#my brain cant form a coherent thought

[goldenfoxthe1st]

idk how to put this thought into words but. im thinking about how dazai said chuuya makes him feel alive and chuuya thought he wasnt human (maybe still thinks to this day) and how in THAT scene chuuya "killed" dazai while pretending to be a vampire (not a human). and then bam turns out dazai is alive and chuuya was a human all along. idk i feel like theres some symbolism in this but i cant put it into words

[ihopeucomehomesoon]

"i dont think i can stand to be where you don't see me" is one of the craziest and realest mitski lines to me and i relate to it in this particular moment in my life bc in this current state of drifting i find it hard to feel like i exist as a person in this world and it's mostly bc i'm holed up in my room all day and night long

[aria0fgold]

I slept at 4am, woke up at 8am, I am sleepy, running on 4 hours of sleep but my brain is too active to actually fall asleep. I want to nap.

[heizouz]

begging for sub lyney + praise kink i'd do Anything

nsfw sub!lyney + gn!reader, praise, lots of praise, dumb lyney

this isn't my favourite piece but lyney is all i can think about recently so i just had to get this out as fast as possible. thank u SM for this req bc it's just made me think abt how much of a praise kink he'd have lorddd... n e way i hope this is okay!!.. <33

"you did so good today."

lyney thinks he will burst if one more compliment falls from your lips. you're close—too close. your hands are all over him, teasing the buttons of his shirt, tugging at his belt loops, tracing along the lines of his jaw. he's so flustered, worked up, adrenaline still flooding through his body from his previous performance.

his hat and shoulder cape have been discarded on the makeup desk behind him, your eagerness not giving him any time to take a breath as you'd hurried him into his dressing room and painted his face with needy kisses. lyney had laughed, pushing you away to cheekily ask if you'd enjoyed the performance that much; his cockiness soon fading once the praises started tumbling out between desperate kisses against his skin.

your thigh is between lyney's parted legs, his back against the makeup desk; hands fisting the material of your shirt at your shoulders as he grinds against your thigh. he's whimpering, soft and embarrassed—a complete switch to his usual confident on stage persona and you can't help but feel the wave of pride at the way lyney can't seem to look up, fixated on the way he moves so obediently for you.

"look at you." you sigh, head tilting as you watch him fall apart against your leg. your eyes are soft but dark, taking in the desperate cant of his hips and pretty gasps with every movement.

you're not even doing anything. lyney does all the work—working himself along your thigh, fingers curling into your shirt, eyebrows furrowed with concentration to make himself finish.

he'd been so stressed for his performance, so it'd been your plan all along to let it be known how well he did. the relief of finally getting his act done was clear as lyney was so accepting to relieve himself, to let you reward him for such a good show.

"just like that," you whisper. your hand tilts his head to finally look up at you, his eyes glassy and needy, "my pretty lyney."

lyney flushes at the praise, breath hitching, "st-stop, please." though his thrusts never seem to slow, hips only stuttering a little.

you take note of that, eyebrows raising when you flicker your gaze to his desperate grinding, "you want to stop?" you press your thigh harder against him, leaning impossibly closer across body, "but you're doing such a good job for me, darling."

"mh-hah-" lyney whines, loud, at the feeling of your thigh pressing hard against his cock straining against his shorts. he doesn't seem to realise how pitchy he's getting, brain fuzzy and too focused on you and your close body and the praises and his need to show you how even better he can be.

lyney can't think when you press your hand over his mouth to stifle his increasing moans. your chest presses against his and although he never seizes to slow the movement of his hips, your close proximity and the weight of your body pressing him hard against the makeup desk forces his eyes to roll back at the friction of your thigh against his cock. he can feel himself dripping against the material of his shorts, so incredibly close to breaking from just the press of your thigh alone. the thought would've flooded him with embarrassment if he could think properly.

you force him to keep eye contact, his eyes lidded and glossed over, the only thing separating you being your hand covering his mouth. your eyebrows furrow a little at the halt of his hips, "hm? don't stop, dove. you're being so perfect for me."

he feels so hot, his throat is closed up, unable to form a coherent word except the muffled whimpers and whines. his brain is muddled, the previous anxiety of a bad performance completely erased because now he's being good for you, he's so perfect, he's doing such a good job.

and to top it off, you lean in close when he starts to rock his hips at your command, whispering the words, "good boy." and lyney could cry.

lyney's eyes threaten to close, eyebrows scrunched and pretty breathy whimpers bleed past your hand over his mouth at the words, hips stuttering against your leg. purple irises gloss over with tears of pleasure, everything all too much and all you can do is smirk a little at how fucked out the usual suave and charming magician is.

