#of knowing that no matter how clean it is it cant be Organized it will never Look clean or presentable

[rupertholmes]

i think if you grew up in my household you would have put a gun to my mom and dad's heads already

[itsalwaysdark]

okie anyways its my bedtime before i start to freak our too hard abt everything. lets all hope and wish together that the water will come back on tomorrow and i can take a shower and everything will be happiness forever

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom making fun of my room but she cannot appreciate how hard it is to keep a room organized when you have 1 shelf and 1 nightstand and no other table space

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

The Salesman | SFW alphabet + being obsess with his wife

Can be read as part of this

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Warnings: Parts with Suggestive things - Obsess!Salesman - Wife!Reader - Possessive!Salesman - Grammar mistakes -

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The Salesman its not someone who usually shows affection or gets said feeling towards anyone. In fact for most years he thought he was unable to feel such a thing.

But then you came into his life and shattered that thought. He ended stalking you around Seoul, getting to know you before he did a first approach. He called it fascination at first, but when he finally got to know you for real he fell hard for you.

His ways of showing affection are quality time together, since he has some complicated hours at work he looks out for things you two can do together. Avoids the places where he usually goes.

Words, he loves calling you cute nicknames and telling you how well you did something. No matter what it was he makes a big deal out of it.

Contact, if he could take you everywhere with him, he would. He needs to have you by his side, being able to touch you its a must. He needs one kiss from you for his day to be good.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Most likely you two would be friends if you two used to work for the Organization and shared the same twisted dark mind set back then.

Like that he is a chaotic one, he does not like breaking the rules, in fact he lives by them. But would push your limits both inside the island and outside.

If you two worked as recruiters then you two would have friendly competitions on who can get more peopel into the games and bet on them once the games starts.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

YES. He is a big softie for his wife. After a long day of seeing the kind of peopel he hates the most he comes home needing you. 

Will drag you to either the bed or the expensive couch the saw you seeing one time and got it for you, cause why not? The best for his wife.

Will hug you from behind, let his head fall on your shoulder and whisper how much he loves you and how happy he is with you.

If you two lay down then he would like to have you pressed against his chest, facing him so he can give you small kisses or being the small spoon so he can hug you against him and act as a shiled from the world.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

THIS MAN SAW YOU AND WAS ALTERADY PLANNING THE WEEDING.

He is actually good at both. He likes to keep his home clean and prefers food that he made himself. However he cant compare his coking skills with yours. After the first time he tried your food he was unable to make himself food again. Why ? Because yours its just better!! And dont ask him to eat fast food, he hates it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oh sweet you, he would NEVER break up with you.

If for some reason you start to act strange and distant yourself from him he will gashlight you and blame you, manipulating the situation on his favor so you would feel bad for even think about it.

No. He needs you like his lungs needs air, he cant and wont ever let you go. He would destroy your personal life first so you would have no one to reach for.

You are his light and muse, he wont let you go.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

FAST. As I said he saw you and he was planning the weeding.

Even if he wants to get married fast he would work himself to be seen as a proper future husband. If you have friends then he would act as a gentlemen and even make them jealous of you. Your family would love him to no end, and would joke about when the weeding will be.

Your mom/dad may beg you to marry him since he is a good man and wants the best for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

SFW: SOFTIE. Loves to hold you close, smell your perfume and have your hands around him. It helps him ground himself down when he is too stressed.

Emotionally he is complicated, for you he is a open book at least with his feelings of devotion towards you. He is very vocal by how much he cares for you and how happy you make it. When it comes to personal matters, mostly his work he prefers to keep you in the dark about it. He does not want you to see him any different.

NSFW: At first in order to not scare you away he would be gentle and vanilla with you in bed. Then he would slowly introduce you to his depraved and dark side of it.

Does he manipulate you into giving in? Yes, yes he does. But you wont ever notice it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes them, his hugs are short but with full of meaning. He likes to give you one during the mornings and at night.

Its a routine he has, he needs to at least give you one during the day.

On special times his hugs will be longer, maybe in your anniversary, he will hold you in his arms against his chest letting you listen to his heart beat.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

In is mind, he tells you the L word just days after starting dating you, or even while he stalked you.

He knows he loves you, but wants you to say it to him first so he can respond pulling all his heart in these words.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets easily jealous, not because he does not trust you. But because he wants you all for himself.

Not only does he gets jealous over strange males, but over your friends too.

If he feels like you are passing too much time with them, then he will use his charm to keep you away from them.

If things gets more serious...then he will just make them dissapear, he may torture them or take two at times and makes them play a deadly game but the catch is..no one has a chance of winning.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh! His kisses are full of love and passion, his favorite spot its defenetly your lips. He loves to kiss them till they end all red and puffy.

Your neck is another place, he likes to leave both, small kisses and long ones in order to leave marks behind.

He likes to be kissed by you on his lips, neck, cheeck and hands. The last one its his personal favorite since it makes him feel less of a monster...or does not care what he does as long as you like his hands.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Actually no.

He can fake around kids that are not his but he does not want kids with you.

He wants to live a long life with you and only you. He wants your attention only on him.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Depends on how the night activities went.

Sometimes he lets you sleep while he gets ready but he finds you making him breakfast. Thats a thing that always happen.

If he feels like he wants to spend more time with him then he would ask you to shower with him, and help him dress for the day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Depends on how he wants the night to go and and what time he gets back.

If he comes early and just wants to spend quiality time with you, you two would watch a movie or talk for a bit.

