#nvr quit

[omgisthatdevannn]

Jan 15, 2024

Work life is ⚙️ but life life is 💡 entonces, no me importa.

January Accomplishments to Hit:

Maintain 98% class grade

Find new representation

Line up SuperBowl Clients

Publish new website for Creem (follow if u haven;t uwu!)

Post on Insta, growth of 5-15% MtM.

[versacethotty]

OH RUBINA GIVE IT TO EM BABY

[cliffburton]

cliff burton

[notvil]

what’s the best song on alligator bites never heal the people wanna know 🎤 (also haiiii :3)

I WISH U COULD HAVE SEEN MY FACE WHEN I REALIZED THIS HAS BEEN ROTTING FOR A WEEK ALREADY IM SORRY DOBBY WILL DO BETTER !!!

hai :3 my favorite is bullfrog but nissan altima or catfish might just be the best. 🤍

[hanniedream]

quitting my job to become a full time fanfic reader so i can give my beloved fic writers the reblogs and comments they deserve!!!!!

[tfshouldidohere]

i saw this video on instagram and i wanted to tell you i love your tan skin so much it’s so pretty baby my pretty baby mi amor

AND WHAT IF I CRY HUH ?????

[rosewinelonging]

its a pathetic sight.

roxy whines beneath dirk, writhing against his hold. shes crying. its almost hard to tell whether is consensual, dirks constant reminders of how much he wants it, her obsessive need for child, it did little to quell the unease in your chest. you almost want to remind him that youre here, as much as a child that shell ever need. you dont. you continue to watch roxy in silence. her hoodie was pushes up, the bandages around her chest ripped, her tits spilling out. pressed into the ground like this, you could almost imagine if she really was pregnant-

you cut that thought off. its a dangerous road for a woman like you.

“father.” he hates when you call him that. you dont really care. he barely spares you a glance, so you repeat yourself louder this time.

he looks up, a small twitch in his brow to show his annoyance on his otherwise still face. “what.”

you take a moment to consider before settling on, “roxy is a very pretty girl.” he hums and adds nothing else. unusual. you continue. “dont you think this a bit much?”

the consideration feels heavy in your chest, wrong. he levels you a look that makes your gears whir and your circuts fizzle. another reminder of how much of you is his. you look back to roxy. shes shaking, tears stream down her face, only visible because he has a hand buried in her hair, has her head pulled back. you follow the forceful bend of her neck with your eyes. he doesnt want her. the thought makes you angry, if you could be angry. if he wanted her she wouldnt be like this. you wouldnt treat her like this.

dirk hasnt stopped moving, rocking into her. until he does. he stills and he looks you in the eyes and you know.

he gets up when hes done, doesnt spare her another glance, keeps his narrative gaze locked on yours. you make no movement. roxy is sprawled on the floor, filled with his cum. she wanted it after all. you clench and unclench your hands and do nothing but stare.

[redmagicflower]

lord

[arcaneanarchist]

the concord bad design hate has always squigged me out like some of the designs do suck but the loudest ppl talking about it have been the I'll fucking kill you if you make Lara Croft's boobs even a pixel smaller types u know?

[strawberryseeded]

as a reader i LOOOVE going thru the comment section of different fics of a particular ship & bumping into the same faces (aka pfps) over and over.... we sure enjoy this brand huh

[dreamertrilogys]

Hello sorry to bother ik this is very random and out of nowhere but i am not out to any family or any friends so i don't have anyone else to ask and the internet isn't really helping either and you came to mind so that's why i went to ask i hope that's ok but i recently acquired myself a binder in secret and overall it fits quite well (there's a lot more pressure than i'm used to on my chest and the first time i put it on my heart started pounding really hard and i can't put it on well. Stepping into it is impossible and over the head is very difficult also, but other than that it's fine) but it does dig into my skin quite a little under the armpits and i'm kind of freaking out about it have you encountered such problems too and is that normal or does that mean i should buy a size bigger? Really sorry to barge in but i'm really freaking out and idk what to do :'( the internet says that buying a binder that's too small can cause serious issues so i'm like a little scared right now ... Again sorry to bother and thank you in advance ❤

hey ! don’t worry abt bothering me i promise u aren’t. as for the binder i’ve never personally encountered such issues myself but from what i can tell it does seem like it might be too small for you unfortunately :(. maybe check out the company’s return policy, sorry </3

[austintheninja]

for speedythecat

[vagabond-umlaut]

it's easy to ferry souls, not carry them

deep down in the realm of the netherworlds, there exists a rower who transports deceased souls from the land of living to the land of dead-

and occasionally lends an ear and a hand, in the event of yet another collision between their weary queen and her just as cheery suitor...