"'m gonna-" lyney mumbles behind your hand, breath quickening and he pleads with his eyes, words stopping halfway to moan noisily.

"ah-ah!" you rip away his chance suddenly, hand dropping from his mouth and you back up slightly so you're no longer situated between his legs. lyney whines, bucking into the air at the loss of friction, eyes pooling with tears.

"n-no, please, please." lyney's desperate, voice broken and whiny.

"not yet, dove. 'need to get these off." you play with the belt loops of his shorts, tugging him a little closer. you smile wolfishly, going to pull the material down, "i need to reward you properly."

[onedreamonelife]

blowing up kurts world..(litterally)🌎

this is a kurt kunkle x reader smut collab with my twt oomf 🪡 mdni, enjoy!!

fem!reader sub!kurt

Kurt was your clingy spree diver that always texted you about the most random things. showing you his computer setup, his Pokémon cards ,and the action figures that are hung up in his closet. He was always offering you rides, and inviting you over and since this time you were bored and wanted to get high , and he promised he’d let you hit all his vapes, you finally caved. Kurt was going on and on rambling about Bobby and how he gets no views on his streams. you suddenly interrupted-

“yknow, kurt…I know something that will get you some views…lots of em.”

Kurt’s eyes light up. “you do? I mean you’re a hot girl, guys like hot girls I mean maybe we can play a game together- maybe we can try out my new kiwi vape, it’s like super refreshing-“ you cut him off again, god this man never stops talking.

“no, Kurt.” you hold up a hand, shutting him up mid-babble. “not that.” you lean in a little, dropping your voice. “I’m talking viral. like… front page of reddit. trending on twitter. shit people remember.”

he swallows hard. you can tell he’s trying to stay chill, but his knee’s bouncing and his fingers are twitching near his phone like he’s already imagining the comments. “yo, this guy’s a legend.” “finally, real content.”

“wha- what do I need to do?”

without a beat, you ask sweetly, “have you ever had your dick sucked, Kurt?”

you see the way his breath hitches, eyes darting up to meet yours with that dumb hopeful gleam. he doesn’t answer right away. probably can’t form words. you can practically hear his brain short circuiting.

you’re perched on the edge of his cluttered desk, the soft whirr of his PC fans hums behind you, screen still open to his latest livestream with maybe, what? six viewers tops. his chat’s dead. like always.

you lean forward just slightly, tilting your head. “I said,” you repeat, slower this time, letting your finger glide down the center of his chin, “have you ever had your dick sucked before, Kurt?”

Kurt looks like you just slapped him in the face with a fish. This is the only time you’ve ever seen him silent, and you could get used to it!

“uhh, that’s uh- not really any of your business,” he dryly tries to joke, his cheeks flushing red. he shifts awkwardly in his chair, and you bite back a smile. this is just too easy.

"oh come on now," you coo in a voice like honey. "i thought we were friends, kurt. friends help eachother out.”

he finally manages to stammer out something coherent. "we-we are. friends. of course we are. I give you rides like..everywhere, and you’re always on my streams and stuff.”

Then…let me suck your dick. I bet you’d get like..5 thousand clicks with me on the thumbnail just..suckin your cock, lookin all pretty.”

he runs a trembling hand through his messy hair. "is this like a prank or something? bobby I swear if you put her up to this-“

you sigh, exasperated, and push off the desk. in an instant, you’re standing behind his chair, running your hands up and down his arms, looking at his computer screen.