And if he wants to do another tnings...well you two are in for a long time.

If he comes home late then he would prefer you to be asleep, since he still has to shower and other things.

But you usually wait for him awake or wake up once he gets in, you like to see his tired face light up when he sees how much you worry over him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Its complicated. He likes how you see him and only know of his depraved side when it comes to sex.

He may twist the truth about his past and what he does for work, maybe with a few years he will reveal something more, but nothing that would scare you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has much patience, needs it for his work and it traslates to your relationship. Its not like you can do more to break his patience, he deals with worse things.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers every single detail.

Even since he stalked you and got all your personal information, its like his second life.

What you like and dislike, what type of music, food, colors and activities, he remembers all of it.

Its impossible for him to forget a single detail when it comes to you.

He remembers your the special dates, from the first time he saw you to the first date you to had.

Your anniversary date its printed on his mind, you will find the most romantic dinner waiting for you, the most relaxing day just for you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment its one centrain day, the day you told him you loved him.

It was a sunny day of spring, both of you were walking around a park, seeing the flowers and nature as well as other couples.

He had stopped to buy you some sweet and was enjoying seeing you munch over them.

"You know, we have been dating for some time now" You said to him, stopping to look up at him.

Taking a deep breath you added "And I cant keep this hide from you anymore, I love you, I have never feel loved like this before. And I have never loved someone so much before, it makes my heart feel heavy in a good way. And I want you to know it, I love you"

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective over you.

While he knows the organization wont do anything to you unless you do something to interfer with the games he feels at ease with that.

He does not trust the people.

He hacks your phone so he can know where you are at all hours. Has cameras at his home and a security system in case someone breaks in.

He even teachs you to use a gun and fight just in case.

(Having you around him its just a plus)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

LOTS. Each date, anniversary and gift suprasses the last one.

He will ask you what you biggest dream is and make it come true. Gets you the best gifts and take you to the most fancy and fun dates.

Even once you two are married he likes to still take you out like old times.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He is:

A stalker.

Manipulative

Gaslighter

Possessive

Control freak but hides it.

He is a red flag, a walking one. But even that he gets all softie for you, his dear wife.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Well, he knows he is good looking and likes to take care of how he looks. But only for you.

Wants to look handsome and well dress for you. Does not care if he catches the eyes of others, he just wants you to look at him and tell him how good looking he is.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Totally. He never felt complete before, always alone and going on with his days. He never cared if he felt lonely, not till he met you from afar and then for real.

To him, you are his soulmate, his other half, his human side and lover. The one who grounds himself and brights his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you have a special plush to sleep with, he gets jealous of it. Even if he got you the plush himself.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Honestly if he ends being obsess with you he may ignore whatever thing he may dislike from you.

Does this mean he would not try and change you? Oh no, he would.

Something he dislikes is disobedience , if he tells you to not ask about his work he expects you to do as told. You cant follow, you cant enter his office...

Thats what he hates the most.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Before meeting you, he would sleep six hours. And thats it. His nights are plagued with nightmares and lots of times he would wake up before his alarm and look outside the window, towards the dark till the sun comes out and the lights of other houses starts to get on.

But once he meets you, he becomes a heavy sleepier, he loves to cuddle you during the night, with you by his side his nightmares are gone. His six hours passed to be eight hours, more if he feels greedy and want to stay besides you some more.

[summertimesadnessirl]

I started cooking everything from scratch in high school so I didn't have to think. Cornbread. Then toast the cornbread. Don't like it, let's bake bread instead. Half a dozen boiled eggs. Three kinds of potatoes- au gratin with bacon and sour cream and mashed potatoes with cream with the skin dotting them. Regular and vegetarian gravy. Pumpkin cheesecake and berry crumble. Stuffing still isn't right let's buy onion hard rolls and seed bread and toast it. Boil rosemary in the potatoes. There are never enough vegetables what about roasted squash? Wild rice? Cooking and cooking and cooking until I fell over.

I hate being idle.

This may be a traumaversary, but hypervigilance makes me excellent at speed bingo and competitive solitaire. The Memories engulf me, old pains haunt me, I win $15. I can buy several consolation gas station cappuccinos with this. Work smarter, not harder.

[xxbl33d1ngb0y2xx]

y’all i need to rant about something that’s been bothering me but it’s going under a cut because it’s basically the start of an essay draft atp but if y’all wanna read my ramblings about ableist misunderstanding of teens with drug addictions press the silly button

i feel like a big reason why the “don’t do drugs because they’re bad for ur health” middle school health class shit doesn’t fucking work is that the people saying that have no idea why people get addicted

people who have never had addictions to drugs and just like society in general has this fucked up idea that “a stupid kid with no real problems tries drugs to be cool and then ruins their life over it” when that’s not how addictions fucking happen

usually it’s a person who already has a lot of trauma, mental health problems and a whole host of other very real and difficult issues. i’m an addict teen and i have never ever been peer pressured into drugs by my friends or classmates. (not saying that doesn’t happen, but that it’s played up in media while other issues are ignored) the more realistic way people get into drugs is that we already know the likely consequences at least conceptually and we do it anyway because it’s a coping mechanism that works in the moment. we use because we feel we have no other way to feel better, we don’t view it as a way to be cool or a fun thing to do

teens who get addicted, generally, know what they’re getting into and cant care because of the sense of worthlessness we already feel towards ourselves and our lives that lead to using in the first place. i knew alcohol would kill my liver before i started drinking, i know abusing prescription drugs and opiates could permanently damage my brain and that nicotine would probably give me lung cancer. i knew i had a history of both cancer and addictions in my family, but none of this mattered to me when i started using. i also knew, from every adult shoving it down my throat, that drugs can ruin your life over what’s only temporary relief and this mattered even less. when i bought my first bottle of percocet at thirteen, i couldn’t give a flying fuck about the health of my organs or the trajectory of my life. i desperately needed that “temporary relief” in order to live through a school week.

