#my life really is just a cycle of

[zackmartin]

wanna write frat boy Zack soooooo bad

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou asks you to join him during one of his photoshoots for a pro hero campaign. he doesn’t understand the point of it, nor why he has to only be in his underwear, but he doesn’t mind it much when he gets to look over to your shy little face.

you’re propped up in a corner on an old couch, laptop perched in your lap, its glare bright despite the way you never really look at it. you’re supposed to be catching up on some work, but you’ve been distracted by the glorious sight that is the love of your life.

when he looks at you, do you duck down, eyes suddenly focused on your screen again. it only makes him smile a little, step away from the assistant of the photographer who comes up to him, calls out your name.

“Huh?” your head whips up with a quickness neither of you expect, goes to show just how invested you really were with your work. but Bakugou only grins at you now, jerking his chin over to you as he grabs the bottle of oil the assistant was trying to pour over him.

“C’mere and gimme a hand, won’t ya?” he asks you, boyish smile gracing his face as he tilts his head at you. immediately, your face warms as you put together the request that’s suddenly dropped in your lap. everyone in the studio looks at you, with both envious and excited gazes, and it only makes you shrink in on yourself.

“I hate you.” you mutter under your breath when you finally rise up from your place on the couch, which he somehow hears. but Bakugou only laughs at you, grabs you by the waist when you’re close enough to kiss you breathless in front of everybody, before he’s handing off the oil to you.

“Such an attention whore,” you whisper when you’re close, the air between the two of you thick. everyone tries to look away, give you guys a bit of privacy, but it’s hard when such a soft and amused look passes over the usually rough and hardened hero’s face.

“Only for your attention.” he grunts back to you, holding his arms out for you to start dripping the oil down his skin. it’s a sensual gesture, the softness between you two sliding into something more, something that you only ever reserve for the bedroom.

you tip the bottle over his shoulders until it drips down his chest, massaging it all in with your hands in crude, circular motions. you can see the way he bites his lip, ignore the way he looks at you down the bridge of his nose lest you two create a scene not meant for the public eye. you gather more oil, warm it between your palms, kneeling in front of him to help massage it into the defined muscles of his stomach.

you ignore the twitch in front of you, swallowing thickly, glancing up to Bakugou who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet. you mouth at him to behave, but he only grins, something feral.

“We only need it above the waistband.” the photographer suddenly calls out, snapping you back to attention. you stand on shaky knees, nodding with your eyes casted low, ashamed, that your freak of a man had you doing something so…so—

“Go wait in my dressing room, yeah?” Bakugou asks you, pulling you in close to peck at the corner of your mouth. “Gonna wrap this shit up.” he promises you, and you can only nod silently, mind going a mile a minute. but before you go, you remember to grab the oil. just in case.

[joshuamj]

Linktober Day 8. Tunic

[tacagen]

one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!

((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))

but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS

(and, well. whatever this classifies as)

[imogenkol]

I’m gonna be thinking about that “Like me” for days. Shin wants power, but I think she wants an equal, too. I am going insane over her questions about the Jedi Temple and the Order. All these stories Baylan has probably told her about being a Jedi led up to that flicker of excitement in her eyes when he first ordered her to go to Lothal. Shin wanted to see another apprentice. Even with her Master, I imagine she still feels alone. She wants to connect to the history that shaped her training. She wants to connect to the only other people in the galaxy she can relate to, even if they’re supposed to be her enemies. Ugh, god I am thriving in the nuance of these characters

[lewmagoo]

nothing like a 12 am spiral over religious trauma lol

[karlachismylife]

TW!mentioned pet death, very briefly mentioned current war in Ukraine

So. I had a cat. Like, we actually had multiple cats in the family, but the previous ones were when I was too little to remember, and then as I was like around 12 I think mum allowed to have a new kitten. Her name was Шуша (Shushah) like an alien little critter from Kir Bulychev's books (a big soviet sci-fi writer). She was a Russian Blue cat, but a little mixed, so she was grey but with yellow eyes. I would write more about her but I can't really handle it rn. She was a lovely kitty.

Cancer took her July 10th last year. She was a few months short from being 10 yo. I don't give any fucks whether it's long or short for a cat.

Here's a thing I wrote the day she went on, I'm not translating it into English but if you wanna learn a few things about her, you can copy paste it in google translator.

