#so just beware of that

[n4rval]

BUT YES.

family history.

[whichwayloreylo]

Microbiology - My Favorite Biology

It started out as another normal morning for Rey. It was a Monday and she was sitting in her Microbiology Lab. She had woken up late this morning and rushed to get here, but she had no other choice because today was the last day to collect the staining data she needed for her final lab report and presentation. It was going to make up half of her final grade for the class, so needless to say she had to be here. She had woken up late, but that wasn't unusual for a Monday morning. She'd signed up for this lab from 8 a.m. to 10 a.m. every Monday at the beginning of the semester. She sorely wished her advisor had dissuaded her from it, but she was here now.

The lab period was uneventful. Rey finished collecting her final set of data, scribbling it in the chart she'd drawn in her lab notebook. She was excited to be done with this class. It was a great lab (despite the hours), and the lecture was even more interesting; but she shared it with her least favorite person on campus. Kylo Ren.

She and Kylo hadn't gotten off on the right foot. He was rude to her the day she moved onto campus- they had bumped into each other in the hallway, both carrying boxes. He had made some petulant remark about someone being in the way and she had snorted a laugh in response. When she did so, he spun around wildly to look at her. His eyes had widened for a brief second before he composed himself, only to then give her a look of utter disdain. In every encounter they had after that, he looked at her like he hated her. He even occasionally taunted her in front of his friends for a laugh. She didn't appreciate it and mostly just tried to ignore him. Everyone else just acted like she was invisible, why couldn't he?

But now they were both here, sitting in the same lab. She sat on the opposite side of the room from Kylo at least. But today's only assignment was to collect your final data and you could leave once you did so. The professor himself, Professor Snoke, had made a brief appearance at the beginning of the class but left the rest to his TA, an eager but entitled student named Hux. The other students of the class shuffled out slowly as they finished their work. It wasn't long before only Rey and Kylo remained. Hux stood up behind the desk located in the front of the lab, his chair scraping on the floor drawing Rey's attention as she looked up. He cleared his throat before speaking. His eyes were pointed at Kylo. "Can you two finish and clean up after yourselves, Ren? I have to go sort some files in Professor Snoke's office for the end of the semester." Kylo only grunted in response, not looking up from his notebook in front of him. This triggered a glare from Hux, but he said nothing else as he walked around the desk and quietly exited the lab.

Rey hated to be alone in the room with Kylo, but she was almost finished. Just ten more minutes and she could clean up and walk out that door. She worked hastily, her goal set in her mind. As she cleaned off her lab bench and proceeded to collect her belongings to leave, Kylo did the same. She tried not to let it bother her. "Just keep ignoring him", she thought to herself. But as she began to walk to the door, she could feel Kylo's presence behind her and hear his heavy footsteps. As soon as she felt her hand land on the door handle, she twisted, only to find it locked. She hesitated for a second before trying again and jiggling the door handle. She turned it every which way it would go, but nothing happened. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!", she screamed internally. After a moment she heard Kylo shuffle behind her, getting impatient.

"Come on", he said. "It's not like the door's locked. Quit joking around and just open it." Her skin prickled with frustration at his words as she rolled her eyes. She then turned around to glare at him. She stepped away from the door, motioning to it while saying, "You think I would joke about this? About being locked in here with you?" She tried to say the last word as venomously as she could. If Kylo noticed, he didn't say anything. Instead, he scoffed at her as he normally did before strolling up to the door himself. He gave her an overconfident smirk before he turned the door handle. When it refused to move, he tore his eyes from hers and looked down at the handle in confusion. He began turning it each way, just as Rey had tried, before he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Seeing his shoulders drop in defeat did nothing to quell Rey's panic.

"You've got to be kidding me. It was probably that self-absorbed ginger Hux." His words came out as another sigh. "What do you mean?!" Rey blurted out. "Will you calm down?" he asked impatiently, his head still hanging. "I mean that I think Hux locked us in here. He's Snoke's TA, he has keys to the lab." Rey stared at Kylo's face in shock, her mouth practically hanging open.

