#mail master

[starsreality]

Me after realising the LOASS is just how disciplined your mind is. “Respond to the 3D, not react”, basically if doubts creep in don’t focus on it, respond by affirming or imagining your desire to be true.

[stimmingandstruggling]

augh i love blade as a disabled character. i love that he canonically experiences phantom pain and has lost a lot of fine motor control in his hands. i love that he struggles stabilizing his emotions. i love that his memory is shaky and unreliable. i love that he’s generally unexpressive. i love that he needs kafka as a support and caretaker. i love that he has triggers. i love blade being canonically disabled

[yellowtrinity]

Ooh, if you still want requests, would you do Anise + Ion? (Platonic or not.)

ough... 🥺

[zimt-deathnote]

i imagine mello headbangin' and dancing to heavy metal, annoying tf out of matt who is trying to game/work (or do whatever matt thing he does) and matts just like 'bro stfu.' it could even work opposite ways like instead its matt dancing 😭 idk one of my silly lil headcannons.. btw js wanted to say ur art is so cute!!

Oh yeah, definitely! :'D But I think it's much more common for Matt to annoy Mello. With stuff like

And he learned it the hard way to use headphones.

[leafatlaw]

your tags ohh my godddddd. evbo ascended before he ever even ran for the first time. an entire caste of people forced to their feet and barely able to even shamble them every day to get their meager scraps. evbo lived like that for 5 years. maybe as he gets his iron boots, somewhere else another player spawns for the first time and falls down to the pro level. the first thing they do as a true member of parkour society? is sprint. evbo’s stomach pangs.

HOLY SHIT ANON you absolutely get it.

I don’t know how I forgot to mention it, but oh my god the hunger, the constant hunger that accompanies being a parkour noob. And because it is all they’ve ever known they think it’s normal. And wow like even in the videos Evbos delight at the cooked beef is heartbreaking. Especially because there is so much of it that they are just withholding from the other noobs. And and, did you know the first shot in the entire movie is Evbo looking at a furnace ? Why would they even have those in their house, just to mock them ??

But yeah, I think about how the raw food is ever just enough to get them to the next day. And to try and conserve that little hunger you have to do nothing, just wait in your house- for the next day. And in doing so the parkour noobs can’t even practice parkour without risking starving from it. The system is so stacked against them and they don’t even know it.

[orelicia]

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[lexithwrites]

can we have a little insight into your jartylus idea??

okay okay so,,,barty and james used to be on the same ice hockey team since childhood right but barty's dad moved him so he's on a different team and they always had a rivalry but it got serious in hockey, and barty teases him a lot and james is just kinda used to it but then they meet regulus through sirius who joins james's team and they're both IN LOVE, like this guy is gorgeous and he's funny and mysterious and just cool and james is his usual charming, confident self but then barty has a bike and he's taller and he's covered in tattoos and just,,,they start competing for regulus' affection and they get into fights during hockey matches over it until regulus is like 'you're dumb i want you both but you have to sort your shit out between you first' and then barty starts teasing james a lil differently,,,because sometimes james looks at him in the changing room and maybe james goes red whenever barty teases him and does barty grin when james shoves him against walls or punches him? maybe? and regulus orchestrates the whole thing because he saw their sexual tension a mile away and wanted them to realise it before getting involved

[iloveacronix]

HAPPY 13 YEARS OF NINJAGO!!!

When you don't know what to make for Ninjago's 13 Anniversary so you draw the most underrated BUT most powerful character since season 1...

The MAILMAN!!!

And this. Happy Ninjago Day!!!

[bwabbitv3s]

Good Godfather Vlad AU

~I picture this as the timeline where Vlad goes to therapy after the disaster of the reunion where he sees his friends for the first time in ten years. He thinks it is going to be nothing but anger and hate towards Jack over how he ruined his life. Only for his friends he has not seen collage to ask him about why he never answered their letters they send him over the years.~

"What letters?" Vlad asks. His composure slipped a little at the unexpected revelation.