i wanna make it clear i’m not condoning drug use, and if you’re a teen in a bad situation who hasn’t yet gotten into drugs please try to avoid it as much as you can. i’m just saying that people need to have more compassion for teen addicts and all addicts for that matter, and we need better understanding of addiction. if we only look at it from a surface level and constantly villainize drugs then we are doing a terrible job at preventing addictions. (this is not a hypothetical. we are)

there’s also a major aspect of privileged ignorance to the way non-addicts talk about addiction. if you’ve never been in a situation where you needed a coping mechanism such as drug abuse, of course you won’t understand why people use. it’s similar to a point i’ve seen a lot on here, that the saying “suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem” doesn’t work in practice because it only applies to people who have the luxury of their problems being temporary at all. a lot of us do not have that privilege.

addiction and suicide often go hand in hand, but also act as a fork in the road for severely struggling teens. for a long time, the substances i was addicted to kept me alive. i chose the “temporary relief” our health teachers love to devalue and villainize over the “permanent solution” that gets similar treatment. i’m now recovering from opioid and alcohol addiction and im about two months clean. im proud to be in recovery and dont want to go back to drinking and using but i also dont regret my years of heavy drug use because i fucking survived those years by the skin of my teeth, my own strength and my drugs.

i didn’t become an addict as a barely teenaged kid because i thought it was cool, i became an addict because i didn’t know how to stay alive if i had to live with my unaltered brain and my life circumstances. nothing that was taught to me about temporary relief and liver damage and criminal records and driving laws and peer pressure could have prevented that because 1) none of it addressed any root causes of addiction and 2) going back to the suicide point, it was all geared towards privileged kids who likely wouldn’t ever be in the type of situation where their problems are temporary and unsolvable. most adults assume that all kids and teens are that lucky, especially upper middle class white adults who are absolutely ignorant to the reality that there are actually children going through tougher shit than they have as grown adults. to them, drugs are evil, kids are dumb, and life is fucking simple.

i can’t go back in time and find out what might have actually prevented my addictions but i can propose some ideas. first of all, we need to stop the ableist rhetoric that addiction is a choice. it’s a mental illness and it’s a coping mechanism. addicts are not evil. full stop, no debate. secondly, we need to offer other actual options for teens with disabilities, mental health issues, abusive home lives, etc. the hard truth is that even though drugs really can ruin your life, they are also more reliable than most school therapists. if we don’t want kids to turn to drugs (and this also goes for self harm, eating disorders, and a lot of other shit) then we need to give them a place they can turn to.

adults frame drugs, and, by extension, addicts, as “the demon plaguing our youth” when in reality their lack of support and understanding is probably the biggest cause of not just teen addiction but a lot of other mental health related problems becoming more prevalent. if your 8th grade student would rather turn to a bottle of pills than their counselor or parents then that’s not a problem with the kid and it’s not the fault of what their taking, it’s the institution that is failing to support that child.

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　TRANSFORMERS x gn reader

　　　　『　hound ,, drift ,, rewind ,, first aid ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> household activities

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, comfort

　　— just some small household activities to do with the bots <3 these are headcannons ,, there’ll be scenarios in a separate post to these tho ! :3

    - hound + folding clothes

| • hound has always found your clothing interesting ,, even if theres never really anything interesting about it

| • cybertronians dont have clothes to put on when they get cold ,, or to wear when they want to show off a new look ,, or for different sportive activities

| • it intrigued him ,, how you could easily change your outer look and find a new one

| • the most cybertronians had with that was mods and paint jobs ,, maybe a different limb if they got injured

| • he isnt too sure how to fold socks or shirts so you let him fold your pants whilst you do those

| • no matter how many times you show him how to fold socks hes still amazed and when he tries to do it he somehow fails

| • hound likes how they all look neat put up and folded ,, how it takes up little space no matter how many clothes you have

    - first aid + cooking

| • he only asked you to show him how to cook because he sees you do it often

| • its a foreign thing to him ,, after all energon is liquid and if its not than its crystal like and inedible

| • not only that but first aid wants to do something nice for you which he cant due to him always being in the medbay ,, and even when hes off of work you're usually asleep

| • it gives him time alone with you that usually results in no interruptions ,, him growing closer to you ,, and a wonderful bonding and learning experience

| • on days you accidentally sleep in he usually makes you breakfast so you dont miss it or have to worry about being late

| • do compliment him :( he loves it and it makes him happy

    - drift + dishes

| • he would find you doing your dishes one day ,, after you didnt text him after some time ,, so he would go find you in your room doing your dishes

| • he'd question you about them ,, since cybertronians only have cups and cubes to clean and even then it doesnt take too long

| • drift would offer to help ,, using his mass-displaced form and help with rinsing drying the dishes off so the job would get done faster

| • whilst in the midst of focus ,, you may get an idea and decide to splash a little water at him

| • little did you know that would start a little war between you two ,, with you both splashing water back forth at each other

| • its safe to say that the ground ,, counter ,, and both of you are soaked afterwards

