#my mom simps for

[saigalblues]

it's actually such a shame that the desi tumblr users don't write fanfics because i know at least three people who would like to get railed by siddharth abhimanyu

[dootznbootz]

Menelaus rambles a lot about not only Helen, but also Hermione. About how she used to say Olive like "Olifs". How she lost her first tooth running too fast and running into a low branch while out with Helen. How he'd sometimes wake up to Hermione leaning over him and poking his face to say, "Dad, can we go see the horses?" even though it was barely daylight. How she was much nicer waking Helen and how he thinks Hermione did that on purpose because she found "dad's face funny". How her favorite color was every color.

And Odysseus listens.

And he thinks about how his son only had a few teeth coming in when he left, teething on everything. How he could only say one syllable with his babbles. How his son needed balance to stand but Odysseus was so proud that Telemachus was very good at rolling over. How his son loved pulling at his and Penelope's hair.

How his son would be talking, walking, maybe even lost his first tooth by now. And he doesn't even know if he'll ever know his son's favorite color.

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@jegulus-microfic prompt: improve word count: 641 words

warning: moments during and after a nightmare (walburga’s a+ parenting)

inspired by a rosekiller microfic i saw recently. can’t remember the author, but they’re amazing.

…

He’d been doing so well. So, so well.

The nightmares were going away, slowly. No flashbacks, no seeing something and suddenly being trapped in that house all over again, his mother’s suffocating love and his brother’s screams, no, no, no. Gone. All gone. Well, almost.

He’d been improving. That was the main thing. James always said, that no matter how small it was, a little improvement was always an improvement.

Improve, improve, improve. And here he is now. Eight years old again. In that cursed house. Screams and anger are blending together. His cheeks are wet. Why is he crying? Heirs to the house of Black do not cry. He’s not an heir. He’s not cut out to be an heir.

She’s saying something. She says she loves him, she really does. She wants the best for him.

Is this the best? He wants to ask her that, but he does not say anything. He sits. He listens to screams. Sirius’ screams, maybe his own. He does not know. He is scared. He wants his brother.

She does not like his brother. His brother did something. Something bad. He can feel his brain slowly shutting down, his mind filling with thoughts and emptying simultaneously, and he hates it. He feels like he’s going crazy. Maybe he is.

He wants to scream. He does, he thinks. Very loudly. And she’s angry again, and he’s scared, and he just wants someone to hold, and he thinks—

He gasps.

It’s night. He’s in bed. There’s someone next to him, he can see them sleeping, snoring soundly. The sheets move up with every breath they take.

The next thing he registers is brown hair, and the first thing he thinks is, Oh, James.

But he can’t relax.

He gets up, stumbles to the bathroom. He can’t breathe. He feels trapped, like he’s back at the old house. So he turns on the tap, sets it to the coldest temperature, and runs it through his hands, splashes it on his face. He’s still trapped, still eight, but a little bit safer now. A bit better.

Hands wrap around his waist. A face pressed into his curls. They stay there until he can think again. Until the only reason his hands are shaking is the cold water. He shuts the tap off. Allows James to take him back to bed when he asks. Snuggles in the warmth and brings his knees up to his chest.

James does the same, pressing their noses together, legs knocking, and Regulus drinks in the warmth, the comfort that this man brings him. “Cuddles?” He asks, voice still rough from sleep. Regulus feels guilty for waking him up, but god, the sound of his voice is enough to convince him otherwise.

He nods slightly, still reeling from the nightmare. He takes James’ arm, rolls over, and brings his arm along with him, and James understands. He presses himself onto Regulus, and that’s enough to let him breathe again, nice and slow.

“I was doing so well,” he whispers. James cups his face, staring into his eyes like they’re the whole Milky Way. “I ruined it.”

James shakes his head. “No,” he says, “Improvement is an abstract thing. It happens in weird ways. Ma told me, once, that improvement is also experiencing the thing again, too.” He shifts, slightly, to get a better view of Regulus’ face. “It’s seeing how much you’ve changed in the way you deal with it.”

Regulus closes his eyes. “Je ne te mérite pas,” he says. I don’t deserve you.

“Hm?”

