#sorey im insane

[npdlangley]

i think people should want to be my therapist so bad they'd love me in therapy im such a compelling character

[screwoffdotnet]

professor said im on the right track!!!!!

[moonystoes]

Men will thirst for the gayest looking women but would wish death to them if they are gay...

[igneouswyvern]

FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FANGS FSNGSANGDSCNGSDGHHFCBNJDDCBJKKCZDCVBBHHDDBKKFFVJ

[souldoes-things]

Quick random doodles

[chromatasia]

SO. SO UH. 2.2 HUH.

[everkept]

marmalade and sugar song, peanuts and a bitter step! ♪

[baconcolazz]

yes I would fuck corn on the cob with the green part still on why do you ask

[vermwerm]

GRAB HIM BY HIS STUPID HOTDOG SHAPED HEAD !!!!!

[crimeboys]

you would think with the overlap of mental health issues and insane gay people, dsmp hannibal aus would be easy to write, but the issue is that the insane gay people on the server do not even remotely have what will and hannibal have going on, especially s1/s2, so you have to look at the other platonic relationships but that also changes A Lot of the things that happen in the retelling of the story, especially when you have to consider the Other outside relationships. sighs like a dog whose worst hardship is being a little bored except im not bored im just thinking about HANNIBAL and DSMP

[altoskh]

Guy who listens to wilt 1 time and then has to go through Hermes' tag or I'll die

[kaciidubs]

Hiii i’m new here so let me guide you through my chan brain rot so you can decide if this request is worth it or not☝️🤓

Ok so i’ve been thinking about bff Chan picking up fem swimmer!reader from late night practice and getting there a bit early so she’s still in the pool. He gets horny seeing her legs (i’m a simp for swimmers’ legs IM SO SOREY) and soaking wet and they fuck in the dressing room (just bc i think pool sex is too messy but this part is wtv for me).

Honestly i just think Chan is such a but/legs guy, i imagine him going insane between them and fucking the mc so hard to fulfill his horny and sentimental needs towards her.

- 🎃 (pumpkin anon if i may??)

Swim Practice

Oh lovely, I've got Chan brain rot 24/7 so let's get into it!!! And of course you can be pumpkin nonie! Sorry it took me so long! 💕

❣ Summary: Chris, your best friend who picks you up after late night swim practices. Chris, your best friend who might just have a thing for your legs. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.2k ❣ Warnings: Smut, fluff, slight humor, unprotected sex, slight public sex [locker room], slight leg kink [Chris], Reader knows how to swim, Reader is also kinda sassy, Chris being a slightly annoying best friend [lovingly] ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chanstopher, Channie, and Chris, Reader is referred to as Littlest Mermaid and Baby, Chris' dad is mentioned once ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Littlest Mermaid 🪸: Channie! You’re still free to pick me up after practice, yeah? Chanstopher🐺: Yeah, I’ve got you Chanstopher🐺: What time do you get out again? Littlest Mermaid 🪸: I’ve got the place booked till 10 Chanstopher🐺: Late practice again? Littlest Mermaid 🪸: Mhm- Mr. Bahng told me I could since all the little kiddos are in their summer lessons Littlest Mermaid 🪸: I owe you big time I swear!! Chanstopher🐺: Yeah yeah, I’ll see you later!

Chris checked the text chat one last time as he pulled open the door to the community center, checking the time at the top of the screen - 9:34 PM, sure he was a bit early, but there was no way you were actually using the whole reservation time.

You and Chris had been best friends since he accidentally pushed you into the pool during your beginner swim lessons, and when he tried to help you out, you’d used all your 9-year-old strength to pull him in instead - from then on, you both have been attached to the hip. Where he was taking swimming lessons to compete in the local swim meets, you were taking swimming lessons because it was either that or gymnastics, according to your parents.

Still, despite your differing reasons for being in the swim classes - proudly led by his parents - you two managed to turn an unfortunate meeting into a friendship that would stand the test of time; from supporting him in his swim meets to supporting him in award shows, you remained a constant in his life.

Of course, he did his best to reciprocate the same support through sending you a wall of text when he learned you’d be taking up swim meets casually in your own division, and staying up late to watch the recordings of said swim meets that his mom and sister sent on your behalf. 