    - rewind + gardening

| • he offers to help you when he finds you taking care of some plants you've brought aboard the lost light ,, something about oxygen and carbon dioxide

| • he doesnt remember too much of what you said about it ,, just that you have them

| • rewind has a lot of knowledge in his database ,, though theres not a lot of organic things in there since he's dedicated his life to dominus ambus in a way

| • he'll be interested ,, standing over you as you pot the plant ,, switching the soil and putting a bit of fertilizer in the pot

| • rewind will ask questions about it ,, camera rolling to store away the information in his database

| • he'll learn about them ,, that they make oxygen from carbon dioxide ,, how its a cycle between you and the plant

| • since you breath in oxygen and breath out carbon dioxide ,, how the plant takes in carbon dioxide and releases oxygen ,, its somewhat interesting to him in a way

| • he'll definitely help if you let him ,, feeling how foreign the soil is under his digits is and how mushy it feels when watered

| • its quite the learning experience for him

[xamaxenta]

Ace goes from just delivering Sabo’s little love notes and valentines to now doubling down and sending his own, he’s gotta properly court Marco now that he’s decided he’s in love with him y’know Sabo get a head start Ace has to catch up. Marco gets a package on his doorstep, two more birds, and one is a familiar clean butchering; the dove has been cleanly and neatly dissected and all it’s organs have been removed and preserved and pinned down into a pretty little shadow box, there’s a blue ribbon tied around the package, it’s so clearly Sabo’s work, but the other one…

The other one is a hawk, and it isn’t clean at all. It wasn’t shot, no, it wasn’t killed in any kind of traditional way. It looks like whoever did it caught it with their Teeth, snatched it off a branch like an animal would, bit clean through hollow bird-bones. There’s a card with it that’s just an imprint of this person’s teeth, showing that the bites match, they line up perfectly.

Sabo uploads a new video. “Serial Killers Talking About You NSFW ASMR 😘👅” and it’s clearly scripted, things are kept vague enough that anybody who doesn’t Know would easily just assume this is more of his usual dark RP stuff, but Marco Does know. This is a conversation about him. Only Sabo’s half of the conversation — his accomplice isn’t actually in the video — but Marco can guess what was said based on Sabo’s replies, and maybe Sabo is embellishing or editing for the camera but the gist of the conversation must of been the same. They talked about Marco, about falling for him, about the accomplice specifically falling for him. Sabo is smug and amused and turned on, he knew it was only a matter of time until they were both on the same page.

Marco gets another package in the mail. A necklace — red coral beads, worn-smooth and slightly faded, clearly something old and well-loved. This one has a photograph too. It’s a picture of the necklace Marco was wearing that night he walked home from the bar, the one he’d barely noticed getting snatched off his neck during the thrill of the chase. It’s wrapped around a fist — tanned skin, scarred knuckles, calloused fingers, little freckles dotting the back of the hand — and that fist in turn is wrapped around a cock, fully hard and beading precum at the tip and jutting up from a thatch of dark hair. Marco can just barely see the edge of a toned stomach, muscled thighs. A little note in scratchy hand-writing. “Trade you.”

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY got lost in the sauce

I love delivery boy Ace hes such a good boy BUT ONLY for Sabo and Sabo alone however Marco may be changing him slowly and soon. Perhaps. He can he at Marcos beck and call too :3

The beautifully butchered creatures Sabo takes apart just to present their bones as trinkets, morbid little gifts to showcase just how much he loves and thinks of Marco all hand crafted its so intimate and they all take so much personal time to put together that theres no chance Marco cant not see the depth of Sabos obsessive love for him

And the hawk!!! Ace captured it and snapped its neck between his teeth, the hard card stock provided with the INPRINT OF HIS OWN TEETH TO SHOW A PERFECT MATCH HIS LARGE CANINES!!! Genrvahdhishs fucking henious creature he just wants to show off to Marco, hes big hes bad grrrr r r. R r r r r

The newest upload pings Marcos notifs and he knows from the get go that the subject matter involves him which should be the greatest red flag of all time that only makes him feel so much hotter, dimming the lights shutting the door but leaving his blinds unshuttered listens to the audio because the whisper of Sabos voice is molten heat and softest velvet and Marco shouldn’t want him or his accomplice but here he is stroking himself lazily to the voice of a man who eagerly wants to disembowel him, because he is the focal subject of this particular upload

I wanna say thank you for this part the trade of the necklaces Ace giving up something so personal to himself as a sign of his courtship and as a visual claim on Marco…. Fucking sexy

The addition of the photo with the stolen necklace around his dick is also absolutely insane because its so visceral theyre functioning as one unit yet the way they want to show their feelings towards Marco is so different Sabos slowburn, coy gifts and layered innuendo via the media Marco initially found him through and Aces direct contact approach..

Marco how does he feel receiving such a highly sexual image along with what should be a pretty normal gift, if not a little intimate due to the wear and tear on the beads, thrilled probably that he has made such a profound impact on these two men, the tension between all three of them stretches gossamer thin!!!

[blackberreh-art]

Sleep part 2 (first half)

Five months had passed since Toshinori became All for One's live in guard (Neighbor), and Toshinori had learned a few things about his former enemy-now-charge.

All for One was a slob. He left his own apartment a mess, rarely clearing trash from the counter or cleaning dishes, or making his bed or folding his clothes. That task often fell to Toshinori, which - surprisingly - he didn't have much to complain about. Toshinori had a terrible habit of getting into his own head when by himself and often forgot to clean up after himself, so cleaning up after two was a good way to keep him distracted. 

