#random bullshit lmao

[kaiserkisser]

GUYS IVE HAD THIS THOUGHT FROM AGES IM FINALLY POSTING IT

okay so this is basically a post on how the song redemption by besomorph is literally about dazai. never made one of these before but i need yall's opinions

LETS START

ok so.

You say I make you nervous, a tragedy I'm a beautiful disaster, a reckoning You wonder how I got this way (you wonder how I got this way) You think I'm someone to be saved, someone to clean up and tame Oh somethings never change, never change, oh

for me, this is dazai's relationship with mori. the first line a direct reference to what he told mori at 22 at the truce meeting. the third line, its exactly what it says, with the 'you' being mori. (could be referring to when mori asked dazai why he wanted to die at 15) the next line, mori not letting him die, keeping him alive despite his attempts to kill himself. the last line? idk. maybe maybe that emptiness he feels never going away?

You think I would look pretty on your arm Once you cover up my bruises and battle scars But it always ends the same (but it always ends the same) Can't bear the things I've had to face Got you crying on your knees in pain Oh, somethings never change, never change, oh

the ffirst line, him being mori's right hand man. the second, his bandages. um, idk the exact reference for the rest but listen it still gives me dazai vibes okay???

You'll break your back to make me feel again Suffocate to make me breathe again Lose your mind from endless praying Somethings never change, never change, oh Redemption never came

for me, this is BOTH chuuya and odasaku towards dazai. both care for him, dont want to let him die (despite what chuuya says) esp odasaku, he literally died, and his last words were aimed at helping dazai feel a little more, be a bit better. the some things never change? maybe the 'everything worth wanting is always lost the moment i obtain it' still being true, even after all this time? (the manga events- :'( ). redemptiom never came, for the fact that eventually, maybe he didnt succeed in saving people like odasaku wanted? that, fir him, odasaku died, and he was seperated from chuuya for four years and it wasnt really the same after?

I stopped asking for forgiveness 'cause you should know Only fools tread where the angels fear to go But you keep trying to get too close (But you keep trying to get too close) Saved myself by turning into stone So save your judgment 'cause you just don't know But somethings never change, never change, oh

idk im thinking of the ada but idk how to explain it more... dazai vibes alr?

They say I should feel guilty and change my ways Leaving crumpled bodies in my wake Swear I didn't mean to make them break (Swear I didn't mean to make them break) But they're so delicate and so mundane And they keep coming like a moth to flame Oh somethings never change, never change

um i dont know how to explain this either it just really REALLY seems like a dazai thing. genuinely. please tell me you get what i mean. bc istg i KNOW what i mean but i dont know how to SAY it urghhhhhhhh

thats the song lmao ANYWAYS GO LISTEN TO IT!!!!!!!!! ITS AN AMAZING SONG!!!!!!

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

So, you're single now? That's great. There is nothing wrong with being single. Being single is not a condition that needs to be"fixing", and there are many people who are happy on their own. In fact, trying to "fix" someone being single is a felony, and gets you registered as a sex offender. So, I think that you're fine the way you are. Oh, and don't tell the others this, but you're eligible for recruitment into the Aromantic Army, just ask any aromantic blog about it and they should understand. Have a great day!

yes I do know all of this, but the reminder does help I guess? that was a bit of an intense way to put it tho lol, but thank you.

and in fact I am already apart of such an army, and I actually am the owner of one such blog lol

[r3db3ans]

Breans V.S the sh*tty life of fanfiction. - 0

"And here the new beginning of my life."

Yeah, yes, you're right, the color palette of this is pink.

And yes it is short.

[NEXT]

[suncast-moth]

Goldfish goblet for Loki ✨️✨️

[monst]

Impromptu date night 

Tim Drake x F. Reader

Summary- Helena’s flight got delayed due to bad weather. Tim didn’t have to make the drive to Newark until tomorrow afternoon. So when he pulled out his phone and saw that it was only 9pm on a Saturday; well he was picking up takeout and calling to see if you were busy.  

