#nat chat

[housedyke]

The thing about Buffy is that it's been thoroughly established that she doesn't do casual sex. She rejects guys in high school who move too fast too soon, is devastated when she find out there isn't anything emotional between her and Parker, and makes no non-magical attempt to sleep with people she isn't in a relationship with

So option 1 is that she's decided Spike, of all people, will be the first time she has casual, no-feelings sex. Or, option 2, she knows they have some weird fucked up relationship but doesn't want to say it out loud

[betterthansquidward]

please forgive me for mortal instruments posting in the year 2024 (i promise I grew out of this phase so many years ago) but garthy o'brien and magnus bane have kind of similar energy and i am o b s e s s e d with both of them

[nattousan]

i love people's willingness to get hype over dumb shit.

I was driving home today and pull up to a light. As i'm slowing down i 👁️👁️ lock 👁️👁️ eyes with the dude in the car next to me. I spring into action, this is the moment I've been waiting for.

Now, something you must know about me is I drive around with several small plastic 🦀crabs 🦀 on my dashboard, One: for the whimsy of it all and two: on the off chance i encounter another driver who i think could benefit from witnessing them.

This young gentleman was one such someone.

As i pull up, as previously stated, our eyes lock and I hold up one☝️ finger☝️

Perplexed by my unprompted gesticulation, the young man rolls down his window, "what the devil could this perfect stranger be about to tell me?" he might have been thinking.

I present a singular dashboard crab, green and brown, homely but not without its charm.

I study his reaction, grinning encouragingly. He's nodding, obviously intrigued by my plasticine crustacean.

I wag my finger and shake my head, removing the crab from view. Confusion again, but he leans forward, invested. I have him now.

I grab my second dashboard crab, a rotund white and brown crab, easily the most beautiful of my crabs as it sports large discernible claws of an attractive size and silhouette.

✌️ TWO ✌️ i tell him.

He's cheering now, and rightly so, as these are delightful little beasts that anyone would be happy to encounter. But now comes the clincher, time to seal the deal.

My finger wags once more. He's awestruck, I have him completely enraptured. If a car had come and smeared us both into the pavement we would not have noticed, so wrapped up in my display were we.

I bring out my showstopper: a bright pink spider crab with delicately long legs the likes of which had never before nor since been seen in mid afternoon traffic.

As emphatically as i can express, I display all three of my dashboard crabs to this man, three fingers pressed triumphantly to the glass.

the guy is losing it in his car, mouth wide in what i assume to be a primal shout of crab derived excitement. His arms are pumping so vigorously its shaking his stationary vehicle.

We sit there, sharing in a moment of mutual jubilation, and then the light changes, and we move forward in line. He drives off, honking his horn in rapturous exultation,

and we part ways, exactly the same perhaps but changed nonetheless.

🦀

[lottiessidehoe]

these photos need to be studied… they put sum in em

[natdrinkstea]

you all have got to get more whimsical

[im-trying-guys]

if there one thing about shadow it’s that that guy will have sisters

[mizuans]

back from the void. bringing gifts

[nattule29]

The benrius kid au !!!!

So...made this thing two weeks ago and dropped it. If I'm gonna continue this or not? idk maybe, might drop it, might redo it, might continue it, who knows

There's a fic under the line

summary: how they found Dhalia :/ about 1,140 words.

btw im not much of a writer and it's not proofread YOUVE BEEN WARNED!

Five years. It’s been five years since this dynamic duo finally came together after navigating denial, hurt, and confusion. Five years since Darius said, "I love you back without the bud."

Darius leaned his head against the newly purchased, yet still old, van, watching the trees blur past in a comforting silence beside his date.

"Beep beep!"

“What was that?”

“Nothing…”

“Ben, we’ve talked about this. You can’t wait until the last minute to fill up the gas tank.”

“Fine. There’s a gas station on the way home; I’ll stop there.”

