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I loveee the concept of reincarnation bc itās just so comforting!!!
oh to be reincarnated lovers with Bakugou where you find each other every life time and leave a memory of the other to find in the next lifetime. You see each other in a new lifetime, drawn to each other, swearing familiarity even though your minds disagree. But itās something deeper within you that knows each other, misses the others embrace, and you canāt figure out why.
Thereās a famous painting of someone who looks suspiciously like you made in the 1600s by some tortured artist, the muse a lover he had lost years before. Thereās a statue that looks just like Bakugou from the 1800s, who everyone thought to be created after Apollo, but you beg to differ. There are letters found between two lovers, one gone off to war and the other at home, their exchange of love something poets discuss in contemporary times. Theres even skeletons found embracing each other, with oneās head tucked into the others neck.
And for some reason, every time, these figments of love appeal to you deeper than anyone else around you. Theyāre so familiar, and you think you might be going crazy when flashes of memories start to plague you.
Sitting in a darkly lit room, a slate of white marble in front of you, a point chisel in hand. Thereās a blond man sitting behind the marble, with a sly grin, as your hands raise to start chipping away at its flawless perfection.
Sitting at home, writing away with a quilled pen to a lover you miss. Kissing the edge of the paper and pulling away to find it stained with red from your lips.
Laying in the soft grass, your face hidden in a strong neck as heavy winds start to take over you. Your arms entangled in anotherās, tilting your face up to kiss a blond, stubbled jaw.
When Bakugou tells you he remembers the same things, you wonder if youāre both just on a bad trip from a drug you donāt remember taking. But you carve your names in tree trunks and wonder if youāll find find it again hundreds of years later, if youāll see him again, if youāll create another piece of your unyielding love on every crevice of the earth.
#this was what t*mblr deleted last night -_-#ofc the first idea was better and I couldnāt remember what I said but WHATEVER#anyway I love reincarnation as a concept so much#so so beautiful and comforting#I lowkey wanna make this a full fic and just talk about every lifetime youāve lived with him#ā¦ā¦.ykw fuck it ima put it on my list bc WHY NOT#the semester is over anyway so I can write as much as I want now š#okay lemme go brainstorm different lives you live with him šš½āāļø#bakugou treats! š¬#ānew treat in the streets! š«#I yam also open to someone suggesting different lives if you wanna !!!!
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Notes: Slight lapse in judgement moment. (Please comment or reblog with something because I actually dedicated time for this one. I am humbly begging.)
Tw: non-con, gunplay, slight blood play, abusive behaviour, mentions of murder, yandere.
Tagging @yandere-romanticaa on this one, thank you for being the enabler to this (jokingly)
Also on a side note, if you want to listen to something when listening to this, it was inspired by sex with a ghost by teddy hyde, and bo en- pale machine (entire album)
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Dazai had never quite sunken this low before.
He lays down onto the bed, with the gun clattering to the ground. He disregards it as he throws it to the floor, watching it slide across the room. It was useless now, anyways. There were no bullets inside, and it was quite the outdated model, that would be useless against anyone with even the slightest of strength.
All thatās left now is an overwhelming shame. An overwhelming shame that he touched himself, using that weapon for several previous hours, as a means to relieve himself. He feels so disgusted in himself again, as he looks at the rifle, which was now covered in a mixture of his own sweat and cum. It was so disgusting to look at, almost as evidence as to how much he had become a slave to his own desires. Almost as if he was succumbing to some kind of poision that plagued his mind on the daily.
And it didnāt even feel good, he thought to himself. I merely relieved myself enough to clear my mind, if even that.
Dazai looks around the room again. Thereās nothing to see, and nothing to feel other than a sick sense of shame. A sense of shame that he decided to touch himself with a gun, while thinking of you. He wasnāt really thinking when he did that, he kind of just did it on impulse, without previous judgement. Yet as Dazaiās eyes dart back to the gun, and his mind drifts to other places. He pictures you cum, and sweat, with a mixture of yours and his cum dripping out of your hole. Your neck is covered with hickeys and bite marks and bruises running down your body. Youāre panting, and slightly whimpering from pain, yet you also know heās the only one who is able to fuck you this good.
He looks down at his cock, which is yet again, hard. He ignores it this time, not wanting to deal with his own arousal, instead choosing to lament over the fact that you were long gone from his life.
But still, he longs for your presence. A person long gone from his life. He longs for you to come back, but you never will.
Dazai shakes his head out of those thoughts, hoping to temporarily think about something else, anything at all that will make prison even slightly more bearable. He looks at the ceiling observing the fluorescent lights, and the solid white ceiling, which reminds him of the situation heās currently in. Once again, heās painfully reminded of why he was here. A detainment for ability users, built so they could stay here until they would eventually rot and die. There wasnāt any more to it than that.