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDI) Drugs (THC/Weed), Stoner Tim agenda, Edging, Unprotected sex, He’s a biter, Riding to doggy, Established relationship, Switch(Reader and Tim), Sharknado…  

WC- 3K

      You're stretched out on your couch, legs tangled in a blanket as you use your remote to scroll through the apps on your TV. You yawn into the cuff of Tim’s sweater, the large green hoodie currently serving as a nightdress. Your stomach growls as you remember the edible you took about an hour ago. And you're thinking of ordering something when your screen lights up with an incoming call. You smile at the picture of Tim falling into a water fountain and pick up. 

     ���Hey. How’s the drive?”

     “Not driving.” He replies, before you can ask he’s speaking again “Did you eat?” 

    “Not yet, I was about to order out but wait what do you mean you're not driving?” 

    “Is your balcony door unlocked?” You roll your eyes at the roundabout answer, and look over to see the door handle lifting. 

     “Flight was canceled, I brought food.” He grinned. Holding out takeout. “Don’t move you look cozy” 

     You watched in amusement as he shook out his damp hair, setting the bag on the door handle to pull off his wet sweatshirt leaving him in a black athletic shirt. He slid his feet out of Superman motif crocs and walked over. He planted a quick kiss to your cheek, before taking a seat to pull out the containers. 

    “What are we watching?” You look down at what he brought and pick out what you like while offering him a shrug. He looked you over again, noting your half-lidded gaze, and smiled “Got any more?” He ate the other half of your edible and you both sat scrolling, entering streaming app after streaming app. Tim was almost done with his food when his eyes lit up. 

      “Have you seen Sharknado?” He asked. 

      “Uh no. Is that the flying sharks thing? Why?” 

      “Yeah, We were at Saint Monica’s for a mission once and Bart mentioned it because the protagonist was from there. And we were coincidentally fighting a shark. Well shark god if we’re being specific. It’s a fun movie.” He rambled.

      You scrunched your nose at him skeptically. “And now we’ve got to watch them all, trust me! We were all high when we watched them it was hilarious.” You let him use his credentials to log into his account and stretched your legs over his lap. His cool fingers came to rest on them as soon as they settled over him, blue eyes met yours briefly before he pressed play on the first movie. He covered your legs with your blanket and leaned back against the cushions. By the ten-minute mark, you were already checked out. Your eyes felt like they were swimming in molasses when you looked away from the screen. Your dizzy eyes settled on Tim, watching as the TV reflected off his pale skin. His hair was no longer wet you noted. You let your gaze wander lower, noticing how relaxed his eyes were, how his jaw wasn’t clenched, how slow his breathing had gotten. Your sight settled on his nimble fingers playing with the fabric of your blanket. Tim had pretty hands.

     You thought he was pretty everywhere and you really liked how he blushed pink when you’d say as such. His pretty cock also flushed a rosy pink. The thought had you staring at his covered crotch. You shifted your legs atop the fabric of his basketball shorts and he quickly lifted his hands and blanket off them. “Hot?” 

     “Yeah~” It took his now slower brain a bit of time to comprehend the tone in which you said it. He turned his head to you, breath catching at the heat in your eyes. You're not even looking at him your gaze is set on his now-interested cock. 

     “Did you see what just happened?” He tried. You didn’t, He knew that and you knew that. You didn’t reply until your name left his lips. Your sultry gaze took its time to meet his eyes, taking a nice detour through the contours of his muscles and the pretty line of his neck. His eyes caught your tongue running across your lips as you took in the sharp line of his jaw and his plump lower lip.

    You let your eyes trace the bow on his top lip before lazily taking in his growing flush. Only when your eyes met his did you speak. “Yeah?” 

    You saw him let out a deep exhale, your eyes dipping back down to see his Adam's apple bob at his swallow. A low burning flame settled into his stomach. His gaze dropped to your lips, the movie now background noise to the blood rushing through his ears. You shift your legs underneath yourself a slow smirk settling across your face. And you make a show of crawling across the small distance onto his lap. 

    You settle your thighs on either side of his. And sit up blocking the screen, he’s looking up at you through thick lashes, pupils dilated. 

    “Was this your plan?” You hum, slowly grinding down on him. The weight of you atop him grounds him, and you feel his body relax beneath you. 

