just aren’t for you and certain people aren’t your people, and that’s okay. that’s human. it’s okay to not feel the progress you have made all the time.

[liquidstar]

when finn and jake establish that they get their meat from meat man its logical to assume hes some sort of fantasy butcher until finn asks "do you think it hurts him when we take his meat?" revealing hes MADE of meat and they eat him. and it only gets WORSE when jake replies "i dont know i cant read his mind" implying he cant even voice whether or not hes in pain. but they still eat him.

[breadandblankets]

gotham city social media aus are so fun like imagine for me if u will:

"who need the sun when u have ✨Him✨" [fancam of The Signal Akira sliding on his bike, cut with him speaking quietly with a kid, cut with him helmet cracked, paying for a bus fare]

tweet with a picture of the batmobile blocking a car into a parking space, the comment is just ":/ this will be fun to explain to my boss"

[knifearo]

like it's honestly kind of ridiculous at this point

[hungriestheidi]

i have a comment re: marta garcia moving away from single seaters.

I have seen some men online point out that it clearly shows F1 academy failed and will continue to fail because its first champion could not get to f1 and i wonder does every man that win an f4 level championship make it to f1? no, so why is marta the one singled out here?

besides, marta has been racing in single seaters for a while now, at least 6-7 years, so it's not like she stepped up from karting, won f1a and then flopped in freca. she's had a career and it may not have led to where she wanted but i guarantee not every man in endurance wanted to be an endurance driver at first and then discovered the passion for it when they were looking for other options to keep driving. because at the end of the day, most drivers want to drive in f1 but most drivers do not make it to the top or manage to have long lasting careers there. it's the principle of the thing.

and while i have some criticism to serve in the lap of f1 academy, i do think it may achieve one very important thing: put more girls on different categories. if marta garcia goes on to drive in idk, the european le mans series or abbi pulling ends up in rallycross in five years, chloe chambers does more hill climbing and doriane pin wins the 24hs of lemans, if we have more than two girls in any given f4 level championship, it would already do more than any other series has done for girls.

it has grassroots level of support with discover your drive and the girls in the cotfa championship, it aims to provide a seat in other series for the champion, it helps with getting sponsorships since they become more marketable the more they are seen, it gives superlicense points.

i think f1 academy is a good, albeit (very in some aspects) flawed series and we won't see the results of its work for a while. but i rather have f1 academy than nothing at all.

[beau-rebloga-coisas]

The thing about being fat is that you could be climbing a mountain everyday but if you're still fat people will be like "hmmm have you tried starving yourself?"

[rottiens]

i just love how stepbro sukuna abuses the word 'sister / sis' with you for the sole purpose of making you feel more uncomfortable and guilty when you allow him to get too close to you. too friendly touches for a pair of siblings.

[shakingparadigm]

they are sooooo cute

[whaliiwatching]

they’re wendy coping with the world rn

[teaboot]

the little lord is home

[rheya28]

"Hello's"

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[suntails]

do you deserve to be loved?

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

[theloveinc]

jo togame x reader - on possessiveness

(warning: she/her reader, pet names, alcohol, etc.)

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Jo Togame has quite an odd way of showing possession over you.

He is, of course, always happy to fight with his fists when need be, but unlike some of his… friends, he doesn’t usually feel the need to use violence to show others that you belong to him.

In fact, if anyone asked you about it, you’d probably answer that you’d never even seen your boyfriend jealous—that even when you’re shaking your butt when you’re out with him in a skimpy little number, he’s cool as a cucumber, just like normal.

But that’s not entirely true, as there is a little something he pulls when he notices others paying attention to you the way only he ever should—

“Baby?”

Togame presses his hand against the warmth of your lower back, slow to let it creep down to the curve between your hip and ass as he approaches from behind. You’re leaning against the bar of the busy club, smiling sweetly at the bartender who’s currently adding extra cherries to only one of the two drinks you’ve ordered, now starting to sweat on the lacquered wood where they wait to be handed off.

You are a sight for sore eyes. In Togame’s mind, you always are, but there’s something about tonight especially that has you glowing and has seemingly everyone noticing. If he were anyone aside from your boyfriend, or he was two inches deeper in a nicer mood, it’s possible he wouldn’t be so … irked by the attention you’re receiving… but something about the way this stranger appears to be gunning for more than just a tip doesn’t sit right in his stomach.

“Jo!” you turn away from the show easily, smile going from cheeky to something soft when your eyes lock with his. You’re quick to abandon your previous conversation, full of what Togame observed were comments made for batting beautiful eyelashes and forcing giggles, and lean into him, standing on your tippies to press a kiss to the side of his mouth as a version of hello. “What are you doing? I was just about to find you.”

You’re not just a pretty thing, you’re a sweet thing too, and it’s clear you had no intention of finding yourself swept up into a conversation with the man mixing your drink, but nonetheless, anyone who runs tabs at a bar should be able to recognize when the only reason someone keeps responding to their frivolous comments is because they’re too polite to cut short a conversation.

“Is everything okay, my love?” you ask, as though it’s clear something is on Togame’s mind, and you thread your fingers through the soft hair at the back of his scalp to draw his attention back to you.

He has to suppress a grin thinking about the little show he’s giving your new friend.

“I’m not sure,” he responds, letting the words settle one by one, watching as worry starts to weigh down your brow. Though he’s more intent on keeping your focus away from anyone other from him, the bartender’s annoyed expression does not go unnoticed out of the corner of his eye. “The music’s making my head hurt, thinkin’ I might head out soon?”

“Oh no!” you suck in a sharp breath, your lips tightening in a concerned frown as you move to press the back of your hand to his forehead, “want me to come with?”

“It’s okay, baby. Stay. Enjoy yourself, alright?” he presses a kiss to your pout, maneuvering your hand from his face to hold to his chest. He milks the moment, pulls away from the lights, the noise, and the people to drink you in, and remind any animals who think they have a chance at something more than just your courtesy that they don’t, and never, ever will.

“No, no,” you break the silence, dropping your hands from him only to make sure your tiny purse is still attached to the chain hanging from your shoulder before linking his arm with yours, “I’m going. No reason to stay, anyway. Wanna make sure you’re okay.”

(Togame can imagine what will happen when you're home: you'll run him a hot and herbal bath, he'll coax you into the water with him, and the steam will get you both get light headed enough for the medicinal to turn into something more erotic—and by the time the both of you wake up tomorrow, naked, limbs sticky and tangled, he'll be perfectly refreshed.)

“Miss, your drinks?”

You’re half away step away when the bartender calls, but without letting go, you throw a couple hundred yen behind you without even a cold look back.

"You can dump them, sorry.”

And while you take the lead to the road, Togame looks over his shoulder and grins.

She picked me.