#the brainrot was strong with this one

[itsbinghebitch]

NO REST FOR THE WICKED | E | 60.9k | vegaspete AU

chapter 11: The Ratanapakorn family comes clean.

Isn’t this all there is to it, after all? He’s witnessing Vegas’s world. This is what Vegas was shielding from him. It’s something Pete would’ve never understood in a million years, had he not lived through its terror.

☀️🏝️👬🏻 fic details under the cut ❤️‍🔥⛓

☀️ summary:

Pete has long left Thailand. He is now living the American dream, working long hours to make his rich clients richer and himself more miserable than ever.

But when his best friend Porsche invites him to his destination wedding to the mysterious Kinn, Pete finds himself suddenly thrown into the world of the Theerapanyakul family, the silent machinations underpinning their wealth, and Kinn’s cousin Vegas—who, for reasons unknown, has made it his mission to tear down every assumption Pete holds about his life.

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resort romance AU where Kinn & co are still mafia (except Pete doesn't know)

🔥 tags:

Alternate Universe, Corporate Consultant Pete, Pete POV, wedding shenanigans, Thailand, Secret Relationship, Plot, Mental Health Issues, Depression, some strong language around mental health, Injury, Angst, but with a happy ending, Explicit Sexual Content, things happening on balconies, Kink Negotiation, Dom/sub, pete meets vegas and is immediately like 'disgusting......tell me more’, the inherent bdsm of capitalism, the inherent bdsm of mafia romance, class fallouts, pete’s many dormant kinks, ORGASM_DENIED.jpeg, put orgasm denial in there a couple of times, Exhibitionism, Sex Toys, Light Bondage, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Prostate Massage, Come Eating

[flokali]

Boothill and a corrupt USB with a “love virus”… and you’re the poor, unfortunate engineer forced to deal with him in this state, except his little metal heart has gotten too attached to you and the feeling of overbearing longing that you make him feel… on the bright side, your wanted posters look lovely together ♥︎

[spoopup]

tv boyfriend

inspired by the fangamer klapollo pin. im crazy

[dannydanoninoo]

He did fell first

BUT OH MY FUCKING GOD HE FELL HARDER TOO

[missmetus]

[abisalli]

must be the season of the witch

[chiffer178]

[kittydoesthings]

the cookie brainrot is strong. felt an urge to doodle and chose @cuppajj BAAU for my muse

[oddishblossom]

recommending hirano to kagiura (the holy grail of slow burns) to other people is hard because how do i say “ok so there’s this really good slice of life roommates to best friends to lovers slow burn. chapter 1 technically starts on volume 2 of this other manga called sasaki to miyano. well, if you count the prequel it actually starts as a spin-off light novel. anyway, the manga yes, it’s called sasaki to miyano go to the extra bonus chapters at the end of the volumes that’s where hirano to kagiura’s story starts. after you’ve read all the bonus chapters you can start the spin-off manga called hirano to kagiura.

it updates every 2-3 months. we’ve already had a confession scene and they’re still not together. one of the leads straight up turned down the other guy but they’re in some schrodinger’s cat kind of relationship. they hold hands and hug and stuff but only for 10 seconds per day. kagiura is a giant basketball guy with big puppy dog “good boy” energy. a bit of a brat. teensy bit stubborn and possessive. he can ask for whatever he wants because he’s special and he knows it. and then there’s hirano. don’t even get me started on that pretty boy. kagiura was doomed to fall in love with hirano the day they met and this scary blond boy started calling him “kagi-kun”.

look at this aro/ace king. he’s never had a crush in his life. hirano is a walking contradiction. he’s a “former bad boy” who’s now a member of the disciplinary committee club. a grumpy boy with straight A’s, earrings, bleached hair and a soft spot for his roommate. calls him cute nicknames and dotes on him (ie: wakes him up every day, eats the food he doesn’t want, goes to his basketball games, tutors him, compliments him all the time, gets mad at him when he tries to create distance, has the biggest smile around only him, can never say no to him). except he can say no to him because of course he turned the guy down and yet. he is still willing to… try. a little trial relationship of sorts. because it’s kagiura. his roomie and his bestie. and i just

what the hell is this indeed.

watching them discover love in the slowest of slow burns is not only agonizing but also amazing and sweet and the best thing ever and i need more people to know about them. they’re also hilarious and have a huge height difference. hirano’s not even short kagiura’s just a titan (6'3"/190cm)”

[slashmagpie]

Scar has had a day.

