#okay 😜

[mmjcheese]

me going through my tri weekly "what if im not autistic and don't have adhd and im just really good at faking it crisis"

[ohimsummer]

day 9283 of waiting for a drabble of reader dying and satoru is trying to bake treats that they used to make and breaking down when he just can't get it right i've been craving satoru angst sm

— angst (no comfort <3 ), character death (reader), satoru x reader (established rs), kinda proofread

satoru’s bottom lip trembles as he stares at the half-eaten cookie in his hand. too fucking salty, he thinks. first it was too much baking powder, then too much flour. somehow he burned the bottoms but not the top. now they’re too bitter. he has to spit it out in the trash and satoru glances at the salt and sugar right next to each other amongst the mess he’s made on the counter.

he slams the cookie down, spraying out crumbs to scatter onto the floor, and satoru heaves a large sigh as he leans against the wall. baking is hard, he’s never been a good cook. that was your expertise. he loved to come home to new pastries and desserts you were excited to show him, shoving brownies and cookies and tarts between his lips as soon as he was settled after work.

to say he misses you is the understatement of the century. satoru damns the tragedy that took you away, because now he’s pathetic. he’s stuck sitting alone on the floor, chest stuttering and teeth sunk into his lip, holding back tears because it’s so fucking hard to just make a cookie how you used to make it.

the frustration finally boils over. satoru buries his face in his palms, leaned forward against his knees. the tears are endless, streaming down his cheeks. he feels inadequate and defeated. it’s been three months since he started trying to bake, and a year after your death. satoru regrets not doing a number of things before you passed, but one of them is not learning to bake with you. maybe if he spent less time sneaking chocolate chips from the bag and focusing on your measurements, how much of this or that that you used to sprinkle in, it wouldn’t be taking him god damn forever to learn how to bake chocolate chip cookies. not just from scratch, but exactly how you used to do it.

it’s all bullshit. it’s unfair. you didn’t deserve to be ripped away so soon. satoru didn’t deserve to have you taken from him so soon, in the blink of an eye. you were supposed to still be here, squeezed between his arms and helping him laugh away his mistakes. if you were here, it wouldn’t hurt so much that he couldn’t get these cookies perfect. in fact, it wouldn’t hurt at all, because you’d be thumping him on the head before he poured too much salt. you’d be here to wrestle the chocolate chips from him because ‘he’s using them all’. you’d be here to guide his hand and show him how to do things.

but you’re not here. the knowledge of your recipes has died with you. he sniffs and he whimpers and he cries, but you won’t be coming to tell him it’s alright. satoru can only sit and stare at the complete disarray of the kitchen. all with nothing to show for it.

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[il-predestinato]

Charles Leclerc | post-qualifying interview | 2023 Belgian Grand Prix 🎥: F1TV

[biteofcherry]

"We shouldn't-" your voice wavered as Chris unzipped your denim shorts and pushed them down.

You already felt exposed in what he insisted you wear, but now he was depriving you even of the scraps that barely covered your body.

"We're undercover and- and-" you tried to reason with him, but your brain seemed unable to follow the reasonable thinking.

Definitely not with Chris getting down on his knees, kissing his way down your body as he did.

His breath was hot on your skin; big, calloused hands rough on your trembling body.

You braced your hands against the rickety bathroom counter, gaze flicking up to the door which Chris purposely left unlocked.

"Exactly," came his reply, voice dark and sweet as honeyed whiskey. "They should believe you're my good little slut. And in their eyes this is what sweet pieces are for."

He pulled your panties down and hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder.

"They get licked into a drippy mess in a cramped bathroom at a gang's house and then pumped full of cum."

His nostrils flared as Chris leaned to your already damp heat. You saw a smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you, a dark gleam of satisfaction in his steely-blue eyes.

"So make sure they hear you moan, baby. And keep begging like a needy slut I know you are for me."

[pizzaqueen]

A little fluff for day two of @steddie-week (for the prompt fluff)

414 words / established relationship / G or T

Even as he scribbles lyrics in his notebook, Eddie feels Steve’s gaze on him. It’s almost tangible, the same way Eddie can feel the music in the air at a heavy metal concert. It’s exciting, comforting. He glances at Steve, a kind of warmth he never felt before this thing with Steve welling up in his chest.

Because Steve is just looking at Eddie, head resting in one hand, all soft, dark eyes, and that’s enough to make Eddie weak.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Nothing.” Steve reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Eddie’s ear; it makes Eddie’s lips twitch in a half-smile. “You have the cutest dimples.”

Eddie’s pulse skips. “Do I?”

“Yeah.” Steve presses a finger to Eddie’s cheek. “There they are,” he says, when Eddie smiles wider.

Eddie squirms away, but he’s still smiling. He can’t stop. He tries to muster up some annoyance at being interrupted when he’s trying to write, but there’s only warm and happy. It’s so cornball. And, if he’s not careful, he’s going to end up writing some stupid, sappy love song.

Not that he hasn’t written about Steve before, but he tries to make it metaphorical. Metal.