She hadn't ever done anything to Hux. He basically ignored her presence like everyone else. No. No, this had to be a stab at Kylo. She'd heard rumors about their hatred for one another. But Rey was just an innocent bystander in this situation. She didn't deserve this.

Looking up and seeing the panicked expression on Rey's face, Kylo sighed again and reached his hand out towards her, expecting something. "It's not a big deal, just give me your phone and I'll call someone to come let us out", he said, surprisingly nonchalantly to her. "I - uhhh, I don't have my phone", she stuttered. Touching each of her pockets as if to make sure. She knew she didn't have it. She'd woken up late and thrown on some clothes and grabbed her backpack before she rushed to class. She realized she didn't have her phone before she got here, but the situation was dire and she figured she could survive one lab period without her phone. Turns out she was wrong. Kylo's outstretched hand then clenched into a fist. "Are you serious?" he asked in that haughty tone of his. "I woke up late and had to rush to class. Use your phone, smartass." She spat back at him. She really wasn't in the mood for this.

He dropped his hand then, but still kept it clenched into a fist at his side. His pressed his mouth into a thin line. "My phone just died like 20 minutes ago." There's no way this was real. Rey must still be asleep in her dorm, caught in a nightmare. "You don't have a charger?" Rey asked as she looked down sheepishly. She could feel her confidence and voracity she had just moments before draining from her. "No." He said this quietly, almost as a whisper.

They both knew it. The situation was clear. They were locked in here. Together. Could this day get any worse?

[kidovna]

Theo & Kit 🩵💛

from The Pairing by Casey McQuiston

[nectorbruise]

Gwen from Total Drama but she’s been a vampire the whole time. Boyfriend kisser? Hah, casual. I’ve only heard of the boyfriend biter. She’s so fun at parties.

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[mirensiart]

i think it's very funny that i've seen people headcanon wind to speak spanish or for his hylian to be similar to spanish cause like

i'm chilean, and our spanish is recognized by other spanish speakers as being the worst spanish since we speak with weird unique slang and we have a sing-song accent

like, there's a reason why there's so many memes of our spanish sucking ass lmao

anyway, this is a very convoluted and stupid way for me to say that wind is chilean now, i'm claiming him

someone in the chain mentions they know spanish too and wind replies with a heavy chilean accent and slang and everyone's like "what the fuck was that"

[solarisfortuneia]

— 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬.

and the smell of camphor dancing in the wind.

✦ info: he didn't know he'd lose you so soon. (come back, please. even if it is just for five more minutes.)

✦ featuring: alhaitham.

✦ warnings: angst, character death (reader), heartache, 1.2k words, somewhat proof-read.

✦ notes: i cried so goddamn hard writing this. why is my first work after hiatus pain. why did i pick up the angst wip. but!! i'm writing again, so that's good. (more notes at the end.)

he didn’t know that it was your last day together. 

he didn’t know that the smile you gave him that afternoon, your eyes sparkling like sunlight upon the serene waves of the ocean, would be the last he’d ever see. that the playful light in your gaze would fade so very soon, slipping through his fingers like sand.

he didn’t know that last night would be the last time he held you close while you drifted off to sleep. he didn’t know that today would be the last time he’d wake up with you.

he didn’t think he’d lose you like this. 

he didn’t think he wouldn’t be able to save you from that blow. 

“please, please,”  he begs, both to you and to whatever force that is just barely holding you together. “just stay with me for five more minutes, please. until i can get you somewhere.” 

the rain soaks him to the bone, clothes and hair sticking to his skin. your lips stay motionless, eyes shut.

“wake up, please,”  he bargains. “you can have all the five minutes of extra sleep you want later, i promise. just—”  his vision blurs, and something shines on the ground before it is gone, swallowed by damp earth, lost amidst drops of falling rain. 

desperately, he tears off parts of his traveling cloak to staunch the bleeding. deep inside, he knows it is futile. he knows your wound is too great. he knows what lies ahead. but he cannot help but press the cloths to your wound and pray. 

please, please tell me it’ll be okay. 

please stay with me, beloved. i’ll read you all the books in the world. i’ll sleep in with you everyday, even if we end up whiling away our time. 

please. stay. stay with me. i can’t lose you yet.  