“Good,” Darius said, leaning back against the window.

Ben released a resigned sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. He knew better than to argue against Darius; he’d probably jump out of the van if he did.

Tree after tree blurred by until Ben finally pulled into a quaint gas station café. He parked next to the pumps and got out, walking to Darius's side, he opened the car door like a true gentleman.

“Sir?” Ben teased, flashing a playful smile as he extended his hand to Darius. Darius rolled his eyes but took it anyway.

“What? Isn’t this what boyfriends do?” Ben quipped, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Darius felt his ears warm slightly at the word “boyfriend,” and he couldn’t help but smile.

"You're such a goof" Darius’s smile widened, and it lifted Ben’s heart,

Darius decided to head into the café, leaving Ben to take care of the gas tank.

Ben whistled to himself, glancing around, when suddenly he heard a thud followed by a hiss from the side of the café. His curiosity piqued.

“Compys…” he whispered, a hint of dread in his voice. He tried to focus on his task, but another sound caught his attention—a cry? He froze and walked toward the side of the café, where the noise was coming from. There, nestled beside a small, closed box, he spotted the compys scratching at it, drawn in by the faint cooing inside.

“Hey!” Ben shouted, swinging his arm to scare the pesky creatures away.

Ben cautiously opened the box to discover what the compys were so desperately after. His face twisted in shocked confusion as he gasped, “What the-!?”

𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌𓆈𓆌

"They sell a bunch of nasty compy meat!? So I didint get anything from the cafe, but we can cook up our breakfast for dinner…Hey, you okay?"

“I… I found a baby…” Ben stammered, holding the small cardboard box tightly in his hands, as if afraid it might disappear if he loosened his grip. The tiny creature inside peered up at him, wide-eyed and vulnerable.

Darius’s face twisted in puzzlement. “What do you mean you found a baby—” He leaned closer, peering over the box that Ben held so tightly. “Oh, wh—where did you!? Ben, whose baby is this?!” Darius exclaimed, his voice rising in surprise.

Ben’s shoulders shot up in a shrug, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “I don’t know! It was just there, behind the café!” He looked at Darius, searching for answers as panic started to creep in. His fingers tightened around the box as if he could somehow protect the tiny creature inside.

Darius took a step closer, instinctively reaching out as if to touch the box, but hesitated. “What if it’s hurt? We can’t just leave it here!” His brows knitted together in concern, glancing around as if expecting someone to come rushing out of the café to claim the baby.

Ben’s heart raced. “…so what do we do with it?” His shoulder slumped back down, the weight of the situation settling on him like a heavy cloak.

"I guess we take them home," Darius said, his voice steadying. "Figure out what to do when we get back home…they were obviously abandoned, so no point in finding the parent." He looked down at the tiny creature in sympathy, his expression softening.

“Are you sure?” Ben’s voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze darting from Darius to the baby. “What if it's parents—”

“We can figure that out later. Right now, we need to make sure it’s safe.” Studying the tiny creature peering up at them, its wide eyes glistening with innocence.

As they exchanged worried glances, Ben gently shifted the box closer to Darius. “Can you… can you hold it?”

Darius hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he took the box. “Okay, but let’s be careful.” He felt a rush of warmth and protectiveness swell in his chest, he tried to push it down.

“Yeah, like it’s made of glass,” Ben chuckled nervously, but his smile faded as he scanned their surroundings again. “What if someone sees us? What if they think we kidnaped a baby and-?”

“Ben, focus.” Darius’s tone was firm but gentle. “We’ll figure out the details later. Let’s get out of here first.”

Ben nodded, casting one last look at the café. A feeling of dread washed over him. They were stepping into uncharted territory, and he had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

___________________________________________

note- if I do continue this I'll continue this on ao3. I don't know if I'll stick with this story or change how they meet.

[searenbound]

Alpha Bakugou desperately jerking off so he can be near his favorite sidekick without dropping to his knees and begging to fuck them just this once.