    “No, but I'm not complaining.” He sounds pleased, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. At your suspicion, he leans back “I mean unless you really want to watch Sharknado instead?”  

     You don’t reply straight away, leaning in close to his lips, your just brushing up against the smooth flesh when you whisper against them.

    “Timothy.” He shudders. “Do you want to watch Sharknado?”

    “No.” Comes his quick breathless reply. 

    “You want to watch me?” He groans out a curse, his nod coming soon after. Your tongue licks across his lips and he leans forwards to meet you in a sloppy kiss. Coordination is shot as you grind your panty-clad pussy against his growing erection. He’s moaning just as much into your mouth as you are, while you continue to hump him. When you pull back, he’s blinking in confusion at the loss. 

     Your thoughts are foggy but your coherent enough to let out a short “Cute” 

    “M’not cute.” He sighs into your mouth when you come back to give him one more kiss. He nips at your lower lip just as you are about to reaffirm your statement. “Thought you said I’d get a show?” 

    The THC in your system makes you slow to frown at his snark but you quickly follow up with conditions. You are a bit ditzy at the moment, not gone of reason, and like hell are you letting Tim boss you around right now. Not when you’re this needy and if he had his way this would last hours. “Hands to yourself” You demand.

     You held his gaze when his hands wandered up your sides pulling his sweater up allowing him to see that you were in a pretty red pair of panties he’d gifted you “Why are you walking around like this.” He teased. 

     “It’s my place Timmers I can be naked if I want.” 

     “Can you? 

     “Can I what?”

     “Be naked already” He was trying for sarcastic but the desperate twinge to his tone gave him away. His gaze veered off into the distance before he relaxed his shoulders against the couch deciding to listen. You huffed out a laugh and pulled yourself to your knees to give him space, giggling quietly when he quickly lifted his hips to shove his pants and boxer briefs off. 

   You could feel his burning gaze watching as you slid the damp material of your panties to the side. He leaned back to see, looking past your belly to watch as you let your cunt glide against his hard cock, pussy coating his dick with your wet slick. He gripped the arm of the couch with one hand, the other curving around a throw pillow. He hissed softly when your warm palm wrapped around his sensitive shaft. He wet his lips, looking up at you and then back down to how your hips circled around his cock. 

    You teased him, sliding him down from your clit to your throbbing hole. His enraptured gaze stayed there watching your hand grip him tight and line him up. You took in his cockhead, letting go of his shaft to rest your hands on his shoulders. You watched as he bit his lip, and you hadn’t asked it of him but it did vaguely register in your mind that he was also stopping himself from thrusting up into you. 

      You rolled your hips forwards, allowing more of his thick cock to enter your tight heat. He stretched you oh so pleasantly. He leaned back content to let you take him at your own pace. His eyes catch your pretty lips parting into a pleased sigh when he’s more than halfway inside you. When you finally sat flush on his lap you could feel his length pressing against your belly. The lovely stretch has your walls pulsing around him and he grinds up against you as you roll your hips down to feel him press deeper. His drooling tip is just up against your cervix.

     You feel his cock slip from your cunt when up lift yourself up, you can feel yourself ache at the seconds he’s not brushing against your walls. You don’t bother going all the way up settling on squeezing midshaft and slamming back down. The action pulls out a startled yelp from Tim, you feel dick pulse within and his fingers twitch against the armrest. You set a steady pace, constantly working yourself open on Tim’s fat cock. You’re mewling at the constant pressure, using your grip on his shoulders to grind down harder with every thrust. 

     Tim’s eyes struggle to stay open, his pink lips parted with perpetual sighs and groans of your name. He feels you slow and his eyes shoot open to watch you shuck off his green sweater, you toss the garment across the room giving him the lovely view of your tits bouncing. He’s already leaning forwards, hot tongue on your neck, teeth grazing at your collar bones, lips kissing down to your soft breasts. 

     You dig your fingers into his shoulder when his tongue begins to flick and suck at your hard nipples. You're leaning over him, thighs burning, your eyes fluttering shut. The hot puffs of his breath against your chest only help build the growing heat. You're barely off his lap by now just grinding down as his pelvis stimulates your clit, his tongue still lathering your nipples, he pauses mid-swirl of his tongue around your pebbled nipples at your struggle. Fingers flexing and inching towards your body.