“— just wake up, beloved.” 

by some miracle, your eye flutters. just a bit. just enough to set hope ablaze, just enough for the grip on his heart to loosen a tiny bit. he buries his face in your shoulder, resting his head against your neck, uncaring of the blood that stains his clothes. your blood. on his clothes. his hands. everywhere. 

no. no. this can’t be happening.

he feels you strain beneath him, your unwounded arm gently, weakly brushing his back. he jolts upright, eyes trained on your face. you send a frail smile his way. he clasps your face softly as you nuzzle into his palm.

“alhaitham—” 

his full name. archons, how long has it been since you called him that?  

“— take good care of yourself, okay?” you tell him, chest heaving, your fingertips touching a tear on his cheeks. “i love you. so much.” 

those are the last words he hears fall from your lips. he presses a kiss to your forehead, to your eyelids, and to your cheeks and to your lips, over and over and over until he feels your breath slow, hoping they’ll say what he knows he cannot manage to choke out.

i love you. 

he stays there next to you for who knows how long, holding you until the rain slows and a faint rainbow smiles in the sky.

until he can’t smell camphor anymore.

—

every person has their curiosities. 

they’re just the little traits that set them apart from others, the things that make them tick just a little bit differently, the things that make them, them.

for instance, someone may be obsessed with collecting tiny furniture, while another eats the crusts off their sandwich before actually consuming it. someone may have an affinity for the most niche aspects of linguistics, while another can accurately predict the next raindrop that slides down a window pane.

after all, no two people are exactly alike, are they?

alhaitham knows he’s got his fair share of these curiosities himself. his aversion to soup and all things that resemble it, to name one. and with you, he’d noticed two things. 

number one: the scent of camphor that seems to linger on every inch of your person. 

he’d caught whiff of it almost immediately the first time you met. you were but one of his juniors in the akademiya, filled with bright-eyed curiosity and anxiety to match. you had tripped over a stair and bumped into his table in the library, bringing the mountain of books in your arms crashing down.

and with subsequent coincidental meetings, he learnt that the subtle scent of camphor dancing in the air meant you weren’t far away. 

you were, unfortunately, one of the poor souls who seemed to be cursed with constantly recurring minor illnesses, and almost always walked about with a stuffy nose. and so, you always carried a small disc of camphor in a handkerchief, as well as in your pocket.

you swore up and down, left, right and center that sniffing the vapors helped make breathing easier.

‘it’s my grandmother’s remedy, alhaitham! camphor always works wonders. well, that and eucalyptus oil.”

alhaitham may not know the validity of your claim or the legitimacy of the cure, but he knew to never, ever question a grandmother’s remedy. that, and he’d much rather refrain from starting a back-and-forth about something so small.

and number two: your neverending pleas of different variations of ‘just five more minutes!’ 

“five more minutes, ‘haitham. please.” you’d whine grumpily when he woke you up to start your day. “let me sleep in for five more minutes.” 

“five more minutes, habibi,” you’d ask when he put down the story you’d requested he read out to you before bedtime. “read me the part where she finds the music box?”

“five more minutes, baby,” is what you’d tell him when he asks how much longer you’d take getting ready. “you can’t rush perfection!”

those five more minutes were never five minutes long. 

but he’d always, always indulged you and those pleading eyes of yours. as stoic as he appeared to be, you lived in his heart. of course he could never deny you anything under the sun.

—

alhaitham remembers that silly little song you sang over and over, the one you’d learnt from a kid in the bazaar. he’d taken you to see one of nilou’s performances, and, friendly soul that you were, you’d struck up a conversation with some of the eager audience members before the play. 