He made sure to complain, though. All for One would just shrug him off with a lazy hand wave and say that he would get to it later - and then proceed to not do that.  It was like he was used to others cleaning up after his messes. 

What a princess.

He was also a snob - to be expected. He expected the finest things, despite the fact that Toshinori was granted a small budget to keep All for One fed and watered while at the HPSC's beck and call, and it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy All for One and his need for expensive food and shiny designer clothing. And collectables. Rare figures and the like from decades ago that Toshinori had heard him clucking his tongue over as he browsed listings for on auction sites (one of the few things he was allowed on the internet to do under supervision), muttering about their real worth. Such things weren't even in the budget, much to All for One's disgust. 

Amongst other such things that were not a part of the budget - alcohol. All for One was apparently a real aficionado when it came to booze of all sorts, and once gotten on the subject would *not stop talking*. Toshinori often glazed over when the ex-villain got started because a) he didn't care, he'd never been one for drinking and cant do so anymore with half his organs gone, and b) All for One was more tolerable when he was talking about a topic he was interested in, and telling him to stop would make him pout, which made Toshinori want to punch him.

(And Toshinori had come to realize that he liked All for One's voice. The morning of the realization he'd locked himself in the bathroom and ducked his head under the sink faucet and tried to drown himself.)

(Not really, but the cold anchored him and he was able to bury those feelings deep down amongst the guilt and rage he had locked away)

(Toshinori had become very good at compartmentalising) 

The amount of time that All for One spent in Toshinori's presence grew as well. Some days Toshinori woke up to him having raided his fridge for leftovers and left a complete mess on the kitchen counter, and having taken over the entirety of the couch with his body entertaining himself with whatever book or magazine caught his attention that day. Other mornings Toshinori came into the kitchen to see All for One had made breakfast, of all things. Still made a mess that he refused to clean, but hey, who would have though the villain could make a decent meal?

(It was food Toshinori could actually eat too. A kindness that pulled at those feelings Toshinori had hidden deep away, much to his despair.)

("Don't get used to it." All for One had scoffed the first time. "I had a craving and happened to make more than necessary."

"It's not poisoned?" Toshinori asked suspiciously, despite knowing for a fact that he wouldn't have been able to get his hands on poison no matter how hard he tried.

All for One scoffed at him, fished a spoonful of perfectly-cooked-congee from Toshi's bowl and ate it with the most obscene hum imaginable. "You'll know if I drop dead shortly, won't you?"

Toshinori ate, and it was good, and he cursed at All for One the whole time.)

They spent more and more time together. All for One didn't sleep much beyond those times he crashed for a day or so each few weeks, and he kept himself occupied will Toshinori got his own rest whenever his mind allowed. They ate together. They watched tv together. They read together. They just existed together, and day in and day out fights grew less frequent, then almost non-existent. Heated debates ended in eye rolls and scoffs instead of rage and blood. All for One's attempts to get a rise of him had turned into something more teasing than malicious. In turn, Toshi was a little less on edge, more exasperated than frustrated and angry. 

Whenever forced to leave on errand runs, All for One followed along with nary a complaint - perfectly content to just be let out of the apartment complex in general. Toshinori stopped rushing to get those errands done, instead lingering on the way through the nearby park and ducking into stores they didn't really need to enter.

 All for One was like a tic who'd latched onto Toshinori and was sucking him dry of vitality, growing fat and content, while Toshinori stewed and stewed, anger and guilt carefully packed away and ignored with each new flare. 

(Toshinori thought he'd been long sick of All for One's presence. He didn't understand why one morning when he exited his bedroom and saw All for One stretched out on his couch, holding Toshi's favourite mug in hand and a dog eared book hovering over his face - and didn't feel the usual surge of irritation.)

(He'd felt, of all things, a slither of amusement. All for One dog eared his books. Who would have thought?)

Every other evening, they played Go together. It had been at least a decade since Toshinori had last played, so he was rusty, and All for One had expected it to be an easy win.

It almost was. But Toshinori had always been quick to adapt, and he had All for One on the ropes by the skin of his teeth for nearly the whole evening. The ex-villain won, barely, and the way he'd glowered at Toshinori with an anger that was quick to shift into thoughtfulness. 

All for One must have forgotten that Toshinori was a master strategist as well.

The next game, there was something like an aura of satisfaction around the ex-villain when they played, and he hardly kicked up a fuss when Toshinori won an hour later. Toshinori had been so unnerved , wondering if the villain was planning to spring something nefarious on him, but all he'd done was purr an eager "Next time, I'll win." Before he was sauntering away.

Next time, he did win. He'd swept the floor with Toshinori, smirking the entire time, and it awakened a deep, burning desire to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. 

Toshinori was determined to win, now.

(Sometimes, All for One grew Bored™️ with go, so it was with a sense of bemusement that Toshinori found himself entertaining All for One with various different games. Chess was the next best contender, and they tackled it with the same determination to win as they had Go, and Toshinori - 

Toshinori had fun.)

(More guilt is felt, firmly locked away. It was getting harder, and Toshinori was beginning to feel like he was choking.)

