#my late night ramblings

[onlyancunin]

If Iove you

feel free to call me anytime

ask me for whatever you need and I'll do my best to make it work

I am here for you and I'll support you – and I mean it, whatever you think you did that is unforgivable, I want to hear all about it and be there for you regardless,

whatever is happening around you, I am not afraid of it

whatever you think is your biggest darkest secret, it doesn't scare me away.

Let's just be.

I've seen loneliness stemming from trying to find the "perfect match". But the big secret is, nobody's perfect.

And as much as I hate this saying, it really is when you know, you know.

[indigocrystal19]

Head Cannon

In drawing the Guard Dogs of Snowdin I have come up with a few dog breeds they might be or to some extent based on.

Doggo (Siberian Husky/ Alaskan Malamute)

Dogamy and Dogaressa (great Pyrenese/Newfoundland)

Greater Dog (Samoyed)

Toby/Little white dog and lesser dog (American Eskimo dog)

Endogamy (unknown they could be any and varieties of cold weather dog breeds)

[imreallyonthishellsite]

Yall know the posts that are like "you can usually tell who little sister is bc she'll be the taller one", lets test that theory

if you need an example, my sister is older than me by 3 years and I'm taller by a few inches

Edit: 1) sorry to all the middle children out there!! I didn't mean to forget yall on purpose it slipped my mind when I made this poll, take a cookie as an apology 🍪🍪🍪. Just choose whatever option fits best and explain in the tags if you feel like it.

2) the formatting of the polls are like that bc it was late asl when I made this poll and it made sense to me at the time, so sorry again if yall have trouble understanding the poll

[frownyalfred]

local mob boss, puffing on a cigarette angrily:

goon:

Batman, tied to a chair six feet away:

mob boss: did ya have to tie him to the chair with his legs spread open like that?

[darkest-part-of-the-forest]

Coming back to my blog after, essentially, being inactive for almost two years is insane to me. My following tab is almost unrecognizable, some blogs have changed entirely as people's interests have shifted. It's kinda fun to see what people are currently really excited about, but it's also so sad to go through the blogs that I follow and used to love and see that so many of them have been inactive for years. People who's stuff I used to see all the time, some of them I used to even talk to often. Anyway, this was a long way of saying that I missed seeing their fun little thoughts and I hope they're doing alright.

[emjiroki]

Yuuta begs everytime to take the condom off. Wants to feel the warmth of you around him gripping him raw so bad he's near tears. Whimpering cries against your chest, throat, shoulder, anywhere he can sink his teeth

"Please baby, this time? Can I this time?"

"Wanna feel you all wet for me just once, let me slip it in please"

"Promise I'll be good"

The night you finally peel the latex off and give him the okay is the best night of his life.

He pulls three orgasms from you before hiking your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his sensitive cock in so deep he cums bucket loads against your womb, a contended sigh gracing your ears as he releases your legs and sits between your thighs to push his release back in with his fingers

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

No okay because what REALLY GETS ME about Adam and Lute's final interaction is that THIS FACE

Seems deeply out of character for Adam. Like, especially considering how he was having the classic Third Act Breakdown right before this? This cocky motherfucker got stabbed by fucking NIFFTY after getting his ass beat by LUCIFER HIMSELF, and yet this is the look on his face as he bleeds out. You'd think he'd be more upset, but he just seems. Accepting. Ready for this fate. Which is COMPLETELY UNLIKE ADAM!!!!!!! The only in-character reason this would be the final look on his face would be that he's putting on a brave face for Lute. Lute who came running over to him as soon as she saw him fall, yelling for him, crying. Adam, the pettiest, bitchiest asshole in the entire goddamn show is putting on a brave face for her. Or he's just like. Happy to see her in his final moments. Which either way they cARE ABOUT EACHOTHER SO MUCH I CAAAAAAAAAN'T-

[kaleidoscope-ize]

David Dastmalchian is killing it!!

Photoshoot by Mike Ruiz

[gojoest]

wearing matching friendship rings with your childhood best friend gojo satoru….you always saw them as a symbol of your bond, but for him, they meant something more — a silent promise, a vow of sorts. it’s okay, i will wait for you to be mine. in the meantime — i’ll be yours.

[unholyfudgebiscuits]

The Truth of Witches

Witches… 

Derek hates witches. 

