#so thats my hypothesis

[ghostsense]

ive been thinking about it too hard

[manebioniclegali]

"sugar highs don't exist!" have you considered that maybe tiny bodies aren't equipped to handle the amount of sugar shooting through their veins????

[bogdoom]

Are you coming to lightsaber practice?

[yuukakazamisweedstash]

About Sanae

Alright, so Sanae Kochiya

Is known to have been a geek as a human in the outside world (referencing pop culture often in multiple of her appearances)

Has very specifically been shown to be into science-related fiction (her interest in aliens in UFO, her absolute joy at being able to go to the moon, her Soku story involving her thinking that Hisotensoku is a giant robot)

Is a noted eccentric

Used to read "occult magazines" when she was young around the turn of the century (Vs. Patchouli win dialogue, Soku) These things we know about her factually

We also know that in the outside world (our world)

American comic books have a niche in Japan (they are not sold in all book stores and the more fashionable shops that sell them sell them in English for the art [Justin Sevakis w/ ANN, 2018])

Most Japanese people who read comics read comics from the Big 2 (Marvel, DC)

At some point, American comics were serialized in Japanese magazines (Justin Sevakis w/ ANN, 2018)

There was a huge boom in extreme/grimdark themes and tropes in 90s American comics

Spider-Man antagonist Michael Morbius had a solo run starting in 1992

Thus, we can infer

Sanae, as an eccentric and a nerd, has probably read some American comics

Sanae would have been reading comics from the Big 2

Sanae, who read magazines in the 90s, could have read those comics in the 90s (if not through magazines, then through collected editions)

Sanae would probably lean more into Marvel, as Marvel is heavy on sci-fi elements

Sanae would be in the middle of the era of 90s grimdark

Leaning more Marvel, Sanae would definitely had read Spider-Man if she read western comics

What I'm saying is, there is a non-zero chance that Sanae Kochiya has read Morbius, The Living Vampire (1992). Now, her opinions of Morbius, at least in my opinion, depends on when she started reading/what issues she read, but that doesn't change the fact that the chance that she has knowledge of Morbius exists.

[garbashedump]

what if they were human?

kay kay kay so i was thinking what would the bugs loook like if they we in a human form or like in a disguse similar to scrabby and this is what i got:

I was also thinking hmm.... well beetles are one of the most diverse species in the world and literally I watched a video talking about how they collected beetles for a sample in the wild and out of those beetles they discovered 7 new species. Soooooo I was like what if they were different races instead?

honestly, I'd be so funny bc of how Scrabby is ginger and he just starts singing the Animaniacs song if someone asks his race

its literally just this lol

also I did as much research as I could ofc :p

Also one with the pink/green eyes (Popstar) belongs to @chaosaliien and the one with purple eyes (Stella) belongs to @liqu3d

[caffeinatedopossum]

I was just thinking "why do all the cis men I meet act like they have depression" and then I realized that's the lack of anxiety that I'm sensing. Don't get me wrong- they DO have depression. We kind of all do. It's just I'm not used to seeing depression without anxiety and it's kind of jarring

[xietydhd]

This might be niche, but there is nothing quite like the pain of hearing someone talk about your dedicated field of study and get the facts so, so, so wrong,,, like please,,,,you arent right at all,,,,please no,,,you just regurgitated something you read somewhere on the internet and its not right

[unganseylike]

one of my roommates is a fan of modern family which is just like. ive never met anyone who would consider themselves a modern family fan. so its like. bit strange but whatever. now though she is getting into big bang theory and i feel like i cannot let this progress further.

[prapuna]

aaaaaaugh. pain ramble

[tchaikovskym]

today's mantra is not all my ideas are stupid not all my ideas are stupid not all my ideas are stupid

[sexygaywizard]

It's kind of weird that I can't seem to find any academic sources talking about the Caribbean/Latin/general tropical music influence on city pop even tho it's so obvious when you listen to city pop? All the papers just talk about Western/US influence but like there are other parts of the world that obviously influenced this music idk

I'm writing a research paper on the origins of city pop for a music cultures class but it's honestly crazy hard to find any good academic sources on it. Or maybe they're not in English that I can find easily idk lol

[strawberri-syrup]

woa my left ankle fucking hates me right now. so rude that was supposed to be my good leg smh

[metyouinthehallway]

𝒞𝒪𝐿𝒟 𝐼𝒩 𝐿𝒜 ~ 𝒫𝒜𝑅𝒯 𝟤

summary; matt & you have been hooking up for quite sometime now, you decide that now is as good as ever to tell him how you feel. even if he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings.