[uraume deserves a raise.]

▸gojo satoru x fem!reader; the tale of kore!gojo & hades!reader w a guest appearance by charon!uraume; uraume is a very nice parental figure to you [ooc!uraume but ehh]; the reader is honestly so sweet and hot-tempered...; the cutest doggy cerberus too is there!!!!; gojo satoru must be his own warning...; uraume does not like gojo [no parent [blood-related or not] actually wld]; fire hazards; 2k wc

▸ i've nvr read percy jackson and wtv i wrote here is based on my shaky knowledge of greek myths and stuff 😁😁 anyways, this header's from pinterest, these dividers are by @benkeibear and the characters used ain't mine. pls do not plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

▸ belongs to series 'wreaths of asphodel' – same universe as the work 'hey, where is the pomegranate tree?' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

"why is kore so set on marrying me, uraume?"

it isn't the ask itself which causes the rower to nearly lose grip of their oar– but the way it is spoken: soft, solemn and faintly tense. they look away from the endless expanse of the styx before, to find you staring at your reflection in the inky waters, features unnaturally crumpled.

uraume holds back a frown. "has her majesty considered asking the god the same?"

"i have asked him," you mumble, "but i did not receive any conclusive answer in return. the imp was being too vague– must be a trait learnt from those shifty nymphs always sticking to his side."

if your faithful follower detects anything except dislike in your words, they make no mention of it. merely humming as they continue to row the boat, "and may this servant know the question her majesty asked the god?"

"two," you mumble even more clumsily now; they take a beat to grasp it, too concerned by the way you drape yourself over the edge, nearly falling into the water as you say, "i asked him two questions— one, if he loves me; two, if he wants to have children should we get married."

shock must not be uraume's first reaction to these queries, yet it is— and for a moment, it isn't you sitting there anymore.

instead, it is a little girl, no older than seven or eight years, cherubic face fixed in a look of deep concentration and fascination while the rower narrates to her stories from times millennia ago–

only for the child to morph into a young lady– no, goddess– the very next beat... slouched under a regal cloak too heavy for her shoulders, under a royal crown too large for her head... that sweet innocence of childhood nothing but traces now, having been withered by the foul, dirty politics of those damned deities high up on that mountain—

"what answers did the olympian offer her majesty?"

"he said he would love me and sire my children if that is what i want— i asked if he wished anything out of our union— he said all he wanted is to be my husband–"

something between a frustrated sigh and an exhausted scoff erupts from you, becoming an opaque fog the moment it hits the frigid air of the underworld. uraume plucks the oar out the water to come sit next to you, letting the boat be driven by magic.

"you're worried," they state, forgoing all formalities in favour of giving you some much-needed comfort. you never much cared for stations anyways, quite unlike your elder brother, the former king.

"an unfamiliar friend poses more risk than a familiar enemy, uraume," you mutter, resting your head on their shoulder, "why do you think kore wishes to marry me so much, if not out of love or the prospect of the powerful offsprings we might beget?"

"marriage is not solely for love or for procreation," the rower starts to explain, mildly amused before it grows into sympathy at your baffled expression.

ah, they muse fondly, not unlike a parent watching their child witness the world seemingly the first time ever since they learnt to walk, you who presides over something as profound as death yet knows not of the trivialities of life...

