#there are just certain parts that i'm like. kind of worried about but whatever ig lol

[that-was-anticlimactic]

before the falling and decay

written [late] for day five of @jjkgenweek: grief/loss

“How are you coping?”

Nobara didn’t know why she asked. It’s not like anything they said would help her cope, anyway.

But Todo’s forced smile fell and Inumaki snorted.

“Fish flakes.”

“We aren't.”

[or, nobara wakes up after shibuya and recovers with inumaki, todo, and shoko]

🍂8,228 words | kugisaki & inumaki & todo-friendship🍂

[sanderssidesthehouse]

intruality ship bingo?

You are speaking my language.

Do you know how many Intruality WIPs I have? These two do not let me sleep.

Just want to address the mark I put in "Toxic (affectionate)" before we go any further. Morality kind of... did that to 'Dark' Creativity/Intrusive Thoughts (unless there's something else going on we don't know about yet???). Pretty messed up tbh. Not that I mind. It's just something to consider.

So other than that I think they would have a lot in common. They are both full of whimsy (yes, I'm calling what Remus has going on whimsy). They both kind of project a certain part of their personality to cover up other pieces (in my opinion/hc/whatever). They WOULD be good for each other. Patton needs to loosen up, and Remus needs love and attention. They would both be soooo clingy like physically and emotionally and why shouldn't they get someone who matches their freak? Plus Remus is going to think Patton's froggy traits are sick as hell (bc they are!!!) and I think he needs someone who appreciates ALL of him.

Now of course, Patton might have to chill tf out first. Or maybe hanging out with Remus would help him chill tf out. Even if he just got desensitized he might gain the ability to say "Wild, anyway-" in response to Remus being Remus. Remus also might have to chill tf out, like I'm not going to act like that's all on Patton. Remus does also very much need to chill. But that will come with being acknowledged and listened to, he's been locked in the basement for however many years, being weird about literally everything is kind of understandable.

I think at the very least they need to be friends. The potential of reactions from the others to them literally just hanging out could be absolutely hilarious. Or angsty. My two favorite things. But can you imagine the unhinged ideas the two of them would come up with?

PLUS!!! I just thought of this, but you know how Patton likes to make up games that are overly complicated and Remus loves to make Rube Goldberg machines? They are complicated chaos buddies. They would literally have so much fun. Put them in a room with a few thousand dominoes. I want to see what happens.

Usually when I write Remus in a relationship I write him as an absolute simp regardless, and I think that holds true here. He's just so unabashedly 100% about things, but I could also see him being a bit shy- and hear me out- bc it's something that actually matters to him, right up there with being listened to by Thomas, and he doesn't want to fuck it up. He's not the romantic side like Roman, and I think he probably can't help but compare himself, especially in this context, and he knows it. This isn't his strong suit (insert birthday suit joke here). You could make this or literally any Remus ship soooo angsty if you wanted. And I do bc I'm evil, actually.

And Patton at this point I think would also be worried about fucking up relationships bc... Um... Well, you know. We all saw that episode. But one of his needs, and in his case I do mean need rather than want, is to love. C!Thomas is a lover, Patton is that particular piece of him. It's actually his job to dish out affection, and idk how willing everyone else is going to be to receive it rn.

But anyway wouldn't that be fun if both of them are desperate for acknowledgement and affection but both so terrified of fucking up a relationship, of fucking up something that actually matters, of breaking something that can't be repaired. Or you could be normal about ig.

I'm trying not to make these too long, so I'll end it there. As always, feel free to add or ask questions or whatever else. I do not bite, I prommy. Love y'all, bye!

[sugaglos]

in my experience marginalized people with "disgusting fetishes" sharing them online are usually not the ones doing messed up thing irl. the people you should be worrying about are the seemingly well-adjusted "normal" people, because that's usually in this category that you find truly messed up individuals. even people that ARE into actually problematic stuff and talk about it online are RARELY the perpretrators of those actions, they're often victims that are trying to cope with trauma. do you see where i'm getting at? saying that marginalized people should all be eradicated because they seem sick to you because of shit they post online is absolute bullshit. it's like people saying that a very small group of people identifying as animals or trans or whatever is what is causing the downfall of society. it's not. i assure you mentally ill people existing in their own space is not the main issue at hand, no matter how uncomfortable they make you. again, do you truly work with lilith?

Yes, but so many people live double lives and no one will ever know, even the closest people - Chandler Halderson being one example who seemed like a "normal" person but was living a double life and was totally fucked up in the head(but this case wasn't about fetishes, but an extreme one to show that "normal" people are not normal). But, there was another one where a father had a disgusting fetish and kept it a secret and his minor son found evidence of it and the father killed him. Also, there is all known Lota Volkova who on IG is publicly posting child abusing photos and dates people who support this kind of actions. She is disturbed both in private and on social media. She has long put her IG on private after the Balenciaga scandal since she's a part of it. Her friends are not better. 4chan, the website, is full of disgusting fetishists and messed up people in general who talk about it out loud and engage in these actions.