"Why all the ones we sent you while you were in the hospital. We were not allowed to visit as you were in intensive care which only allows family." Maddie tells Vlad.

"Yeah tried to get them to bend the rule but they would not budge. We attempted to break in three times that first week to visit you once you were stable." Jack says.

"The hospital banned us after that. Not the best decision we could have made but we just got stonewalled at every turn trying to find out how you were." Maddie says sadly.

"We sent you one everyday. You were in intensive care since we could not be there with you. Had to break into the dean's office to get your legal address so the redirection to the hospital would go through." Jack chatters away gesturing wildly. The punch nearly sloshed over in his cheap plastic cup.

Vlad feels like his stomach drops and the room is spinning. He remembers very little of the first week in the hospital. The crushing loneliness and pain as he came in and out the only clear memories. Never once does he remember any letters.

"I never received any letters." Vlad says softly.

"That can't be. We made sure to get them posted directly from the post office to ensure the address and postage was correct." Maddie answers then looks at Jack.

"Yeah we were worried that getting them sent to you in the hospital would be an issue and had the postal worker walk us through how to do it right." Jack says in a gentle voice.

How can it be that he never got any letters? Vlad would remember if he got one sign of his friends not abandoning him back then. He would never have refused to receive mail. Then like a slow motion train wreck he remembers an issue with the college.

"You got my address from the dean's office?" Vlad asks carefully. He hopes dearly that he had heard it wrong the first time.

"Picked the lock at midnight five days after you were hospitalized and broke into his records." Jack answers.

"Took a while to find your file as the filing cabinet was not alphabetized. Very unprofessional of him." Maddie says

"The Dean had my address wrong that year, seven was transcribed as one. It took weeks with the postal department's help to track down anything that was meant to be sent to me. The Undeliverable Mail Depot even had trouble finding anything that was meant to be sent to me." Vlad says in mounting dread. 

"You never got any of our letters?" Jack asks.

"We had been sending letters to a non existing address the entire time." Maddie gasps. She starts to step forwards as if to hug him.

"I think I need to leave." Vlad stutters out. He hastily shoves a business card into Maddie's reaching hands. All he can focus on is the high pitch ringing in his ears as something inside him feels like it breaks. 

"I need some time. You can use that to reach me later. I just can't right now." Vlad hastily says before Jack can stop him. 

Vlad holes up in his hotel room the rest of the night on the phone with the hospital he had stayed at after the accident. It takes little time for him to get the right person and just a tiny bribe to get them to check the mail room for any lost letters without having to be there in person. He waits on hold for an hour before the answer comes through. An entire bankers box full of letters was tucked away in the back with an incorrect mailing address and smudged name. He pays an exuberant amount to get it priority shipped to him. 

The next day he avoids everyone from the reunion. Using his powers to hide from the event planners and other graduates. His plans for revenge are dropped as a heavy package arrives at noon that day. With shaking hands he opens it and finds a years worth of faded letters sent to him after the accident. 

Tears smudge the one written the day his friends got banned from the hospital. A blurry photo of Jack being escorted off the grounds by security officers is tucked into that letter. A giant teddy bear in neon blue in his hands.

Vlad cancels the next weeks meetings with his company and gets the board to deal with things for a bit. He calls up the ghosts he had hired and tells them the job is off and gives them payment in recompensation for it. Lastly he books a meeting with a therapist.

Now with a Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

[juststoriesintheend]

how does the idea of mafia sol sound?? like vincenzo and other mafia aesthetics

i need to stress that the sound that came out of me upon reading this was viscerally horny and disgusting. i'm sorry (i'm not) but, that is so fucking hot

although i haven't seen it yet, i've been told deliver us from evil is like a totally sith sol, so maybe that can help us out here. tatted up, drinking, smoking, violent?? sign me UP, i need him immediately

so are you think more of this kind of vibe? more refined, elegant??

or are we wanting nasty, dirty, and gory

or both. bc both is good.