Pt.1 here

a/n: this is so rushed I have work in like 6 hrs & I neeeed sleep

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It’s been nearly two days since your last encounter with Matt. He’s made no effort to contact you and vice versa.

You decide to march your ass over to the triplets house. Hesitant to knock on the front door, you inhale the cold air, bracing yourself for metaphorical impact.

It’s so cold in LA that the forecast calls for snow and you swear it’s Matt’s icy words from the other night thats causing it.

Releasing your breath, you knock on their front door, not even a minute later, you’re met with Chris.

“Hey?” He looks confused. Trying to remember if you all had plans today, you didn’t. You needed to talk to Matt, you hadn’t even prepared a speech. You’re winging it apparently!

“Hi, Is Matt home?” You ask, a tight lipped smile forming across your face, your arms hugging around your torso to preserve as much body heat as possible.

“In his room, yeah. Be careful though. Someone’s gotta stick up their ass…” He lets out a dry laugh, opening the door more to let you in.

Thanking Chris, you head up the stairs and down the hall to Matt’s room. Bracing yourself to face his wrath.

Fists balled up, you knock gently. A groan of annoyance can be heard from the other side of the door followed by the shuffling of feet.

“What-” Matt swings open his door, stopping in his tracks when he’s met with your face. His hair is disheveled and his eyes squinted from the bright light of the hallway.

“Gotta second?” You ask him, scared he’ll just slam the door in your face. But he doesn’t, he nods, inviting you in his room. “Actually, I was thinking we could go for a walk.” You suggest, he clearly wasn’t dressed for the occasion. A grey tank top and basketball shorts would not suffice for the bizarre west coast weather.

“Well, gimme a second.” His tone isn’t snappy but it’s not neutral either. Matt disappears into his room, exiting a few minutes later dressed for the cold in a black hoodie and sweatpants.

“Lead the way.” He gestures, following suit behind you, the two of you start for the sidewalk of his neighborhood.

“So someone shoved a stick up your ass?” You joke, trying to lighten the clearly glum mood. “Why don’t ya pull it out, bozo?” You turn your head to look at him, shoving your hands in your hoodie pocket.

“I don’t have a stick up my ass, y/n.” Matt states sternly. “I’m just confused… about whatever it is you’re starting to feel for me.” He explains, this is good. He’s communicating rather than shutting you out.

“I’m not sure how else I can describe it. I just… I like you?” It comes out as more of a hypothesis than a fact. Your head drops, your eyes staring at the cement below your feet as the two of you continue walking, a fresh dusting of snow places itself on California soil. “It’s snowing.” You giggle awkwardly.

“Mhm,” Matt hums, not sure what to say next. He thinks for a moment before speaking again, “Look, it scares me. Okay? I mean, you’re my closest friend, I don’t even wanna think about what Nick and Chris will have to say about this.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Matt grabs your hand, squeezing it gently.

“You don’t even feel the same way Matt.” You scoff ever so subtly, the warmth of his rough hands sending bolts of electricity through your body. “What’s there to be scared of?”

“I handled your confession poorly,” He starts, and you can swear it sounds almost scripted. “You know I don’t know how to process my feelings, y/n.” Matt groans, his hand still holding yours.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said to you,” He admits, dropping your hand, he turns to face you completely, his nose red from the dry air and flurries of snow scatter themselves across his eye lashes. “And I’m sorry. What we do, its… it’s fun f’me. I don’t wanna ruin it. But,” He hesitates, both his hands now gently grip your shoulders.

“Matt, you’re being all weird….” You furrow your brows, his eyes looking directly into the window of your soul as he thinks of how to word his next sentence.

“I don’t wanna keep hooking up with you.” Your expression falters at his words, feeling your heart drop to your ass. “I want you, like more than your body.” His hands roam upward to cup your rosy cheeks, thumbs padding across your skin. You exhale, you need to be careful with your choice of words now.

But, before you can even think about what to say next, his lips are already on yours. It’s beyond different from the passionate ones you shared in the privacy of his room.

