#the guy had a broken leg

[myfandomhalf]

I just realized the reason they couldn’t show us Chuuya cleaning up / changing Dazai is because in order to clean all the blood properly he would’ve needed to undo his bandages and they can’t show us what’s under them yet 😭😭

[dykedvonte]

It’s crazy how expendable all the crew members were to the Pony Express.

A 30% chance that your shipment would be lost. Cargo and crew are inseparable if we are to believe the shitty layout of the Tulpar. People use it because it’s cheap. The labor is cheap. The lives are cheap.

They are all relatively easy to forget about. It’s implied Anya and Curly don’t have many friends or much family to be concerned about them back home. She mentions nothing and no one to fall back on and he feels like wasted his life with the company. Jimmy probably only has Curly, otherwise people wouldn’t care or ask. Of course Daisuke and Swansea have family’s but Swansea thinks poorly of his and Daisuke’s poorly of him. All people in the companies eyes that wouldn’t stir up too much trouble if they became part of the 30%.

It makes it so much sadder because that ladder they were climbing was so small and shitty. There were rungs, ranks, but even the highest was barely off the ground. Jimmy wanted to reach the top of something that was brutally cut off and knocked everyone else off just to not see it.

[eebie]

Grinds my teeth to dust…. i wish touch didnt have so many Implications. im just trying to survive out here

[pitske]

fallen from grace...

Mangle's party tricks etc.

[piduai]

i love how some very consistent traits of ogata's are a) his unwavering belief that everyone thinks and acts like him, b) his iron confidence in his own delusions and c) his inability to learn from his arrogance, because he doesn't recognize it as arrogance. it's almost endearing. "tanigaki is an honest and serious man" ok true! "so his first action upon learning that someone disagrees with him is murder" girl what? why would an honest person jump to murder? that's you! that's what YOU would have done, and what you're trying to do currently. like he's very observant and he can accurately tell the characters of other people, but because he can't empathize with someone unless he heavily projects on them, his natural intelligence is overcome by his arrogance, so he's unable to truly read people and predict their actions. which is something he's trying to do right now, in a pathetic attempt to mimic tsurumi btw, and failing terribly. "that much i'm certain of" just like you were certain that a whale dick was a pig lmao

[faofinn]

No.9 "Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days."

@whumptober-archive

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | "You're a liar."

Harrison hadn't long been back in the UK, slowly settling into life with Tai and Levi. Having a baby around was great, really, but it was a lot. Finn was still recovering too, and Harrison spent most of his time in the basement looking after him. He'd had some plans to update the place too, especially since they were expanding their medical side. 

Of course though, Fred always had work for him, and so he found himself in the middle of town in the small hours of the morning. He still wasn't used to the cold, his pacing doing nothing to help. Eventually, money was exchanged and he was good to go. He was grateful to crawl back into bed, immediately snuggling up to his boyfriend’s warmth. 

Fred was happy with the outcome, grateful for Harrison doing the legwork for him. He'd missed him, both as a colleague and a son, and he was glad he was back in the UK. He could tell Steve was too, and the way the other man paraded his grandson around was beyond adorable.

Steve had had Levi staying over the night before, Harrison not wanting to disturb him when he'd returned from the meet up. Tai had an early start planned, as much as Harrison protested his departure from their bed. After a little lie in, he decided to get breakfast. The small caf in town was still going, and he'd missed their sandwiches. 

It took a bit to drag himself out of bed, though the promise of bacon helped, but eventually he found himself on his way. It wasn't that far of a walk thankfully, his car not yet finished, and his coat was keeping him warm. He wasn't paying too much attention to his surroundings as he walked, just enjoying his time out, but a shout behind him pulled his attention. He glanced over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes. Two men, obviously carrying, and obviously looking for him. 

With his own hand on his hip, he stopped. "What do you want?"

"You. You need to come with us."

He laughed. "Yeah, not happening. Nice try. See you later." 

They pulled their gun. "We're not joking. You need to listen, make this easy for you."

"Oh, fuck off, will you? I want my breakfast."

“You’re coming with us. Now.”

"Try again another day, eh?" He kept walking. 

“I said now.” They said, grabbing his arm. 

Harrison pulled his arm back, reaching for his gun. The last thing he wanted was to draw a weapon in a populated area, but he didn't have a choice. 

“Now now, let’s not have any of that. Come with us, there’s no need for this to get ugly.”

"I don't know who you're after, but you've got the wrong guy." He smirked. "You've definitely picked the wrong guy to mess with."

“We know exactly who you are, and you’re coming with us. I’m sure the boss will be very happy to see you.”

"Don't think I'm going to go easily." He warned, a split second before swinging for the closest man.

The other men reacted quickly, punches thrown as they tried to subdue him. They’d not expected so much of a fight. 

He had warned them, and he had every intention of carrying it out, putting up as much of a fight as he could. 