“I love you,” he says.

James smiles, and he wants to put that smile in a bottle and get drunk on it every night. “Me too, Jaan.” Me too, my soul.

He drifts into sleep like that, with his boyfriend.

Improvement, he thinks, is an abstract thing.

[ricksanchezbignaturals]

yk for a guy that's only present in like 9 episodes (or 11 ig he's technically in time traveler's pig and dreamscaperers) ford sure does get... restrained a number of times

[peppymintdreams]

a fic of barista and elias having an argument, and barista crying in the middle of it?

Tears in the Storm

Elias x Barista

The tension in the room was palpable. It had been building up for days—weeks, even—but tonight was the breaking point. Elias and Barista stood across from each other, the air thick with frustration and unspoken words. The argument had started innocently enough, a disagreement about something small, but like a fire catching dry grass, it quickly escalated.

“Elias, I just don’t get it!” Barista’s voice was tight, but the raw edge of hurt was creeping in. “Why do you always shut me out when things get difficult? Why can’t you just talk to me like a normal person?!”

Elias’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. His frustration, always on a razor’s edge, finally snapped. “Because I don’t need anyone to fix my problems!” he shot back, his voice rising in pitch. “I can’t drag you into everything, Barista! I—I don’t want to keep putting you in danger just because I can’t handle things on my own!”

“You’re always pushing me away!” Barista’s chest heaved with each breath, their hands trembling at their sides. “I’m not some fragile thing you have to protect, Elias. I’m here for you, you know that, don’t you? Why is it so hard to just let me in for once? To let me help you?”

“I’m trying to protect you, okay?!” Elias snapped, his voice raw with emotion. “Every time I try to open up, something goes wrong, and I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt because of my mistakes. It’s easier for me to keep it to myself than to drag you into this mess!”

Barista took a step forward, their eyes desperate as they searched Elias’s face. “But we’re in this together, Elias! We’re always together! It doesn’t matter what happens, we’re a team, okay?”

Elias’s heart clenched, but his pride, that wall of defense he’d built over the years, wouldn’t let him let go. “You don’t understand, Barista. You never will. I—” He stopped himself, realizing how cruel his words were, but he couldn’t take them back.

A sharp silence fell between them. The words hung in the air like smoke, suffocating them both.

Barista’s breath hitched as they blinked rapidly, trying to keep the sting of tears at bay. The words Elias had said—those raw, cutting things—tore at them, but it was the underlying truth that hurt the most. He didn’t trust them enough to let them in. And that thought… that thought had more power than anything else he could’ve said.

“Fine,” Barista whispered, their voice barely audible. “If that’s how you feel… then maybe I shouldn’t be here.”

The weight of the words hit Elias like a punch to the gut. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. His chest tightened with guilt, but his fear and pride held him back, like invisible chains he couldn’t break free from.

Barista wiped at their eyes, turning away from him. “I can’t keep doing this, Elias. I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when you won’t even let me in.” Their voice cracked, and they quickly turned their back on him, not wanting him to see the tears that were finally falling.

Elias felt like the ground beneath him had just vanished. He wanted to go to them, to take their hands, to apologize for every stupid thing he’d said, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said, his voice breaking as he took a step forward. His heart pounded. He needed to fix this. “Barista—please, I didn’t—”

But Barista was already shaking their head, their body trembling as they wiped their face, trying to regain control. “No, Elias. I… I need space. I can’t keep doing this.”

Elias’s stomach twisted with dread. He wanted to hold them, to tell them everything he’d been too afraid to say, but he was terrified. Terrified that he’d ruined something he wasn’t sure he could fix.

Barista’s shoulders shook as they turned back toward him, their tear-streaked face a mixture of hurt and exhaustion. “I just want to be there for you, Elias. Is that too much to ask?” Their voice was soft now, but it held so much pain. “Why can’t you just let me love you?”

The words hit Elias harder than anything. They shattered him, because deep down, he knew he was the one pushing them away. He’d always been this way—always afraid of letting anyone close, of letting them see the cracks in his armor.

His voice was barely a whisper as he took a tentative step forward, reaching for them. “Barista, I— I’m so sorry.”