He turns on the side again. He doesnāt want to think about that right now, either.
As he lays there, heās painfully reminded how itās been two years since you had broken up with him. Not that he was able to keep track of time in prision, but if he were to logically deduce the amount of times he had waken up and fallen asleep, it was about two years since you had broken up with him.
Yet the ghost of your presence haunts him constantly. Even after two years, Dazai had still not gotten over the breakup. No matter how badly he wanted to, he would always come back thinking of you. That you were still there, with him, and not somewhere else. That you still lived with him, that you never ran away from Yokohama, and that he never kidnapped and held you captive. He wanted to imagine that youād be sitting at home, waiting, wondering where he was, instead of hopping on the nearest train, running away from him.
That you were the same person as who he met you first as, that somewhere at the back of your mind, you still thought of him, at least just a little.
However, he knew all of that was false. You were probably living a normal life again, back in your hometown, maybe with someone else you thought was better for you. Maybe by now, you had recovered from all the injuries he had gaven you over the years, maybe had gone back to the initial person you were, an individual he found so intriguing and rare, that he unwillingly fell for.
He was happy for you, if you were. As happy as he could be, if not exceptionally bitter.
He closes his eyes and imagines you again, how you would look right now, smiling and with someā¦ other guy. Itās not a pleasant feeling imagining you with someone else. Jealousy, envy, and a eerie sort of anger arise in him. Noā¦ itās not anger, heās not sure what it was. It was closer to an urge to take you away from him, for whatever unknown reason.
Still, you had long ago let go of him, but heād never let go of you. You had never loved him, but heād needed you more than man needs air to live. He pictures the scene again, and that possessive feeling comes back again. It felt almost as if the air was being knocked out of his lungs the longer he looked at you and the man together.
You plagued his mind constantly, to the point where Dazai was willing to relieve the pain by almost killing himself with the rifle earlier. Still however, Dazai recognized he needed you as man needs air to live.
Yet he felt rooted in the ground, as his mind went blank again. He felt as if he was fighting a primal urge. He felt as if he was struggling in a room devoid of air, as the helplessness begins to settle down. But he wonāt give up, heāll fight until the very last second to stay alive. All he needs is for that man to be gone. Witnessing soā¦ happy with another man made it feel like every breath he took was poision, and every step he took feel like stabbing his foot. He doesnāt want to see this again.
His vision goes blurry, and then black.
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Dazaiās now walking down a dark alleyway. Heās not sure where it is, or how he got there, but he feels as if heās stuck here now. Thereās no sense of urgency, rather, a small, creeping sense of paranoia of why or how heās here. The alleyway feels endless as if he was trying to escape a large maze. He canāt see to the other end of the alleyway, instead, constantly running into dead ends.
He wonders where he is. Was this another dream of some type? He canāt say for sure, it feels too surreal to be reality. But whatever it was, he felt like he was supposed to find something. There was something else in the mazeā¦ that was more important than a way out.
You.
At that exact moment, he hears footsteps. He turns around to see you walking in a different direction, at the entrance of the dead end he currently stands in. Youāre calm, you look the same as you always did. And heāll chase after you this time.
Dazai walks as quietly as he could, following you, to wherever you plan on going. You make several turns; one right and three lefts, before you stop at a door. A door that would likely lead you elsewhere, away from him. To somewhere you wanted to go, or needed to go. But that wasnāt the concern. If he let you go through the door, youād be gone again. Gone forever.
And heād lose you again. He canāt lose you again.
āLeaving so soon (Y/N)?ā
You look at him. You finally turn around and look at him. He canāt tell the exact emotion of your facial expression, but he takes it with relish either way. Your eyes are wide, contorted with fear, yet anger, with some kind of underlying urgency. A urgency to run. Escape the situation.
But Dazaiās faster than you are. As you try to push open the door, Dazai manages to grab onto your arm and push you back first. You gasp for a quick second, and then regain your composure again, glaring daggers into his eyes.
āLetā¦ Let me go you fucking bastard.ā
Dazai smirks, āNo.ā
As on instinct, your breathing becomes shallow and rapid, as your face fills with dread and anxiety. Youāre fighting against his grip, trying to break free from the position Dazai has you in, with your arms pinned against the wall, and his knee in between your thighs, keeping you in place. Dazai, on instinct, grips you by the arms tighter, until you feel like thereās no blood going into your hands.
āYou were going to leave, werenāt you?ā He mutters. āYou were going to leave me alone here, and escape. You know I was going to find you either way, right?ā
You open your mouth to protest at him, to tell him to fuck off, but nothing comes out of your mouth. Your jaw feels glued shut, it feels paralyzed.