As unprepared as they’d been for quite how much he was going to fight, they outnumbered him, one quickly countering his punch with their own whilst the others came at him from both sides. 

Harrison got in a few good shots before he was wrestled to the ground, a knee in his back. His cheek was grazed from the pavement, and the way they held his arms pulled at his shoulders. He swore at them, beyond pissed. 

“Yeah, yeah. All talk.” They teased, holding him down.

He turned to look at the one closest to him, spitting at his captor. "You're a cunt."

“Oh, shut up.” They smacked him, hard. 

Harrison breathed through the nausea it brought, closing his eyes. Tai was going to be beyond pissed at him for this, and he was genuinely upset about missing his breakfast. 

They hauled him to his feet, dragging him down the street to their van and shoving him inside unceremoniously, uncaring if they hurt him as they did it. 

His leg twisted as they threw him down, the plastic stabbing into skin. He let out a quiet groan, unable to stop himself.

They didn’t care, slamming the door hard before they drove off, keen to get him back as quickly as possible. 

"Yous are cunts, y’know that, right?" He muttered to the one staring at him. "If you've damaged my gun, I'll fucking shoot you with it."

“Hard to shoot with a broken gun.”

"Maybe I'll shove it where the sun don't shine then."

“You’re a mouthy one, aren’t you?”

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

“Stupid cunt.”

"You should be nicer when you talk about yourself."

“Beginning to wish I’d knocked you out.”

"Me too. You're a bit boring." He looked him up and down. "And you're not my type."

“Shut up, you cunt.”

"Hey, don’t be so mean." He laughed, taunting him. "We have feelings too, y'know?"

“Not interested in your feelings. Shut up before I shut you up.” He said roughly. The driving was even rougher, uncaring if they jerked him about, speeding and cornering hard. They pulled up where they’d agreed to meet their boss, with the promise of a big collar, someone who had been working against them for some time, and then dragged Harrison out onto the concrete. 

Harrison smirked. "Hope you brought your camera."

They aimed a solid kick to his ribs. “Shut up.”

"Aw, come on." He tried to hide how winded they'd made him. "It's gonna be a good show."

They didn't bother with a retort as the car pulled up, obviously who they'd been waiting for. Two very expensive shoes appeared out the driver's side, and he snorted. Whoever had picked him up was going to be in a world of trouble. 

"You owe me two bacon sarnies now." He said, only slightly joking.

.

Fred froze, turning away from his conversation as he fully focused on the figure on the floor. "Harrison?!"

"Told them they'd got it wrong." He explained. "Wouldn't listen. Think they've broken my gun and my leg."

The guard by him went pale, and Harrison felt some flare of satisfaction at it. Fred moved to his side quickly, crouching to unlock him."Are you hurt?

His eye was already starting to swell and bruise, blood trickling lazily from his nose. He'd had worse, so much worse, but he was currently more pressed that he was missing his breakfast. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled, and he looked up at Fred. 

"This is bullshit." 

Fred shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened."

"Oh? Maybe the dicks over there can fill you in." He grumbled. "I just wanted my breakfast."

“You’ll get your breakfast.” He murmured, straightening up. 

“What on earth is this? You better have a damn good reason for what you’ve done.”

"They're vegans." Harrison muttered from the floor. "Got something against the bacon."

"He's…he's someone else. He works for someone else, behind your back. We caught him."

“The people I’ve asked him to work for?”

"No." They took a step back. "With others."

“No, you’re not following. He’s always worked for me.”

"They're not on our roster."

Realisation dawned on Harrison. "They caught me when I was with Slug. After he, y’know, and you wanted it moved." He wasn't sure how much the others were allowed to know, especially since they'd decided that he was rogue.

“I’ll deal with this.” Fred said harshly. 

"And buy me breakfast?" Harrison was still on the floor, not trusting his prosthesis to weight bare. 

“Yeah, I’ll get you breakfast.” He muttered, before he turned on the guys who’d brought him in. “Do you realise the consequences of your actions?”

"We were just doing what was best. He's lying."

“No, he’s not. How many people saw you?”

"He is."

"A dog walker and two cars." Hars spoke up. "I remember their reg."

“Who else?” He demanded. 

Harrison's captors were struggling. "I don't know."

“You don’t know?”

"I don't know!"

“Fucking ridiculous.” He snapped. 

Harrison groaned from the floor. "Can you deal with them later? I need Steve to check this out."

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get you back.” Fred said, helping him up. He’d brought men with him, and snapped his fingers for them to deal with the men who’d grabbed Harrison. 

He tried taking a step, his prosthesis immediately giving out on him. He grabbed at Fred, swearing. 

Fred looped his arm around him. “Careful, I’ve got you.”

"They've fucked it. I can't believe it. I felt it when they hoyed me in the back." He grunted. "It was my new one."

“We’ll get it sorted.”

"You fucking better." He turned to glare at his attackers. "They fucking owe me breakfast, too. I want it out their paycheck."