The current live stream has already hit 50 viewers and comments are slowly flowing in;

“she’s smokin hot”

“ bro just let her suck your cock”

“cant wait to jack off to this shit”

“youre so fuckin lame kurt, no I didn’t set her up for this shit”-bobbybasecamp

Kurt’s eyes are glued to the screen, and he looks like he might pass out with all the blood rushing to his face. you can see him glancing back at you out of the corner of his eye, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the comments scrolling by.

Fine guys. you really want to see her suck my..my dick? Well guess what. It’s about to happen, just press the like button, and follow me,kurtsworld96-

his attempt at bravado is downright pathetic. he’s trying so hard to act like he’s in control, puffing out his chest like some kind of pornstar, but you’re having too much fun to stop him. you get on your knees and angle the camera to show his bottom half- those damn jeans hanging low on his hips, and your whole face perfectly in frame. oh and cant forget the tits.

he’s already changing the title of the livestream to “HOT CHICK SUCKS MY DICK- TRY NOT TO CUM CHALLENGE”

you glance at the top corner of the screen, viewers ticking up by the second. 50… 113… 147… 200. and the chat? utter chaos:

“no way this is real”

“KURT YOU LEGEND”

“pls don’t move the cam”

“those lips holy shit”

“bro she’s gonna ruin your life (lucky af)”

you settle between his knees, palms flat against his thighs, dragging slowly upward just to watch the way he shivers. his breath catches. he stares down at you like he’s watching some fever dream come true. scared to blink, scared to breathe, scared to fuck this up.

you curl your fingers around the waistband of his jeans, tugging them low, slow, deliberately lazy. you take your time like you’re unwrapping a present you’re only half-interested in. his boxers follow, and yeah, he’s already hard. pathetic. expected.

you meet his wide, dazed eyes and flash a wicked grin, your fingernails grazing just above his hips.

“you nervous, Kurt?” you purr, tilting your head.

he lets out a breathy laugh that cracks halfway through. “I—I’m not—no, I’m good. I’m… totally good.”

you stifle a giggle. “god, you’re such a virgin.”

and the way he doesn’t argue? that’s all the confirmation you need.

he leans back in the chair, face shielded from the camera his knuckles grip the armrests tight.

knees pressing into the carpet, you pull his boxers down to his thighs. dramatic, slow, letting the air hit him and watching the goosebumps rise. his dick springing out from the waistband.

you curl your hand around him. warm, smooth, sure. and give him one slow stroke. his body tenses like a live wire. then you lean in, tongue sliding along the underside of his length, unhurried, teasing. when you reach the tip, you let your lips press against it in a soft, deliberate kiss like a promise.

he chokes on a breath, hips twitching.

you look up at his face, he can barely keep his eyes open yet theyre glued to yours, you give him a little smile before you lower your head again, taking him into your mouth.

the chat is exploding, message after message flooding in. it’s just a sea of “oh my god” and “fuuuuck” and “so hot”

you begin to bob your head with a messy rhythm, taking him deeper with wet, sloppy sounds just loud enough for the mic to pick up. he makes the most delicious noises, his hands clenched into trembling fists on either side of him.

you reach up to grab his wrists. you place his hands on your head, feeling the way he hesitates before you give a little nod. he grips your hair, the fingers of one hand gently playing with your hair and the other clenching like he’s trying to hold it in. you look up at him and you swear his soul leaves his body as he meets your eyes, his lips parted in a silent moan. 

“Holy shit.. fuck..fuck… he stutters. “fuck im gonna cum already..”

his head drops back on the chair exposing the length of his neck. it's a vision to see him like this, reduced to a pathetic mess.

he’s panting harder now, and the way his thighs are trembling under your hands, the muscles of his stomach tense enough you could bounce a coin off of it, you can tell he’s close, so close.

you pop off of him just long enough to catch your breath. looking up at him through your lashes, your hand continues stroking, your mouth just a few inches away from the tip.

“not yet,” you say. “not till I say so.” 

"please," he chokes out, and you’ve never heard that much need in two syllables. you give him a little squeeze, your thumb running over the sensitive spot under the head.

a shiver runs through him, followed by a series of shuddering breaths.