āYou can never truly escape from me, no matter how hard you try to forget the days I held you captive. No matter what, youāll meet me again in some way, some shape, or some form,ā he continues. āYou should just accept that.ā
Your heart is racing. You want to speak, you want to scream, but your brain doesnāt seem to be able to command your body to do these things. Youāre struggling. Your hands are still shaking, trying to break free of his grip. Youāre doing everything you can just to not give out on the spot, because you know, that Dazai will take you away if you do that. But you canāt win against him either. Not like this.
Your jaw trembles, as you attempt to call for help, scream, see if anyone is there. But Dazai is faster than you. He covers your mouth and you make out a muffled sound instead. āShh.. donāt scream. Thereās no one here to help you anyways.ā
His voice sounds so gentle, so soft, it sounds loving, and genuine, if only you didnāt know what he had done to you at all. Dazai was always good at this, you could never say no to him, he always knew how to make your irrational heart win against your logical brain. Even though you could deny it to yourself all you wantedā¦ if Dazai wasnāt soā¦ cruel to you, you would have fallen for him several times over. But he wasnāt.
He was a monster. A monster with a luring personality, and a luring face, waiting for you to fall. Waiting for you to fall so he can posses you wholly. And you would have never known otherwise, until truly understood who and what he was.
āJust let me have my way with you, just this once, yeah?ā
He doesnāt wait for your answer. It wasnāt like he was going to listen whether you said yes or no, anyways. No matter what your answer was, he was going to continue with his actions.
And so, he kissed you. As always, they start off so gentle, so tender, that you could believe it was true. That he wasnāt going to be rough with you later on. His sweet demeanor could only last so long before he lost control of himself.
So you were right. Within moments of your lips touching, his kissing instantly became more desprate, as if his life depended on it. Soon, you begin trying to pull back to breathe, but Dazai wonāt let you. Heās waited two years, heās not going to wait any longer.
So you try to breathe through your nose with as much oxygen as you can get. Dazai doesnāt stop, heās trying to engrain the taste of your mouth inside his brain, heās trying to make this last forever. Itās what he truly wants.
And so the gentleness that masks him as human is gone now. Heās doesnāt care if youāre struggling to breathe, or if this is all wrong, that he should let you have your own free will. Heās acting as a man who has not seen oxygen in years. A man that has been rejuvenated back into life by your presence.
And so his actions, initially kissing, have now turned into an action so rough, that it was making your mouth bleed slightly. And he doesnāt stop. The blood gets smeared over both your mouths, the taste of the iron stinging your tongue, and the back of your throat. It gets into his mouth too, and smears over both your lips, almost like a lipstick.
And only when itās like that, does he stop. But you know this is far from done. You know what happens next and you donāt want it to happen. You inhale through your mouth, trying the best to ignore that your mouth is bleeding. You chest heaves up and down, while Dazai watches, wiping the blood off your blood off his mouth, and tasting it.
Itās addictive. It tastes so sweet to him.
Dazai then grips your chin with his index finger and thumb, while running his thumb over your lips. Itās supposed to be an intimate gesture, maybe a slightly romantic one, but you flinched either way.
You had always reacted this way to Dazaiās touch. No matter how many times he touched you, it always felt foreign to you. None of his actions felt they were done purely as of itself. They always led onto to something, often meant to confuse you. You hated it. You couldnāt what he wanted to do when he did certain actions and you always got the feeling he was playing with you for the fun of it, and that was most likely the case, most of the time.
Dazai smears the blood on your face and admires you.
Your face is visibily red, from the aggressive makeout session,, and your hair is discheveled, covering fractions of your face. Dazai brushes those strands away, as he looks at you. In return, you glare at him, feeling slightly grossed out, but in no position to protest. He then lets go of your arms, letting you fall slack against the wall for a second, and the realization hits again. Your heartbeat quickens at that, and you feel the urge to run, again.
Before you can make a move, youāre held in place again, by Dazaiās knee, which held you securely to the wall. You watch in terror as he takes off his coat and tosses it aside, discarded on the floor. No words are exchanged between the two of you, as you stare at him. Dazai moves his hands towards your chest, and starts unbuttoning your shirt as well.
āD-dazaiā¦ please stopā¦ā you mutter.
Dazai puts a finger over your lips. āJust relax, and try to enjoy it, okay? Iāll make sure you feel good, and that youāll never forget this time.ā
āN-no thatās not what I mean. I donātā¦ I donāt want to do thisā¦pleaseā¦ā
āItās okay, darling. You know you want this, either way.ā
The very air around you and Dazai seemed to be suffocating in a way you couldnāt quite say. It was tense, almost like an elastic band pulled to the very limit of what it could do, awaiting to snap at any moment.
