#the brainrot is always rotting

[noxemma]

Me (rereading a forgotten WIP): wait omg I actually love those lines. Did I actually write that? Wait what do you mean it’s not done? Where is the rest?!?

Me (barging into my brain): where is it?! Where’s the brain cell that wrote this?

Me (hides handcuffs behind back): I just want to chat, i’m not going hold it hostage or anything

Anyway here are the lines:

1. “You’ve never been in love, Cas. You might find a more profound bond.”

Cas doesn’t correct Dean. Because how do you tell the man you remade, the man you pulled from hell, the man you rebelled for, the man you’ve fought with and for, the man you died for that you’ve been in love with him the whole time. That every action and reaction, every angry word and bad decision, every misguided attempt to help, every death and necessary evil, every good thing you’ve done since you met him (even before you knew what it was) was tainted with your love for him.

2. But he knows that Cas needs this right now, needs to feel helpful more than Dean needs one less ghost of what could have been.

[just-null]

God I love your noritoshi sm

"what a powerful bite..."

thank you for getting Noritoshi to finally replace his ancient equipment!!

[deadhoneybee]

Its fall. You know what that means?

The Marauders Brain Rot is in full swing. I just crushed a 100k fic at the airport and im going crazy.

[onlyhereforbylerlol]

The byler brainrot is 24/7 btw

[productofaritual]

Event Horizon fucking stumbled upon my brain, went "that one", clung to it like a fucking monkey AND HAS NOT LET GO. SINCE 2022. HOLY FUCKING HELL. THIS THING CONSUMES MY EVERY WAKING THOUGHT. MY CURRENT GOAL IS TO GO THROUGH EVERY INDICATOR OF TIME AND MAKE AN ACTUAL ROUGH IN-UNIVERSE TIMELINE OF EVENTS LIKE A FUVKING GAME THEORY VIDEO

[ourg0dsal]

Trying to learn to love Nona in the same way that I try to get a little better at loving little kid me.

Who was very naive like nona- who could never fully understand what was happening to her. Let alone why.

[beckkii]

thinking about the aftermath of the spamton neo fight we don’t get to see. spamton fallen to the floor, eerily still and silent for once. susie and ralsei rushing to pick him up and tie him up with the wires in case he tries to attack again, kris lingering in the back frozen bc—hell, that could be THEM. spamton now clearly alive but not resisting, in some brief catatonic state where he just lets himself be tied up. he’s calm now, but tired. so, so tired of trying.

it’d be such a sad scene to watch played out. and while i get why toby omitted it, it would’ve been interesting to see

[headroom-moods]

When you realize it, Tim was never the other woman— it always has been Lucy.

[shima-draws]

Sanlu consuming my brain like a goddamn fungus. Please send help. I’ve already written down so many ideas for fics I’m going to blow up

Blurred bc spoilers and also some of these are really REALLY self indulgent (embarrassing) and may never see the light of day

[sailingfireshipz]

Newborn casting call. Baby blankets. Exterior loft permit.

Yall my brain right now....

[noxemma]

Kiss and Make Up

Sam (grumpily barging into the bunker kitchen): That’s it! I can’t take it anymore!

Sam (physically picking Cas up off the seat where he’s been sulking and pushing him toward the hallway): Go apologize so you both stop moping around.

Cas (tired and sad, resisting slightly): Sam, I’ve tried. He won’t talk to me.

Sam (deadly serious as he starts dragging Cas to Dean’s door): Cas, it’s been FIVE DAYS. Five days of Dean binging Dr. Sexy 24/7. Five days of you both living in dirty pajamas, not showering, not doing dishes, tension so thick I might need to invest in SCUBA gear.

Cas: Sam, I’ve already apolo-

Sam (ready to tear out his hair): APOLOGIZE AGAIN! Apologize better. I don’t care how you do it, but please, please just kiss and make up already!

Sam opens the door and shoves Cas in. Dean sits on his bed, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes glued to the TV despite Cas’ sudden appearance.

Dean (gruffly): I know Sam put you up to this. He thinks everything will magically get better if you apologize.

Cas (slightly agonized): Dean, I really am sorr-

Dean (angrily): I don’t want to hear another word, Cas. Just, just get out!

Cas stands for a moment, at a loss and in pain at Dean’s harsh words. Then his brow lifts as he recalls Sam’s words.

Cas (whispering mostly to himself): Sam’s right. I’ve been doing this all wrong.

Dean finally turns on the bed to face Cas, evidently paying more attention to the angel than he let on. He is a little shocked to find that Cas has moved to be right next to him, leaving barely any space between them.

Dean (looking up, confused and concerned at the determined look on Cas’ face): Cas, wha-

Cas cuts him off by bending down, firmly cupping his face and drawing him in for a scorching kiss. Dean’s hands land tentatively on Cas’ hips as if he isn’t sure whether he wants to push Cas away or draw him closer. Cas finally pulls back and studies Dean, who looks stunned.

Cas (slightly breathless and oddly shy after the intensity of the kiss): Did it work? Can we make up now?

Dean (blinking and absently running his fingers across his kiss swollen lips): Whoa, um. Wait “make up?”

Cas (nervously rambling): Sam implied that my previous apologies were insufficient and that I should “kiss and make up” with you. I was under the impression that the saying was figurative but after you refused to hear my apology once again, I thought that perhaps it was meant to be literal and that’s why my previous apologies were poorly received.

As Cas speaks Dean realizes just how distressing his anger and avoidance have been to the angel.

