#nothing about it was enticing

[cherryplasmids]

forgot the mention that yesterday’s mystery movie was “fly me to the moon”. it was funny at some points but i fell asleep in the first half of the film 💀

[obstinateson]

visit

[senatortedcruz]

Totally agree with this but what’s even funnier is getting literal nonstop ads for Saudi tourism on Insta like their reputation is not still Gender Apartheid Country

[svamppp]

It's terrifying to be back at the place you promised yourself you'd never get to again

[floorpancakes]

i think constantly about what doumekis inner monologue would be like cause its like the one thing we DONT know other than when he's clearly saying exactly what he's thinking. most importantly i kind of want to know HOW he self narrates when he's in freak mode cause we have seen his visual pov but never directly inside his head and id pay every organ in my body to see that. actually i don't need to do that i can just think about it myself. but like. sometimes it slightly changes depending on the day itd be nice to get a clearer mental image of how exactly he freaks the fuck out

[flowercrowngods]

when the 1975 said “till then we’ll knock around and see if you’re all i need” and when they said “you look so alive do you fancy sitting down with me and see if you’re all i need?” and when they said “don’t you see me? i. i think i’m falling. i’m falling for you” and when they said “don’t you need me? i. i think i’m falling. i’m falling for you.” and when they said “on this night and in this life, i think im falling”. and when they said “according to your heart my place is not deliberate” and when they said “i don’t wanna be your friend. i wanna kiss your neck.”

[mainepdf]

anyway in other news i have started watching legend of vox machina!!

[h0neyfreak]

I’ve watched like 40 hours of diorama building content and not bought a singular item of dollhouse furniture/miniature foliage I need everyone to be SO PROUD of me rn

[arnold-layne]

i want to smoke SO BAD and i have no idea why my smoking experience is taking a few puffs from my ex’s cig and i never felt the desire to continue yet here i am CRAVING what the fuck

[cybotgalactica]

as a form of spiritual enrichment every creative who is chronically online needs to become absolutely maddeningly obsessed with a fandom/character/ship/etc. that has absolutely no content and no active fanbase until it knocks some sense into them re: expectations and attitudes about online engagement

[blairswldorfs]

btw have I told you guys that I've been on a random binge-watch of every Noora season of Skam/Skam versions?

[flavored-water]

Y'know one thing I want to complain about zenkaiger fandom is that no one told me about zox goldtweaker (NOR his pirate family!!!!) Granted I wasn't deliberately looking for zenkaiger posts but before I watched the show, every zenkaiger post I came across was either about kaito or stacey. You know what got me to finally watch zenkaiger? I saw twokaizer's shf on p-bandai, immediately fell in love, "holy shit I gotta watch whatever season this guy's in". About a week later I saw a piece of zox fan art and learned that this pirate man who apparently also sings and dances is the very same guy who transforms into twokaizer. THEN I watched zenkaiger.

[lightspren]

uuuuuuugh i’m back to the frustrating point of wanting to play video games but having played every game i like into the ground

so now i’m Spicy Bored (bored and extremely angry about it) and have no way to stop it

[prettybbychim]

man it’s so hard to find the desire to go to holiday dinners when every dish people bring has smth u can’t eat in it and u gotta bring ur own stuff like i got social anxiety for days already and now everyone’s looking at me asking questions and shit, and i feel. separate from everyone bc i can’t share what they’re sharing in u know

[dumbthiccbitch666]

i just don’t like myself n im very much over going thru the motions of life

[rinachains]

"Mhm, should I shave?"

Toji's question makes you look up from your phone, only to be greeted by the sight of him staring into the mirror, rubbing his hand along the lower part of his face, turning it from side to side.

You level him with a deadpan face.

"You ask this now? After I've already complained to you several times in the past weeks?"

Toji being lazy is nothing new, and while he does take good care of himself (most of the time), there are certain things he tends to put off - things like shaving. Selectively lazy, you called him once, and he just shrugged.

Over the course of a few weeks, he has grown a stubble, and while you don't actually mind the look - in fact, you find that he looks a little too good with it -, it scratches your skin whenever he kisses you, whether it is on your face or on other parts of your body.

Ignoring your remark, he makes his way to the couch you’re lying on, leans over the headrest and throws an arm around your shoulders, his lips coming close to your face; but before they can make contact with you, you put a hand against his face and push him away.

"Nope. You're shaving first."

Your partner exhales unnecessarily loudly and grabs your wrist to remove your hand from his face. He clicks his tongue as he throws his head back into his neck.

"Too tired."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah,” he replies, lazily scratching the subject of your disdain.

You cross your arms over your chest, purse your lips, and narrow your eyes. You set your phone aside as an idea pops into your head.