[starsreality]

LAWLL IM GONNA BE SUCH A SL*T IN MY DR, I LITERALLY CREATED A CARD IMA BE HANDING TO PPL I WANNA H**K UP W AT THE CLUB

I’m be like “I only do the shabang once and move on to the next, I don’t settle. Sorry ur in love w me but I’m too hot for u anyway🙄”

[upontherisers]

AAAAND ❛ you’re such a tease. ❜ for dealer’s choice! 😋

a/n: how does post war hazel and jack foreplay sound for everyone? some post war hazel and jack foreplay for the table? content warning for choking. (nsfw under the cut.)

“You’re such a tease,” Jack says, leaning on the doorframe behind Hazel as he does up the cuffs of his shirt. He hasn’t buttoned it yet — thank God — so she can glimpse the flat, lithe plane of his torso under the crisp white cotton. Chicago has put color on him, turning his freckles the same brown eggshell as the tilled fields outside of Akron, and it’ll be a shame to cover up all that good warm skin with three layers that’ll have to come on and off again according to the manners of the evening. Might as well not let him get too dressed up.

Hazel doesn’t respond, only looks at him through the bathroom mirror and leans into her reflection to carefully apply her lipstick. Raven Red is his favorite shade on her — perhaps because it’s all she could find after the first time he’d asked her to dinner in East Anglia and she had to run into town to borrow a smear from a fresh-faced girl of seventeen, who watched, bewildered, as an WAC lieutenant commandeered her lipstick. She can’t put on too much because she intends to eat if he really makes them go to this thing. He could grant her that after he’s run her across the city and back three times now, not to mention the meetings and the lunches and making polite conversation with his secretary because he’s been held up on so-and-so call.

This is about calling his bluff; neither of them want to spend an evening politely clapping at trite speeches celebrating his father’s third promotion in as many years while the newest wife sits on his left and his two children sit in the back because they wouldn’t pay him for the good seats. It’s a matter of which one of them will break first.

Her money’s on Jack.

“Where’d you get those?” he asks.

She turns over her left shoulder so that he gets her good side and the beauty mark on her cheekbone. Her smile is soft, unassuming as she runs a hand over the lustrous black silk at her hip. “Oh, these old things? Found ‘em in my mama's attic. Forgot I even had ‘em.”

Sliding a hand into his pocket, he rests his head on the door frame and gives her a long, hungry look that burns up her ankles, the backs of her thighs, her spine, and across her bare shoulders, heating her skin to a low simmer and kicking up her heart rate. His mouth gives him away with the faintest of half-smiles, that look of amazement he gets right before he finds it in him to be ten minutes late instead of fifteen minutes early.

But she’s not aiming for late, she’s aiming for absent. Now, if she could only get her mascara on and bat her lashes and tell him that her feet hurt oh so terribly from all this walking and Franny probably won’t show either and we still have some cake in the refrigerator.

The custom lingerie is a bit heavy handed, she knows that, but she’s missed him so much and she’s been in town four days already with frighteningly few hickies to show for it. A night in won’t kill him and won’t kill her, more importantly; he’s been showing her around Chicago like he’s about to start selling her real estate, but what she wants more than a home is him and if she has to doll up to remind him that there’s a half-dressed woman in his apartment who’s been aching something awful since they last spent a week together, then so be it. The food is always overcooked and under seasoned at these things anyway, and they’ve got red beans and rice next to the cake.

As she reaches for her mascara, Jack pushes off the door and takes his sweet time getting to her. Arms around her waist first — fingers first actually, eager and strong, then his long palms — followed by his chest against her back, and his skin sears on hers, and finally his chin against her ear and a shiver she can’t hold back as his lips ghost past her earlobe. His cologne, bright and sharp, washes over her and fires her nerves in excitement as her whole being responds to having him so close. It would be so easy to give in now and let him set her on fire until he checks the time and dashes out to get his tie from the bedroom, but she’s keeping her eyes on the prize.