Dean (stricken):  Dammit, Cas. I forgive you. Of course, I forgive you. I was just angry. You didn’t need to- I didn’t mean to make you feel like- *sigh* I’ve been an ass. I’m sorry it took you doing something as drastic as kissing me to realize exactly how much of an ass I’ve been.

The room is silent except for Dr. Sexy still playing in the background. Cas doesn’t meet Dean’s eyes, still convinced he’s in the wrong despite Dean’s reassuring words.

Dean (teasing at first but falling flat): Also, while it would be funny to see Sam get a taste of his own medicine, you probably shouldn’t go around apologizing with kisses. Someone might get the wrong idea.

Cas (horrified gaze meeting Dean’s): I would never kiss Sam, or anyone else.

Dean: Oh …

Dean begins to blush as he slowly comes to the realization that Cas has basically just admitted that he only wants to kiss Dean.

Cas: Was it bad?

Dean (confused): Was what bad?

Cas (whispering so softly Dean nearly misses it):  The kiss?

Dean (licking his lip and staring intensely at Cas): Oh, well. I was kinda surprised by it so I couldn’t really say. But, uh, but if you … if you wanted to do it again I could, um, give you some pointers.

Cas (misunderstanding Dean’s words): That’s … you don’t have to do that, Dean. In fact, it was rather selfish of me to ask. I don’t want you to feel obligat-

Dean (grabbing the bottom of Cas’ shirt and pulling him back toward him): Cas, shut up and kiss me already.

Cas obliges, settling onto Dean’s lap to kiss him deeply for several minutes. When they break apart they don’t go far, resting their foreheads against each other, breathless and panting,

Cas (half teasing and half serious): How was that? Better?

Dean (pulling Cas impossibly closer on his lap): Pretty freaking awesome … I mean, you should probably keep practicing.

Cas laughs a little as Dean presses a kiss to his forehead.

Cas (teasingly): I think I could get rather fond of this whole “kiss and make up” idea, although it’s a shame we’d have to fight in order to make up. Dean (flirtatiously): Well then, we should probably just start dating already and make the whole thing easier, boyfriends fight all the time. Cas (shocked, like he didn’t really expect Dean to suggest dating): You think we should start dating? You want to be my … boyfriend?

Dean (fidgeting a bit under Cas and not making eye contact): Um, yeah? If you want me to, but we don’t have to label it or anything if you don’t want. I’m happy being whatever you want me to be. Cas (beaming with happiness and tilting Dean’s head to catch his eye): Boyfriends sounds wonderful. And, as your new boyfriend, I suggest we both shower.

Dean (gasping dramatically): Are you suggesting I stink?

Cas (somehow both sensually and stoically): I’m not denying it, just suggesting that, since my kisses still need practice, I may be able to perform other actions to make up with you. In the shower. Together.

Dean (squirming as Cas punctuates his sentence with a kiss on his neck): Oh. Oh! That’s a great idea, Cas.

They exit Dean’s room, hand in hand, and head down the hallway.

Sam (gloating as he witnesses the hand holding): Finally! Maybe I’ll actually get some peace around here now that they’ve stopped fighting and admitted their feelings.

Muffled moans, gasps, and grunts begin to filter through the thin bathroom door. Sam (horrified and muttering to himself as he puts in earplugs): It’s better than fighting, it’s better than fighting.

[iccarian]

personally although i know she wasn't ready for it at the time it was discussed, i do love the idea of daisy becoming director of shield

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's the 23rd... you know what that means...

Happy Ash Day!

[causenessus]

the infamous “i’ll take care of you.” “it’s rotten work.” “not to me. not if it’s you.” we already talked about this but def yellow wallpaper vibes!! and honestly i see a little bit of my year of rest and relaxation in here too, the way that everyone is living alone at the beginning just getting by each day yk <3 it makes me think about beautiful boy (2018) and found family if that wasn’t abundantly clear <3 thinking about “you and me against the world” and “i’d kill everyone in this room for her if she asked me to.” the love language of gift giving for sure, from the cd player to the iced coffees everyday <3 their love can be summed up in a few sentences “when i wake up, i’m thinking of you. i hope i get to see you. when i go to sleep, i go to bed hoping i’ll see you. maybe in my dreams. maybe tomorrow. or maybe both.” it’s just the idea of being safe in each other’s arms. in a world where they feel like nothing can be trusted, they can trust each other <3

rot: h. iwaizumi

her neighbor knocks on her door, and asks her for a favor...

pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader

status: ongoing

warnings: language, angst, alcohol use, violence/blood, adult themes, angst, crimes, poverty, smoking, flawed characters, anger issues, mental health issues, bad fathers, mention of family member death, probably bad, general ooc-ness, overused tropes that i will be beating to death, set in 2006 for no good reason other than i felt like it; happy ending but will probably be upsetting

taglist: open, complete this form to be added

minors dni & other rules

chapter one -> a favor

chapter two -> a call

chapter three -> a visit

chapter four -> an incident

chapter five -> the move

if you end up enjoying, please leave a like, rb, comment or ask <3

[bassforte]

I’m so glad that every year I make the same post/self reblog celebrating Bass’ birthday, and every year that post will blow up a lil with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BASS!!!”

I feel like some sort of messenger. Some guy blowing their conch or slamming some pots and pans with a “eVERYONE!!! IT’S TIME!!!!! WAKE UP!!!”

[sonicluxhedgeman]