A fun day, certainly! He would never say that he didn’t have fun. That would be a lie, and Scar is not a liar. (A schemer, a swindler, yes, but a liar? Why, he’d never!) But several hours of running Decked Out, one near-death-experience after another, has him shaking all over. He’s sweating in places he didn’t even know he could sweat, and his heart is pounding even faster against his ribcage than the dungeon’s at max clank. 

But he had fun, and he’s achieved his goal of two new cards and a victory tome, so he’s about ready to head home to Scarland for some nice relaxing time—

There is something in the hallway with him.

The hair on the back of Scar’s neck prickles, and he can feel the ravager’s breath against his skin, a sudden rush of hot air in the otherwise frozen crypts. He feels his body freeze, lungs ceasing to function without permission, and he needs to run, needs to flee, he’s going to lose—

“You got lucky at the end there. When you were leaving? There was a ravager coming at you across the thing—”

“Oh gosh!” Scar stumbles backwards, heart in his throat, looking up at Tango as he approaches Scar and his shulker deck across the hall. His words spill out of him so fast he stumbles over the sounds, and Tango stops, staring, as Scar nearly keels over backwards from fright. “Jeez, Tango, oh my gosh, I thought you were a ravager, I’m a little still paranoid, it’s been a—a captivating day—”

Scar’s back hits the blackstone rim of the door behind him, and the sudden terror he’d felt at Tango’s presence suddenly vanishes, leaving him sagging against the wall. Tango blinks owlishly, looking around the dungeon like he’s missed something. 

“H-Hi? Do I…?” Tango looks down at himself, like he’s expecting to see something different, like he might suddenly be a beast with shaggy grey fur and deadly horns, and not a Tango in his frosty blue robes. A laugh wheezes its way out of Scar as the relief turns into an odd sort of dizziness. He feels a little sick. “Wow. Scar? You okay…?”

Scar pulls himself out of the corner, towards his friend, because Tango is his friend, and he’s just—he’s just Tango. Not a ravager, or any other kind of danger, just Tango, who’s spent the last thirteen months making this amazing game for all of the hermits, and who Scar is not scared of.

“Y-Y-You get heightened tension, right, when you play? It’s crazy, like—”

“You are on edge,” Tango tells him with a laugh, and Scar laughs along.

“I was on edge!” he agrees, opening his shulker once again so that he can avoid Tango’s gaze. There’s something about his eyes that are just—Scar doesn’t know. He’s not afraid of Tango. Why would he be afraid of Tango?

“Rarr,” Tango jokes, the worst ravager impression in the world, bearing his teeth and raising his hands like claws, and Scar does not jump. “And stuff.”

…Everything is fine, and normal, and Scar just needs—needs to go back to Scarland. And relax. Because his heart is beating too fast, and he’s played a lot of Decked Out, and he’s had a lot of fun, but he’s jumping at shadows, and at Tangos, and that—that simply won’t do.

(And he does not entertain the notion, not even a slightest bit, that maybe it’s not just him—that maybe there is something going on with Tango—because, really, it’s just Tango. Come on.) 

[turrondeluxe]

Lovers Rock

[virgilthepoet1029]

So what are you thinking about Virgil?

What am I thinking about??

WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT????

I’m thinking about Stan spending 30 years trying to get his brother back, blaming himself, not knowing if he was alive or not, but trying anyway over and over and over again.

I’m thinking about Stan pretending to be Stanford and how every time someone called him by Stanford it probably hurt him and made him miss his brother even more.

I’m thinking about Stan seeing dipper. And seeing him get sucked further and further into the mysteries of gravity falls, and seeing ford in him.

I’m thinking about when Mabel mentions Bill and you see Stan panic for a minute because he knows what that means. He knows he didn’t protect them well enough. He knows what’s to come.

I’m thinking about them losing the shack. And how absolutely destroyed he must have been. The last piece of his brother, ripped away from him. His only shot at getting him back, taken. I’m thinking about the way he literally jumped out of his chair at the end of season one when he sees that the portal is working again.

So, you ask what I’m thinking about? I’m thinking about Stanley Pines.

[whoedibledtheorphans]

Drew my husband

and I’m blaming the person on TikTok for the Harvey brainrot, you can’t just put Harvey and hozier together like that

I’m so not normal about him

[pinkiemme]

Deputy Rex

[2myheart]

you'll never guess what i've been rewatching...

[justm-pls]

been thinking too much about him in a dress ;;