“oh, how i wish i was a bird flying free,

i’d see the world, every mountain and every sea!

oh, how i wish i was a cloud in the sky,

wouldn’t you like to wave to me as i pass by?”

you’d hum that rhyme on every idle afternoon.

loss is inevitable. he knows that, with how logical and rational and straightforward he is. he’d lost his parents, but he was far too young to remember. he’d lost his grandmother, but she passed in her sleep of old age, serene and wise.

but you? he didn’t think you’d leave him this soon. a singular wish sits in his soul, making its home in his bones. 

a wish that you’d come back, somehow. 

he wishes you gave him five more minutes, just as he always did.  but he knows that you could’ve given him five more hours, five more days, five more years and five more decades and it would still not be enough time spent with you. 

a blue feathered bird comes to perch on his shoulder, interrupting his musings just as he raises his face to the sky. he sees the heart shaped cloud that floats idly above sumeru city.

 he thinks of the rhyme again, and something in him tells him to wave. and so he does. a scent so familiar lingers, faintly brushing his nose in the wind that picks up.

“alhaitham, it's time to go.”  kaveh calls his name softly.

 alhaitham doesn't move. “five more minutes,”  he says, echoing your favorite phrase. “i smell camphor in the breeze.” 

✦ extra notes: my alhaitham characterization for this fic stems from how i believe that when alhaitham is attached, he's attached. so i focused more on that, and less of all that rationality and whatnot. this one loves deeply, yk?

that camphor thing is a real grandma remedy in our household (my mom would tie some in a hanky and put some under my pillow and still to this day reminds me to do it when i'm sick) which is what originally sparked the idea for this

when i'd initially started this wip, i didn't expect it go this way. usually i write with my brain, but i think i wrote this one with my fingers working faster than i can think hsjhsj so sorry if it's kinda out of place lmao but yk what? i'm happy with it still even though i feel like it doesn't have my usual quality.

thanks for reading.

[benevolenterrancy]

okay finished the first book of the fish isekai series and it is RIDICULOUSLY fun -- it's like eating candy, sweet and stupid and very hard to stop. prince jing is perfect, i adore him

[spockoholic]

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You A Wizard?!

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[patheticgirlsteve]

people will be like “lol yeah eddie’s totally a freak” and then make him act completely normal and not at all freakish. hello? if you’re gonna call him a freak you’d better commit to it. make him do something odd and unsettling. give him a mannerism that is strange and perhaps even unpleasant to observe. do it you coward

[teddybeartoji]

touching teeth with gojo. sounds weird i know but my beloved biters and chewers just stay with me here okay. you're both sitting on your bed in the dim-lit room, the only light being the computer screen on the floor. there's some music playing quietly in the background but it's all muffled in – your focus being on the man sitting before you.

his pupils are blown wide and his lips are parted, deep breaths slipping from between them. his chest is rising and falling fast, the excitement bubbling in it, ready to burst. you're facing him, sitting on the bed with your knees tucked underneath you. you're not doing any better than he is – you're heaving like he is, eyes so big and wide, fingers itching to feel him already.

you don't really remember how you ended up here but that doesn't matter. his lips strech into a hungry smile, the rows of perfect teeth flashing you teasingly. he knows you're ready to lunge because he's ready to lunge. you lean forward an inch and he does the same. everything is so slow, the clock in your room has stopped in its track, the music has gone quiet. your own lips mirror the smile the boy in front of you is sporting and you see something flicker in his eyes. curiosity? want? need? a mixture of all of them? they drop down to your mouth and he gulps. you look delicious. he looks delicious. it's a feast.

you part your lips and he automatically opens his wider too, completely mirroring you. you lean closer, he leans closer. the distance between you isn't there anymore, you can smell his cologne, fuck – you can almost taste him. your own eyes flick to his mouth and as if your hand has a mind of its own, it raises to touch his soft flesh.

satoru's breath hitches, feeling your fingers against him. you slowly drag them all over his mouth, pushing and pulling his lips until they're properly pink and a little bit swollen. he's really panting now, sounding a bit like a dog. a puppy, eager to play. a cub, eager to bite.

he can't tear his eyes from your lips either, he's intoxicated. he's addicted, and you only make it worse when you sink your teeth into them. he lets out a quiet little groan, from the depths of his throat, making your grin stretch even wider.

your hand cradles his face, tracing over his cheekbone before resting on his jaw. your thumb pokes at his bottom lip, the quiet open up, baby coming from you is making him feel dizzy but he obeys nonetheless. his mouth opens wider than before, displaying the sharp canines you've been thinking about for the longest time. oh, he's perfect.