    “Need help?” He asks breathlessly.

    “N-no.” you reply and his eyes cross when you kiss the tip of his nose. 

   “You can barely hold yourself up.” He laughs, and you feel him buck into your next grind, and you squeal. His palm is a hot brand at the base of your spine but he's not helping. Not yet. Your body is so hot and all you can focus on is how good everything feels how good every inch of him feels. That only heightens when you feel Tim’s hand run up and down your sensitive sides. You shiver letting out a filthy moan, your body feeling heavy and oh so good that Tim can do whatever he wants! You're falling more into him just as his arms come up to press you closer to him, you wrap yours around his neck and let him move you both forwards. He plants his feet firmly against your carpet and thrusts up into you, his hands coming down to grab your ass. Fingers squeezing the soft flesh, using his grip to pull you down just that bit more. 

    “Ah! Tim! F-fuck.” You whine against his neck, you're biting down on his shoulder when he hits you just right! He feels you just squeeze and repeats it again and againandagainandagain. Every time you come back down you press against his heavy balls and that has him whimpering in need. And your cheeks burn at the sound your thighs make when they meet, you hope your neighbors aren’t in their living room, combined with the pornographic moans Tim’s pouring into your ears and you're just a hair away from orgasming. His tightening grip on your ass throws you over the edge, your vision whites out, body stilling for a moment as the thc lengthens the length of your orgasm. 

      He was so so close when he felt you clench down, so hard it's almost painful. He can feel his balls tightening and his fingers squeeze down tighter. He knows he'll feel bad later for causing you to bruise but with the way you're choking his dick he might just come now and you're out of your mind if you think he's done now! 

          Granted he could always play with your drippy cunt until he was ready to go again if you both didn't fall asleep first, he'd give you his mouth or fingers whichever you’d want but he wanted to be a bit greedy. Wanted to edge himself with the feel of you wrapped snugly around him, wanted to stay in you for longer, much longer. You always drive him wild, always make him want to keep drowning in you, in the pleasure you give each other and when he's this high there's no real reason for him to think of anything else, no reason to do anything else but search for that pleasure again and again with you. 

     He breathes through the next rhythmic pulses of your pussy. God you were so tight for him. Mm. You're letting all your weight rest on him as your ragged breathing slows while he’s rubbing your back. 

    “Good?” You blink, the release leaving you sluggish and pliable. You hum lazily, a tired smile on your lips as your body gives you small spasms of pleasure every few seconds. “You okay to keep going?” 

    You clear your dry throat knowing he wants a verbal reply. “Yeah.” 

    “Good” he repeats. He’s lifting you off him, the loss of his dick making you moan softly. He’s turning you over onto the couch, your loose limbs going down easy. Your knees press against your couch, your head resting on one of your pillows. You feel his fingers move your panties to cover your weeping pussy, he’s then pressing the damp material of your panties against your crotch to wet them again. Letting you coat them in your essence his enraptured gaze set on the growing wet patch before he quickly pulled them down to your knees. 

           “All worked up Timmy?” You breathe, trying to tease him even though your face is just as hot as his looks. You wiggle your hips impatiently and he palms his cock with a hiss.

       “God you're gonna be the death of me” he groans, sinking his hard length into you. You both can't think of anything else except how good it feels as the thc keeps your brain all warm and fuzzy. He’s pressing down on the pretty arch of your spine, thick length sliding in so deep your eyes are looking at your lids. 

     Without warning he plants a foot on the floor, his other knee digging into your cushions as he pounds into you, sloppy thrusts gaining strength and he has to catch you by your hips when you lurch forward half his length slipping from your drooling cunt. He groans at the sight of the creamy ring you’ve left on the base of his cock with your release. Your thighs shake and you slur about how good it feels until all Tim hears from you are little punched out uh!uh!uh

     His leg shifts awkwardly the next thrust causing him to overlean and topple off the couch, in the commotion the remote clatters to the floor in front of you bringing your attention back to the screen right when a guy just jumps into a sharks mouth, you snort at the ridiculousness of it, turning up to look at Tim. Only he’s already turning back to you with a giggle, fingers sliding your panties off to slingshot them across your living room; you briefly have the thought of 'Oh he’s high-high' but instead, the sound paired with action causes you to snort. And you're both in stitches as the credits play. That is until Tim leans down pressing his body against yours. His throbbing length is still hard. 