"baby, please." he whines out,.

your pussy is dripping at this point.

the chat has lost it. you can see the comments flying in so fast you can’t even read them, and you know there a thousands of guys watching you, all jerking off to the sight of you taking him apart. and you love it.

“lucky bastard looks like he’s in actual heaven”

”yo what’s the OF?”

”please let him nut this hurts”

“how is this not banned 💀”

his chest is rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths, like he's just run a marathon and lost, gripping the arms of the chair again now, knuckles white, trying to be still, trying not to come undone just from the way you're looking at him.

you rise up a little, resting your hands on his thighs again, steady and slow, letting your fingertips trace circles. you're in no rush. that's the fun of it.

the chat is going insane.

"this is the most intense edging i've ever seen"

"bro's gonna explode"

"her CONTROL holy shit"

"this is cinema"

"i'm not even mad anymore i just respect it"

you glance at the camera with that same calm smirk—like you've been here a thousand times before. like you're the director of a film you've already seen the ending to, and everyone else is just catching up.

Kurt's still whispering under his breath, half-words, pleas, curses. you lean forward and press your lips softly to his stomach, and he makes the quietest sound, something like a whimper, something like your name.

"I didn't think..." he mutters, breathless. "I didn't think this would actually happen."

you smile against his skin. "you're welcome."

your hand starts moving again. slow, firm. his hips twitch and you press down on his thigh, keeping him grounded.

"I can't... I don't think I can hold it," he gasps.

"you can," you say gently. "you will."

you flick your gaze up to the camera one more time. you're not smiling anymore—your expression is serious now, electric, charged. this isn't a joke. this is performance.

You bring your mouth close to him again, closer, just hovering.

"now," you whisper. "now, you can."

you wrap your mouth around his dick for the last time and the moment it hits him? he shatters.

his whole body arches, a strangled cry slipping from his throat, eyes squeezed shut, breath stolen out of his lungs. his hands are in your hair again, desperate, clinging. he's not even thinking anymore. just feeling.

his warm cum shoots down your throat, a feelings you’ve felt before but never this good. and with Kurt? yeah, you’re shocked.

the chat fully breaks:

"HE ASCENDED"

"OH MY GODDDDD"

"this changed me spiritually"

"that was like watching a man meet god"

"10/10 best stream of the year"

you stay still for a second, soaking in the wreckage. then you sit back on your heels, brush your hair behind your ear, and look up at him with his cum on the corner of your mouth. he’s completely blissed out, wrecked, still catching his breath.

"say thank you," you murmur.

and he does. of course he does.

[tyuncel]

taehyun likes smart girls for the sole purpose of dicking them down until their brain cant form a coherent thought. a usually well-spoken girl, slurring her words and spitting utter filth.

all to prove that he’s smarter than them— that no matter what they’ll always be under him, in more ways than one.

he’ll talk sweet to them, even if he was a proper asshole before. forcing himself on them until they let him fuck, and from then on he’ll only humiliate them.

‘how dumb are you that you let a guy like me fuck you?’

‘such a fucking attitude.. youre better when youre stuffed full with my cock, right?’

calling them his stupid girl before throwing them away. after all, he doesnt really care about them, he just wants to prove his point!

[box953]

eiffel in relation to hilbert is so interesting because he is both similar to first mission lovelace in a lot of ways so its his past AND the culmination of his lifes work. hes a living reminder of hilberts past not even on purpose but that makes it so he cant compartmentalize his previous mission and move ahead and not think about is because eiffel is right there and alive and so familiar but also eiffel is the carrier and guinea pig of his work and hilbert is nothing but his work its the reason he wakes up in the morning do you think about this? this thought is half finished but my brain is turning into mush good luck with your illness feel better soon!

hi . Sorry this took me so long to respond every time i would read this ask i would get so excited i couldnt form a coherent post. Because yeah. Yeah. Ive spent months rewriting why the dynamic of hilbert and eiffel with eiffel/lovelace parallels and Lovelace and hilberts previous dynamic in mind makes me insane and you pinned it down perfectly in one paragraph. That’s what it’s about. Eiffel’s too familiar to hilbert to let an open wound heal and that open wound is more dangerous left open because eiffel is also everything Hilbert works for and lives for. Normal style.