His lips move against yours with meaning. As if to do the speaking for him, he pours all of his emotion into his every movement. It’s quite romantic, the way his hands slide down to grip your waist, pulling your body closer to his, the way you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, moving your lips with his. The snow falling from the grey sky above you adding to the romanticism of it all.

He doesn’t care if anyone sees the two of you sharing a precious moment on the sidewalk. He doesn’t care if it’s snowing, he doesn’t give a shit if he’s freezing his ass off right now, he just wants to be in your presence.

You’re the first to pull away. catching your breath, he loosens his grip on your waist, as if he’s scared to break you. His lips part slightly, searching your eyes for any reassurance.

You didn’t intend on kissing him, you actually came over to tell him how much of a dick he was to you the other night. You wanted to turn the other way and leave his sorry ass on the sidewalk. But god, it was near impossible for you to control yourself.

“I want to start over. Forget about all of it. I know it’s not realistic. But, I wanna take you on a real date. Maybe one that doesn’t end in the backseat of my car?” Matt offers, his voice laced with emotion.

“I think that sounds doable.” You can’t help the grin that’s growing on your face. Matt was all you wanted all along. He was all you needed.

[a-d-nox]

astro hypothesis: what's your ideal bedroom like?

once upon a time (a year ago) i spoke of using your house rulers to deep dive into the story of the houses. i did a hypothesis about money and another about careers - but what about your home? for that take a look at your 4h and the persona chart of its ruler (ex: my 4h is in gemini, i will be looking at my mercury persona chart NOT my ic persona (thats more family and childhood dynamics in my opinion)).

today i want to focus on somewhere critical to all of us - our bedroom. you can look at the 12h and/or the moon in this chart to get a better idea of what your ideal bedroom looks like or should be like to feel most rested and comfortable.

why?

the 12h rules over solitude (where you might go to escape everyone else in your household), the subconscious (where we supposedly go in deep sleep), etc.

the moon rules over comfort (what we find comfort in), the subconscious (which connects again to deep sleep and dreaming), cycles and rhythms (hi sleep cycle and circadian rhythm), etc.

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so here are some observations of what i believe to be important to a room based on these factors in your 4h ruler's persona chart.

a capricorn (10°, 22°) moon / 12h saturn / capricorn 12h / moon aspecting saturn person likely wants a minimal room. they don't what a lot of clutter - if their room is cluttered they might be experiencing a lot of waking/life stress/anxiety that is effecting their sleep. they like neutral and natural colors in a room - beiges, "agreeable grey", dark green, and dark blues in particular allows them to feel calm and as though they are able to relax. arctic white paint or cool white light may trigger them into feeling like they are in work mode instead of relax mode. they seek quality furniture that is timeless - they don't want to constantly have to replace the pieces they have in their room because they don't last or no longer fit the style. they don't want to have to think at the end of the day that something broke or they hate a piece because it doesn't fit the trend anymore and they now have to replace it. they don't want another thing they have to do, they just want to crash. organization is key - everything in their room should have a spot. they want everything that belongs in there to have a place (books are organized by author/series, clothing is color/season organized, glasses have a spot on a side table, jewelry has an organizer that rarely changes, etc). there is often a very refined and elegant feeling to their room. the sheets have a classic design (they are white or white and grey), the mirror is elegant yet classic, the bed is simple yet fits and fills the space well, etc. and most importantly room darkening curtains and lots of blankets (no capricorn/saturn person wants to be awakened by the sun or because they are too cold at night)!!!

a gemini (3°, 15°, 27°) moon / 12h mercury / gemini 12h / moon aspecting mercury person might have a rather eclectic style in their room. it might feel like they are testing out a look or like they have a lot of different vibes that don't necessarily fit one another. color finds its way into this room no matter what and it is often multiple colors at once that draw a person's attention. its very strange because this space is never just a sleep space for them often its multi-functional in some way shape or form like they have the ability to have a sitting space for others... could be a chair or a window seat or a desk... speaking of desks - books, vinyl, cds, gadgets, etc are a big part of the gemini/mercury vibes in a space. often their media have a spotlight moment in a room. lastly this space has an air of awareness in it - its not totally sleepy vibes, you know for sure when you see this space its not just for sleep. this is a place of study, reading, music listening, etc. it might just feel like not much sleep occurs in the space at all!