But they shook their head again, stepping back from him. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Elias. I need more than just your apology. I need you.”

Elias’s chest tightened with panic, but he held his ground, his heart aching. He was scared—terrified that he’d lost them, but there was only one thing he could say now.

“I love you,” he said, the words raw, desperate. “I know I don’t always show it, but I love you. Please, don’t go.”

Barista froze, staring at him with wide eyes. The tears that had been falling seemed to stop in an instant. The silence was thick, but this time it wasn’t suffocating. It was a chance.

Slowly, Barista took a hesitant step toward him, their hands still trembling. “You… love me?” they asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Elias nodded, his eyes searching theirs for some sign that he hadn’t ruined everything. “I’m not perfect, but I’m trying, okay? I just… I don’t know how to let you in without breaking you, but I’m learning. I’ll learn for you.”

Barista’s tears started again, but this time, it was a different kind of cry. The cry of someone who’d been holding onto pain for too long and now, finally, felt heard. They stepped forward, closing the gap between them, and Elias reached for them immediately, pulling them into an embrace, careful not to hurt them more.

“I’m so sorry,” Elias murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I promise… I promise I’ll do better.”

Barista’s arms wrapped around him, holding on tightly as they let the tears fall freely now. “I just want you to let me love you, Elias. That’s all I want.”

And for the first time in a long while, Elias let himself believe that maybe—just maybe—they could work through this. Together.

[hatake]

love how after winning sanji goes back to his gfs and zoro also goes back to his gf

[siriuslysatorusimping]

What is Kurisaki Rinko to you?

I DID IT. I WROTE IT. I FOUND SOME INSPIRATION FAIRIES AND KNOCKED THIS OUT. THANK YOU TO THE ANON WHO ASKED THIS QUESTION.

Pre-Shibuya

Gojo Satoru

He raised his eyebrows at the question.

“Huh?” he asked, grasping his chin lightly. “Kurisaki-chan? Strong sorcerer. Lives up to the Special Grade 1 rank easily. Great person. Probably the best person I know, actually. She looks out for the people she cares about, especially her students. Best teacher Kyoto ever had.” He smirked slightly. “One of the only people to catch me by surprise, land a hit. A menace, really. A good friend. One- my best friend. She’s my best friend.”

Nanami Kento

A deep sigh escaped his lips, his brow furrowed in clear irritation.

“Annoying,” he replied, his monotone voice almost sounding amused. “But I trust her. She’s stronger than she thinks she is, and I would trust her with my life. She’s also one of the only jujutsu sorcerers I respect, even though she’s probably crazier than most. She’s also an incredible teacher. Her students have always loved her. I got to see that first-hand.” He cleared his throat, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “And a dear friend. She’s a very dear friend.”

Fushiguro Megumi

He scowled at the question, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“A lot of people think you could pass for being her kid since you look similar-”

“She’s not my mom,” he snapped, his scowl deepening. “She’s my cousin. She’s taught me a lot—more than Gojo-sensei has. She’s a great teacher.”

Zenin Maki

Her eyes narrowed at the question before she shrugged.

“We’re related,” she stated. “She took me in when I ran away from my shit family. She’s done a lot for me. Helped me in more ways than I can say.” The teen gripped the kendo sword in her hands tightly. “She’s taught me more than anyone else. Not just about being a jujutsu sorcerer, either. She’s a great teacher.”

Zenin Mai

Suspicion filled the girl’s expression for a moment.

“Why do you wanna know?” she asked, crossing her arms defensively. “She’s- we’re distantly related. She taught me when she was at Kyoto Tech. And-” she trailed off, a frown pulling at her lips, “she’s looked out for me. Always tries to make sure to check in on me. She cares. She’s a great- she’s the best teacher I’ve ever had.”

Okkotsu Yuuta

“Rinko-san is amazing!”

They’d barely finished the question before the teenager answered, sounding overly enthusiastic.

“She’s really kind,” he continued excitedly. “She always checks on me to ask me how I’m doing. She’s strong enough to trick Gojo-sensei. She landed a hit on him, which I haven’t really seen anyone else do before. She’s a great teacher, too. I learned a lot from her about cursed energy when she taught us last year.”