[eyalsfantasy]

Yi city but goth aesthetic

My brain just managed to form a single coherent thought (super rare btw) and all it told me was

Baby bat (beginner goth) xue yang just getting his fangs done professionally and the orthodontist doing his fangs is just so... scrumptious and xue yang just melts,so he scopes around for information wether this angelic man,clad in white clothing from head to toe,is single or nah

He isnt,xue yang is pissed but since he has his mouth full he cant block out the low irritated grumble from leaving his throat,the orthodontist seems to not hear it (xiao xingchen totally did he's just so amused and fascinated by this scrunckly little baby bat that is being so pliant in his hands its too adorable for him to say anything about it) and he keeps asking questions to confirm whether xxc likes his husband or not,and from what xy learned,his husband runs one of the best rated top notch, extremely recommended in the local goth community tattoo body modification and piercing parlour...that xy was already planning on going to for quite some time, and has an appointment booked in in order to get his nipples pierced,and he knows an opportunity when he sees one.

He gets to said parlour and tries to scope out the possible husband,and there he is,the human version of a (very sexy) tree, he's so tall and strong xy knows for a fact he cant top that (he definitely wants to be topped by that tho⁠(͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)),and its either fate loves him,or absolutely despises him, because his appointment was switched to be with that absolute wall of a man instead of with the person he originally booked with...so he marches over with the best brave face he's got in stock,sits down on the little chair they have behind the privacy curtain and waits...

As soon as song lan saw him walking in he knew for a fact thats the fascinating little thing his husband told him about earlier that day,and he had to practically beg wwx to switch his client with him,wwx agrees saying he was his last client anyway and he needs to pick up his son from daycare and get some groceries..

And xy is so cute and so bad at pretending he's brave,but sl chooses to spare that poor baby bat and go along with his act..and boy is he glad he went with it, because xy is so good and he listens so well,obeys so well,and okay...maybe it isn't very moral to take what shoulve been a regular piercing appointment and turn it into half a scene with the way sl has been practically domming xy,but he cant help it...and hearing those little gasps of the pain from the needles jabbing into his nipples was just euphoric

After each of the encounters they all think they'll never meet again...until theres a goth event at the local bar and lo and behold,if it isnt the scrunckly little man,the sexy tree and his pale angelic husband all at the same bar..this time sl and xxc agree that they are keeping him.

[soracities]

And another thing! its for your own good that you challenge yourself despite everything. Yes life is soul crushing and society is literally falling apart and a lot of it is outside your control, and yes the only thing you want to do is lay down and rot, but respectfully, if you don’t exercise your brain you may as well go full circle back to the dark ages. Uneducated people that can't form coherent thoughts or pay attention long enough cant fight against the bs we're being fed by authority; a lack of knowledge will only aid your oppression, which is probably the point. An uneducated and overworked society is much more susceptible to coercion and a lot easier to control, so the very least you could do is pick up a good book.

Okay thats all thank u for coming to my tedtalk mwah 💋

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cockroachparty]

i love to write. it is my most favorite hobby. talking is really fun too. i love sharing my thoughts and opinions and while also hearing others thoughts and opinions. writing is a safe haven, a quick way to share my thoughts with others. the words flow effortlessly from my brain down to my fingertips, with such quick succession.

except when its an assignment.

give me a roleplay prompt and i'll write it within 5 minutes. tell me to give a funny review for an amazon product and i'll have it down in 10.

but giving me a paragraph assignment? on a chapter of a book i dont care for?

end of the world. end of my life. end of my schooling career. cant do it. no i cant. suddenly every single word and vocabulary term i once knew is vanquished from my mind and i can no longer form a coherent opinion or sentence. might as well just give me the F now. take me out back and shoot me i guess do it in front of a live audience too, why not. who cares.

[phagodyke]

I've been drawing for the last 6 hours straight which is an UNTHINKABLE level of focus for me esp w how bad these last few weeks have been. maybe I need to force myself to sleep way less alllll the time

[stardustedseas]

God tho I really do need the Distortion to fuck me dumb. Michael or Helen, idc I Need Them Both Carnally. (Distortion sandwich, even 👀💦 Completely outside the bounds of canon, but good lord I Want.)