"it can also be for many other reasons like–"

the remainder of the words skitter away from uraume— cerberus is playing with gojo.

the fierce guard of the netherworlds, the three-headed hound, loyal and dutiful to a fault: hades' dearest canine companion is frolicking with the god of life in a green meadow, that most certainly was not there so close to the stygian marsh, when they last—

"gojo is laughing," your remark draws them away from their musings, only to find a changed shadow over your countenance— pensive yet not thinking at all; almost as if you too are floating in the stale air of your kingdom akin the soft flower petals...

another ring of raucous laughter pierces the silence, mingled with a delighted series of barks— cerberus is busy licking gojo's face now, the olympian reduced to a puddle of giggles as he scratches behind the dog's ears.

his happiness so clear in the stretch of his grin and the crinkle of his eyes, very much the jarring contrast to the last time—

oh. oh, oh, oh–

"escape," the word leaves uraume in a sudden moment of realisation, as quiet as a breath but loud enough for you to whip your head back to face them, confusion engraved into your scowl. "escape?? what is that supposed to mean, eh?"

the rower feels their lips lift into an infrequent smile. "the god of life wishes to marry you to escape— from his mother, or from his many suitors, or perhaps from mount olympus itself."

"wha– how– hah," you breathe out a disbelieving little huff, "that is simply ridiculous. have you even heard yourself? that is ridiculous."

used to such resistance from yourself, even more from your brother, they move to state their points, only to beaten by you as you persist to speak.

"no one in their right mind will decide to come live in the underworld, no matter how overbearing their mother or insistent their suitors are. have you seen this place? it's too, too unlike the lushness of the earth or the grandeur of the heavens he has experienced. and–" you add, a harsh laugh accompanying it. "gojo satoru is a god. a fish might leave the water— but a god never steps a voluntary foot down that horrible mountain. never."

"but the olympian never truly lived on mount olympus," uraume says once they're sure you've completed your tirade, "and you are a goddess as well. why do you speak so ill of the heavens then?"

"why?" you echo the word. they nod, hoping you take the bait they've intended for you. you do.

"why, because that place is nothing but a shining apple with a rotten core!! everything is polished marble and glittering gold there. people constantly wave at each other, lavishing smiles and praises like there is no tomorrow. everything is so warm and bright— what a bunch of lies and liars!"

familiar fire burns in your aura, the immense heat making the waters erupt into boiling— uraume uses their powers to cool the river down, lest anything disturbs you.

you're too far gone in your rage to be shaken, however, continuing:

"but it never can hide the grime and dirt accrued beneath such shine and sheen. nor the vicious minds and crooked hearts of those deities up above– what lame excuses of gods and goddesses, hah. and you might think me to prefer the light and warmth up there— you will be sorely wrong, my dear uraume!! i much prefer the genuine darkness and frigidity of my beloved kingdom to the faux comfort of the awful mount olympus—"

"is there no possibility the god of life too despises mount olympus for these same reasons, milady?"

you open your mouth and close it, then open it again to let out a very aggrieved whine– momentarily transporting uraume to your younger days. the rower merely chuckles when you punch their arm lightly.

"you're the worst, uraume," you cry, getting up and moving to sit on the other end of the boat. the rower too rises but only to resume rowing the boat by the oar.

"you never spoke this way when sukuna was the ruler— only because his baby sister is the ruler now, and you think she is very stupid—"

"as much as i respect and revere lord sukuna, he wasn't one to listen to anyone else," uraume interrupts gently, "you do, though– which is why i spent so much time telling you this. i hope you did not mind."

"hey, no," you immediately wave away their concern with a wide grin, eliciting a smaller one from the latter, "i could never..."

another peal of laughter and barks rings through the otherwise-quiet. you abruptly trail off, the same conflicting expression from before on your face yet again. though not without a spark in your eyes, uraume notes, almost as if you're slowly learning how to solve the puzzle who is repeatedly offering himself to you.

uraume keeps the silence you initiate, choosing to row the boat while you keep staring at the assortment of hues near the stygian marsh...

until you call their name and declare, an odd firmness in your smile, "well then, it is decided. i shall allow gojo to stay here for as long as the god so wishes to, escaping whatever or whoever he is escaping. and i shall protect him from the latter, should it ever come for him."

a beat. your smile falls into something graver. "would it be better if i swore by the dread water of styx, uraume?"

"uh, um," the rower finds themselves at a loss of words, the first time in seemingly forever, and they have been around since titanomachy– but before they can recover themselves enough to formulate a proper reply, a giggly voice joins in—

"well, if my rose does that, i would consider myself the most blessed amongst all mortals and immortals!"

