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fxckingghxst · 1 year
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Literally obsessed with the way you have written both ghost and konig, you’ve captured the essence of their characters so well tbh! The tenderness in juxtaposition of their brute force and strength when it comes to their loved ones they feel like they have to protect from themselves (God I am so weak for men willing and capable to tender and soft for their partner💕😭), the hesitation and ultimately the surrender when the trust is reciprocated 👌🏻💋👩🏼‍🍳 you’re very talented!
BABE YOU’RE MAKING ME BLUSH OMG 😊😊😊💕💕💕 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE HOW I WRITE THOSE TWO THEY ARE BY FAR MY FAVORITE TO WRITE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU 😘🥰😘🥰
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justalildumpling · 10 months
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I can’t sleep so here’s a fun fact about me. When I was sixteen I took a chlamydia test purely to get a sperm shaped keyring
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Sorry to disrupt your day like this 😭💖
OH MY GOD. You’re not disrupting my day at all, I love this so much😭😭💗
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wind-rider · 4 months
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I still can’t remember Voidspeak’s tumblr so you’re getting the shitty drawing again. Cos for some reason i can’t draw moths, people or moth people. Your fic gives me brainworms and a quick drawing the day before an exam are the only way I know to get them out. Enjoy!!!
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This is ADORABLE I love it so so much!! Thank you!!!!! And thank you for reading!!! And good luck on your exam :]
@v0idspeak look look lookit the friend
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probablygayattorneys · 11 months
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So, this is a more personal post than usual and for once, I’m actually dropping the facade and being real.
If you’ve been following me for awhile, you’ve probably seen me tag @vaptainhammer in several posts, calling him “my man”. Well, after really thinking it over, we have decided to move forward with our relationship and get the government involved. Now this will take a lot of logistics and planning because we are long distance, and while it may take some time for him to actually get his ass over here and properly propose, I still wanted a sort of pre-engagement ring to signify to the world that I am off the market.
Now, years ago, before I even got back into Ace Attorney (but was still involved with my man - that’s right, I found one who loves me through all my hyperfixations) my aunt wanted to clear out some of her jewelry and gave a bunch to my sister and I and I got a ring that sat forgotten in a jewelry box until we decided to move forward with our relationship and I saw it and thought it was perfect and took it to a jeweler who verified it is in fact real silver, not costume jewelry, and got it resized and polished up and I wanted to share it all with you because… Well, best to just let you see.
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That’s right! After all of it and everything, I’m still a ride or die Wrightworth bitch and my man is still marrying me in spite of it!
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floral-hex · 9 months
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Just canceled all of my future therapy appointments. Big fudgin’ bummer. Did I mention I lost my insurance? Didn’t even find out about that until the day it lapsed. Trying to find a way to fix it now, reapplying and whatnot, but ya know, it’s bureaucracy so who knows how long it’ll take. Just fingers crossed I don’t run out of meds first.
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lol it’s underwater 🐠
#ugggghhhhh so sad#like genuinely I think my therapist rocks#he’s the best one I’ve ever had. nice and cool but no BS and just harsh enough to push me#I feel like such a baby for saying it but literally the number one thing I’ve wanted these last few weeks was to go to therapy#I had to skip my last appointment so I haven’t seen him in weeks#between my mom’s organ transplant and driving back and forth to see her everyday and taking care of my bros aaand super suicidal birthday#I’m just… I’m tired. I want to vent. I just want to spill my guts for an hour and maybe cry a lot#and I can’t do that with anyone else. I know that’s dumb to say#I 100% can’t complain to my family because ya know I gotta be strong and they don’t need me being a burden#and I love my mutuals but I don’t know any of you anywhere well enough to feel comfortable venting#I mean. y’all can vent to me all day. I’ll gladly listen to you talk about yourselves. I’m here for it. I just can’t do it myself 😕#I’m so tired and anxious and I don’t want to really get into the self harm talk but I’ve had some serious self destructive thoughts lately#I don’t know what I’m going to do#I have to believe it’ll get better#because if I don’t believe that then… what’s the point?#also.. I’m really fucking lonely. just to throw that out there. if you can’t tell by my reblogs.#I am like desperately and ravenously lonely and full of longing#and you add that to everything else it’s just the sad little cherry on top…#now I want an ice cream sundae… mmmm….#I need 1000 hugs and to sit with someone and maybe get fucked up and complain and sit in silence and and and blegh#but that’s life. it’ll be… it’ll be whatever it is.#sorry. this is a bit too heavy for this time of morning#I’ve been sick. really bad vertigo and vomiting and I’m just wiped out and sad#but I love you stranger or at least I like you enough to be okay with you reading this#okay be safe#goodbye forever#text