The real world is so tiresome, I don't want to think about it. Don't want to be ABLE to think about it. Just take me out of it and into the halls and fuck me so silly, til every nerve is alight and my brain can no longer string together a single coherent thought as their cooing laughter bounces around my skull.

ohhhhh my goooooddddddddddd oh my god yah i can be normal about tjis i can think about this and be hinged /lie

REEAAALLL AS FUCK THO PLEAS EPELE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAE EPLEASSE PLESE EPLEA SEPLEAS EPLEASE PLEASE THE DREAM

gnaiwng on the fucking drywall them making sure you cant form a single coherent thought but if you were able to it would only be of them. its all i need in life stg

ohhhhhhhh to barely be able to process anything theyre saying but still getting off on their words knowing its def the meanest teasing </333

them teasing that its pretty pathetic your minds already empty from just a few of their touches and scentences, so pliant in their sharp hands and so very willing to take anything they are nice enough to give </3

them saying youre lucky that they are the ones that found you and not some other monster, that youre the most perfect little fuck toy so just relax and let them do whatever. how you can just leave all the stress and anxieties on the other side of that bright yellow door, once you step into their domain you can turn your brain off and just focus on the moment

its already hard to think striaght when sandwiched between such hot and dangerous beings but the way their laughs are penetrating your brain and scrambling any thoughts you had left, making sure you cant focus on anything but them, really seals the deal. you cant possibly lament on the real world when michael has his big hands wrapped around your thighs, holding you open against its chest while helen is slowly stretching you to impossible lengths with just one (dulled tipped ofc) finger. you feel simultaneously numb and overstimulated, their voices sound like they may as well be a differnet room but the lights are almost blinding and the air so stifling its hard to breath. dont worry tho, you cant concentrate on it for long when your eyes are rolled back and lungs empty from constant moaning.

the distortion may not always like the concept of self and identity, but they both adore the way the only actual word your bitten raw lips can form are their names as they coax you to the edge over and over again

[feelingthedisaster]

Hello hi. I have no idea anything about the fandom you’re in, however I recognize a few names based off of the stuff you reblog. Mainly Aaron and Neil, I believe. So for that ask about characters could you tell me a bit about (either of) them?

hiii <3 <3

okay, so a lot of yapping alert cause im obssesed with those two little guys

aaron

How I feel about this character: i cannot physically stop thinking about him. he invades all my thoughts. he is basically my head roomie at this point. he is such an asshole. i love him. he is not normal and trying so hard to be which its a fact i cannot get over. also, he is the funniest motherfuxker alive and has been way before the bonus chapters, finally some recognition to my boy

All the people I ship romantically with this character: katelyn basically and only. tho i've read kevaaron/katekevaaron fics but i dont really ship them i just think the fics are neat

My non-romantic OTP for this character: hmmmmmmmmmmm. so hard to choose. i think he has a lot of potential with matt for a super cool friendship. i have him and andrew's sibling relationship rotating in my brain 24/6 (saturdays are aaron only) but the neilaaron bestfriendisims are so funny to read idk. AND nicky god. i need to crack open his parent-esque/cousin relationship. its impossible to deffine by normal standars, calling them cousins feels like it isnt enough and parent figure doesnt fit but they are family, and technically blood family but they are actually found family and and and

My unpopular opinion about this character: this opinion has actually becoming less unpopular since nora had to write text of the subtext but he isnt as homophobic as people make him to be. like, he isnt disgusted/feels hatred towards homosexuality he just dislikes neil and doesnt like the oversexualizating comments nicky makes. bc i mean, love nicky, but sometimes they are a little bit much. and yeah, he has internalized homophobia, he has even admitted it but i dont he externalizes it. the thing with neil is dislike towards neil/getting a reaction out to break the bros before hoes deal. (sorry i love calling it the bros before hoes deal its so funny, its their fault)