Сегодня умерла моя кошка Шуша. Её звали в честь зверька из книг Кира Булычёва, хотя она не умела включать мультики, и я её очень сильно люблю. Она любила яичницу с помидорами, кукурузу из банки, круассаны и вонючую кошачью еду, а ещё гоняла по полу соломинки для коктейлей и боялась трясогузок. Ещё она любила лечь прямо поверх рук, когда я занимался уроками, а последнее время - когда её чухали за животик, обязательно приговаривая вслух "чуха-чуха", иначе ей не нравилось. Ещё она любила пение горбатых китов, скрипку и некоторую тяжёлую электронику, никогда толком не кусала еду, просто слизывая её с тарелки, и один раз прошлась по клавиатуре компьютера моей сестры так, что открыла код какого-то закрытого, почти секретного американского сайта. Я нарисовал её не в полную длину, потому что когда она делала потягушечки как следует, она могла занять целую кровать, а так мне оставалась хотя бы одна треть. Вы её не знали, но если вдруг вы сегодня будете есть что-то из её любимой еды, пожелайте ей хорошо добраться, на коленях доброго бога её уже ж��ут, чтобы почесать за ушком.

My dad is living in Yerevan now, because he had to leave our country to avoid the obligatory draft cuz of course he is not going to kill Ukrainian people, that's literally half of our family. So. Yerevan is a very stray anmals filled city. Mostly dogs, but cats too.

And just now dad sent into our family group chat some vids and pics of a stray cat that snuck into his apartment and is currently snacking on some cat food dad has since my last visit to him (I was feeding stray animals cuz it was winter).

My point is, that kitty that has occupied dad's dingy apartment, is grey with yellow eyes.

[tyrianlynch]

Me flipping through the DSM-V attempting to diagnose the lynch brothers

[thomastair]

if you read trc and came away hating adam parrish i have no choice but to assume you’re extremely unsympathetic to poor people in general and i do Not trust you

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Some mild existential dread in the house today

[kaisollisto]

[joyridingmp3]

2 years to the date that all of my hard work paid off and i was able to buy a home for myself and finally, at long long long long last, able to escape my abusive parents house. not just a house, but a home, and that difference has always been important to me. i feel mostly astounded by how quickly the years have passed since then, but also proud. not just of the achievement but also the way that i've been able to get to know myself, develop my identity, and figure out who i am in that short period of time. it's amazing the way you get to flourish in a world with stability (and not just in the material sense but that too!) when you're not spending every second running from and avoiding life altering trauma. i have some really exciting opportunities coming up to better help me work towards that very soon and hopefully the trajectory continues. it was such a difficult 24 years in getting there a couple of years ago and i really didn't think i'd even make it at times but my god it was so worth waiting for.

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

hi do you think sam is normal about the fact that matt died (on what was supposed to be his watch. by the way) and then came back as a fucking catholic priest. like. this guy watched his community get torn apart by a religious leader. aforementioned religious leader told him to kill a guy, got really pissed when he didn't, and threw him and his mom and their entire community under the bus when the beast came to take back its stolen power. he doesn't trust religion. he definitely doesn't trust religious authorities.

and now, you know. his quasi-father died (very nearly by the sword sam was given. by the way.) and came back as a religious authority. he actively works in the catholic church. he's a priest. that has to be uniquely shitty for sam. your dad figure is back from the dead (that you probably should have been there to save him from in the first place) and he's not a lawyer anymore but a guy in the exact same position of authority as the one you became blindspot to work against. the one that tried to make you into a murderer. the one that got your mom killed. oh and he doesn't remember you. crazy.

[faithfromanewperspective]

what’s there not to understand about hypomania? you know when you get overtired, and like a toddler, you get all hyperactive and also want to cry or do Every Fun Thing you can think of and it actually becomes harder to sleep? like as a result of too much overwhelm or being so emotionally exhausted that’s how your body makes you able to cope, the aftereffects of too much adrenaline? just imagine being stuck like that. and every day it triggers itself more, overload of emotional whiplash and energy and you’ve lost all ability to think rationally and you can do anything at this point, because why not? you’ve got nothing left in you to hold back on any idea that could be exciting and stop you from falling into the void where the wiredness you feel has nothing to latch onto to burn off that nervous energy in a positive way, emotionally. for days or weeks or months on end. you don’t need to have ever experienced this fully to extrapolate and be like. yeah. I can see how it would suck eventually to get stuck like that

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

Prayers please

Trying to help a chronically ill friend understand that she CAN say no to things that are too much for her,

and that she absolutely needs to do something Right Now about the fact that she's somehow let herself end up working 40 hour weeks late into the night (11:30 PM), while doing school,

when she lives at home and doesn't technically need the money and the main reason she's working at all is that she wants to be independent one day and hasn't yet accepted that she has to scale her efforts to what SHE is capable of not what "normal" people are capable of