He blinks down at the paper where he’s started doodling a picture of Steve’s face. He huffs and starts writing around it, tapping his pen on his lips, chewing on the cap.

The legs of Steve’s chair scrape over the floor as he shifts forward, moving into Eddie’s space. He leans in and pushes Eddie’s hair aside so he can kiss his neck. Electricity shoots down Eddie’s spine.

“I’m trying to work on this song,” Eddie says, even as he leans into the touch of Steve’s lips.

“Mm.” Steve nuzzles Eddie’s neck. “I’m not stopping you.”

“You’re not”—Eddie tilts his head to the side—“helping either.”

“But you’re sitting there all sexy and beautiful,” Steve says, grazing his teeth over Eddie’s skin, “and you make the best noises when I kiss you.”

“Uh…”

Steve kisses Eddie’s jaw, then just under his ear, and then he leans back. “Okay, I’m stopping.”

“What…” Eddie blinks, looking at Steve. “Who told you to stop?”

Steve grins, shaking his head, and leans in to kiss Eddie again.

Eddie meets him halfway, turning to face Steve, dropping his pen and looping his arms around Steve’s neck. He kisses him long and hot and deep, losing himself in it.

The song can wait. Eddie could do with a little more inspiration, anyway.

[glowpart2]

forcing a perfectionist like me to write an undergraduate thesis is a crime

[designedtoendure]

tiny little Frank and Tucker moment

[pr0blemd0g]

thinking again about “i got him, dude”

[poetryphase]

no cuz quick little rant cuz wtf do u mean 'there's too much loki in immortal thor' it's??? Thor??? why??? would??? there??? not??? be??? like idk if i need to direct u to the last like five grillion issues of thor ever, but im pretty sure loki's a pretty major part of it

[rawwithlove]

🌪️It’s my way or NO WAY🌪️

[brrrkdslek]

hear me out. mafia san. mafia san that is only soft to you. jealous mafia san that is only soft to you. jealous mafia san that is only soft to you sex. hard jealous mafia san that is only soft to you sex. 💥💥💥💥

THANK YOU FOR 400!!!!!111! OH MY G

big bad mafia boss

that's san's identity.

big fluffy huge dick bf

that's also san's identity.

yes, juggling mafia and the love of your life is a very very hard task and there were multiple instances where you had threatened to end it

but of course, he's a great boyfriend and potential hubby so you stayed,

even if you're always being kidnapped and whatnot

like you'll just b walking on the streets and suddenly pass out fr

u wake up like ????????

ur face is literally huh and super groggy n shit

san's at the office freaking out and the others have NEVRR and i mean NEVER seen the man tweaking like that before

immediately calls all his men to the designated place to retriever the loml

super duper angy and in the mood to blow some brains out cuz who tf touches the loml??????

obvs the kidnapper comes out and yaps his shit? ransom ransom blablabla and suddenly dies

yunho sniper slay!!!!!!111!!1!2!2!22'

man's literally fuming as he picks you up in his arms and leads you to the car, his fingers twitch when he sees your brows furrow slightly with each small brush against the bruises

but as the car doors close, his eyes soften and he brings you in for a gentle embrace, mumbling sweet nothings into your ear

he's gently rubbing your thigh the entire ride home

neither of you say anything but you can feel how much san's rushing as he speeds through the road, trying to reach home as soon as possible

you could see the blood splatters on his cheeks but you didn't care, he looked absolutely stunning

he doesn't waste a second and leads you to the bedroom as fast as he can, sweeping you into his arms and plopping you onto the bed

he gets on too often you and holds you gently, like you're fragile glass and can break very easily

that's one of the few things san tends to forget

that despite how strong he is, you're vulnerable to any threat others have against him

and just like every other time you were kidnapped, san fucks you slowly and sensually

making sure to go gentle and slow so that he wouldn't hurt you

he would have his face nuzzled deep into your neck the entire time he makes love to you

that's it idfk cuh

you end up on a wheelchair the next day

idfk

should i make a mafia san and gf text

i think that would help funnier

ok byebye

thx for 400million again!!!!!11!1!1

[jadelemonadee]

favorite thayne pictures..? 😈😈😈

oh deja do not get me started on this or we’re gonna be here all night okay HERE WE GO

ok chat i think i HAVE to start with my stagedoor pictures of me and him because just LOOK!!!!!!!! ITS ME!!!!!!!! AND HIM!!!!!!!! AND HES REAL!!!!!!!!! WE’RE RIGHT THERE AND ITS REAL!!!!!!!!! best day of my life honestly i’d kill to see hamilton on broadway and do this again (you can kind of see my face in the last one….,,i look a little distorted but okay)

alrighttt second stage is some silly stuff ive collected (either screenshots or found somewhere) and just bgnfgdhghf THE WAY HE LOOKS AT CARLEIGH IN THE MIDDLE ONE ☹️☹️☹️ love them uhh gonna add some more down here

i took a lot of pictures from that singular chair scene in the room where it happens so just pretend like all of them are there ❤️❤️❤️

to finish it off im gonna have to go with these pictures i screenshotted from my bootleg of farmer refuted with thayne and trey 😇😇 idk why but i looove the first one so much oh my gyat look at himmmm he looks so 😭😭 so 😭😭😭😭😭😭 AAAAUEEEGHHH also the end of farmer refuted with them was so funny DUDE WHY ARE YOU CHOKING HIMMM 😭😭😭 and then the way he’s cowering in the last photo is so funny he does not need to be doing all that

uhmmmm it’ll only let me add 30 images per post so im gonna reblog this one with some honorable mentions (random stuff i either forgot or didn’t think could fit into one of those categories)