Inumaki Toge

He grinned widely, shrugging.

“Tuna mayo,” he stated.

“Is- that good?”

“Salmon,” he replied, his grin widening. “Tuna mayo.”

Itadori Yuuji

He shrugged slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I- don’t know Rinko-san that well,” he admitted. “But Nanamin respects her a lot. Gojo-sensei likes her, too. Fushiguro won’t admit it, but he kinda drifts towards her when she’s around. She’s really nice. One of the nicest people I’ve met besides Gojo-sensei. And she’s a really good teacher. Fushiguro and Zenin-san learned from her, I think.”

Kugisaki Nobara

The girl shrugged absently.

“I don’t really know her that well,” she admitted, tilting her head to the side. “She seems cool. Maki-san likes her a lot. She does spend a lot of time with that blindfolded idiot, though. But she’s a good teacher, from what Maki-san says.”

Todo Aoi

The boy smirked easily, chuckling under his breath.

“A strong sorcerer,” he asserted. “One of the strongest you’ll meet, though she doesn’t see it that way. She- she’ll do anything to protect the people she cares about, especially us. Kurisaki-sensei is an incredible teacher.”

Post-Shibuya

Gojo Satoru

He squinted at them, scowling at the question.

“You mean Gojo Rinko?” he asked, his scowl growing when they just shrugged. “I convinced her to marry me, ya know. I’m her husband-”

“Fine,” they sighed, exasperated. “What is Gojo Rinko to you?”

A smug grin pulled at his lips now.

“My best friend,” he declared proudly. “The strongest woman I’ve ever known. The only person who puts up with me without complaining.” He paused, his grin widening until he looked like a dopey puppy. “The love of my life. She’s the most incredible person I know, and I- wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her. She’s the most important person in my life.”

Fushiguro Megumi

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, shuffling his feet.

“She’s- my cousin." He rubbed the back of his neck and coughed. “She- she’s always been there for me. One of- one of the most important people in my life. I- I don’t know if I’d be here if it weren’t for her.”

Zenin Maki

She gave a nonchalant shrug, looking bored.

“My cousin,” she replied easily, staring at them calmly. “She’s taught me a lot. Took me in when I needed to get away from the clan. Always-” the teen paused, releasing a quiet sigh, “never- got upset with me when I was angry. And- she really tried to look out for me and my sister. One of the most important people in my life.”

Okkotsu Yuuta

His brow furrowed slightly as he thought.

“Rinko-san is one of the strongest people I know,” he stated firmly, nodding to himself. “She cares a lot about all of us, too. Looks out for us so much, making sure we’re all okay. Even though she knows we can take care of ourselves, she checks on us and makes sure we’re okay. She’s become one of the most important people in my life.”

Inumaki Toge

“Tuna mayo!” he exclaimed, grinning widely.

“That’s- that’s still a good thing, right?”

“Salmon!”

“Can I get some of those flashcards you gave her-?”

Itadori Yuuji

“She’s our new Principal,” he stated, smiling slightly. “She was someone Nanamin had a lot of respect for, and she clearly cared about him, too. She’s really strong, but she pushes herself too much. I think- I think she does it for us. To try to protect us. She and Gojo-sensei are really similar in that way. She cares about us a lot. She- I don’t remember my mom, but she kinda reminds me of a mom. She’s become one of the most important people in my life.”

Kugisaki Nobara

She gave a careless shrug.

“I honestly still don’t know her all that well,” the girl admitted. “But she’s really strong. Special Grade 1’s aren’t really something to mess with. She’s our new Principal, and she’s doing a really good job so far. I don’t think there could have been a better choice for it. She still spends too much time with that blindfolded idiot, though. Can’t believe she decided to marry a guy like him, but they seem happy I guess?”

Ino Takuma

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I, ah, don’t know Kurisaki-san that well,” he admitted uneasily.

Gojo Satoru’s voice chimed from somewhere in the distance, “It’s Gojo Rinko now-!”