His life was cursed enough as it was and now they had happened to stumble upon a coven? An actual coven! It had happened so quickly, the packs hadn't even had time react before they were engulfed in a plume of yellow smoke.

He guesses he should be grateful no one was hurt... Deaton had called it a lucky break but he doesn't particularly feel lucky as he stares around the room...

He hadn’t wanted to come to the Martin Lake House. Not with what the Druid had mentioned was essentially a truth spell that both his pack and McCall’s had been drenched with. He had planned to hole himself up in the loft, wanted to wait until the magic ran its course and he was safe from this… This ‘pack bonding experience’ Scott had put together. It hadn’t worked of course. 

Deaton said they needed to stay together. That the witches might come back and Derek couldn’t leave when the betas were vulnerable. It was decided to come to the lake house. Away from parents and friends and anyone not yet in the know of the supernatural of Beacon Hills. Derek had been against it and surprisingly, so had Stiles but they had both been overruled. 

So now they sat in a circle in the white room, playing a game of truth and … truth, each beta taking turns in asking the other a question. 

Derek doesn’t participate of course. Even though the members are good at boundaries and the game is surprisingly vanilla for a large group of high schoolers he’s not taking the chance. He does sit and listen though and it’s…nice, finding things out about the betas. 

How Boyd’s favorite color is yellow and Lydia’s never had a cavity. How Scott wanted to be an astronaut when he was younger and Isaac learned how to play piano from a neighbor who’d invite him over when his dad got too loud. Erica had always wanted children but was told she’d never be able to with her seizures. Kira couldn’t cook and Liam had been allergic to bees. 

It wasn’t until Lydia zoned in on Stiles that Derek felt the atmosphere shift. 

“What do you think is the most attractive thing about Derek?” 

It wasn’t a secret Stiles liked him. Stiles himself had been very vocal about it actually. Shamelessly winking at the alpha any chance he got, leaving him smily faced notes and calling him stupid nicknames of ‘My Sourwolf’ and ‘Big Bad’. It had been annoying at the beginning and then familiar and finally falling to the category of stupidly endearing. 

He didn’t growl every time the little human beta flirted with him anymore. He expected it at this point. The stupidest, cheesiest pick up lines that Derek could almost admit ended up being charming more often than not. 

He didn’t dislike Stiles. In fact, now that he was forced to be honest with himself he could admit he probably had a crush on the little goofball too. He was just… so different than anything Derek had ever imagined in a mate, he wasn’t sure how to process it. But he did like him. Really liked him… Was practically smitten with the idiot if anyone would have asked him about it under the spell. 

He’d never admit it. Not out loud. Not when he still woke up screaming from the memories of Kate and the fire. Not when he’d find himself frozen in the middle of a store isle after catching a glimpse of blond hair… When Jennifer’s real face warped over a normal passerby’s on the street... 

Stiles didn’t deserve to have a partner with that sort of baggage. Shouldn’t have to deal with the nightmares or sudden bouts of unexplained anger. When Derek would loose himself to moments of frustration and silence that were brought on by nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat... Stiles deserved someone who wasn’t damaged.

So he did what he had grown so good at doing. He buried those feelings and wants, rolled his eyes and pushed the human to an arms width degree of safety and hoped for it to pass. 

But it didn’t pass. 

Stiles was determined and with sidekicks like Lydia it was inevitable that something like this would happen. 

Derek steels himself for the answer. He had heard the string of praises before. Had stomached all he could take about what people thought or felt or wanted from his body. Maybe it had been flattering once. Maybe others thought he was conceited or narcissistic now but the compliments rung hollow at the best of times and degrading at the worst. 

He didn’t want to feel that from Stiles. Could almost taste the revulsion of it as he tried to prepare himself for the inevitable list of ‘appealing’ characteristics. 

Kate liked to gush about his ‘pretty blue’ and later ‘red eyes’ enough times to make him sick. And Jennifer ogled at his ‘incredible physique’. Even Braeden would unintentionally tell him how 'sexy' he was without knowing how the words used to turn his stomach. 

He crosses his arms and bows his head and waits to hear a similar speech as the heaviness in his chest threatens to choke him. 

“His smile.” Stiles says without missing a beat and Derek’s head whips up to meet his warm gaze.

The world stops spinning for a second because it’s the last possible thing Derek expects and the only one he’s never heard. 

“W-What?” He asks quietly. 