And you were angry. Angry at Dazai that he wanted to do this. Angry at yourself for being caught by him. You felt an indescribable rage inside of you for what he had done to you over the years. Yet everytime, he still says he loves you.
Dazai would never let you go.
No matter where you went, heād always find a way to get you back. Youāre the only thing that he has left. The only thing that he truly wants to live for.
But you didnāt want to accept that for yourself. In fact, you couldnāt care less why the stupid bastard was so obsessed with you, to the point where you got sucked into this dream. You use the free hand, and slap Dazai in the face. It catches him off-guard enough for you to run back towards the door and open it. It creaks open, only for his hand to cover your mouth again, pushing you back against the wall, and keeping you in place.
āYouāre not leaving.ā Dazai snarls into your ear. āTry all you want, but Iām not letting you go.ā
You claw at his hand, trying to pry it off.
āMaybe I should fuck you stupid enough, so you never think of doing that again, hm?ā
You gaze at him in horror this time, while his hands travel back to your shirt and unbutton it completely this time, letting it fall to the floor. You wince slightly, due to how cold it is in the alleyway. Dazai then moves to your pants and begins unzipping them, and pulling them down to your ankles.
You once again, slightly recoil in disgust of his actions, but in no position to protest or escape. Now, youāre almost naked, left to the mercy of Dazai to do what he likes with you.
Tears sting your eyes. The, what felt like, slow torture of this entire situation felt painful.
Finally, Dazai takes off his pants. Heās painfully hard, and you cringe in disgust about how your fighting, struggling, and even crying aroused him so much.
Dazai moves his hands behind your back, unhooking your bra, and then he moves to your underwear. The last barrier separating you and him. He takes it off, noticing how wet it really is, and then tossing it aside too.
āMy, my, (Y/N). You were that wet from just kissing? I thought you didnāt want this at all.ā
āI-I donāt.ā
āBut your body does. You may deny it all you want, but your body yearns for me. Youāve been leaning into my touch ever since we met. Sure, youāre disgusted in what Iām doing, but do you want to know what your body thinks?ā
A pure look of anger which slowly changes into fear fills your face. Dazai leans into the crook of your neck.
āItās nice to be held be Dazai, isnāt it? You canāt change biological desire. And I thinkā¦ you know I understand that better than anyone.ā
And so, Dazai turns you onto your back, and pushes his entire cock inside of you. You hiss from the sudden intrusion that felt all to familiar and foreign at the same time.
And it reminds you of how painfully well he knows you, yet how little you know him.
And you feel his hands grab onto your hips, and he begins bouncing you up and down on his length, never failing to hit that place inside of you that sent sparks of pleasure up your body.
And he wasnāt being gentle this time, too. If he had been going any faster than he already was, you were sure it would have hurt more than brought pleasure to you.
And he repeats these actions, over, and over. Itās always been that way. Yet your mind felt like it was still melting from the actions. You canāt help it. You canāt help yourself. It feels so good, and you know only Dazai can do this to you.
You almost have to bite back on moaning as he constantly hits that spot. You refused to give him that satisfaction.
Dazai seems to notice this as well. āDonāt hold back. You know Iāll get what I want in the end, anyways.ā
Your breath hitches. You knew that. But you didnāt want to give Dazai the satisfaction of having all power over you. But that was all slowly becoming impossible as you came to the realization that physically, you had always wanted Dazai carnally, your mind just believed otherwise.
And as Dazai pushes you down particularly hard that time on his cock, you canāt help but loudly squeal at how good it really felt. It felt mind-numbing lay good. You enjoyed the pain, all too well.
Dazai smirks against your neck again, knowing that he had gotten you in a state where he has all the power. He leans into your neck. He bites down on the flesh, hard enough to draw blood. He licks at the blood enjoying the taste.
And at this exact moment, your hole clench around him too, signalling that you were close to your high.
Dazai groans slightly, taking in the pleasure of the feeling. But he was never kind enough to let you reach your high on the first round.
And he wasnāt going to be kind this time, either.
He bounces you on his cock at a more rapid pace, as your moans get higher and higher, until your cunt is clenching around him tight enough that he almost felt like you could snap his cock off.
And to think you didnāt like it? It made him scoff.
Dazai feels himself chasing his high too. It had been so longā¦ since he had last done this. He felt fulfilled. He felt like he, himself, were on cloud nine, all his previous emotions relieved, instead a dark sort of pleasure replacing any previous emotions.
Youāre no different yourself. Despite your anger and hatred towards him, even from one look at your eyes, he could tell you were craves this in a carnal way as well. And for miles around, only the slapping of skin, combined with wet noises, and moaning could be heard. There was no need for anymore than that.
