#please I’m tired

[cosmiccdivinityy]

There’s nothing worst than not liking the most popular fandom/fanon headcanons cause then you’re left with like no fanfic to read unless you spend hours shifting through shit 😭😭

Like I hate Vigilante!Deku and dadzwa and almost every MHA fanfic involves some sort of the two. Or shinsou is a major character with a poor baby backstory like idgaf about that child. Or Deku is straight up a villain with the LOV like cool let’s gloss over all the murder they tried to commit and did.

Or Danny Phantom and everyone’s instance to cross it over with DC specifically Batman if I ever meet the person who started that 😤😤

Sigh.

This is why I stick with HP there’s so much more variety, and those people don’t go crazy with the tagging system so it’s easier to shift through shit

[ghost-biird]

Gonna need everyone to start posting homestuck again soon, the current drama climate is boring

[chiefguideandcentre]

Why is this dog so annoying?! Right outside my window barking barking barking BARKING. Like shut the fuck up! I don’t care if you see something. What, are you talking to another dog I can’t hear? Aren’t you tired? Doesn’t your throat hurt? This is non-stop, take a fucking break. It’s nighttime, now is not the time for your nonsense. Please develop a sense of awareness and realize you are being obnoxious and then cease and desist immediately. But no NoOoOoOOooOo gotta keep going, just gotta keep barking and barking and barking and……

[waytoobsessed]

The lack of sleep may be fast

BUT I’M FASTER

[an-ivy-covered-summer]

taylor sung the prophecy today bc she saw my post about the cubs, obviously.

[ssenza]

It is calming to see something familiar in another

inspo x x

[s-cullayy]

Tumblr needs ao3 style filters so I can filter out “[name] x reader” posts

[gregre369]

How’s it going my chronic illness having girlies, boylies, and theylies?! Because let me tell you, this shit is whack. And some of you have had it since birth. Like I’m tired, please.

[spoonyspine]

Bill appreciates all the love and support

I know my bill has been getting some attention in some places even on here (which is crazy bc I don’t even post!) Tho I do think he would love all the support he is getting bc it just means he can manipulate you all to shake his hand better! To say my apologies I will post a few bill art i done over the past months.

Thanks yet again! I’ll probably post more in the future on here!

[st4ngray]

Haven’t finished the game yet did this happen

[cosmiccdivinityy]

Listen if anyone’s seeing this and has any semblance of deceny you’ll rec me all of the JJK fics you have that center mostly on Itadori.

Plz I beg im down in the trenches oh my knees. The amount of Gogo/Geto or character/reader I have to shift too is absurd.

I just want fics about my precious baby boi is that to much to ask.

So yeah JJk Itadori centered fics please and thank you.

Any pairing is fine.

[new-revenant]

Twenty something year old Danny becomes a preschool teacher to a class of young meta and liminal kids, he helps to keep the kids calm when they discover their abilities and is genuinely one of the better teachers at the school. He's also a part time member of the Justice League. He's in the middle of a meeting when he gets a call from a freaked out substitute teacher saying one of the kids is stuck halfway through the wall and doesn't know what to do. Danny excuses himself and explains that one of his kids is having a small problem and he'll be right back and then leaves not realizing the chaos he left behind in his wake as the Justice League believe that Phantom has multiple kids and is a single father

I love teacher!Danny AUs, they are always so wacky and fun. And this seems so sweet! I love misunderstanding plots where the misunderstanding is something super simple. And plots where characters think someone is talking about their children children, when they’re actually talking about their students or something. Basically I love this prompt <3

So the JL know Danny is Phantom and stuff, probably are also away that’s he’s a ghost. Danny says that one of his kids is stuck in a wall at school and the substitute teacher is freaking out, so he’s gotta go real quick. Once he leaves one of the members(I’m thinking Flash because…I like him)is like, “Soo…wanna bet on how many kids he has? I’m guessing three-no-four.” The meeting quickly devolves into this conversation, until Batman or someone else steers it back.

After the meeting, rumors spread through the JL about Danny’s kids, and many bets are made. It takes them a while for everyone to figure out that Danny is just a teacher and not a father. Some figure it out faster than others though, but they think it would be funnier if they go along with the father Danny idea. Batman definitely knows what’s going on, he should know what Danny’s job is at the very least. He does consider the fact that maybe he might be a father, but that thought is short lived.