If you think sick fetishes are good coping mechanisms then idk what to tell you to not offend you. All these people need is waaay better help than doing sth thst could have the risk of repeating a cycle, imo.

Okay, let's assume I'm a white person and I identify as black or any other race (and no I would not have relatives other than white one), would that make sense to you? I'm referign to identifying as an animal. Without agrressions, give me a reply. The problem with identifying and why people don't like it is because of them pushing this "you gotta accept this/that whether you like it or not or I'll cancel you/ruin your life; you gotta respect everything!!! about me even if I don't respect you" narritive and people who don't agree push back. People have different pov, it's always been like that. You can't be liked and you needs cannot be met by everyone, it's not possible. So instead of calling everyone who isn't being aggressive or disagrees with your pov a transphobe(which is a fear not hate), just accept that people won't always agree with you. And usually these type of groups work based on fear, because the moment one of their group members will show doubt about the ideology that the group is aggressivelly pushing, the rest will eat them without salt (like feminism and certain things I've seen on tumblr).

Yes, she has helped me in many, many ways. She's a mentor of mine.

[nostxlgia18]

Try Me!

Part 1 part 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill × wife/actress!reader

Summary: You are supposed to interview for a new movie but you get easily distracted by a certain someone.

Warning: none, fluff ig, pregnant reader

"Hey" you hugged Graham backstage, the show was about to air in 45 minutes and well you reached way too early

"I didn't expect you to be early!" Graham exclaimed pulling back from the hug

"Oh I'm sorry, Got done with a doctor's appointment early. Don't worry you go do your thing, I'll wait here for Henry." You got comfortable on the couch

"Are you sure?" you nodded in response "Okay then, call me if you need anything ma'am" Graham chuckled

"Yes kind sir" you replied grinning

30 mins passed with you calling your mom and henry's mom giving them updates about the appointment

There was a knock on the green room door

"Yess!" you asked

Henry peeped in to see if it was you

"Ahh finally!" you exclaimed looking at your beloved husband's face

"I'm sorry, the traffic was crazy" Henry huffed and entered the room

That's when your eyes fell on his outfit, a suit with black shirt and pants and a navy blue jacket.

Damn he looked fine as hell, making your pregnancy hormones go absolutely crazy. You clenched your thighs tightly together

You heard someone clear their throat and that got you out of eye rapping your husband

Your cheeks flushed as you realized Henry caught all your actions

"You okay sweetheart?" Henry smirked

"Uh huh" you cleared your throat, got up from your seat and walked up to him.

"It's just that, you look handsome" you placed your hands on his chest, biting your lower lip

You heard Henry groan and he pulled you to him by your waist

"So....?" you suggested looking him in the eye

"As much as I want this, I'll have to say NO. We have a show in like 10 minutes love" Henry denied, he just admired how beautiful you looked in the dress with the baby bump.

"Please!!" you whined giving him the best pout you could

"Don't pout baby, I'm all yours once we get home." Henry grinned

"There is still time Hen! We will finish quick...please please please" you whined

"Y/n!" Henry warned you, before you could reply there was a knock on the door, "Mr and Mrs Cavill, we are ready for you" someone yelled from the other side of the door.

With a "hmpf" you left the room, you could swear you heard Henry groan before leaving.

.

The interview went great, Graham asked about the movie and talked to you about the pregnancy and the baby.

You made sure to keep your hand on Henry's thigh every chance you got and smirk everytime

During a commercial break Henry leaned to you and whispered "Stop, whatever your doing or you will have consequences" in your ear and managed to bite on your earlobe lightly without anyone noticing

"Try me" you whispered back slightly sliding your hand up his thigh a little close to his crotch

Henry suppressed a groan whilst biting his lower lip and shot you a look which only meant one thing

'It's going to be a very long night' !

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[suganovakawa]

i have been holding this idea to myself for an entire MONTH AHAHA but here we are , i’m a big gorl now and i really wanted to share the angst — along with finally starting a blog on tumblr . so yeah ! i’m new , pls be kind to me , i have food 👉🏼👈🏼 i hope you enjoy my first story !

𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem! reader

GENRE : angst , romance

TRIGGERS : bits of cursing here n there , ig ?

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

[ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 .

the beginning of a storm ; why was tooru at seijoh so late ?

word count : 1.9k .