“But Nanami-san had a lot of respect for her, and they were really good friends.” Ino swallowed thickly. “She- asked me to teach here at Tokyo Tech after she became the Principal. She said Nanami-san would approve, that he’d be proud to see me helping the next generation of sorcerers. She’s- a really kind person. I’m grateful she decided to give me this chance.”

-

You can take Toge's responses from my cold, dead hands.

Did you guys like the two different themes? I thought it'd be cool to have the pre-Shibuya version focused on them saying she's a good teacher, and then the post-Shibuya version talking about how she's important in their lives 🥹 Notice how Gojo and Megumi said they wouldn't be here without her 🥺🥺

It's also official, Ino will be the new first-year teacher at Tokyo Tech 😊

[ayyyy-le-simp]

I had this cool image that popped up in my head while cooking dinner the other night

Rex doing pull-ups with a tight shirt on, preferably a blue one.

The way I would admire rex doing pull-ups and push ups in a tight blue shirt in front of me-

[candy-ac3]

@unfunnyaceartist Please send help my mom is sleeping with Jax

[snobgoblin]

playing The Arcana as anyone but Danny (like... myself for instance) kind of takes me out of it because it's like "yeah no six different people would absolutely not be throwing themselves at ONE person who most of them JUST met" but when I look at Danny it's like no i get it i see how people would be throwing themselves at him

[junespriince]

Princely Whelmed au

Dick: But I am leaving soon for *insert Kori's kingdom i haven't named yet*

Wally, pissed: and that's not far enough!

Wally: do you think there is a corner of this earth, that you could travel to, far away enough to free me from this torment?

Wally: I am a gentleman. My mother (iris) raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.

Wally: you are the bane of my existence, the man of all my desires. I love you.

Dick: Sir West... I-I,*thinking real hard about his father wanting him to marry Kori for kingdom biz, but then again he played dead to get out of royal biz sooooo* I love you too... let's run away, Tim wanted the kingdom anyways!

Wally: finally!

[megumi-fm]

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[foxgloveinspace]

How do you save pics from instagram?? Do you HAVE to save them to your story?? Instagram is the only social media I share with my family so I can’t save a pic to my story, but everyone’s sharing that pic of Vessel kneeling in front of two (and a few of the others) but NO ONE is including the last pic on that post and it is BREATHTAKING.

[caker-baker]

Valentine

“Ha!” The villain waved a pink piece of paper in front of the hero. “I’ve got a Valentine!”

“Do you now?” The hero asked, tilting their head and crossing their arms. “From whom?”

“A fan of mine, apparently. They appreciate my tech savvy, genius inventions, and fashion choices.” The villain tapped the note aggressively. “Complete with hearts and everything. Came with chocolates, too.”

The hero couldn’t really help the lopsided grin creeping on their face.

“A fan.” They repeated. “Really?”

“Yes! And they actually speak of my talents! What did all your fans send you for Valentine’s Day, hm? Poems about how much they just love your muscles?” The villain gagged. “No, thank you. I’ll take genuine appreciation, please.”

The hero’s smile dropped. “It’s not just the muscle poems, I get a good bit of chocolate, too.”

“I bet.” The villain turned away, examining their Valentine letter. “It’s a shame they didn’t leave their name, I would’ve built them a gadget to show my appreciation. Maybe I can examine their handwriting and match it to the person. It’s not hard to get into official written documents. I could create a program that cross examines spacing and pattern of–”

The hero’s eyes widened. “Don’t!”

The villain whipped around, eyebrows raised.

“Um, maybe don’t do that.” The hero continued, voice lowered. “They’ll probably get put on some watch list, you know, since they’re writing letters of adoration to a villain.”

“That’s good thinking.” They paused, almost thoughtful as they folded the note into some invisible pocket. “So you do have a brain in there. I was beginning to worry that all those muscles were restricting blood flow to your head.”

The hero scoffed. “I don’t think that’s how it works—”

“Sh! It is now. Anyways,” The villain nudged forward a bag on the ground with their foot. “I wasn’t going to do anything with this. You can take it to the bank, or whatever.”

Cautiously, the hero picked up the stolen bag of money.

“You just robbed the bank because…?”

“I wanted to show you my letter.”

The hero chuckled. “That certainly was a method. I still have to take you to jail, you know.”