you press your thumb inside his warm mouth, dragging it over his teeth, feeling the edges of them against your soft skin. satoru's eyes close as he fists the bedsheet underneath your bodies. he's so warm, and you feel yourself sigh when your thumb meets with his tongue. his lips lock you inside, his tongue swirling around your finger before he hollows his cheeks and sucks on it. you can't breathe anymore.

you've never been this enamoured with anyone before. he's sucking on you thumb, teeth gently grazing against it and you're in love with him. you tell him to open up again and he listens in a second, he's good like that. you tell him to look at you and he does – big beautiful doe eyes staring back at you, ready to do whatever you ask him to do. whatever you tell him to do. you award him with another smile and he just can't help but match your expression. there's spit all over his mouth and the desire to clean him up is eating you alive, but you have to wait. you need to take this slowly.

he's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky and you love him. deciding to push him even further, you wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it closer to yourself. he doesn't say anything, only observing and learning. you raise his hand to your mouth and you part your lips, inviting him in.

his leans forward with his whole body, hypnotized by the sight before him. you hold his hand with both of yours, molding his fingers into a fist, only leaving his pointer finger out. you guide him in, watching his adam's apple bob at the warm feeling. you guide him over your own canines, just as you'd done with his, letting him explore the inside of your mouth. his own hangs open and he looks so cute like this.

you take your hands off of him and watch him fall into the deep pit of hunger all on his own. his heavy finger presses down on the row of sharp edges, secretly wishing it'd drew blood. he runs his finger over the sides of your teeth, smoothly gliding over them causing the skin of your cheek bulge out. he tries to swallow the thing stuck in his throat but he can't. he feels like he's suffocating; gasping for air, gasping for more of you.

while he's focused on the finger disappearing into you, you take the time to trace of his lips again, promptly pushing through them and connecting you both. teeth and skin. wet and warm. his eyes glance up only to find you already staring at him and he feels himself harden in his pants.

gently, you bite down on his finger, he does the same. he gnaws on you and you do the same. it's romantic. it's erotic. you need more.

so, suddenly you move from your sitting position, pushing the boy in front of you down onto the soft bed. situating yourself over his abdomen, you press another finger into his mouth, reveling in the way his eyes roll back into his head for a moment. his finger is still locked between your sharp teeth, leaving deep dents in it. god, he wishes you'd draw blood. his free hand goes to your hip, squeezing the flesh so hard it'll bruise. you need more.

the room feels too hot, your bodies feel too hot. satoru feels like he's about to melt into the bed, your heavy gaze burning him alive. fingers press flat on his tongue and his eyes widen once more, and when you press them deeper into his mouth, down his throat – his hips buck under you. his eyes close as he tries his best to keep from gagging. you bite down on him harder and his eyes do another round around his skull. fuck.

cracking open his eyes, he's greeted with a big toothy grin. it's reaching your ears, and with the way your eyes shine in the dark room, it's a bit scary. is this the beast one might meet in a forest somewhere? the one that will eat and devour him? the one that'll open him up and consume him?

his heart thrashes in his ribcage, calling for you, reaching out to you. he's not the predator he thought he was; he's the oblivious prey, who walked into your love all on his own and who is now stuck in it.

it's not like he wants to leave anyway.

[peachyutdr]

i finished it, was kicked out of the game, and then spent the next 10 minutes drawing this. i will now go take a shower, most likely cry, and then go through the emotional turmoil of convincing myself to reset so i can do a geno run. i hate it here :D

[sahcoraaa]

show me your Lock Screen and Home Screen so I can judge you aggressively friend or foe, let me show you mine first

@huskersbar @angelo-cta @daydream-reblog @velvette3 @re-bon-bon-san

EVERYTHING I REPLY WITH IS A JOKE DO NOT TAKE ME SERIOUSLY thank you

[sollucets]

Why do you have to manage everything by yourself?

[dykedvonte]

I don’t remember where this quote was from but there’s a line that goes “I was looking through rose colored glasses for so long, the red flags just looked like the way to go.” And I think that embodies Curly’s view point in life and specifically about Jimmy a lot. Not to mentions a world where he actually makes it out of the Tulpar.