    He strokes the tip of his cock against your hot pussy, and you sigh at the contact. Lashes fluttering when you look back up at him. He’s teasing himself, drawing it out just a bit further, as he glides across your folds. You begin to roll your eyes ready to tell him to hurry it along only to gasp as he presses his leaking tip against your clit. He's just grinding against your wet slit, and you’d think with how much he’d edged himself he’d have a little less restraint. 

     “Timmy” You shuddered when he tugged at your thigh to have more space between your legs. 

     “Hmm?” He hummed, lazy gaze traveling up from your lips to meet your eyes. Your pout did nothing to move him, he only continued to brush his head against your clit, side to side. Slowly he dragged it down your sticky folds, just barely pushing past your entrance. You could barely see the blue in his eyes, his lids that heavy but you could see the way his glassy eyes were still observing you, watching, waiting. 

    “Ughh seriously?” You moaned in displeasure catching onto his ploy. 

    “What?” he asked, trying but failing to keep his amusement out of his tone. 

    “Timmm” You whined his name, “I want you to cum, need you to cum baby please cum for me?” you coo. You felt his shuddered exhale his mouth crashing against yours in a hot kiss. You felt your eyes roll when he slowly slid back inside you. His teeth sink into the skin just beneath your jaw. Tim's tongue lapped at the bitemark as he pulled out to the hilt, slamming back in with a grunt. 

[oatmealdaydreams]

Incorrect Quote (Idea)

Remus: you say you like murder mysteries? Well, I've been a suspect in four murders!

Logan:

Logan: what-

[bat-luun]

woof

[lu-polls]

[Poll suggested by: Anonymous]

[a-v-j]

nightmare, nighti was formed from your and antis code.

so you kind of DID produce a "child", albeit on a technicality

Random bullshit, gO!

And some sketch comic i did of their "bonding time" lmao

[chandisappointment]

SUFFER MY PAIN.

(Drawn with finger on phone)

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

that is…. certainly interesting information lmao

I do wonder why you were prompted to send it to me though lol

but also are you really considered Tumblr famous at 1k followers?!??? I thought it had to be like at least 50k+??

but also I feel like “Tumblr famous” is more so of a feeling of notoriety than it is a follower count? but idk

[suncast-moth]

Question, does anyone else get that odd want to just chew on the arms of the gods they work with?? I mean, it might just be the autism, but I absolutely cannot tell.

And, I don't have any mal intent, I just wanna chew for the sake of chewing. Like, some form of affection I guess?? Idk???? I don't get it. Idk if anyone else feels the same.

[monst]

Where are those Bruce Wayne hcs 🤨

Oops my b forgot to post them lmao

Bruce Wayne General Hc’s

  Kinda random, Kinda angsty, 

700 wds

I don’t know where I cooked this up but a big Indiana Jones fan. And sue him he loves “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. He also enjoys rewatching “The Mummy”, “Alien”, “Jumanji”  and “Jurassic Park”. Adventure movies are his favorite. Science fiction movies are also right up his alley. 

His most prized possession is his parent's old vinyl records. He remembers learning how to dance atop Alfred’s feet as his parents danced next to them, they’d swap partners after each song. His mother's laughter as one of her favorites played “Tom this is the song we met too!” Thomas telling Bruce all about how “you should sweep your partner off your feet. After all, it worked for me~” After their passing, Alfred had made an offhanded comment “They were the worst dancers on the floor that night. But they were so happy.”  He hadn’t had the heart to play them or part with them. Also, no one play “Angel of the Morning” Near him too many memories of his mom belting the lyrics in the morning. 

Baths. Bruce Wayne is a bath whore and few people know this. Background music, incense, bubbles, candles, wine, body scrubs, and some Epsom salt for his sore muscles. He rarely gets the chance to take them since he’s usually busy but he’s always looking at his calendar to see if he can squeeze one in. Lotions up after, and ends up sleeping like a rock. Those who don’t know this about him think that the bath bombs he gets gifted him are gag gifts. 