“I like seeing you smile. You don’t… not very often but it’s really beautiful when you do. Your eyes get all crinkly and you have a little dimple on your left side.” Stiles said matter of factly. Derek can’t make himself breathe, can’t stop looking at the human sitting across from him. “It’s my favorite thing, when I can get you to laugh.” Stiles says with a grin.

Derek's whole body shudders, a knot forming in his throat and he stands so quickly the chair he's sitting on topples over. He can't blink fast enough to stop the sudden wave of tears so he turns, rushing out of the room and into the cool night air.

Stiles follows a few minutes later, finding him leaning heavily against the fence railing.

“Derek? I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t.” He says, shaking his head as he stares out over the lake. “Y-You didn’t… I just…” But he can’t explain it. He doesn’t know how to say what he really wants to say and Stiles stands patiently  as he digs his claws into fists. “No ones ever…” 

Stiles takes a tentative step towards him. “Ever… liked your smile?” He asks gently and Derek shrugs. 

“I guess no one ever cared if I did smile.” 

A look of anger shutters across Stiles' face before it flickers back to concern and he moves closer. He cautiously reaches to touch Derek’s hand, the movement startling the other enough to turn and Stiles tugs gently at his fingers. Blood drips down onto the gravel and it takes longer than it should for Derek to loosen his grip.

“I do.” Stiles says. “I care.” Derek nods weakly.

“Its not because I’m in love with you Derek.” Derek whips his head to look over at him and Stiles rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. “I mean, I am… In love with you that is. But that’s not why I said it. I mean before all that. Before anything else you’re my friend and I just want you to be happy. Even if I’m not the one that makes you happy…I just wanted you to know that.” 

It would be easy for Derek to scoff and shake it off and tell himself that humans lie. Any other time… But he can still feel the warmth of magic rushing through his veins and when he himself opens his mouth to tell him it doesn’t matter he can’t. The spell won’t let him because the truth is, it does matter. It matters more than anything and the truth is, that Stiles is being honest. Completely honest. And Stiles doesn’t lie, not even without the witches’ influence. 

It takes a moment for Derek to anchor himself back to reality but he realizes that Stiles does make him happy. And that he wants Stiles to be happy too. Despite his head and past experiences and cursed family name telling him it's a bad idea...

He reaches towards his hand this time, linking their fingers together and when Stiles gives him a wink he returns it with a smile.

[bluewolfangel01]

Levi: "I don't understand why you like someone as pathetic as me, I'm not that good at anything other then being a nasty useless otaku, (insert more self degrading here)."

Mc: *blank faced, moving sneakily close to Levi and picks him up bridal style*

Mc: "Snake <3."

Levi: *Stunned silent, he doesn't move for a few moments, then his tail curls around Mc's leg, and leans into their touch.*

Levi: "Y-yeah...."

[eeveekitti]

hi gamers pressure brain caught up to me. legit sebastian design for the first time ever

[aroaceleovaldez]

I was reading a post about CoTG and I realized: Rick has seemingly started to write every character pairing with the exact same dynamic, and he's not good at writing that dynamic and it doesn't make sense for 90% of the characters he writes it for.

It's that very specific dynamic of one half of the pair who is almost aggressive to the other party - "teasing" them constantly/insulting them, affectionately punching/judo flipping/maiming/etc, seemingly almost always exasperated with the other - and said other party usually just accepts this treatment or blanketly views it fondly, and may generally be framed as more incompetent than their partner and a little bit of a doormat (particularly relating to being insulted/teased/etc by their partner).

We start seeing this dynamic in HoO with Percy and Annabeth, as a sort of semi-inconsistent twist on their rivals-to-friends-to-lovers dynamic from the first series. Then the dynamic pattern develops further with Leo and Calypso. Then Magnus and Alex. Then Nico and Will, particularly in TSATS. And now in CoTG, it's Percy and Annabeth again but even more in this direction.

I know people have talked about Nico and Will's relationship over the series rapidly being shoehorned into Percabeth Two™, and it's extremely apparent in TSATS that Rick's doing it on purpose (including directly quoting Percabeth scenes but minorly tweaking them to be Solangelo). But recognizing it as an overarching trend in Rick's later books honestly reminds me a lot of how Rick started trying to apply the "Percy Formula" so-to-speak to nearly every protagonist in HoO (and then try to replicate similar character archetypes with Magnus and Apollo's narrations - moreso Magnus in being jaded and sarcastic, very much trying to be first series Percy. He only sounds unique because Rick failed at making him Percy 2. Apollo is more akin to later-series Percy characterization of being goofy and incompetent. Apollo [and Zeus] even got retconned to give Apollo a more similar backstory to Percy's). Rick seems to have decided that he thinks the audience wants this specific dynamic but 10 times over, except he's not good at writing it the first time because it's a bastardization of the time he did a different thing okay.