[scoutbot]

Please help us and don't let us suffer please

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[thesilliesgotme]

INFODUMP CAUSE I CANT SLEEP

Long post so beware

1 deaths/kills

on the episode when they get too creative they start using meat and organs to 'decorate' and be creative with (red puts glitter on a heart) so something did die, duck also dies twice, once by the veggie can (eats his insides) and he literally dies, red is supposed to die in a lake, yellow has almost died multiple times, like the episode with warren, yellow dad kills and eats an entire family of 4, they all kill warren with that spear thing and they also insult him, electracy my beloved almost dies due to power overload, and briefcase, tony (clock) veggie can, and the train man all die(all but train man die from the same guy), duck kills a bread child in the family episode, coffin possibly dies due to yellow getting duck, and stain Edwards is killed by duck in the same episode

2 teachers

I personally think the teachers are for keeping the trio entertained and educated along with making it seem like a children's show, because Lesley is at the very top of the house so she runs the show, being able to see everyone and all. She's got replacements for if they die or go missing (like the transport episode or the death episode. Also the eat healthy episode), I think the teachers are also there to keep an eye on them, like how tony is always watching in the living room, or in the family episode they teach them not to leave each other (stay In the house), or even the lamp who is in their room. also the death episode seems a bit odd plan because he doesn't teach too much and also puts them in emotional distress. Like how yellow can't let go and red makes a replacement that is later on killed. And coffin seems more annoyed and just wants to do his job as a coffin. No matter how bad things are they usually resolve themselves or the episode ends and Lesley fixes everything

3 trio dynamic

Red is 100% the father figure out of the 3 of them, he helps clean, has the recliner chair, and has the most common sense, he also drives in the transport episode (probably cause he's the only one who can reach the pedals) red also tries to make sure everyone gets along, when yellow breaks something Duck yells at him for being stupid and red steps in and yells at him for speaking like that to yellow because he said he wouldn't anymore, meaning red must have talked to duck about being mean to yellow and going easy on him, most likely because he isn't the sharpest tool on the shed (the episode does end in a fight between the 3 of them but still) Duck is kind of like the grumpy old man/husband (fluffybird yes ik) he's usually reading the newspaper and has a short temper with everyone except Colin who is nice to him and sometimes red. Duck finds the comedy in most situations and tries to take charge, he can't live without red and yellow even if he is really rude to them both, he teases red for being jealous of him being dead and he very obviously misses them in the family episode because he's the first to go. He is relived when red comes back but acts like he isn't. He also isn't mean to yellow when he brings him back from coffin and enjoys his time in the house relaxing and watching TV. Yellow is 110% the autistic son. He is very much like a child due to his old batteries and his neglectfully father who he still loves. His father probably forgot to change his batteries after a while and because he's a shitty person who lives in the walls he doesn't care. Assuming Roy (father) uses batteries too he may have become an alcoholic or drug user of some point and let his batteries go bad, maybe even before yellows went bad and yellow might have been too young to know how to replace them so he also became like Roy. Roy only speaks in grunts and noises so his must be worse than yellows. Yellow must also have gotten used to his batteries faster than his dad or just had to adapt to stay with the other 2 because when electracy has his batteries she becomes unstable along with the power overload.

4 Lesley

She's the attic dwelling mother. There are hints to her existence before the electricity episode, in the transport episode the licence plate and names on transport man are all Lesley, showing that she 'owns' the teachers in some way, like their figures in the dollhouse. I don't remember what episode it is exactly but there is one where red finds a ripe of device that controls what teachers pop up and what they do, Roy does find red back there so either Roy controls the teachers or Lesley does and Roy just watches. Also I think it's before the electricity episode but the opening scene with the house where it spins it shows a gloves hand winding up the house so it turns on and spins. In the attic when yellow finds Lesley you can see her gloved hands playing the piano with the house on top. She has all these items on display from other episodes and has lots of figures of the trio. When yellow tries to help and puts a duck figure down its head falls off, either referencing to the death episode where duck kills stain Edwards by chopping his head off or it's because only Lesley can put the puppets down.

5 the family theory

When Lesley and yellow meet in the attic she yells at him for not being his real son. Which means Roy would be her husband/ex husband/child father because Roy is yellows dad. There are lots of theories about this, like how yellow and Roy could be her dead family and to cope she kidnaped 4 people to make a semi family and decided to teach them for her own entertainment or to make her child happy, a dad and 2 friends/family members. Some people think that Lesley made the trio but there are multiple missing posters shown and the dates June 19-20 are shown which must be their kidnaping date. And for the dollhouse/dolls in the attic maybe Lesley is some sort of half being, she could have sold her soul to be this sort of puppeteer role to keep them all alive for whatever reasons she may have

This is just what I think and have noticed! Feel free to reblog and add theories/corrections/explanations I would love to hear more!

[mothmans-art-page]

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[urdadthinksimfine]

Day 3

Im mad at me how healing wounds is my priority again, a major focus for my attention, when it was healed just before my last relapse. What wouldve been my focus now, that I have acceptable skin?

Probably enduring how my skin is still breaking out, and being clean doesnt look clean or feel clean at all for me, how everything makes me cravy and destroyi and everything is destroyable and my perfectionism gets lit when there are no wounds, but just outbreaks.

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Im going to sports courses, though, trying to give me a different body feel. I cant be a dainty cute girl, maybe ill look less dirty, if my body was more defined, even though its boxy and boyish.

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I want to have a good and working skin care routine, nice products that work and a lush looking and smooth skin because of it. I want to know what my skin and body needs.