[kensatou]

forget the horrors and think about this baby achieving everything he wanted and more (first goal, 2005 vs 600th goal, 2024)

[fappellmoan]

[kurooh]

explaining the basic culinary concepts of thanksgiving to choso goes in one ear and out the other, until you start talking about stuffing something, having to pack it all in so it’s full.

“cho, wait, the turkey’s cooking—”

he shrugs uselessly, yanking your underwear off and making sure to avoid the neat knot of your apron at your back. he’d pulled at your shirt eagerly before eventually deciding to leave you in your apron and whatever was beneath it.

choso spits onto his cock and slicks it up along his length, making his skin glossy and sticky. small beads of pearlescent precum spill from the slit of his cock, only adding to the lubrication and making it better. he gnaws on his lower lip as he guides his cock towards your quivering pussy, exhaling sharply when he pushes in.

that first overwhelming wave of pleasure is always the hardest to stand against—you’re so tight and oh so warm, slick walls squeezing him hungrily. heat burns at the back of his neck and he tosses his head back, shakily grabbing onto your hips in an effort to steady you against the kitchen counter.

“fuck, choso,” you moan, eyes rolling back into your skull. instinctively, your ass presses back into his pelvis, an obvious plea for something more. “it’s—‘s so fucking big.”

“it’s the perfect size for you,” he whines, shaking his head to clear the thoughts of cumming prematurely. “arch a little, please.”

you comply easily, choking on a sound of delight when he finally starts to move inside you. like an older car, it takes choso a little while to get it going, but once he does . .

small glass bottles of spices tumble around the counter when you push your arms forward, nails scratching at the granite as you search for something to get a hold of. his hips help to bully his cock deeper inside you, his tip kissing your cervix almost every thrust.

“f-fuck!” you keen, a sob tearing from your throat.

his fingers stroke over your back and he shakily reassures you, a large hand scooping under your chin: “i know, i—ngh, baby . . you’re t-taking it so well.” a beat of verbal silence is filled with desperate moans and the steady clap of skin against skin; when choso speaks again, he’s so far gone you can’t quite make heads or tails of his words.

“i-i love it—i love this pussy, i love you—o-oh god, ‘m gonna fuck you full, baby. gonna show you what stuffed really means.”

your legs tremble weakly, and your face is pressed against the counter while a few tears spill freely down your cheeks. choso’s heavy balls slap against your clit, begging to be emptied and lavished in attention. your back arches and your puffy pussy starts to flutter hard around his cock, teary cries of delight leaving your lips when he grunts and continues to fuck you.

“i-inside, i need to cum inside you,” choso gasps, hand dropping to your throat and pulling you back against him. the new adjustment makes it more difficult for his cock to slip out of you now, and easier for him to fuck deeper.

“cho,” you stutter out dumbly, not even registering the burning smell spreading throughout the kitchen, “jus’ fill me up, stuff me like you wanted.”

it’s as if the words command his body; choso’s breath comes in fast, wheezy pants as his hips stutter unceremoniously and he’s almost out of time to warn you. “i really will,” he gasps, voice cracking and words splintering, “‘m gonna put a baby in you, too.”

hot ribbons of white spill against your cervix, leaving his cock throbbing and soaking in his mess. choso came so hard you can’t help but wonder how long it’ll take for it to finally spill out of you — an hour, at least. his hand presses down firmly against the softness above your pelvis, and the pressure makes your cunt bear down harder on him, squeezing the last few drops of cum out of his cock.

“l-lemme feel it, baby. cum for me, please, need to—” he can’t even finish his sentence before you’re cumming so hard his cock is pushed out of you. it rests against his pelvis, twitching as he hears you ride out the high. it’s nothing but euphoric, filled with relief and excitement all at once—but the illusion quickly falls away when you smell something burning.

the something is your turkey that had been cooking nicely in the oven, becoming crisp and delicious. now, it’s blackened and reeking. choso lightly presses a hand to the center of your back and apologizes.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t think—”

you sigh disappointedly, unable to recover much of the turkey. “i-it’s okay. there’s just a ton of stuffing for it.”

“stuffing?” he asks, as cum starts to drip from your cunt, making your inner thighs messy.

“it’s just an add on to put into the turkey,” you supply, waving plumes of black smoke away. “it makes it bigger, fuller.”

“so, like pregnancy?”

“i guess?” you ask, utterly confused. “who compares turkey to pregnancy?”

“it makes sense to me. i did fuck a baby into you, didn’t i?”

[yujateaandpi]

the devil works hard but the Mabel haters in my Instagram comments work harder