And Rick also seems aware of that too! Because he retconned Calypso and Leo at the end of TOA, probably because he realized how absolutely awful it was reading when they were written with that dynamic of Calypso just functionally hating Leo and constantly being aggressive towards him! The only time Rick's actually made the dynamic even semi-successful was with Magnus and Alex, because it actually fits within their characters, their dynamics with each other, and their environment. Alex beheading Magnus on the regular works out fine because there are no repercussions to that in Valhalla, Magnus will be fine, so it does genuinely come off as humorous. And Alex has been effectively established to be abrasive at times but have her genuine feelings shine through regularly, and that meshes well with Magnus' jaded-and-aloof-but-quietly-very-empathetic character. And Magnus has been established to, yes, not be great at combat, particularly compared to Alex. They are the only time that flavor of dynamic in that form was effective and cohesive.

Percabeth is no longer rivals-to-friends-to-lovers badasses on equal levels with shaky pasts who finally found some form of permanence with one another. Now it's super smart doting and affectionately aggressive girlfriend and her silly goofy 50%-of-the-time incompetent boyfriend who she judo flips/pushes off cliffs/etc - but affectionately~! Solangelo is trying to riff off of the early series "Poseidon & Athena are enemies" dynamic that Percabeth had but with Apollo & Hades being "opposites" but learning to accept each other, except it ends up with Will just coming off as a huge asshole and Nico being retconned to a complete doormat about it - when prior to that those characterizations would be completely contrary to their established characters (even just from TOA!). Calypso in HoO gets retconned from her PJO characterization to being snooty and aggressive, and Leo's false persona gets merged into his just normal personality except he just also becomes a doormat but more goofy than Nico with occasional haha-dark/depression-humor! Which Nico also got. Which was also a bastardized Percy trait that got redistributed.

It's exhausting. Rick write more than one relationship dynamic you can do it I promise

[frownyalfred]

There could be a fascinating, darker body horror fic where Bruce realizes how much the Fortress has changed him, and any other human visitor it deems important to Kal-El. Including Lois, Jimmy, even Clark’s parents and Bruce’s kids; anyone who has ever stepped foot in the Fortress for any reason. The AI catalogues you at the door, registers your species and relevance to Kal-El, and decides for Clark.

This is all in pursuit of rebuilding Krypton, coded into the AI as its key imperative. What is important to Kal-El must be evaluated and maintained; lifespans are lengthened, aging is halted, reproductive organs are moved and changed…and Clark knows nothing about it because he trusts the Fortress and the Fortress is simply doing what it deems best for Kal-El’s loved ones.

The first one to realize is Bruce. Bruce, who is painfully used to body modification and all the horrors that come with it. But for a moment, he doesn’t know for certain if this is deliberate, if Clark knows what his Fortress has done. Fury builds not on behalf of himself, but of the tiny young boy — Dick Grayson, newly Robin — who he allowed to visit the Fortress last week and what did you do to him Clark—

[sainz100]

🩵🩵

[neigepomme]

writing something rn, but in the meantime, have a quick caleb headcanon!

caleb got his license and a car at 16, and even though a car wasn't the same as a plane, man, did he feel free. it was an old car he'd bought with money from a part-time job, and he had to do a bunch of modifications and work on it to get it going smoothly, but it was his.

his favorite thing to do with it was to take you on a night ride when josephine was fast asleep and wouldn't nag him about it being a school night. the windows were rolled down, and you both were in your pajamas, watching the city lights blur as you drove by. caleb felt free and wanted to share his wings with you, loving the way your face looked in the lowlights and the quiet laughter coming out of your mouth when your hair would get messed up by the wind.

he also loved the way you'd fall asleep in the passenger seat: he'd take advantage of your sleepiness to wrap his hand around yours and bring it to his lips for a tender kiss — one you wouldn't remember the day after.

a soft song playing on the radio, you by his side, and a trip to nowhere. for caleb, not even heaven could compare to this.