— and the waters surrounding the boat shoot upwards in a scathing geyser-like jet and steam— the ferocious queen of the netherworlds visibly torn between remorse and terror, as they offer uraume a stiff nod and gojo a horrified look, before vanishing in a wisp of fog.

the boiling waters of the river styx calm down only after a twenty-minute-long struggle by uraume, joined at the very end by gojo.

the latter looks positively delighted, when the former collapses to the bottom of the boat, exhausted beyond belief. "hey, charon. was that a result of your queen getting flustered by me, huh?"

yes, it was. it very much was, the sentences nearly slip past the tired rower's crumbling defences... until it hits them– who they serve, and who they don't.

uraume decides to throw back a glare and a lie. "her majesty was not flustered, lord kore. she was enraged at how you invaded the privacy of her weekly boat ride, intended to make her relax."

"oh, puh-lease," the god makes a face. the rower is certain he would have been punished in the pits of tartarus for all eternity, then some more were he to pursue you this way during your brother's reign, let alone disrespect you thus.

ignorant and insolent, he continues, "in few days time, i'll be allowed into the privacy of her living quarters; what is the privacy of her boat th—"

"you're lucky you did not make such outrageous remarks in front of the queen," uraume cuts him off, none too kindly nor gently, "if you did, her majesty would have certainly burnt you along with the boat to a crisp–"

"i know," comes the defeated reply within the instant. and while gojo is still not in uraume's good graces, the latter decides to notch him a level higher, considering the god of life accepts their queen's powers.

not many do.

he strikes a pathetically pitiful figure, uraume reckons, seeing him sit then slouch on the bench. "was she serious when she said she would protect me?"

your loyal subject nods, certain and solemn. "yes, she was. the queen is never careless when it comes to making promises."

"oh, that's reassuring," gojo says quietly— only to recline even further in the very next beat– an anguished, grating wail tearing from him to the stifling silence looming near the stygian marsh. uraume wonders if it is worth it to steer the boat towards acheron... then push him into its waters of woe...

they decide against it on catching the desperation worn by the god.

for all it is, it might nothing more than a ploy. yet something tugs at their mind to pause and listen when gojo howls, "why does my rose always scurry away after tilting my world on its axis? why does your queen always torment me like this, charon?"

uraume stares pensively at their face in the sacred waters of styx for a while. then heaves a mighty sigh.

certain, this exchange between the goddess of the dead and the god of life will impact not only your and gojo's respective worlds— but the general world and everyone else in it, as well.

did you know, in the actual greek myths, persephone was never called so before her marriage to hades? she got it only after, w the name meaning "bringer of death". her initial name was kore, referring to her being a maiden & the spring goddess.

the river styx was called the "dread river of oath" by homer– in both the iliad and the odyssey [greek epic poems], swearing by its waters is the "greatest and most dread oath for the blessed gods" -> this shows how serious the reader is towards ensuring gojo's safety and freedom, and how deeply this affects gojo as well [source: wiki 😇]

also: the reader is totally ready to jump into the water to swim away when she realises gojo was listening in on her conversations- but then she remembers she can js vanish away and so she does js tht— the queen of the underworld, and of escaping, hehe

also also: the reader is slightly jealous when she is talking of the shifty nymphs always sticking to gojo's side. [uraume identifies it; you think it is js your usual dislike to such frivolous things and ppl as flowers and nymphs etc.] [hades is emo imho 😊]

▸ masterlist

[willsolace-loml]

regulus headcanons??

yay!!!!!

-taller than sirius by like 2 inches (5ish centimeters i think) and sirius is so bitter, reg holds it over him constantly "whoevers shorter has to buy the other ice cream!!!!"

-i LOVE trans regulus, (cuz one js think of the tragic story with his family) so thats another one

-sirius got him an art kit for his 11 birthday before he went to hogwarts and regulus still has it to this day and uses it almost every week, whenever he has art block he takes out the kit and draws smth simple till he has an idea

-his favorite artists are chloe ament (he finds her calming, and im projecting cuz shes my favorite) he likes yungblud (though hed nvr admit that to barty) and phoebe bridgers (ofc shes so reggie vibes)

-every so often he gets super super busy and doesnt have time to cut his hair, he normally keeps it short, like medium length around his face, he'll ket it grow to like lower than his shoulders (black family hair grows at like 2x speed) and people are always confusing him with sirius