leo (5°, 17°, 29°) moon / 12h sun / leo 12h / moon aspecting sun rooms are warm and inviting. there are likely gold elements or warm paint colors used in the room. luxury is a must - the bed is likely memory foam or plush - the pillows are probably hotel/high quality. the comforter is down feathers and/or a fluffy/fuzzy blanket is present. it is very likely that stuffed animals are present too or at least one that is too adorable not to be there. there is some sort of central piece in this room - a giant mirror, a big art piece over the bed, a grand wall of books, etc. something in the room is guaranteed to always get a compliment from people who peak in during a house tour. it is also rather common especially in younger years for these people to keep their awards/trophies on display in their room as it fills them with a great sense of pride. windows are very important to this person's bedroom too as they tend to enjoy natural light when they can get it.

aries (1°, 13°, 25°) moon / 12h mars / aries 12h / moon aspecting mars people love a bold look in their room. its the energy of platform beds, industrial metal frames, etc. if they can use an "aggressive" color (red, orange, yellow, etc) in a bedroom they will... however they like a modern and sleek look despite their bold color schemes. they also like a minimal room - the bedroom is for their bed - point, blank, period. it's about having the essentials nothing more nothing less. they won't being using decorative pillows they have to remove every night or a decorative blanket that just hangs over their footboard. heavens forbid a decorative ladder with a decorative blanket that's not for use but for the eye. if they can't use it, they don't need or want it in the space it will just make them annoyed and cause them to feel like everything is in the way of them getting to the relax/wind-down portion of their day. now strangely enough, they often workout in their bedroom, so it wouldn't be shocking to find a pull up bar in the doorway or a peloton bike in the corner of the room. and 10/10 they will be getting up using an alarm - but it is rather unlikely they will need multiple alarms to make them get out of their bed in the morning.

likely more to come on home hypotheses, as i look to make renovations to my own home despite/because of being creatively burnt out. thank the heavens for astrology doing the leg work.

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[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Jonathon Ohnn x Reader, where he catches you touching yourself 🔞

Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot, f!Reader, voyeurism, masturbation 

He's back home earlier than expected but didnt text or called you as to give you a surprise, its been a while since you two had a nice home-date.  

Jonathon tentatively calls your name but its only greeted with silence.  

"Honey?" Thats unusual, even if you were busy with something you would shout a "welcome home" from whatever room you are in. Not today it seems.  

Maybe you were out running some errands? Seems unlike it, you always left a note just in case, or text him that you will be out. Maybe you /did/ text him but he didnt hear it? Jonathon is about to take his phone to call you when he hears some shuffling from your shared bedroom.  

Oh, so you were home.  

He makes his way to your room, the door is half open and there is light pouring from the crack between it. He is about to open it when he hears you:  

"Johnny~"  

His whole body freezes, hand over the handle.  

"Mnhh- Johnny~"  

He holds his breath, cheeks flushing.  

Are you-  

Are you doing what he thinks you are doing?  

As to confirm his hypothesis, you let out a gasp followed by an unmistakable and rather breathless moan.  

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" He chants, excited, panicked. He swallows, his throat suddenly very dry.  

Carefully he leans forward, peaking through the crack of the door.  

Except for the shirt -his shirt!- that you are wearing, you lay completely naked on the bed.  

You have your legs spread open, two of your fingers rubbing lazy circles around your sex while you knead your breast with your hand.  

He feels his face hot, blood running to his groin, easiest and fastest boner he has ever have. He's so hard that his pants are feeling uncomfortable tight already.  

Not even on his wildest fantasies Jonathon thought he would be on this position, his mind is torn between the guilt and how horny he is feeling.  

He should stop watching, he needs to stop but...How could he just walk away? You are the most delicious sight, you obviously have just started by the looks of it but you already are feeling so good, he can tell.  

He pours one "im so sorry" after another as his hand quietly but surely grasps the bulge of his pants giving it a firm squeeze just at the same time /you/ give your tit a squeeze. You let out a moan as he bit his lip to not let out his own.  

Unware of being watched, you hold your breath as you push two -oh god two already- inside your wet cunt, curling them oh so good that you gasp, mouth full open as you lift your hips just to have them deeper inside.  