But then it all stops. You look at him in confusion, whining slightly, as he pulls out. Dazai never let you come the first time. He would reduce you to a whining, brainless, mess before allowing you to cum. Only to let you cum so many times, that you wouldnāt even be able to walk the next day.
Yet as for himself, he would cum countless times, until your holes were filled with him, and until your body was covered in it. His cum.
You wince at the gross sticky sensation between your legs again. You feel Dazaiās cum running down your thigh, and it feels disgusting. Normally, youād yell at him for him to pull out, but right now, your mind was too hazed with other things to care.
āYou think you get to cum on the first round after acting like that?ā
You donāt respond, trying to get rid of the feeling of being so empty.
āYouāre really that desperate, arenāt you?ā
You still donāt respond, breathing heavily. Your mind is numbed again, still trying to recover from the myriad of sensations hitting you. Your mind is still hazy with lustful desire.
Dazai sighs, āI suppose Iāll just have to make you cum over, and over, and over, until you canāt anymore.
Your eyes slowly widen again, as you stare at him. āNoā¦. Noā¦ please anything but tha-ā
āShhā¦ shhā¦ itās okay belladonna. Youāll feel so good at the end of it. Promise.ā
āNo pleaseā¦ Dazai, I didnāt mean it like that. Please, pleaseā¦ itāll hurtā¦.ā
Dazai caresses your face. Itās a gentle, tender action that you want to lean into. But you know it feels more like a nurse preparing you for a needle. A very painful needle that would scar you your arm, that would make you look in shame for the rest of your life.
He kisses you, again, and you have no choice to accept what he gives you.
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Dazai looks at you. Youāve came more times than he could actually count, to the point where you werenāt even conscious anymore. Youāre covered in cum, sweat, and scratch and bruise marks. A mixture of yours and his cum drips out of your hole, and he takes the sight in with a sick sort of satisfaction.
Heāll a,ways love you. In his own sick, twisted way. Every step he takes, every breath he takes. Heāll do it all for you. You donāt belong to anyone else. Youāre his, only his.
No matter how far you go, youāll always be pulled back to him.
He picks you up, and kisses you on the forehead. You look so peaceful.. sleeping. He drapes his jacket over you, and puts his clothes back on.
āLetās go home now, shall we Belladonna?ā
He walks out of the alleyway, his footsteps echoing throughout the walls.
ā-
One light flickers.
Static fills Dazaiās ears. He opens his eyes. He sits up disoriented, looking around at his surroundings.
Thatās right.
Heās still in prison, heās still detained in this room, and he forever will be. Until he tries to escape. Until thereās a way out of this, heāll just have to stay here, and hope for the best. At this moment, he remembers why he was here in the first place.
He turns on his on his back again. The desolate ceiling mocks him.
But his mind doesnāt want to think about that now. That dream he just hadā¦. It felt so surreal yet real at the same time. He wonders if you were actually there, or if it was just a figment of his imagination.
Thereās an obvious answer to that question, though. Itās not even worth asking.
Youāre gone. Forever. He doesnāt even know where you are. You donāt know where he is either.
He thought of that dream just to relive his own desires. Thereās nothing more to it. Everything is still the same. Yet, he couldnāt help but feel some delusional hope that something was different today.
But he should crush that hope before disappointment gets to him again.
Just then, there is a knock in the door. He wonders who it is. As he walks towards the door, he wonders why the prison guards are bothering him. Yet again. It wasnāt like he had done anything over the previous days.
He twists the doorknob, thinking about what heās going to say this time. Maybe heāll even punch them in the face.
However, as he pulls the door back, itās not what he expected at all.
Noā¦ maybe being hopeful worked, for once. Maybe the dream was to tell him something.
Itās you.
Youāre here.
And if looks could kill, he would just be about dead now.
#yandere dazai#yandere dazai osamu#yandere dazai x reader#yandere dazai osamu x reader#bsd smut#bsd x reader#dazai smut#dazai x y/n#bungou stray dogs dazai#bungo stray dogs#bsd#yandere bsd x reader#bsd x reader smut#yandere bsd#down bad hours#dazai bsd#bungou stray dogs#ok ima go sleep now Iām so tired.#okay actually there's a lot of errors in here but I don't feel like fixing it so </3#have fun reading it ig#also in case ur wondering wtf you just read... don't worry I am too.#But basically dazai's in prision and he's thinking about you.. and you guys get pulled into the same dream#yeah. lmfao.
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[just after having helped River make a getaway from a heist of an astatine lace shawl ā the rarest substance in the universe ā without her even needing to ask beyond a simple āhello sweetieā scrawl in the sky] [Eleventh Doctor] āI can see its worth ā but Alice is right! Whatās so special about a lace shawl?ā [River] āAh, well, lace, you see, is the traditional gift for a thirteenth wedding anniversaryā¦ā [Eleventh Doctor] āWedding anniversary? Whose wedding anniversary?ā [River] āSpoilersā¦!ā *winks* [Thirteenth Doctor, reminiscing] āI love River.ā
HAPPY THIRTEENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY TO THE DOCTOR AND RIVER SONG!