A lust quirk is already a major problem for a hero to get hit with. Working in close proximity to an Omega who is so wildly off limits he convinced himself he didn’t want them anyways, is a nightmarish hell.

Worse is, it’s not even working. How is he supposed to make it through the next 48 hours without making a huge fool of himself?

[housedyke]

Spike would have loved Crimson Peak. He'd hear "love makes monsters of us all" and spend the next month fluttering around his crypt dramatically repeating his own knockoff version every time he and Buffy had sex and she'd have to pretend that she doesn't know he spends all his free time sneaking into the theater to watch it

[betterthansquidward]

phineas and ferb night of the living pharmacists 🤝 community epidemiology

[nattousan]

seeing trans people existing in public

the love in me sees the love in you

[sceletaflores]

omggg pls explain the "just love me and eat me" UGH IVE BEEN DYING TO READ IT PLSSS

the title is so captivating like 😵‍💫😵‍💫

AH OMG ANON TRUST I'VE BEEN DYING TO POST IT! thanks so much for asking about it!

this is my sub!logan fic title, and it's a line from the movie bones and all! with loml taylor russell as maren and timothee chalamet as lee. plus it's also directed by luca guadagnino, who's one my favorite directors ever!

spoiler alert even though it came out like two years ago lmao, but the two main characters are both cannibals and lee says that line to maren near the end of the movie.

i tweaked it slightly, the whole thing is “I want you to eat me. I want you to feed. It's the easiest thing, Maren, love. Just love me and eat me, bones and all."

i felt that this fit the vibe of what this fic has turned into over the course of like two days haha, because what started as a little exploration of logan’s softer, more submissive side somehow got wrapped up in this dark, messy passion—hence, the "just love me and eat me" part.

the whole fic plays with this raw intensity and that sense of desire that kind of burns at both ends. it’s a mix of logan’s vulnerability and this hunger, emotional and physical, that just needs to be fed.

let me quit yapping...but it's such a good movie! i highly recommend watching if you think you can stomach it :)

now say it with me...sneak peek!

A deep, slow breath escapes him, and something in his eyes softens just enough.You lean closer, your fingers trailing up his arm, over his shoulder, until they thread into the hair at the nape of his neck.  You smile softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. He sighs deeply, leaning into your touch like a dog starved of attention from its master. His grip on your waist finally tightens, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to feel that edge of need—the need to let go. “You’ve been taking care of me all day,” you murmur, scratching your nails along his scalp softly. “Now let me take care of you.” You feel him shudder, a weak groan bursting from his slack lips. His hazy eyes search your face, pupils blown out and seeping into the warm hazel color like an oil spill over a lake. You tilt your head, lips grazing the stubble on his jawline, moving slowly, deliberately, until you can capture his mouth in a kiss. It’s soft at first, gentle, but you feel him melt into it, the sharp edge of his restraint crumbling as he kisses you back with a kind of hunger that fuels you. Logan’s hands slide up your back, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as you take control, deepening the kiss, coaxing him further into the moment. His mouth is warm and urgent against yours, the scrape of his teeth along your bottom lip sends a thrill down your spine.  His lips move over yours with a reverence that makes your chest tighten, as if each slick glide of your lips is an apology, a promise, and a plea all rolled into one. But you don’t want his apologies. You want his surrender.

kisses!

[natdrinkstea]

anyone else going crazy about how suffering game gn has reunion tour in it apparently and THE NEXT BOOK IS GONNA BE BOTH STOLEN CENTURY AND STORY AND SONG AND IT'S THE LONGEST POSSIBLE GRAPHIC NOVEL THEY WERE ALLOWED TO MAKE.

[im-trying-guys]

Listen you can dislike any ship you want but please don’t come out here saying sonadow is a proship please tell me y’all know what cryosleep is

[albatris]

I worry my second quinn chapter's ending is a bit. much