"Johnny-!" You call his name needely, imagining that the fingers pleasuring you are not yours but his. Long and thick fingers, that reach places your own cant. Oh God, you want him so bad. You could cum with his fingers alone. "Please-"  

Jonathon sighs, taking his cock out and giving it a few pumps. What is what you want? You are calling his name so sweetly, if you only knew he was there, ready and eager to give you anything and everything you would ever need.  

Your fingers go in and out of your pussy, making a delicious wet noise as you pinch your nipple, moaning at how good you are making yourself feel.  

In the privacy of your mind, you imagine him over you, making you feel small but so safe, he is so much bigger than you, fuck.  

You think of his hands all over your body, caressing you softly.  

You want his hot mouth on your clit, sucking it as he fingers you, all while he watches you with those big brown eyes of his.  

Oh, you would feel so damn good.  

You want him to make you scream in pleasure, making you climax over and over again on his toungue.  

"Please, Johnny-" You moan the rhytm of your fingers becoming faster, a familiar hot feeling pouring into your gut.  

"What do you want baby" Jonathan whispers, a hand working on his cock as the other digs into the door frame. "Oh, just tell me what you want"  

In your fantasy you can almost hear the same question, his voice low and hot that make you breathless.  

There's an inch inside you, begging not- SCREAMING to be taken care of.  

You bring the sleeve of his shirt to your nose, deeply breathing in the fading aroma of his cologne, submerging yourself even more into this little fantasy of yours as your fingers reach as far as they can. 

Its good but not enough, you want more, you /need/ more. 

"Fuck me Johnny!" You shout against your arm, nose filled with him. "Please fuck me!" 

"Fuuuuuck-" He cant take it anymore.

The door of the bedroom flies open, startling you so much that you even sit straigh in the bed. A flash of color moves from the corner of your eye and before you can call his name, Jonathon is all over you, panting. 

"Tell me" He says between kisses "What do you want? I will give you anything you want" You moan into the kiss, your head too foggy to think straight only  to feel his hands, his erection rutting against your belly. 

"Johnny?!" You manage to say after the initial shock "How long have you-"

He kiss you desperatly, his hands coming from your hips to you breast, fondle them, pinching your nipples. 

You sigh, arms going around him, your fingers digging into the curls of his hair. "Please-" You cry into his ear. "Fuck me"

He lets out a shaky moan, his hand trembling as he aligns himself against your cunt before ramming it inside. 

Barely letting you adjust as his size, he starts pounding you, thrusting so hard he pushes you up with each.

You scream in pleasure, digging your nails into the skin of his back.

"So-Ah! Tight!" Jonathon is breathless, focusing into filling you up. "You feel so good!"  You feel one of his hand sliding between your thighs, two fingers rubbing your clit.

"Johnny-!" You cry. 

You squirm at the touch, overstimulated.

The heat on your belly is reaching its limit, your body begging for realese. 

You dont need to tell him, he can feel you are close because your pussy is tightening around his cock, your legs wrap around his waist holding him for dear life.

"Cum" He whimpers against your neck, the pace of his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, he is close too. "Oh God, cum!" 

With a final push, you scream in pleasure, your body tensing and a moment later becoming undone. You call his name as you come until everything that comes from your lips are unintelligible sounds.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He curses, his ears picking the wet noises of your cunt as he pounds it, the little weak whimpers as you take his cock. "Im cumming! Im cumming!" His load comes hot and thick, even when your body is starting to feel limp, you still shiver at the feeling of being filled. 

Jonathon grunts, holding you impossible close, his knuckles white.

He feels how you squirt into his cock, probably soaking the bed, it arouses him even more, his climax coming closer and  closer. 

Jonathon keeps thrusting, a little more slower this time, as he keeps cumming; Exahusted, his body collapses into yours, pinning you down. 

You can feel yourself dozing off only opening your eyes when he speaks:

"Im sorry for peeping" He apologizes, nuzzling into your neck.

You chuckle, this dork you swear to god. You kiss the roof of his head, his messy hair tickling your nose. "Next time, just knock Johnny".

[strictly-confectional]

oh my god the word i meant is theory

cryptid post on my dash reminded me of bigfin squids my beloathed (too long. scary. also too deep in water. stop being so far down there) and i looked them up on wikipedia and there's nothing (at least, not there) explaining even a POSSIBLE [guess] of a reason why the fuck they also hold their tentacles in a way that makes "elbows". why do they do that. i dont like it