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lovelyisadora · 8 months
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it isn’t the end of the semester but i’m already having my end of the semester breakdown oh my GOD I am going to have a heart attack. sprite save me
#nothing is done!! not my applications not my interviews etc#I am running out of time to graduate in June and I could just graduate in august but then I have to admit to my family that I fucked up bad#it takes 3-6 weeks to get IRB approval I need to step on it#it’ll take at least 4 for my paid leave forms for work to go through and I don’t know if it’ll get approved#and if it does when do my benefits start#I feel like an idiot where those forms are concerned because it needs an occupation code and I don’t know if it’s specific#or if I can just select the one that best matches my job description and I can’t find that info anywhere#my body is literally shutting down I have two golf ball sized tumors and I can’t get out of bed but I can’t sleep#my car is kaputt and I have to call several different shops to get it seen because the one I took it to couldn’t fix it#and is any of it worth it!! is any of it!!#I cried for like three hours today bc I tried to talk to my mom about it and. well. she was very much a mom about it and not helpful#like yeah! obviously I want to graduate in June! but my research isn’t even approved because I haven’t been able to get myself#to complete the application for the last six months! Jesus Christ!#I can’t sleep and I’m so tired I’m so so tired my brain just straight up isn’t working!#I swear to god if I finally meet with my advisor and he does his well you don’t seem to need my help bullshit again#I’m gonna actually snap and kill him#anyway. need to do three things by end of Wednesday. just three things#clean. irb. and paid leave. that’s it that’s all.#it’s what I’ve tried to do the last four days and I’ve accomplished none of it but. Jesus Christ it’s gotta get done#FOUR THINGS I have to call the shop to get an estimate for a car I’m not even going to bother to fix#ok vent session over#delete later#fkdjdjshhaa im a MESS#sprite save me 😭#save me sprite. save me
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Loveless the peasants are asking for more of the yummy plague doctor prompts.
Also, I miss you, friend.
I’ve missed you as well! I really need to get used to having relationships to upkeep. I’m rusty and my friends are growing dusty
Brain exercise I guess: select any inedible object, anything from an empty cup beside your bed or a low resolution image of the Taj Mahal, and tell me what it’s texture and taste would be, whether it’s a plant, meat, or a just a fun guy. Tell me if you can slice into it and if it’s rigid or fold-y, or if it crumbles. Is it dry? Crunchy? Spicy? Does it taste like a banana or black licorice?
How would you prepare it? Roasted, boiled, fries, grilled, in a sandwich, frozen, with spices or condiments or sugar, or just plain? How much could you eat in one sitting? What situations would this item be prepared in a meal for? Parties? Balls? Announcements? Weddings? Meetings? Is there any cultural or religious significance to it?
Just a little brain massage~ have fun! :D
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notebooknonbinary · 2 years
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Byler Week, Day 1: Halloween
Happy Halloween to those who celebrate! (Happy s2 Byler to all) And happy first day of Bylerweek!
Today is Day 1: Halloween / AU / –gate. I chose to write a fic bc my drawing skills need serious brushing up skills and I can eventually stuff this fic into my other fic’s universe😌.
Edit: Also posted to Ao3:)
Halloween used to be Mike’s favorite holiday. He’s always loved dressing up as whatever his favorite character that year is. And he loves seeing what other people dress up as.
One year, before the Party started doing group costumes, he and Will had gone as Kirk and Spock. He’d even made the ultimate sacrifice and let Will be Kirk.
Tiny little seven-year-old Will had made an adorable Starship Captain (equally tiny Mike had thought he looked super cool). Mike’s fake ears had itched, but he’d liked the cool blue color of his shirt. And everyone that gave them candy that night had known they were a pair, which had thrilled them both to pieces.
The first year that the Party did group costumes, Mike and Dustin had convinced the other two to go as DC superheroes (Lucas and Will have always preferred Marvel). Lucas had been Green Arrow, and Dustin had picked the Flash (his favorite). Everyone had expected Mike to go as Superman, who was his all-time favorite. Except he’d gone as Batman instead and asked Will to be Superman. Everyone’s costumes had turned out great, but Mike’s favorite had absolutely been Will’s—handmade by Mrs. Byers as always.
(It seems obvious in retrospect, that Mike had already begun to get a crush on Will—which is why he’d wanted him to be Superman.)