Pushing onto the tips of her toes, she leans forward and brushes her hips into his. He makes a sound between a gasp and a groan, but she presses on and meticulously wands her lashes without regard for the fingers coming to dig into her sides. She’s soft there, with a year of stateside eating in her; let him grab.

He’s hard already — silk lets her feel everything — but that’s no guarantee they’re staying in. She wants it in writing.

One wiggle of her hips, then another, and she’s simply just going about her business getting ready for an event that he insisted on attending when a hand pulls her hips flush to his and runs up over her navel, between her breasts, pans over her sternum before settling under her chin and holding her throat. 

Her eyes flutter shut and it’s hard to think with her pulse thrumming under the heel of his hand. She needs to… she needs… All she knows is the wiry muscle of his forearm holding her to her and the growing need at her core, but it’s no use rubbing her thighs together as her stockings are starting to itch with sweat. The only reason she hasn’t taken them off is because he likes to, undoing her garter clasps with his slow, unique brand of patience that leaves her pawing at him fruitlessly.

He presses a firm kiss to her temple and she lets her head fall back on his shoulder with a sigh. Now was this so hard?

“Haze.”

“Hm?” His fingers are so long that his thumb can rub over the underside of her jaw. She wants it in her mouth.

“Hazel.” He squeezes for a moment and her eyes roll in their sockets. “Look at me, Haze.”

Her lashes are wet already as they part and his green-blue eyes meet hers with concern and authority. “My sister really wanted to see you.”

“I’ll ring her first thing in the morning.” She’ll say anything, anything to get him to sweep her into the bedroom and lay his love down by moonlight as the city races by outside.

“Promise?”

She’s distracted by the thought of him covered in her lipstick, Satsuma plum purple smeared across the freckles of his neck and chest. “Uh-huh.”

He squeezes again and she whines, arching her back and feeling the throbbing length of him pushing against her ass. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she says, “I will, I will.”

He presses another kiss to her temple — her sign that he’s calling the shots now — and she slumps into him as his free hand wanders under the waistband of her panties.

[bluegekk0]

Collecting CDs is great until you're faced with buying an album that has five hundred thousand different versions, and you're trying to find which one has the bonus songs you like without spending a million dollars on it because oh no there's a good chance they're on a super-turbo-limited edition that was printed 3 times total exclusively in a country you haven't even heard of before

[shield-and-saber]

Do you think the Oshamir stans will grant the grace to Sol they’ve granted to Qimir when he slaughtered our blorbos Jecki and Yord

eh?? some will and some won't

(i'm borrowing some beautiful introspection from my bestie who no longer lives here on tumblr, but) qimir has seduced the audience as much as he's started to seduce osha. he's telling osha as much as he's telling us that "the jedi can only go so far", that they can't love like she can. he lures us in with his good looks and charming personality, and between all the longing looks and gentle touches we forget that a child lies dead on khofar because of him

i also think that a lot of people are bringing their own lived experiences and trauma to osha, mae, sol, & even qimir as they watch. i know i did. sol (@ the start) was a very healing character for me, but to others he's a reminder or a trigger for their own trauma. everyone's gonna react to him a little differently. however, i also think some of the people wearing their oshamir glasses are confusing chemistry & lust for qimir being Good To (or for) Her™️

just my 2 cents. i don't want to generalize and assume, but i think in general a lot of ppl are being extraordinarily harsh on sol while being incredibly lax on qimir for arguably similar crimes

[souenkun]

I forgot that I haven't shared this before here: some of my pokemon fanmerch orders had arrived earlier this month, and I've been having the time of my life bringing them everywhere with me 🥺

🌸 Pokespe gold and silver + hgss lance keychains by @justtrashperson

🌸 Johto quartet + ingo photocards by @42Yojin on Twitter (from the 야생배 ��판)

[lixenn]

I JUST GOT AN APPOINTMENT FOR A JOB INTERVIEW LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!