Sources: Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: The Lady in the Lake, The Day of the Moon, Doctor Who Magazine Special Edition #33, The Wedding of River Song, The Big Bang, The Angels Take Manhattan, The Many Lives of Doctor Who: Without a Paddle, The Time of the Doctor, Forest of the Dead, Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: The Wife of River Song, Eleventh Doctor Year Two: Physician Heal Thyself, A Good Man Goes to War, Eleventh Doctor Chronicles: Broken Hearts, The Husbands of River Song, Doctor Who Confidential: When Time Froze
#river song#eleventh doctor#twelfth doctor#tenth doctor#thirteenth doctor#yowzah#edits by seaweed#words by seaweed#I know there's not a lot of 12 and 10 and 13 rep but oh well theres not as much source material. I got like a quote from them each#regular reminder that psychopath has no clinical meaning and is more of a reclaimed slur than a descriptive term etc#reclaimed language#ableist language#this is about them being messy (positive) together. ALSO river was promised Stevie Wonder for her 13th anniversary <3#I HAVE ZERO SOURCES FROM BOOKS WHAT im sure there are some perfect quotes from novels & short stories but well#I got episodes and audios and comics and magazines#did I miss posting a thing for 'fourteen years since fish custard' day a few weeks back? yes. yes I did.#am I trying to make up for it by celebrating a day that references a very specific comic that less people likely heard of? yes. yes i am.#maybe shoulda posted this at midnight last night. April 22 is almost over in the UK I think#okay I gotta go to work now! ima watch Wedding of River Song tonight
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THEWAFFLE HOUSE GUYS,,!!!ive missed themā¦.
#bandit's doodles#waffle duo#mumbo jumbo#grian#wdwh#<- took me long enough to get a tag in place aye#I donāt know if this counts as an au or not#I just think about them#theyāre so important to me#I actually drew these when Mumbo put his waffle back but I got sidetracked#weāll just act like this was recent okay#I donāt know what Iām gonna do with this āstorylineā but for now these horrendous doodle pages are enough for my little brain#ima go add the tag to the other Waffle House things I did now :-)
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coworkers are fucking me over and corporate thinks I canāt do my job yeehaw healthcare worker things š
#nina rambles~ā¦#so I bounce around at this job I do patient care and I also do like medical records#im in charge of making sure that all the documents are in the patient charts#and part of that includes entering invoices and op-reports#a coworker STOLE THE INVOICES and so I couldnāt get those in#and then corporate sent an email like hey Nina why arenāt these scanned#idk man I physically donāt have them theyāre off in this dudes pocket where ever the fuck he is#and theyāre still getting on my ass for it like okay let me just manifest them#no I gotta wait till his dumbass coughs them up or I gotta wait days for another copy#I canāt do shit#and then op-notes are not done by me theyāre done by the doctors#the doctors arenāt doing their op notes theyāre choosing to go on vacations to Italy instead#and so corporate once again on my ass like where are the documents#I donāt fucking know maybe ask your doctors who are on the other side of the world right now#they do that shit not me#and now theyāre like āyour center is behind the others with the informationā#i am physically unable to do anything#my hands are tied#get on the doctors ass for not finishing their work before going on vacation and get on my coworkers ass for stealing the shit I need#donāt get on me#if i get another email ima lose it
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// ... the day of American reckoning.
Bright side is that my 7 day vacation starts tomorrow. Part of it will be spent at Sonic Expo in Dallas, but majority of it will be spent rotting in my hotel room, gorging on take out. I'm hoping to be very productive here during that time.
#(( ima be honest chat. it has not been a good week. i had a full blown meltdown the other night.#and I've not really been responding to messages cuz I've just been in my bubble trying to keep it from popping.#but these days off will be needed. work being consistently busy combined with IRL drama of the very unkind and toxic variety#... i have been very not myself and very drained. it's time for a break. and I'm so happy that break starts tomorrow.#ima go buy my lil shadow the hedgehog goodies and then enjoy my own company in my hotel room.#i hope y'all are well. thank you for being patient and delicate with me. hope to be back to myself soon. ā¤ļø#and for my fellow 'muricans... take some time for yourself today okay? buy yourself a nice pastry.#a pretty beverage. something you've been eyeing. we all deserve it if only to confirm a bit of happiness on this day of uncertainty.#that's all i have to say on the matter. ))#;; oh jeeze what now? ( ooc )#;; tbd
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AND ANOTHER THING āš¾
something about the way that ācolorful teachersā comment/moment happened and then babs looked at the camera like that and then ava looked at her like that.. idk i feel like that should be added to the ava is queer column š¤·š¾āāļø
#they had a moment and I wonāt be told otherwise#Barbara knows ava is queer but they havenāt talked about it on camera yet?#is this thing on are yāall seeing what Iām seeing here#basically this show is gay as hell and I mean what else could we expect from Quinta people be gay Brunson#we love to see it#also like I donāt think itās a secret per se I just think ava is private about her real life#abbott elementary#Abbott Elementary spoilers#again not really a spoiler but ima tag it just in case#okay now I really do need to go do my actual job lol#im just sayinggg it was quick but it was there#ae s3
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hi i have been inactive for a while due to the chk chk boom. hope you understand.