-james once when up to him when his hair was long thinking he was sirius, "hey pads do u know where regulus is, i need him for something" and regulus turns around ajd james fully stops then goes "holly fuck, u should keep ur hair longer more often" completely out of breath

-he secretly LOVES theatre. james got him into it, he doesnt want to be in a musical or anything, js likes watching it

-he and sirius are both classically trained in ballet, sirius quit but regulus stayed with it, at least till he was abt 15-16, hes still rlly good, js not in a companfy anymore

theres probably more but im brain dead with a migraine rn

[sparklingcid3r]

literally love darry and thinking abt wut couldve been for him is heartbreaking but wut do u think soda was like in hs seeing darry as the golden child and hella smart/successful? tbh i dont rly see him as tht jel bc soda himself nvr rly wanted to play sports or hang w socs? but do u think any teachers compared them?

Honestly yeah you’re right, Soda wasn’t ever jealous of Darry being smart or a stud, mostly because Soda never needed to be that the same way Darry did. Soda was pretty well-liked just because he was funny and handsome, but he was def “greaser popular.”

Absolutely I think a lottt of teachers saw the name “Curtis” behind Sodapop’s and went “Oh, you’re Darrel’s brother? He was such a joy to have in class.”

And in the beginning, Soda really did try to live up to the legacy of his brother, but when it became clear that he didn’t take to school or learning the way Darry did, those same teachers called it quits on him and moved on to the next student. It used to bother him, but he was lucky enough to have a lot of love at home and with his friends that it never weighed him down significantly. Not saying it’s a good thing, but he just accepted at some point that he was “stupid” when it came to school, and he was eventually just the guy interrupting class with all the stupid shit he pulled and ppl ate it up every time.

The difference between Soda and Darry in high school was that Soda never had to hide who he was, never understood the idea of hiding it either. It never caused any real tension between them, maybe Soda had to deal with other greasers complaining about Darry to him, maybe he had to deal with his own feelings of his brother being good enough to hang out with Socs, but I think Soda’s too emotionally intelligent to get genuinely upset or angry with Darry.

Ty for the ask!

[fyolovrr]

"My sweets! D:"

guys im finally back. i left for almost a year and kinda forgot abt this acc 😓BUTTTT dww im backk !! and im back with a new way diff thought. i nvr wrote abt this before but hear we go.. smth new !! :3 gojo. yup. thats it. gojo!!!!! hes sooooooo hsjshuduesjf. also, srry dudes, this is sfw cuz i physically cant write nsfw... (havent wrote in a yr)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

A loud sigh leaves your lips. Your eyes meet with his bright(almost scary) blue eyes. "Quit looking at me like its my fault you dropped your diabete influenced snacks." Your voice breaking the silence. A loud, almost offended gasp leaves your so-called-boyfriend, Satoru's mouth. "But it is your fault! You made me hold your bag!" He whines on with that infamous pout on his pretty, pink lips. How could you ever stay mad at someone so cute? right? ...right? (if u say no he'll cling to you for ages.) Another loud, exaggerated sigh leaves your lips. At this point youre rubbing your temple. On your way back to your home, Satoru decided it was a good idea to snatch your bag and "balance" (as he called it) his new box of sweets. Of course, this didn't end well. While looking through your purse, he ended up dropping his sweets, leaving you in this situation.

"No, you basically snatched my purse from me, asking if I had candy." Another loud gasp leaves his precious lips. "Nuh uh!!" Was the only response that came, making you giggle.

"You're such a baby, you know that?" You say and pat his shoulder, trying to some how comfort him. He only gives you a funky, sad look and lets out a veerrryyyy looongg sigh, flopping onto the comfort of your couch. "well... since YOU made me drop my delicious, gorgeous, delectable chocolate, you need to give me cuddles. Right now." He says with a silly pout. Of course you cant deny him of cuddles. (you want them to, dont lie.) You reach over and wrap your arms around him, placing a soft kiss on his forhead, earning a grin and breathy giggle from him. His larger arms wrapping around your body, rubbing the soft skin on your waist.

. . . . . ╰──╮ ♡ ╭──╯ . . . . .

idk if you can tell, but idk how to end it so yall js cuddle to death ig :3