#my brain has been ticking

[mejcinta]

My new mission is to get Aegon, Alys and Helaena fic numbers up in the a03 tags.

🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

[catwouthats]

“How can this many people simply vote for Trump in the first place?”

✨Gaslighting✨

And

✨Teaching themselves apathy because they have been pushed to the brink and are only focused on their own survival and think that this guy will give it because he

gaslight themmmm✨

[beebfreeb]

GRAHHH I HATE GETTING SICK. *runs into traffic*

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[camellia-thea]

because i finished my lectures last night it has been a fucking battle to do my readings.

[visdiefje]

[jzixuans]

if i had a nickel. for every yellow character ive loved who died because an undead superhuman punched clean through their body and it made me cry like a fucking baby on the couch in my living room. i’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but this cannot keep fucking happening.

[ferrunough]

names for the joltik i’ve got so far: reminder, they had black shirts and red ties. i had to do this

Billie Joule = he’s a fully melanistic little guy.

Arcstrong = she’s green eyes for some reason, fur’s kind of wavy.

Dirntik = mimics Ramohm’s bass sounds; Ramohm likes this one the most.

Tré Coul = she has tennis ball green fur.

JoS = pronounced “Joz”, in full it’s Joltik of Spikemuth since he’s oddly protective of the second spikemuth miniature (a statuette lamp thing of the spikemuth logo; it’s constantly turned on since he made a web in it), he has a hollow heart-like pattern with a line down it’s centre over his chest in lighter fur.

Saint Jolty = identical to JoS except his pattern is darker coloured, encourages a lot of Horde shenanigans like the fight between JoS and Kilojoy.

Wattsername = didn’t let me take the clothes off, close with Saint Jolty.

Tuney = “tune-y” missing a leg from hatching (i hope), squeaks along to music.

Crispian = he’s set himself on fire and become a tiny walking inferno twice somehow.

Glorheo = it’s just “Gloria”, genuinely has black fur around her eyes like smudged mascara, tries to keep the peace.

Lolaplug = shiny, they got stuck in a socket but now i think they’re trying to make a home in there.

Party Polar = blue fur pattern around their face, likes zapping things even if said things are joltik fully capable of zapping them back.

Fun Joul = black fur around his main right eye looks vaguely like an X, has what i’m calling minted tips in that the ends of his fur are green.

Kilojoy = generally way too excitable, no distinctive features but given the rest it’s enough to pick them out quick

Battery = it hates being in the same space as 19 other joltik, much prefers being away.

Draculamp = albino, not much personality really, follows Battery around, i swear the fur glows and it isn’t just the lighting in here.

Mother Wir = “wire” but i may not say that right anyways, biggest one by far, she is wide, has no pigment around her face, watches any fights from a distance.

PEPE = a peace keeper akin to Glorheo who tends to those injured in any antics undertaken before going off by themselves, very pale fur but colour is there!

Demolitz = paired up with Ion, pattern of bald patches especially over face, neither like being separate.

Ion = paired up with Demolitz, similar patches of baldness, gets aggressive when separate from Demoltiz.

i was healthy and took breaks and obviously looked after my gang but it’s finally done. arc above it’s done.

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Brain? Brain. I am begging you on my hands and knees: please let us read The Invisible Man. It is a short book. It is in our phone and easy to access. P l e a s e

[revvywevvy]

i'd like to make an announcement me and pyrrha were talking and have decided pat/rok/los. u r disowned. sorry patty-cake but the next time u enter the line of sight of either of us you will be eradicated with the power of gay. mostly by pyrrha. sorry not sorry.

[29121996]

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[hecksupremechips]

Love the way I’m just constantly flip flopping between "i am the greatest writer in the world my ideas are so big brained I understand how people work" and "oh my god I’m so stupid this is garbage I’m just saying shit that could fall apart within seconds what the hell even is this"

[willowfey]

genuine question does anyone have any tips on how to manage prolonged constant extreme anxiety? like the kind where u have to always stay distracted bc any second alone with ur thoughts will send u into a nauseous pit. the kind that makes it so u never get a restful sleep and u never have an appetite and ur hands are always shaking and ur muscles are painfully tense. anyone know uh…… what i can do about that

(i don’t have insurance atm and my medical anxiety is far too high to get anything prescribed atm so i need things that i can do on my own other than breathing and i’m sick of reading articles)

[charlesoberonn]

Phineas and Ferb episode idea: After Candace shows her photos of all of her brothers’ creations, Linda thinks that her daughter is a talented graphic artist and signs her up for a competition. Candace is frustrated and about to tell her mom the truth but then Jeremy shows up and he’s like “Wow, Candace, I didn’t know you were a graphic designer. That’s so cool. Btw, my little sister is also gonna be at the graphic design competition.”