"Then I'll do it."

And that's how you end up in your shared bathroom, with him sitting down on a small stool – which makes for a ridiculous picture since his bulky frame can barely fit on it and you're afraid it's about to break under his weight - while you stand in front of him, applying some shaving cream to his stubble.

Toji is wearing a loose tank top that shows off the bulging muscles in his big arms and his defined pecs, and a pair of gray sweatpants - a supposedly thoughtless combination that he pulled out of his closet, but he is more than aware of the effect this look has on you.

You stifle a snort as you notice him subtly flexing his muscles, obviously enticing you to admire them.

You instruct him to stay still as you hold a sharp tool against his face - but as predicted, the insufferably touchy man grabs at your waist, massages your thighs, playfully pinches your sides - the asshole that he is, he wants to see you squirm and hear you yelp.

"I'm gonna accidentally cut you if you don't keep your hands to yourself," you grumble, trying to slap his hands away and rolling your eyes when they don't bulge from where they rest. "Seriously. Control yourself."

"Can you blame me?" Toji counters, his grin all smug and mischief glinting in his forest green eyes as he cocks his head, "I like it when you take care of me."

As if to further prove that statement, his arms wrap around the back of your knees, holding onto them in a stone grip. Your mouth falls open to scold him again, but the warmth of his touch makes you close it and go soft. Bastard.

“Y’know, you're not bad at this," he chimes in, raising a brow at you, "you've done this for other men before?"

"Oh yeah, just last week for boyfriend number two."

Toji grunts, mouth pressed into a flat frown.

"Not funny."

"You're the one who asked a stupid question," you sing, nodding in his direction. "Besides, I should ask if I'm the first one to do this for you."

"You are,” he immediately replies, "wouldn't let anyone else get that close to my face with that thing."

You hum, "So you trust me. How sweet."

He grunts, again. You're pretty close to making fun of his dad noises.

"Do you actually not like my stubble?"

"It tickles and burns when you kiss me."

"You'd get over it."

"I'll stop kissing you if you keep it."

"…You don't mean that."

"You know I do."

Once he missed picking up Megumi from daycare because he fell asleep in front of the TV; so you, as petty as you are, decided to deprive him of all hugs and kisses, and walked away the moment he approached you, tried to reach out and pull you into the confines of his strong arms. You managed to last a week before your resolve crumbled. You blame the fact that you were ovulating during that week and the dejected looks he kept giving you.

Averting his eyes to the side, he gestures to you with a wave, "Aren't y'supposed to love me the way I am?"

"Sure, but my love grows even stronger when I can kiss you without any damage."

“So I’m harming you with that? Way to make me feel bad, I liked the look.”

"Grown man," you mumble under your breath, moving his head to the other side with a bit more force than probably needed - but still careful, of course. "Be glad that I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, you'd probably walk around with a full beard."

At that he squints his eyes.

"What's wrong with that?"

"You'd look too much like a man."

His nose scrunches up, the corners of his mouth drop down - that's his grumpy face.

"What's that supposed to mean? I am a man."

"Yeah, my handsome, pretty man who doesn't have a beard that will give me a bad rash.”

A huff leaves him, only emphasizing his grumbling.

"...Whatever."

His head tilts, allowing you to carefully run the razor across the lower part of his face and the underside of his chiselled jaw. He leans into your touch, letting himself be vulnerable despite the supposed simplicity of the task.

You know what it means to be able to do that to him. It's not as insignificant as it might seem at first.

A few seconds of silence go by, but then, "Can I kiss you now?”

So needy.

When you first started seeing each other, Toji was all cocky and nonchalant, but when you finally got together, he started clinging to you, following you around like a lost puppy who refuses to let you out of his sight. It's endearing, you suppose - especially since you (and everyone else) didn't expect him to act this way.

"I'm not done yet."

All of a sudden he leans back to free himself from your grasp and get out of your reach, now holding both your wrists in his calloused palms as he stares directly into your eyes, forcing you into a silent debate. Finally, you let out a tired sigh, though you can't stop a grin from tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Okay, just one quick ki-"

Before you can finish your sentence, the plush of his lips meets yours and you melt into each other, not even noticing the shaving cream on his face transfer to yours. Instead of pushing him away this time, you instinctively deepen the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him nibble on your lower lip until he slowly pulls away.

His mouth twitches as he opens his eyes and zeroes in on a certain spot. A finger comes up to your face, wipes something away, and then shows the shaving cream on it that came from your face.

"Want me to shave your stubble too?"

The slap you give his broad shoulder doesn't move him a millimeter, but it makes him shake with laughter.

"Shut up."