Skin care routine wise,

nutrition wise with antioxidants and shit, making my outbreaks less and making me more energetic,

exercise and body wise, what my body and mind and skin needs for getting its juices flowing, blood circulation and reducing stress and stuff,

media wise, what does it give me to share and write down, presenting myself officially, even though no one needs to read or react, with ranty-tumblr, aesthetic-tumblr, longing-tumblr..

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If been looking up nutrition for people with athritis, how to reduce inflammation and stuff.. im very cravy right now, with everything that i want but dont do or am, i know, i just wonder what it takes from me to be able to do all that..

Eating the right stuff,

cooking with herbs that do stuff,

making things pretty,

knowing what to heat and what not.

How can i act different than i do.. i dont do stuff, that i want to, because im too scared to commit to one decision. in every way. but in this case it prevents me from putting shelves on the walls, purchasing real furniture, making places for things, like tupper for herbs and racks for dishes or flatware. even more difficult, putting color onto my walls, getting decoration of any kind, blenders for the windows.

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At least Im doing my resolutions:

not destroying!

only 1 sweet snack per day (like 1 can of sugary drink, 1 piece of pie, 1 sugared coffee..)

at least 1 urban sports course per day

Other things with a little less priority:

meditating

inquiry and sitting a table

handle things on my own, instead of discussing it with my inner circle

I need to get some kind of clearity, of what I want and what is just a reaction to stress (like wanting to move cities, going to Japan or staying for a job), what do I want to do in the future (what would i like to study and/ or work later), what are my interests (maths, social problems, biologic matters, music, organizing and planning stuff, what is hobby-worthy and what would i wanna do for a job) and what and who do i wanna be, like someone completely different and try very new new things or should i pay more attention to what i think are my limits, to what is stressing me out?

"Who am I when I dont destroy myself" kinda thing.. Right now I really, really, wanna leave, the city or the country and get away, because I feel constricted. What if thats just me, with my own limitation from my addiction?

I miss the sentou and its meditative atmosphere. I miss how alone i was with my thoughts, feelings and time back there. I want that. I feel like I cant think around my people, like I cant find out what I really want.

when I came back from Japan I was so sure that I dont want to and I shouldnt stay in Berlin. I knew, I needed to change cities. and then.. I dont want to blame it on other pleople, but then she got so suicidal that I thought, whats worse, living here, giving what I can, or leaving and living with the guilt? I know and I was told that this was the wrong motive to stay, but I did and I got comfortable here.

The question is, is leaving just running away? or is leaving the healthy thing to do for me, with my way of being and with my circle being a bit.. co-dependent. どうするの？

[highschool-rooftop]

july 6th, 2023

back again as always but this time this entry will be dedicated the things i want to change most about my body, this... flesh mecha.

my hormones. i need hrt, my dysphoria feels like it keeps getting worse and worse every time i tell myself to just wait a little bit longer, til im just a bit more comfortable where i am, to have the money to afford it and pay for the prescription. i had remember having a dream a little recently of just offing myself because i couldnt take the dysphoria. im tired of putting in all the extra effort to appear feminine but if i stop no one at my work i feel will take me for who i am and customers will most definitely misgender me. i cant go through that every day again, that'll make things worse. at least if im on hormones eventually my body will have redistributed all the fat and muscle and what not and so i wont have to keep up with my stupid walk cycle or wear my makeup every time i go out.

my voice is another thing. i hate it so fucking much- i wish i could take scissors to my throat and cut out my fucking vocals thats how much i fucking hate them. my voice is so fucking masculine and no matter how much i practice and no matter what the fuck i do or say or how i pronounce certain words i feel like theres nothing i can do because it always cracks, it always comes out masculine even when my throat muscles are doing the right shit. i dont know what to do anymore im so tempted to just have shaving part of my vocals or whatever part of my transition because i cant.....

and also while I'm at it, i need bottom surgery as like second most highest priority because as i said before this dysphoria is going to kill me. i feel like i cant even enjoy masturbating because i want to have a pussy so fucking badly- i want to be the one thats being fucked- but thanks to the fact that i was born with a dick i cant enjoy any of that and unless im lucky and fascists dont overrun my country in our next election and somehow also they figure out how to give trans people full sex organ transplants that work and are safe AND i have all the money to afford it since its unlikely we're beating Capitalism™ and turn into an anarcho-communist society in the next 6 years i wont be able to because ill be stuck with having to make due with my ass. im not a fan of assplay honestly, as much as i dont want to admit this, my diet sucks and because of that my bowel movements aren't always the most consistent, which leads to accidents and then i have to not just deal with lube and (rarely, because its so stressful worrying about whether i can actually enjoy myself and orgasm or have to clean up early and feel gross, disgusting, and so dysphoric im damn close to just disassociating and spiraling into a depression pit deep enough to make dwarves gasp in shock and awe!! its awful, and its something that i just wouldnt have to deal with if i didnt have a dick. yeah id obviously deal with periods and all the cramps and mood swings and blood, and then id also deal with discharge but its all stuff i would gladly take and suffer with if it means i can put an end to this nagging feeling inside telling me im not good enough, im just a gross perverted monster, im a freak, and that i should just end it.

[cursedfortune]

If there was one truth with any world - it was blood. Everything bled. Whether it was organic, energy - it mattered not what it was, it would bleed. She lived long enough to see such. To make such happen.

Whether Regulus was presentable or not, it never mattered to her. He was handsome regardless, he was hers to love and cherish no matter the shape he took. Not matter how clean his hands were, or how stained.