Long story short, Candace asks her brothers to help her become a graphic artist for real so she could beat Suzie.

Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz has gotten tired of designing -Inators so he designed the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator to design them for him. The Inator’s creation are a hit among other Evil Scientists who buy them in droves. Doofenshmirtz is then signed by Vanessa to an Evil Contracption Designing competition (held in the same building at the same time as the graphic design competition, of course).

Desperate, he asks Perry the Platypus to help him get his mojo back so he could design -Inators again.

Cue musical montage of Doof and Candace training to learn/relearn their respective art form.

It’s the competition(s). Candace is a nervous wreck, but Jeremy believes in her. Doof is all self-assured and ego-boosted by everyone thinking he’ll win, but then he sees his Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator (who looks like a robotic him) also signed up for the competition.

While getting ready for the competition, Perry is accidentally almost spotted by Phineas and Ferb. He sneaks behind the curtain to the behind the scenes. That’s when he discovers that the goal of the competition is to design a doomsday weapon. Nervous, he swaps the cards with those of the graphic design competition.

The competition begins. The graphic artists are assigned to design a doomsday weapon while the Evil Scientists are assigned to design a cool band poster.

The scientists are baffled, but they do their best. The Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is stuck because it’s physically incapable of drawing anything but Inators.

Meanwhile in the graphic design competition Candace does her best but her brain goes blank. Suzie meanwhile is trying to sabotage her by switching her card back with the card from the other tournament. Unfortunately it’s the card of the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator, who now goes to task designing a Doomsday weapon.

The competition is finished. Candace’s work is mediocre, but she wins by technicality for being the only one who drew the correct thing.

Meanwhile at the Evil Scientists competition, the scientists all drew terrible posters except Doof whose poster is beautiful. He’s about to be declared the winner but then the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator reveals what it’s been working on, a doomsday machine. Everyone panics, and Perry the Platypus tries to stop the machine, but fails. Then the machine ticks down to 0, and nothing happens.

Turns out the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is terrible at coming up with machines. All of its Inators don’t work. Which unfortunately for Doof results in all of his previously happy customers showing up to complain because their Inators didn’t work either. He asks Perry to help him again, but Perry is already gone.

“There you are, Perry.” “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”

Despite winning, Candace feels hollow because she only won by technicality and all of the other designers were much better than her. She feels like a fraud. But then Jeremy shows up and asks to buy the rights for her poster, because he thinks it’s really cool. Candace is happy.

The End.

[heeliopheelia]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 (s. jake x reader)

tw: somnophilia, fem! reader, unprotected sex, established relationship, pet names,

word count: 1.1k

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Laying on his back, Jake stares at the ceiling as another drop of cold sweat dribbles down the back of his neck. The ticking of the clock and your slow breaths are the only thing he can hear in the quiet bedroom, as he should be at three in the morning after all. 

But he finds it really hard to go back to a peaceful slumber when just two minutes ago you were straddling his dick and he was just so close to cumming. And all of those sweet moans of yours, the slight shaking of your thighs and the mesmerizing bounce of your tits – all of it, just to turn out to be a dream. 

With a heavy sigh, he turns to his side and looks at your sleeping self, so blissfully unaware of the armageddon that you’ve caused in his brain. His eyes skim over your bare back, rising and falling with deep breaths, and suddenly he’s reminded of how just seconds ago he was thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting up into you so well-

Shutting his eyes tightly, Jake swallows hard and stays like this for a minute or two to calm himself. When another, tired sigh pushes past his lips, he moves closer to you and drapes his arm over your waist, hoping that cuddling up to you will make him fall asleep faster, so that he can wake up in the morning and fuck you properly sooner. 

Another issue he’s being faced with is that the night is so cold, and you’re just so warm and inviting, laying so prettily right next to him. The fairylights that you’ve left turned on for the night cast a warm light on you, giving him a perfect view on the fading hickeys he left on your shoulder blades mere hours ago, and now really, how is he supposed to stop himself. 

The twitch of his hard cock becomes more unbearable with every second and then he realizes – he just loves you too much to let you sleep in peace. He can’t allow for your unforced beauty to go to waste, after all. 

“My pretty girl,” he whispers, barely audible as his voice is still heavily laced with sleep. 

The shorts he’s sleeping in are already drenched and so uncomfortable to wear, so he carefully slips them down to discard them on the floor, right next to where all of your clothes from last night are resting as well.

