#my brain stopped functioning

[itagakimizuki]

You wanted to see me. I believe your charge is dealt with. You'll be released soon.

EVILIVE (2023)

[moonchild1]

PARK JIMIN STOPPPPPPPP MY SANITY CAN'T TAKE THIS 😫😫😫😫

[peasthedumb]

It’s becoming increasingly difficult to *vaguely gestures towards everything*

[gazkamurocho]

This came to me in a dream??

[smallidarityfan]

guys i think this is the closest they're ever going to get to making out

[isabelleadjani]

JUNG EUNJI for Singles Korea

[yikes-ajax]

I dont have a clever and witty sarcastic comment tonight, I just think she's cute

[oriixxc]

Archduchess

[bamsara]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgauhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhghgg

[ask-nyc-boroughs]

During these Olympics, I learned that Australia has one-sided beef with the United States especially over swimming. I find this beef weird cause lol Aussies are just American different font & idk most Americans love Aussies 😭.

Anyways, I imagine Kyle/ Australia (I’m using my friend Mel’s interpretation) & Alfred did bring that competitive spirit to the Olympics these games. Also just to note, these two are 1000% friends, and whenever they’re together they get into stupid levels of trouble together.

My Alfred grew up in Massachusetts (he once represented Plymouth colony) so he def knows how to swim. He’s a New England boy at heart even if he now lives in DC.

[afterthelambs]

i told my friend how interesting it is that Akechi appeared immediately after they defeated Yaldabaoth, while the other phantom thieves' wishes took until after the new year to manifest and my friend said "that probably means joker was thinking of akechi the entire time they were fighting yaldabaoth, wishing he was there with them" and im NOT OKAY ANYMORE

[clannfearrunt]

Sometimes I start getting worried for no reason like “oh no what if people take issue with my different species in worldbuilding projects having different physical needs and abilities because it could lead to inequality” as if that isn’t an interesting and worthwhile topic to think about in itself. We have a society of ONE sapient species and we still have endless variation in our experiences and one million inequalities bitch you think it won’t be a problem when there’s even MORE variety? Dont you want to think about how this manifests and how people accommodate (or don’t accommodate!) these differences. Don’t you love passively generating entirely fictional toxic tumblr discourse threads <- don’t actually do that part I think it fuels the anxiety even if it’s fun in abstract

[meraarts]

Them using “I kiss her and then I skateboard away!” and “when you’re queer you’re family, it’s called being gay”

I’m so unwell right now

[moodysullie]

you know what? I'll just drop my new fav photos because this photoshoot from numero magazine must stay on my account and say nothing more.

[holywaterzzz]

good lord...

[spaciebabie]

You groan loudly, grabbing at your stomach; you can’t even force your arms into it though, the pain crippling. You wince and let out a few strained breaths.

Springtrap stops as you do, tilting his head a bit to try to see your face. Twists and locks sound as his head moves into place and he leans over a little further, his eyes searching.

You shift your body to face him a little more with a strained smile. “I think it’s just- agh- what I ate earlier.” Another spike of pain and you turn away from him, trying to grab at your stomach again. It takes a moment before you can a manage a quick, “Just a cramp,” through your teeth.

His lids droop, almost in pain as well, and he looks away from you. There’s a mechanical shift as his gaze combs the room. You try to look back at him, but each shot of pain makes you lower your head. You can’t help but let out a loud, sharp breath with every movement.

He then turns back to you, seemingly not finding what he was searching for, and an arm suddenly wraps around your torso. You’re moved towards him, your legs no longer holding you. There’s an automatic whirring and you’re pulled down with him to the floor, knees bending without resistance. His legs cross, and his arm around your stomach shifts from grabbing you to holding you, now only pressing into your arms instead of binding them.

You sit quietly in his lap for a moment.

You clench your teeth as the ache starts again. His other hand moves up, settling on the back of your head, pulling you close against him while he leans over you slightly.

His hands were the same furred, hard-case-covered endo as the rest of his body, but the individual digits could almost ‘unlock,’ letting them move more naturally when brushing along a surface.

His hand softly cups your head, slowly trailing down to your back and then up again, his fingers able to gently trace your form.

“Don’t hurt,” his crackled voice mutters. He lightly sets his chin onto you. “I hate to see you troubled.”

The pain wasn’t gone, but the chill that suddenly shot through you felt clearing. You couldn’t focus on the aching anymore as he warmed you.

- heartbeat anon

what the fuck.