#HI HELLO BESTIES I WISH I COULD UPDATE YOU GUYS BUT I HAVE BEEN SUPER BUSY AND CONSUMED BY THE HORRORSā¢#basically im moving out the country in like four days so packing has been a whole ordeal#not to mention i'm procrastinating feeling my feelings#my three month gre prep plan turned into a one week prep reality T-T my unofficial score is 321 out of 340 which is... idrk#i was in the middle of a lot of things and given the level of time and energy i was able to commit amidst the chaos... it's not too bad.#OH ALSO i got done with the round one registration for my courses today and it was a MESS#(technically only the in-dept courses were due today. the ones from the other depts were due 17th. either way. the website was being cruel)#oh and as for out-dept courses it's a different procedure but I managed to get Intro to ML! absolutely insane given my meager coding skills#as well as my shaky understanding of engineering calculus. in other words welcome back my arch nemesis slash lover miss mathematics#oh and! all my friends are also moving away which basically means the past week has been meeting my besties and trying not to cry#i've been reading a bit as well! i read assistant to the villain and it was simply the cutest book ever i need the sequel SO BAD#OH AND GOSE IS BACK so that's been fun#so yeah that's what's up#i really wished i had more time to update on here I had a really cool idea for this week but i've been too exhausted sighhh#hope you guys have been doing well also please feel free to text or tag me on posts i might not be able to reply but i love reading updates#sending lots of hugs and chocolates to all my beloveds <3#oh oh also please go check out skz's comeback it's so good!#okay it's like 12:26am now ima go sleep now gnight byeeee#megumi in the tags#megumi.fm
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idk if anyone has like, said this to death already, but i respect crowley so much for answering Gabriel's questions, even some he didn't know how to ask (like with the gravity scene). like, we see clearly throughout the season crowley being more protective and therefore aggressive at gabriel for aziraphel's sake. but never for asking a question!
and that's something that we see in both seasons but i just love how consistently in support of asking questions and being curious just for curiosity's sake. hell be rude to all sorts of people and things bc fuck authority and biggotry. but he won't ever be rude to someone for asking a question. and he always answers.
i think that speaks a lot to his internal turmoil towards being punished for questioning without even receiving a reason for it all. more than the season 1 monologue, even, bc he shows the moral standards crowley sets for himself to not be the thing that hurt him most
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For once, Dante has no way to contact Beatrice. Usually all he has to do is turn around (she's always near, he needs to keep her safe somehow-) or shout or sometimes call her phone. It's easy. Comforting to know.
But nowā¦
She is away. Undercover. He can't call her. Can't hear her voice, can't tug her into a hug, can't make sure she's safe.
And she's probably not trying too hard to keep it that way, too.
He sighs quietly, and shifts over to his back. There are countless (21, actually; he has counted them many times) stars glued onto the ceiling. They shine slightly in green, and not for the first time Dante is amazed.
He never had that. Jasmin never had that. Bea didn't either. His son will get it. Isn't that a comforting thought?
ā¦it would be. Could be, if he had them all here. Maybeā¦ maybe even just one of them. Just to know they're safe.
(He still doesn't have Jasminās current phone number. āSoon,ā Kian says and Dante wants to scream because it's been days and when is soon?)
This time, he takes a deep breath and holds it for a few seconds. Releases it. Then breathes again.
No sighing. He needs to relax.
Dante's eyes glance over the stars. A breeze of wind enters the room with a quiet whistle; his eyes move over to that next.
God. He's so tired.
He's tired all the time, recently. Gal has been offering him pills two times a day- which is probably not his decision, but Dante takes the iron anyway. If Kian wants to stuff with with pillsā¦
Well. It's not like he has a say in anyway.
Point is, he's supposed to be feeling better, and he does. Sometimes. Not often. Being able to go about without getting sick isn't much good if he can't get out of bed in the first place.