[biteofcherry]

More naughty fun 🤭

links to each under the cut

Touch the Darkness

Gasoline

Honey not vinegar

Make the dust fly

Room with a view

[pizzaqueen]

464 words of pre-slash pining fluff for day one of @steddie-week / rated G or T

It’s not as tight a fit in the listening booth as Eddie hoped it would be, but it does get him closer to Steve than he’s been all day. (Well, except for when he draped himself all over Steve at their table in the food court, or when they were pressed close in the photo booth, Eddie goading Steve into making goofy faces, or when their knees were resting together at the movies earlier.)

But they’re in their own bubble here. The rest of the world completely shut out. Just the two of them, one set of headphones, and a song shared between them.

Eddie has the album at home, and he wouldn’t be surprised if Steve knows that, but he didn’t resist when Eddie dragged him in here with one hand curled around Steve’s wrist, the other clutching the album they’re listening to now.

The song is so familiar and it fades to the background as Eddie watches Steve sidelong; the drums keep time with the beat of his heart, the howling guitar could be the singing in his blood. He catches Steve looking at him, once, twice, three times, his pulse skipping whenever their gazes lock.

This is almost everything Eddie wants. Listening to music with Steve, forgetting about the world beyond the song and the space between them. It would be perfect if he was sure that Steve’s heart is beating as hard as his, that his skin tingles at the nearness of Eddie, the way Eddie’s skin is tingling, now, being so close to Steve. The way his stomach swoops, and his chest feels full to bursting, how he’s every single fucking hopelessly in love cliche whenever they’re together, and even more when they’re not.

But he doesn’t know. He has no fucking clue. Sometimes, maybe, he thinks—hopes—but how can he be sure? He’s out of his depths here. It drives him crazy but, fuck, in moments like this he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Steve shifts, their hips bumping together, the brush of his arm against Eddie’s sending electricity through him. It draws Steve closer and he doesn’t move away, so they listen to the rest of the song pressed close, like the booth is half the size.

“So”—Eddie pulls his side of the headphones away from his ear when the song ends—“what did you think?” He bites his lip, kicks Steve’s foot.

“I think I liked it.” Steve’s gaze flicks outside the booth, then fixes back on Eddie. His eyes twinkle, warm and dark, and he turns so he’s facing Eddie fully. He licks his lips and leans in, saying, “But maybe we could listen to it again?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, a smile forming, “maybe we could,” and he starts the song over.

[copingchaos]

[scionshtola]

15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

tagged by @coldshrugs @redwayfarers @impossible-rat-babies and @thevikingwoman ty!! i'll tag @hythlodaes @lavampira @hylfystt and anyone else who wants to do it

all of these are cori of course <3

“Is it difficult? To look at me? To—” [...] “I know the toll a surfeit of aether takes on you. It must be exhausting just to have me near.” the pain of perception

“There were a lot of people...And a lot more crying than I was prepared for.” i pray you won't stop looking at me like that

“Those are not the words of a woman keen on forgiveness." a multitude of intimacies

“I thought you had work to do. I’ll not be responsible for Camp Dragonhead’s books falling into disarray.” the need in the devotee (ao3 link)

“You do not need to stay awake for my sake. Pepper makes good enough conversation for the both of you. Isn’t that right, Pepper?” sleepy prompt

“I would not dream of suggesting you had ever been idle, Shtola. Though I think you have done enough work for the night. You should get some sleep.” a different sleepy prompt

“Good bird,” she cooed at him. “You like to be spoiled, don’t you?” A Barn in a Blizzard

“Does he have a name?" [...] "Shall I guess then? Given your history of creative spellwriting, I imagine ‘tis something special. Let’s see…mayhap—” kiss prompt

“Do not tell me you have been completely alone all night. I fear that shall only make me more keen to make it up to you.” affair au wip

“I admit when I came here tonight I was rather hoping for a t—“ their breath hitches [...] “A tactile experience.” affair au wip

“Consider this an anthropological extension of your research, then. You’ll have fun, I promise. We can stand at the back, and if you get lost you can just watch me.” a sweet distraction

“Shtola,” they say, barely above a whisper[...] “Are you angry with me?” reaching in the dark

“My apologies, but I did not come bearing treats,” Corisande says, lifting their hand and stroking the bird’s head. “You will simply have to make do with hay like everyone else.” i pray you won't stop looking at me like that

“I enjoy your going on. Though...you may have to repeat some points.” tipsy kiss prompt

“About that,” Corisande said, heart sinking [...] “I think I may have been a tad optimistic.” romantic picnic prompt