Obligatory sock mention. Very plain sock wearer they’re either navy, white, or black. They also end up bunched up at the legs of the bed. The pets in the manor love it when his door is open because the socks accumulate and the pile gets divvied up between the two dogs and cat. He’s not very happy when he has to buy new ones either because he can’t find them or because he can’t use them. 

That being said he carries a lint roller. At all times. Has to use it frequently and since Damian doesn’t care about having his shirt look patterned he ends up going through two rollers per week. Three, if the Waynes™ need to show up. 

He has a sweet tooth. It’s not that he hides it, it’s more of a ‘They ate all the cookies’ so he can’t have any. It’s fine since they’re usually the typical sugar or chocolate chip cookies good but not his favorite. His favorite cookies are Oreshki’s and he doesn’t play about them. No one knows he likes them because this man will never share them. 

It’s not that he can’t cook. It’s more that he’s very utilitarian about it. He’s more worried about hitting his macros than he is about whether the chicken even has salt. Doesn’t have to be edible just has to fuel him. It’s not something he favors which is why he doesn’t usually cook but if not grabbing the species saves him time well your eating the most tasteless of foods. It’s not that he can’t make it taste good it’s that he doesn’t bother. Besides he can barely taste it if his attention is wrapped up in another case so no big right? 

Suffers from Google translateitis. Especially in high-stress/traumatic situations. Meaning, that brain-to-mouth filter sometimes gets run through Google Translate, and what the heck Bruce why would you say that?! Or How could you say that?! Look now you're drawing conclusions and putting words in his mouth. He was getting to it, he had to get out the negative before the positive. His brain just sorts things a bit differently, let him gather his thoughts and re-word them. And on no, they left. Story of his life and a symptom for all who suffer from Google translateitis. 

Was on Shark Tank once but his deal was so generous that they didn’t want to invite him back. “We’re supposed to take a shark deal Mr. Wayne and you just gave him a handout.” However, after the episode aired and it did numbers on tv&social media the network was blowing up his phone. So every once in a while Brucie Wayne is throwing around money in the Tank. 

[atthebell]

idk if anyone's aware of this, but the original snail assassin meme was a joke from the rooster teeth podcast that gavin free made almost exactly ten years ago, and know your meme actually did a video with him about it a couple years back talking about where it came from and how popular it had gotten outside the rt community, particularly on tiktok. super interesting to see it made real in wild life, i always think it's so interesting to see old rt stuff come up outside of that context :O also it's just fun to actually know the origin of a big internet meme, i think i watched that podcast episode live so it feels really wild that it's fully been a decade since then

[cabbagewhites]

tired.

[iamthecomet]

Comet. Beloved. I could look this up but I feel like I'll enjoy your answer much more.

What the fuck is the deal with Bloody Per? Like.... don't think I'm complaining, but w h y?

AHAHAHAHAHAHA ok, SO. I think there's a couple answers to this depending on how you meant this question. Like, what the fuck is the deal with bloody Per in a very literal sense--why the fuck is this man covered in fake blood constantly? I guess because Bloodbath? It was a thing for all of the members of Bloodbath for a while. Like there's video of BABY Per (from like 2008 or something) from a performance of theirs where ALL of them are wearing white t-shirts and are drenched in fake blood. And I just think...Per really leaned into it I mean why the fuck not. Those pictures of him with short hair during The Bloodbath Times make me weak in the fuckin' knees. It definitely was doing something for him and I think he knew it. And, as a side note--there is something about the jeans he wore on stage for a while during that time that are STAINED with it, just fucking SADFNV;JKFV. And that leads me to the other way I can answer this which is: what the fuck is the deal with Bloody Per, as in, why, dear Comet, do you lose all sense of sanity and common decency when you see him? And to this one, I say, I don't know dude I am just like this. One of my sexual awakenings was watching Will Turner get flogged in the first POTC movie. Like I think I came out of the womb like this. Show me a person in pain/covered in blood (their own or anyone elses) and I will show you me at my most vulnerable. Anything you want sir (gender neutral), just tell me and it's yours.