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: i want to see him break. like for real. super ugly. gimme whump. . gimme failing everything he work for. gimme relapse. gimme all the bad things that could happen and worse. (except the trial going badly, i cant handle that)

neil

How I feel about this character: neil josten neil josten neil josten neil josten neil josten. i cannot describe him. he is such a concept. i devore it like i've never eaten before. he is a bit of nathaniel and a bit of neil and he is both and he is all and he is everything. and he is a lie but its all true. and he doesnt care but he cares very much. he manipulates like he breathes and he crimes like its in his blood but that bad but that has a benefit but no no thats not. god. he sees people, he helps, he is a sweetheart with who he cares/needs but can be the absolute worst if he needs it. like, like, he makes me insane. i cant form coherent thoughts about him

All the people I ship romantically with this character: andrew. and that kinda it. maybe kandreil in a weird queerplatonic way but not romantic with kevin but like yk

My non-romantic OTP for this character: kevin. and jean. and dan. and wymack. and idk, everything and everyone. all his interpersonal relationships are so interesting to me.

My unpopular opinion about this character: i can remember anything right now? maybe like i dont like him and andrew getting married but idk.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: mental health. shit has to affect him. he will never go to the therapy, its neil cmon, but that doesnt mean that shit doesnt happen and that his mental health is pristine and that there arent other things aside therapy. like, i want to explore more of everything that happened in the books affect him mental health-wise. not like a diagnosis/recovery but more like an exploration of his intricate issues

[dustcrumbs]

Dust goes over to horrors house quite frequently and when he’s not they’re on call (late at night) and whispering. Dusts like falling asleep n his tummy must’ve growled or smfh bc horrors asking if he ate dinner like he said when he left his place and dust doesn’t know how to answer (he in fact did not eat). Dust doesn’t wanna take food from horrors family bc they just moved and are paying medical bills and are generally low income and he doesn’t wanna take away from them and says like oh just one meal gone will be fine.

I’m so tired and I wanna talk more about tumor au but my brain is melting and I can’t form coherent thoughts or put any semblance of a thought into words. The Horrordust…..

guhh Dust... You gotta stop feeling like some burden. I doubt Horror will starve to death if you decide to just eat one plate vbrrorvd :broken_heart: (I CANT USE EMOIJIS)

[impulsive-fantasylander]

Martins yapping for way too long Part 2

Hi yall, welcome back to whatever this is! this will probably the last ava post until the hyperfixation REALLY locks into it. but yea like uh, feel free to let me yall thoughts on these they make me really happy :>

Warning: again, while not graphic will get dark at times, keep that in mind please

The Color Gang

Navy, Orchid, Purple and Citrine

Merc Interlude

An Idea For The World of AVA

And Programmer021 Finale

End Notes

honestly my brain is so fried i cant form coherent sentences, however as a little treat, here's my spotify playlist for TCO, TDL and Victim! its not organized but if its of help, Butcher's Vanity is for TDL, Without me is for Victim and My alcoholic friends is for TCO! This makes sense to me.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

still obsessed with this part of the newest Triangulum chapter

i cant put it into coherent thoughts. but like.

the fact that everyone is uncomfortable about bill looking like dipper but the way it effects mabel specifically makes my brain wanna explode

like. "its just as bad as when you did it last year!" that day was so traumatic for both dipper and mabel. ohh my god. "stop making him smile like that!" AAAAAAAAA

AND THE FACT BILL IS BEING SUCH A JERK ABOUT IT AUGHHH

the dialogue here. i love it. i love the whole thing but this part. the bill and mabel parts. ohhhhhhh they make me wanna VOMIT (positive)

SOCK OPERA REFERENCES IN ANY FORM DRIVE ME INSANEEEE

YAYAYAY YIPPEE YAYYYYY 🧡🧡🧡🧡 Yeah this part was VERY fun to write. Poor Mabel has...a LOT of feelings regarding what happened last year, ESPECIALLY during the events of Sock Opera (lest we forget the little thing mentioned at the end of chapter 3~?).

Also if you're excited about Bill and Mabel interacting, especially when it comes to stuff regarding his appearance, you're in for a real treat in some future chapters 🤭