#calworks#have a little tiny wip of the oneshot im working on......#its a silly au i have many many things to consider about it but. its dangal. that's all that matters#(you cant see it yet but. it is. trust me)#also yes im giving dante anemia i can do whatever i want#okay going to sleep now ima finish this tmr š«¶š«¶
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finished dai like all the way so now i gotta lot of thoughts that i must let simmer in my mind on low heat while i play DA:O...and maybe DA: II
#dai posting#š§š§š§#i really really wanted to disband the inquistion n fuck off forever w cullen but then solas had to go in ruin that#next time im gonna make my inky way more selfish like she's gonna disband and live on a farm w cullen & thier 3+ children n just never EVER#tell ppl solas WILL BE a future problem she already lost an arm n the lingering implications that she doesnt have many years left now ...#like fuck it ima retire at least she and cullen get to keep the dog#oh and I made cassandra the new pope#was leaning for leliana...#but then when we got 2 the winter palace shes like lets just kill both leaders and keep the 3rd one around as a puppet and im like#okay..thats uhh a plan.. maybe if things got really really bad but im sure i can just blackmail all 3 of them into an alliance#solas was right she has no faith left so for her being divine is just a game of tactics cassandra at least was always a believer#side note#my inky must have the finest legs in all of ferelden bc i never bothered getting mounts in this game
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first i bought your book, second your not following me, im hurt. ~ local pocket dragon is crying
Well one, thanks for your patronage! š„¹ I hope you end up enjoying it!
Two, Iāll let urrbody know right now; I am notoriously bad at following back LMAO! Iāve always been this way on any social media site, I fear! š«£ Itās truly nothing personal, though. Iām just lazy and my Tumblr feed in particular is such a mess I donāt even scroll on it no more, I just be logging in to shitpost and leave š
#I also have an extensive mute list that unfortunately makes most of my feed filtered posts LOL#anything kpop is an auto-mute & if I canāt find tags to block individual posts then I just quietly unfollow#critical role is another auto-mute#I play dnd but Iām really only into it cause of my friend group not cause I really think dnd is amazing š#man this reminds me I should go through what I actually have muted cause itās been so long LOL#but anyway ima add you now donāt be sad no more okay!#not so Anon ask
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I cant stop drawing V in this pose after I drew her like that for her ref sheet for whateverthefuck au. We havenāt been really focusing or even trying to find ideas for the au, so for now till itās decided itās the whateverthefuck au.
#toagy art (yes ibeg)#murder drones#murder drones au#Canadian Lynx V#my art#it isnāt math class without some doodles#Iām running out of tag ideas so ima go now#yes Fennec Fox Lizzy is done#iām so proud of myself#and also proud of my art#okay bye fr lmao#back to add one last tag#whateverthefuck au
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Istg- my goofy ass is always wondering why I feel like shit and then I remembered Iāve only eaten lemon chicken soup, water, and gum for the past week
#lmao why am i like this#why do i do this to myself#anorexiacore ššš#thatās not funny#iām not funny#but I like to pretend I am#anyways#I still canāt stop thinking about those absolutely heavenly āØCostco hotdogsāØ like seriously I need a wiener in my mouth#I just remembered that the pope knows the lore of undertale#Matpat I love you but why did you give him this power#wait I think he might be dead now#nvm js checked heās not dead#I think idk really#okay ima go cry in the corner now
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Im so happy I have a fucking easy exam that will maybe overshadow all the other exams. English is like the easiest class ever and I know I'm going to pass it. I'm very confident on that one. The other three tho š y'all please pray for my ability to pass this shit bc ima die if I get a bad grade.
#This is coming from someone who has panic attacks at anything lower than 80%#When I say pass I kinda just mean pass by my parents standards#OKAY IMA GO TAKE THOSE NOTES NOW ILL SHUT UP
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I wonder if Kyo is going to switch to Vshojo or Holostars
Considering Nijisanji's pay is ethically horrendous (as far as corporate vtubers goes), I can him switching to get better benefits and actual management than does management after the past 3 weeks.
#mun post#it's actually messed up how koreaboos on twitter won this time around#when i found out niji only gives their livers 2% of their total streaming revenue and they rely on merch drops I literally stopped watching#like vshoujo pays 50% streaming revenue and that's fair#kyo kaneko#because im sorry but cannot look me in the eye and say āyeah i gave my oshi $100 and he gets 2% of itā like that's acceptable#if ima give a guy $5 he better get $2.50 not $0.10 ya know??#i do watch him but im filled with deep sadness when i see kyomies tipping because on average kyo is not earning a living wage right now#he'd probably be okay going back to indie but i kmow he's needs to money it's just like m a n#getting told to not stream as punishment after going public about his health over antis is fucked#regardless of what he does im down to keep watching but man it's hard to see someone take shit because of contractual enforcement
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