“Do you though?”

“Yes, Villain. Stealing is still a crime.”

The villain narrowed their eyes, turned, and ran.

And the hero let them, watching until they were out of sight.

They were glad they could convince the villain not to look for their secret Valentine. After all, the hero had many written and signed documents on file. If the villain decided to look, it wouldn’t be long before they could match up the words on the letter to the hero’s handwriting.

Slinging the bag over their shoulder, the hero sighed, wondering if they overdid it with the pink paper and the hearts.

No, the villain seemed to like it.

They’d keep that in mind for next year.

[sajra-savera]

CEO Boyfriend after a frustrating day : Some people really should know their place.

Girlfriend who sits on his lap to ask him about it : Well, I know mine. *grins*

[peppymintdreams]

barista gets hurt while them and elias finally go out for the first time again

Unexpected Trouble

Elias x Barista

It was supposed to be simple. After days cooped up in the safe house, Barista and Elias were finally allowed to step outside, enjoy a normal day for once. The sun was shining, the streets were busy with people going about their day, and everything felt... right.

Barista was practically bouncing with excitement, and Elias couldn’t help but laugh at how genuinely happy they were. A simple trip to the park, a café, maybe some window shopping—it didn’t matter. They were just two people enjoying a bit of normalcy.

They strolled through the city, Elias keeping an eye out, always a bit cautious, but allowing himself to relax just for a few hours. They laughed about trivial things, shared jokes and stories, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, away from the stress and danger of gang life.

After visiting a bookstore and grabbing some coffee, they decided to walk to the park. It was peaceful, a quiet escape from the bustling world around them. Barista was practically skipping ahead, marveling at how nice it felt to be outside in the fresh air, without the constant worry of being watched. Elias followed, hands in his pockets, just enjoying the moment.

It wasn’t until they reached a small bridge over a creek that things took an unexpected turn.

Barista, eager to explore, stepped onto the bridge to get a closer look at the water, leaning over the edge for a better view.

“Careful!” Elias warned, eyes flicking toward them. But it was too late.

Barista lost their balance, slipping on the wet edge of the bridge, and in the next second, they were stumbling forward.

"Elias!" Barista yelped as they flailed, their arms grasping desperately for something to hold onto.

Elias reacted without thinking, lunging forward to grab them, but the sudden movement caused him to lose his footing as well. The two of them tumbled onto the bridge with a crash, their combined weight sending them both sprawling.

Elias groaned, his body on top of Barista, both of them tangled in the mess of their fall. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the quiet rush of the creek below.

"You okay?" Elias asked, pushing himself up slightly to check on Barista. He looked concerned, his voice a mix of worry and frustration.

Barista blinked, dazed for a moment, then grinned up at him. "Well, I didn't exactly expect a romantic fall, but... yeah, I’m fine. Are you?"

Elias frowned, rubbing his head where it had hit the ground. “I should’ve caught you better,” he muttered, trying to push himself up. "You okay, though? Any bruises or broken bones?"

Barista rolled onto their side, wincing slightly but laughing. "I’m fine. Just a little scraped up... and maybe a bruised ego."

Elias sighed, standing up carefully and reaching out a hand to help Barista up. They both looked a little worse for wear—Barista had a scrape on their elbow, and Elias had a cut on his hand from the rough landing.

“Okay, this was not the fun outing I had in mind,” Elias said with a frustrated laugh. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Barista smiled, accepting his hand. "I’m really starting to think that going out with you means trouble." They looked at him teasingly. "Guess we’re just not meant to have normal days, huh?"

“Maybe,” Elias said, pulling them back toward the park bench so they could sit and catch their breath. "But at least we’re still alive to talk about it."

Barista leaned their head on his shoulder, their voice a little softer now. “I’d rather be here with you than anywhere else.”

Elias couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. “Yeah. Me too.”

They stayed there for a while, resting, the noise of the city around them fading into the background. No one had seen them fall, and no one had caused the trouble—it was just one of those moments where things didn’t go as planned.

But it was still worth it, in the end. Because sometimes, when you’re with the right person, even the unexpected mishaps are part of the adventure.