(And then, of course, the Halloween—only a few days before Will would be taken by Vecna, the Party had dressed up as Star Wars characters. This time it’d been easy to convince everyone that Will as Luke was just the obvious, correct choice, and not because Luke was obviously the best character.)
But Eighth grade had been the last time any of them had dressed up (“Who you gonna call?”) —and it hadn’t exactly ended well.
(Well, technically that Halloween had ended with Mike and Will hanging out alone in the basement, watching a lighthearted movie and sitting close together to feel safer—so that part…)
Freshman year, Mike had been in the middle of being miserable and missing Will and El too much to even think about a costume—and last year, they’d been in the middle of recovering from an apocalypse (neither Will, nor Max, had even been awake yet).
So now there are multiple anniversaries right around Halloween that seem much more prevalent than going around getting candy (which they’re pretty much too old for anyway, in Mike’s unhappy opinion), or going to a Halloween party—with too many people they’re not friends with, and alcohol, which none of the Party even likes.
So yeah, Mike doesn’t really intend to broach the subject of costumes this year.
Instead it’s Will who brings it up. “If all I have to focus on this year are the shitty memories and handing out candy, I’m going to scream.” Then he grins, a little mischievous. “Plus this is the first Halloween that we’re dating. I’ll be able to tell you this time that I think you look handsome in your costume, instead of pretending that you, as Han Solo, didn't fluster me half to death.”
Mike, they’ve both learned, is much easier to tease out of the two of them—Will makes a game sometimes, out of all the easy ways he can make Mike blush. Like right now.
“You’re mean,” he grumbles, hiding his suddenly warm face in his hands. It only gets warmer at Will’s delighted laugh. “You wanna do a group costume with the Party, or a pair like we used to?”
“The Party’s a lot bigger than it was back then—it’d be too hard to coordinate on short notice. But…” Will trails off. Mike risks a look at Will, who is suddenly much closer, smile softened but eyes still bright with mirth. “I think, Michael, that in this context, it’d be a couple’s costume, not just a pair.”
Mike resists the urge to hide his face again.
“Everyone always thinks I’m the mean one of the two of us,” he grumbles, but accepts the embrace Will is silently, cheerfully, offering—nosing into the other boy’s shoulder. “I’m gonna tell your mom you were bullying me. She loves me, you’ll get in trouble.”
“Tattletale,” Will singsongs. “I’ll stop bullying you if you let me pick our costumes this year.”
Mike, who doesn’t actually want Will to ever stop bullying (aggressively flirting with) him, cocks his head. “Alright Byers, deal.” He pauses. “And you just have to lay off flustering me in front of our friends—they already think I’d let you get away with anything.”
Will snickers. “You know what? Deal. But, for the record, I think you would let me get away with anything. Which is why, one day, you’ll go with me and El to Vegas so we can use our powers to scam the slot—”
Mike interrupts this long-running (hopefully a) joke to kiss Will. Will leans into it briefly, reaching up to weave a hand into Mike’s hair. After a moment, though, he pulls back, looking thoughtful.
“Now we have to figure out what we’re doing for Halloween.”
The Halloween of Mike and Will’s Junior year of high school, the Extended Party (minus Jonathan and Nancy, away at their colleges) convene on the Byers-Hopper house, dressed to the nines in their Halloween costumes. The plan is to watch minorly scary movies, eat far too much junk, and take turns answering the door for Trick-or-Treaters.
The Original Members of the Party (including Max) show up early to help set up.
Dustin is in a full suit and tie, a gun holster (with two full water guns in it), and a fedora. The entire setup is impressive, but none of his friends can guess who he’s supposed to be. The only one who understands who his character is immediately, is—oddly—Hopper.
“Elliot Ness.”
“Yes! Thank you!!”
It turns out that, having recently seen the Untouchables, Dustin had gone on a research spree about the Real-life man, and been fascinated. Thus, his choice of costume.
Lucas and Max have decided against couple costumes. Instead, Max wanted to go as Wonder Woman, so she has (and she looks every bit the Amazon warrior, sitting in her wheelchair like it’s a throne).
Lucas, on the other hand, has finally been able to be a Marvel superhero. After long deliberation between all of his favorites, he’d finally settled on Falcon—partly because he enjoyed the recent comics miniseries, but also because if he’d gone as Spider-Man (his other big choice), he’d have to keep removing the mask to eat.
“Falcon is just cool enough to date Wonder Woman,” Max tells him, mock-loftily.