He lets his impatient hands wander to admire your curves, and a low grunt rips out of his throat as his erection grazes against your thighs by accident. 

He’s an asshole – he knows it. But not that big of an asshole to enjoy all of this without you. So, instead, he settles on rubbing his hard cock against your perked ass, biting his lip with the first touch of your plush skin. 

“Need you s’ bad,” he mutters, leaning forward to pepper your neck with small, sloppy kisses. 

One of his hands drifts to your chest. Whatever shame he might or might not have been fighting against moments ago, it all goes away when the glimpse of your quiet moan sounds through the room the second his hand touches the soft swell of your breast. 

Jake’s lips twitch up with a smile, and now without really holding back, he rolls his hips over your ass, letting his fingers rub and gently pinch around your hardening nipple. His other hand slips down to your pussy and a louder whine comes out of your throat when his thumb finds your clit.

“Knew you’re gonna like it,” he chuckles raspily into your neck. 

His cock finds a perfect place to slot against you, thrusts growing more desperate and less cautious as the release he’s been craving for so long has finally started building up again. 

He hugs you close to his chest, panting against your skin as he humps you like a pillow. Warm hand groping your tits, his tongue lays flat and licks up your neck, finishing at your jaw and nibbling underneath the bone. 

You begin to squirm underneath his touch just as you begin to get wetter, and still in your sleep, you push your ass back into his pelvis. He feels so dirty, but too good to stop too, thriving off the idea that he can make you come even in your sleep. Jake loves that you need him just as much as he needs you.

Rocking his hips into you, your boyfriend is careful not to move you around too much, after all waking you up would make him feel guiltier than he already is. His precum soon smears all over your ass, his big hand pressing harder onto your clit in desperation to make you wetter. 

And when he can finally hear the longed for filthy squelching underneath his fingertips, he breathes out and kisses your shoulder. 

“Just the tip, baby. I promise.” His hand hastily reaches down and lines his cock against your entrance. Slowly, he pushes his mushroom head inside, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Can’t resist you.”

Your tight hole jerks out a louder whine out of him, not expecting you to suck him in so well, and if not for his self control he would’ve blown his load inside you right then and there. But he decides to enjoy you, to edge himself for a little longer, sinking his red tip in between your walls once by once. 

Just the tip, he has to remind himself after a particularly needy moan of yours.

His fingers skim over your perked nipple again, then cup your breast in his hand and squeeze it gently as he can feel himself getting closer to release. But then you tense in his arms and warm release streams down your thighs suddenly, coating Jake’s fingers. You whimper, on the verge of waking up, and he smiles slyly with satisfaction that he actually made you come in your sleep.

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs breathlessly. His eyes are focused on your perfect ass, hands soon following their lead and groping at your soft flesh. 

And then another pleased sigh leaves your lips and he just can’t help himself any longer, so he pulls out of you quickly with a nasty smack and taps his dripping cock over your ass, thick streams of his cum glazing your skin not even a blink later. His mouth falls open as his chest heaves so rapidly in comparison to yours. 

He can’t get himself to do much else than to fall back into the pillows and wrap his arms around you, pulling you as closely to him as it’s humanly possible. 

“Love you, love you so much,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your jawline. “Promise I’ll reward you in the mornin’.”

Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, he can feel his eyes starting to droop after the restless night. 

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a/n: i used to love this the first time i wrote this but now it's just... meh... idek if this is worth putting on my masterlist lmfao

[connorsui]

Now I can't stop myself from thinking of a bodyguard AU with sylus?

Like imagine being a daughter to an important political figure of a father who is not only running this years campaign but is currently worried for your safety from possible dangers that could be out there for you that he hires the most skilled bodyguard that the market has to offer

Multiple scenarios come to mind-- each with its own timeline:

Sylus: "You think I’m just some hired muscle, but I’ve been watching you for a long time. I know every little thing that makes you tick."

Reader (half teasing): "Sounds like you’re obsessed."

Sylus (leaning closer): "Maybe I am."

-

Sylus (after saving reader): "You were reckless. Next time, you stay behind me."

Reader: "And if I don’t?"

Sylus (dangerously quiet): "Then I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge of keeping you alive."

-

Reader (sighing): "I’m sorry for making things difficult."

Sylus (softening): "You think I’d complain? Watching over you is the only thing keeping me sane."

-

Sylus: "You’re a constant risk, you know that? You make my job impossible."

Reader: "Then why stay?"

Sylus (gritting his teeth): "Because I’d die before I let anything happen to you."

AAAUFHDHFHFHFH I CANT MY BRAIN CANT STICK TO ONE