It was only when he went home one time two years ago that the tradition of him picking you up from late practices began; one surprise pop-up turning into him being your designated ride for as long as he was in Australia.

Walking down the all-too-familiar halls, the smell of chlorine slowly seeped into the air before he reached the double doors of the pool room, various warnings and rule lists plastered across the front. He pushed through the doors, the sound of splashing water proving him wrong as he spotted your form floating in the shallow end - eyes closed and limbs splayed out like a starfish, most likely relaxing after a few laps.

Smirking to himself, Chris snuck toward the edge of the pool you were closest to before bending down, putting his hand in the slightly cold water, and splashing water in your direction - laughing as you slipped back into wading.

“What the actual-?!” Wiping your face free of the droplets - ironically making your face even wetter in the process - your fiery glare landed on a familiar face, “Christopher! What the hell was that for?!”

“You looked too peaceful,” he taunted, tongue peaking out of the side of his mouth before a cheeky grin brightened his features.

You rolled your eyes, dipping your hand in the water before flicking some water back in his direction, “Oh whatever - what’re you doing in here anyways? You usually wait outside.”

He shrugged, “I didn’t think you’d still be in the pool - figured I’d just come in and wait this time, haven’t been inside since last year, you know?”

Puffing your cheeks, you waded your way over to the edge before resting your arms on the tiles, “I guess.. Give me one final lap then we can head out, okay?”

“Knock yourself out - we’re still on for Hungry Jacks after, yeah?”

“Of course! There’s no way I’d pass up food after a practice - or food in general.”

With that, he watched as you shuffled your way through the deep end before swimming toward the other half of the pool where they kept laned off for swim meets.

He had to admit, part of him missed competing and the rush of adrenaline when the buzzer went off and all he had to think about was ‘go’, but watching you set up for a lap made that bitterness just a bit sweeter - knowing that you were able to grow from a kid who claimed swimming like a frog was the best form, to earning a few medals in the breaststroke and butterfly stroke category.

The sound of splashing broke him from his reverie, his eyes locking onto your form as you broke into a breaststroke - simple, effective, a good choice to leave off with after hours of practicing with almost perfect technique.

By the time you had turned to finish out your lap, he was already walking toward the pool chair that had your towel draped over your bag, snatching the cloth in preparation for your grand exit.

Oh, how grand it was.

What he wouldn’t give to be the beads of water dripping down the curve of your hips and thighs, skin glistening under the fluorescent lights of the pool room as you pulled yourself out of the pool with hard-earned strength.

Now that you were up close, he could finally notice how your bathing suit was snugly hugging your shape, each bead of water acting like glitter to catch his eye effortlessly - well, almost effortlessly, as he thrusted the towel in your direction without a moment’s notice.

“Uh- Here!”

You took the towel gratefully, shooting him an earnest smile as you took the time to wipe down your arms and chest, “Thanks - just give me a second to rinse off and change, then we can head out.”

Chris meant to answer you, truly he did, but all thoughts of a reply fizzled out into nothing as his eyes began the exciting trail down your body once more - god, he never noticed how wonderfully shaped you were until now, especially your legs.

Curvy, sculpted, from your thighs to your calves, he could only imagine how strong they were - how they’d feel wrapped around his head.

He was a simple man, if he found someone attractive, it was because of a multitude of things, but those legs - your legs, were making him feel like he was a teenager going through puberty again.

“Channie?”

His eyes snapped up to yours, immediately clocking the sparkle of humor mixing with something unfamiliar - it made his stomach flip.

“I could use some help getting out of my bathing suit, if you don’t mind?”

Of course, as a great best friend, who was he to deny you help when you asked?

He could only assume that he was an even greater best friend from the way you were quivering underneath him, your hands holding onto the edge of the towel-covered bench for stability as he fucked you into next week.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, one hand keeping your right leg pressed against his chest while the other gripped your hip, bathing suit laid in a wet heap somewhere along with his sweats and underwear. “You’ve got no clue how many times I’ve dreamt of this.”

Your cunt clenched around him, a shuddering moan falling from your lips as you nodded, “S-Same- fuck, wanted you so bad, Chris- E-Every time you visit.”