She didn't need to know the truth of this world, the reality of it being so brutal. If anything, Mortem's reaction should tell him everything he needed to know. She wasn't one to flinch in the face of brutality, she didn't shy away from the blood that drenched him. If there was a soul who intimately understood life and death, it was her.

His teasing made her smile grow. She loved when he was playful with her, when he felt so comfortable and things just flowed naturally.

His hands were brushed, staining her hair - her dress as they kissed. His soaked clothing darkened her black dress, his lips darkened her ashen lips. Red colored her pale skin and she didn't care. She celebrated his victory with him, she found him just as attractive as before. The smiles that adorned their faces were only interrupted by the kisses they shared. And once more, it was apparent just how comfortable they were with one another. The blood meant nothing, it changed nothing in the face of their love.

To hear a moment later he enjoyed seeing her so pleased brought forth a little chuckle, a touch bashful by his compliments always. But what interested her most was how thrilled he felt allowing himself to be drenched in the blood of his enemies. Her head canted slightly, neither of them caring about the death and gore that surrounded them - of the blood that adorned them.

"Well then, I find it exhilarating that you feel so thrilled. Now only do I get a lovely sight, but you genuinely enjoying it as well." Mortem mused as she took a short stroll, circling him once to appreciate the full view of him before returning to stand before her husband.

"There's a particular feeling that comes with allowing yourself to be coated in the blood of your opponents, I find. I enjoy the way the atmosphere changes, when your opponents see you and feel dread. The intimidation, the negativity affects them and yet... you're in your element. I wish you could have seen yourself through my eyes, Regulus." The witch sighed wistfully, "You're efficient brutality was beautiful."

It was quite the spectacle to be drenched from head to toe in the blood of his foes. More often than not, it was the very blood he spilled that fueled his relentless quest to eliminate anyone who dared to stand in his path. He didn’t require much, but he found a certain satisfaction in using either rain or blood during his assaults; it made everything feel more effortless.

And here he was again, standing before her, his body smeared with the remnants of those he had vanquished. Even his once-white hair was now a deep crimson, and the only features visible were his striking golden eyes, glimmering amidst the chaos. Blood pooled around him, a testament to the countless lives he had taken, a number so vast he had long since lost track. Today had seen a significant toll, and as he approached her, he stood there, a living embodiment of the carnage he had wrought.

He knew he was hardly presentable, a truth that hung in the air, but he found a strange joy in being there, despite the mess. He wanted her to understand the reality of his world, the brutal existence he faced daily, all for the sake of those he wished to harm.

He was on a mission to make a statement, to elicit a smile from her, perhaps even a laugh that would bubble up from her core. He craved a reaction, and she did not disappoint.

“How handsome am I?” he teased, relishing the moment as he caught her gaze. For a fleeting instant, it seemed the blood that adorned him didn’t frighten her at all.

He observed her delicate hands, so small, pale, and pristine, as they lifted toward him. Blood cascaded over her fingers, transforming them into a vivid crimson as he was drawn closer to her lips. Their bodies collided, his against the fabric of her dark dress, which quickly absorbed the red hue of his presence. As he pulled her back, her hair trailed behind, leaving long, scarlet streaks in its wake.

He brushed her lips with gentle kisses, captivated by the smile that lit up her face—this was all he desired. She pulled back, blood still staining her fingers, and gazed at him in silence. He stood there, nonchalant, as if shrugging off the weight of his recent actions, as if returning from a day of routine slaughter was just another ordinary occurrence.

“It’s truly exhilarating to see you so pleased. I thought I would feel revulsion, but instead, I find it thrilling.”

[im-just-a-simp-le-whore]

Headcanons again my friends

Once more it's seven deadly sins

They're just at random

I feel like the fact that meliodas (and probably zeldris) cant cook is one of 2 things

Either its a demon thing, like across the board no matter the class

this includes the ten commandments and mael

Or! Since mel and zel were royal, they had cooks or maids or some shit so they just... copied what they saw

They can make it look exactly how it's supposed to, but do not measure a god damn thing and base it on what they think they saw

Like I'm pretty sure meliodas has said something to the tune of;

"I don't know why it tastes so bad, I did what I was supposed to"

Which leads me to believe hes just fucking winging it, eyeballing the entire "recipe"

Meliodas has one regular that no matter where he goes this regular always finds the tavern

After a while of it just happening, meliodas and regular are on a first name basis and are fairly good friends

Meliodas gets concerned if he hasnt seen said regular for a town or two

Mf pops in like "sorry I was sick!" Or "my wife just had a baby! :)"

The baby screamed and cried when it saw meliodas

Also puked on him, multiple times

Meliodas has vowed to never hold a baby again because of this, but never tells the regular that :)

I would also imagine meliodas is like horrifically anal about his tavern, keeps everything super clean, but for fucks sake he cannot organize for shit, except for the booze :)

Nothing has a designated spot

He plays musical shelf/drawers until he finds what he needs

Bans first day meliodas and diane swear up and down they saw a tear run down bans face after spending 45+ min looking for a spatula

After that ban spent several hours organizing the kitchen

The next day meliodas immediately fucked it up and Ban was found later that night drunk and sobbing on the floor

The following morning ban holds up a teaspoon and a 1 cup measuring cup and asks meliodas to spot the difference

Meliodas cannot spot the difference

No one fucks up bans kitchen organization anymore

If kids come in the tavern they immediately flock to hawk

Hawk lives for the scraps attention :)