[multicolour-ink]

Okay, so I'm watching a playthrough of Super Mario Galaxy 2, cause I can't play it myself, and I just got to the part where Luigi volunteers to help us.

I only just now remembered that in order for him to do that, Mario had to give Luigi his Luma, and stay behind on the Starship.

Just THINK of the implications of Mario finally getting a taste of what Luigi feels every time Mario goes on a solo adventure.

By getting a taste, do you mean Mario being left behind briefly on the Starship while Luigi goes off on his own?

If anything, Mario would be thrilled to see his brother going off and seeing the delights of space. I don't even think being left behind would cross his mind. At least he's getting a rest!

But yes, I understand what you are getting at. I don't think Mario would fully understand Luigi in this scenario, as he is only left behind briefly. Luigi would need to go on a full fledged adventure where Mario is not involved at all.

[dizzybevvie]

Feel free to ignore this!!! this is kinda like public journalling?? i dont wanna keep talking to my friends about it <3

[ineffable-gallimaufry]

i need to calm down and not think about homework for a moment. maybe i will set a thirty minute timer and have a nice glass of water and do something that can calm me down

[pizzopaps]

had a bad dream : )

[dykedvonte]

Do you have anything you've been thinking on but just haven't made a post about it yet? Also I'm really enjoying your fic!

I have a few things but it's likely mostly headcanons that I consider somewhat disconnected from my analysis.

Curly's parents had him old, only child, died shortly after he graduated and got the pony express position. It was the last big thing they saw him do which is a reason he stayed for so long.

Doesn't admit how much their death affected him

Jimmy has a largish family. One of the cases of too many kids to keep tract of, parent never really noticed any of them nor their behaviors

Anya lived in a lot of houses growing up, regular supportive family that just struggled to support themselves.

Became a nurse largely to avoid their financial struggles but mostly because she felt too many people weren't being cared for and advocated for in the world properly

Swansea likes high top sneakers most. Likes how snug they fit and how they shield his ankles at work

Curly has a bit of a caffeine problem since he can’t sleep. Can occasionally be found wandering the ship at “night” when he had some too late or just couldn’t sleep.

Daisuke knows a little about a lot of things. Starts conversations with “did you know” a lot but please don’t ask him deeper questions

Curly has known Jimmy longer but has worked with Anya and Swansea longer, met them during his middle years, met Jimmy shortly before college.

Swansea rents a house, Daisuke’s family lives in a big nice apartment, Curly has a condo, Anya live in a small one bedroom apartment and Jimmy has a studio.

Curly's home is very disconcerting. It's too normal to a like uncanny degree.

Anya is ambidextrous but prefers her left.

Anya and Curly are both not native English speakers so occasionally they forget words and bond over the mutual mocking they get from the rest of the crew. Daisuke knows some Japanese but is still learning, never picked it up as a kid

Only Swansea and Daisuke know how to drive, Earth in my mind is very post capitalist so only older people and like the extremely wealthy can afford cars.

It's also like walkable just due to how many businesses are in your face. Probably strict living vs shopping districts

I have more but the way that I headcanon about them is like too long.

[cupuacu]

hm. was watching youtube shorts that mentioned pain and some guy in the comments went on about how Well Actually men can stand more pain than women because yadayadayada first of all kill yourself second of all KILL YOURSELF third of all pain is subjective

[fingertipsmp3]

That ‘is this UK uni accommodation or a Swedish prison’ game is so funny but also so depressing

[mirmidones]

>:( 🍆

[urfriendlywriter]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

(Before proceeding further, these are all "in my opinion" what I think would make it better. Apply parts of the advice you like and neglect the aspects you do not agree with it. Once again I'm not saying you have to follow a certain type of style to write smut! Creative freedom exists for a reason!)

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally. (Here is me an year after writing this post, i think, either is amazing, depending on the context. the type of book you're writing, your writing style and preferences!)

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

(edit: once again, hi, it's me. Either is amazing depending on ur writing style. Everything at the end is about taste.)

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adverbs to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more:

gesture that gets me on my knees !!

(more to comeee, check out my hot or kisses prompts on my master list!)

[squorttle-pox]

i mean. because he's in love with him and blitzø is unequipped to move past his trauma and realize he has worth so he refuses to allow himself to have real desires and buries any emotions that are too deep to be played off for laughs and because he has major fear of rejection (because he assumes everyone would reject him because why would someone want him) he purposefully doesn't acknowledge his feelings for stolas as anything more than sexual and it feels "right" for him that someone from a higher class would use him for his body so it's the only way he would properly accept being around stolas at all so stolas had to make do with however blitzø would let them be together and we all saw how well that worked out :/ also because i agree, blitzø has never left anyone sexually unsatisfied have you SEEN HIM DO ANYTHING EVER

I refuse to believe that Stolas in unsatisfied with Blitz's performance in bed