“You-” An incredulous scoff escaped him, lips pulling into a cocky smirk, “You waited until now to make a move? Baby, I could’ve been fucking this sweet pussy ages ago?”

You wanted to reply, maybe offer him an apology of some sorts, but his thrusts didn’t let up and the sight of him ducking his head down to press a fleeting kiss to your ankle made your brain evaporate.“It’s fine - we can make up for lost time, yeah?” Dropping his hand to the back of your knee, he pushed your leg up to your torso, mirroring the act with his other hand and your other leg, “After here, after Hungry Jacks, I’m spending the rest of the night with you, between these gorgeous legs of yours.”

[celestie0]

KICKOFF GOJO AND READER ARE SO TAYLOR SWIFT CODED I LITERALLY HEAD CANON THEM SINGING TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS TOGETHER IN GOJOS CAR IN THIER SHARED PLAYING THIER SO STYLE CODED IM GONNA CRYYY 😭😭😭

YESS THANK YOU FOR THIS BC MY KICKOFF PLAYLIST I MADE IS PRETTY MUCH JUST 60% TAYLOR SWIFR I GO INSANE LISTENING TO HER SONGS WHILE WRITING FOR THEM 😭😭😭

you’re sooo right they are massive style coded pls :””) also you didnt ask but i will take any excuse to talk ab blondie so i’ma just share a few of the other songs that remind me of them 🤣😭

style fosho is the THEME SONG, daylight (i had this one on blast while i was writing ch9 it just fit them so weeeelll), messagw in a bottle, snow on the beach (ughh this is the song i had on repeat during ch5 when reader realizes she has feelings for him), gold rush, hits different (omg the bridgeee reminds me of them sm especially ‘i trace the artifacts, cried over a hat, cursed the space that i needed’ is so reader coded haha), nothing new, the lakes (haha i love this bc of the line ‘i’m settin off but not without my muse’ since gojo is kinda her photography muse), how you get the girl (i alr know imma have this one blasting while writing ch10 bc cmonnn its time for gojo to stand there like a ghost shakin in the rain n fight for her affection again heheh), peace (i listen to this one from gojo’s pov to reader n it makes me sad :””)), slut! (the mid chorus ugh)

AGAIN IM SOREY IK U DIDNR ASK BUR I JUST HOPE UR AS HOPELESSLT OBSESSED W BLONDIE AS MUCH AS ME OR WLSE RHIS IS VERY EMBARRASSING HAHAH

[voided-selfships]

He makes me insane, my favorite generic white guy /silly /aff

[TAGLIST]

IM SOREY I FORGOT!!!

@comfycozycirrus @ghost--girlfriend @kylars-princess @fireborns @lovebandit42069 @love-birds-stuff @faerie-circle-ships @l3mon-flavored-selfships

[leonardalphachurch]

SOREY ILL MAKE A GOOD POST SUMMING EVERYTHING IP IN A MINUTE IM JUST GOING INSANE

[aquariumgirls]

i find the idea of chaotic menacing genius kids hilarious. the fucking Genius Built Superbabies™ are just. so much. their iqs combined breach 250 and the autism level is off the charts. they have plans for world domination only stopped by their wonderful saint of an aunt (raph) who is so, so tired and constantly trying to get mikey leo and april to STOP ENABLING THEM PLEASE,,,,anyways. theyve tried to eat computer parts as babies. they speak 8 languages each, and are impressively fluent in japanese, indonesian, spanish and even have their own conlang. (conglang? idr how 2 spell it.)

idk i just find genius kids so sillay like wdym youre 5 and smarter than me....the audacity...also kids saying shit like "i wove quantum physics :3" or "im going to wule da world w an iwon fist :]" is hilarious. im imagining catbugs voice when i type that btw. ily catbug sorey i got distacted ANYWAYS. absolute terrors. but they are soooo niceys as well bc imo kendra stops doing The Villain Thing after the kraang and donnie is so sweet and niceys under the layers of Mysterious Aloof Bad Boy Image™ and dry humor. sorey im insane im that person who reads kidfics and sobs like a baby because of Maternal Feelings despite having no kids and bekng a teenagwr