He laughs, leaning across her lap to give her a kiss. “Well, Wonder Woman is more than cool enough to date Falcon.”
This being one of El’s first actual Halloweens’, she chose to go as the ghost she’d wanted to go as on her first Halloween—though the simple sheet had been switched for a white dress, pale makeup, and fake blood (with the occasional appearance of actual blood when she used her powers to get another soda, or pop Mike across the head with a pillow).
Steve and his group seem to have collectively decided to go as the Breakfast Club (or perhaps Steve is in regular clothes, it’s hard to tell). Robin, dressed as the outcast girl, is lounging across Vickie’s (dressed as Molly Ringwald’s character) lap, attempting to toss popcorn into Steve’s mouth. She’s largely just making a mess, but neither of them seem to care.
The (actual) adults of the bunch settle in the kitchen. Joyce convinced Hopper to do a couple’s costume with her (they’ve gone as Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein), but Murray shows up wielding a bottle of something very strong for them to drink and wearing just a dollar store cape over his regular clothes.
(Erica, out with her other friends for one last candy-haul before high school next year, will come at eight-thirty. She’s dressed up as her DnD character, Lady Applejack. She has no plans whatsoever to share her candy—even though she knows she probably will end up doing so.)
Joyce had been overjoyed to see what costumes Mike and Will picked this year.
She hadn’t been the only one.
When Will told Mike what costumes he wanted, Mike almost cried. He is (not so) secretly a sap, and Will knows it (though Will isn’t much better on that front, honestly).
“Shall we, Mr. Spock?”
“Indeed we shall, Captain Kirk.”
It’s the best Halloween yet, in their opinions.
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yoojinluv · 1 year
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#kinda obsessed w isabelle adjani these days#it’s a plus that she’s been in so many rly good movies I’ve never seen before so I’ve been spoiled by good movies these days#my bf ex bf person is gone for the weekend for work#so I get the house to myself#I’m worried about repeating the same patterns over and over again and having the same regrets over and over again#it’s really quite hard to break habits huh.. especially those that are sort of emotional crutches ways to feel safe ways to forget#but that’s sort of how my whole life has been#just hiding as best I can being quiet as best I can doing the same things to feel safe and never liked#*like#growing expanding exploring being confident#for the most part I think it’s bc I’ve never rly wanted to be a part of the world at all#like it’s always felt like something I never would’ve signed up for had i had the chance to choose#but you never know#maybe I chose it and knew everything going in#as a spirit?#the only thing I know is that I’m still trying#and that everyone is capable of transforming themselves and starting from scratch and being happy#so I must be too but it’s routine that kills me#routine routine routine#anyways#this is all rly stream of consciousness#it’s Friday and the work day’s half done#I love women#I hope to become a better woman#I hope to treat myself well tonight#in that house by myself#I’ll see my niece this weekend and that’ll be nice 😊#and maybe I’ll do something out of my routine this weekend#idk what yet
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ohh my god??? :O
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my dice song for 5sos was heartbreak girl so who am i speedwriting that for today
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whokilleddaphne · 1 year
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king corin’s new tattoo
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rosylamb · 1 year
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I hope that someone gives you a strawberry milkshake and a forehead kiss 💋
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♡ 🍓 ♡ 🧁 ⋆˙⊹ ! ! !
My friend . . do you mean that ??
Pinky promise ???
Well thank you very much, but I think someone should surprise *you* with something nice, too !!
Or maybe we could go get something together? c:
Sweet things are meant to be shared with friends after all !!
At the very least — I hope that someone can make you smile today like you’ve made me! Cus you’re really nice, and I think you’re worth such good things, friend! ♡ ♡ ♡
Sending much love & many many hugs!! Take care, and have a beautiful day ~ ! X O
🤍 *·˚ .⋆。 🧸⋆༶⋆˙⊹
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genderfreakxx · 2 years
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“Alas, time and space wait for no men, and you know, they have places to be, people to seduce, lives to save. So they go undercover as the WAITERS OF THE DAMNED. Ray Toro tries everything he can think of to make these outfits look okay, but even his thigh + hip tilt cannot reduce the fug. Oh Gerard, he thinks, why? Why? Why does Gerard not see the fug? Ray and Mikey and Frank do and they are trying! Mikey has offered up his bare arms! Frank is fondling himself! Ray has put on suspenders! But no. No. There is no joy in the basement. There is only bad fashion.”
The fact that the band promo picture is missing for this caption is making me cry I wanna know which one it is SO bad
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