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SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀"tooru? i've tried calling you for almost an hour now... what are you still doing here?" the janitor had allowed you an entrance inside seijoh, your light jacket pressed against your body as you scuffled through the gym doors, your tongue clicking as you eyed a certain brunette captain serving his god-knows-how-many time of deadly top-spin serves.

⠀his eyes darted in your direction the moment your voice filled the echoey gym walls, your concerned tone ringing back and forth as his brown irises glared at you through narrow eyelids. a nervous lump grew in your throat, your stomach understanding the regret in the decision you made. oikawa was in one of his moods again; you should've known better than to barge in during his serving practice.

⠀still, even with your boyfriend acting the way he was - without saying a single word - there was no use in just leaving aoba johsai as quickly as you arrived. you came to check on tooru, and that was exactly what you were going to do. "it's late, tooru. we still have school tomorrow! you need your rest, please give yourself a break, it'll do more harm than good for you."

⠀"you say that every time, y/n." oikawa rolled his eyes as he bent down to grab a nearby volleyball rolling at his feet, palming it in his right hand and pointing it at the net. his focus was intent - you knew exactly what he was doing. for the past couple of weeks, the captain focused his practice on serving, locking in and applying all of his power to one spot on the court only. it was a feat not many could accomplish, but tooru was scarily coming close to mastering such a challenge. it required extra practice, of course, but certainly not to this extent.

⠀"as your girlfriend and as the manager of the aoba johsai volleyball team, i'm worried about you, you know?" taking a deep, brave breath, you stepped further into the gym, your footsteps creating more echoes for the two of you to listen to as you approached the sweat-covered third year, who had paused his serving practice to watch you come to him. his lips were pursed - and not in a way that sent your heart aflutter. oikawa hated when you disturbed him and tried talking him out of practicing; he'd give any reason and excuse to avoid it.

⠀"just one more serve, alright? then you can drag me out, whatever. i don't really want to listen to your self-health lectures right now." his free hand rested on his hips, the volleyball now resting between his waist and underneath his arm, interrupting you as your mouth opened to say something more. you had grown accustomed to tooru's mood swings as time went on; he didn't mean much by it, and you understood his position. his passion towards the sport was what originally captivated you towards the captain in the first place. you weren't exactly part of his fanclub, per se, but you sure as hell were close enough as a member. the only difference between you and the other girls was that you were lucky enough to snag the job as the volleyball club manager.

⠀"one serve, tooru." your arms crossed as you bit back his nasty glare with one of your own. most of the time, it worked. "push your luck and i'll call iwaizumi here to drag you out of the gym himself." you and hajime were always a tag team whenever it came to putting an iron fist down on tooru, though the stubborn male usually only listened to iwa, since he was the one who packed a nasty punch. oikawa did listen to you occasionally, just not as much as you would've liked.

⠀he rolled his eyes and turned away from you in place of a reply, holding the ball out in front of him. he was silent, and so were you. this was his routine for practice, all of his dirty talk could wait for the matches. you moved to his sports bag, sighing to yourself as you saw his cellphone plopped on top of his club jacket like a cherry on top. he must've had his ringer off, which would explain why he didn't pick up any of your calls. crossing your arms lightly over your chest, you watched with intent eyes as your boyfriend tossed his ball into the air, his gaze directly focused on nothing else but the flying object. he began his standard approach, your breath held as the gym exploded with the sound of his palm coming in contact with the volleyball. your eyes could hardly follow its path; you blinked once, and the ball was already bouncing against the wall.

⠀"damn, another fluke." you were about to compliment tooru's killer serve before you listened to him reprimand himself - you could tell this wasn't the first time he scolded himself for a mistake only he could identify. you noticed him walking to grab another ball, but you ran out to him, kicking his targeted ball out of reach before looking up at him and pressing a finger to his chest lightly.

⠀"enough, tooru. you promised me only one more serve. you've done that already, pack up so we can leave already. you have tomorrow to continue."

⠀"what the hell, y/n? i was just going to-"

⠀you knew him way too well to believe his next lie. "don't even try and say you were going to start picking up volleyballs. i see that look in your eyes, as clear as a cloudless day. you were intent on serving again, tooru; you can't lie to me. you-"

⠀"could you just stop already? who are you, my mother?" he clenched his jaw as he swatted your finger away from his chest, storming away from you as he bent down to pick up another ball, just right behind the boundary line. "i know you care, y/n. you make that very clear. but i can take care of myself, okay? just go home."

⠀"tooru-"

⠀"go, y/n."

⠀oh hell no you weren't.

⠀not without him leaving too.

⠀you turned the corner and pretended to leave seijoh, your face faking its exasperation. leaning against the wall right outside of the gym doors, you reached into your front pocket, your phone warm in your hand. unlocking the screen and searching through your contacts, you tapped the call button for the one person that had the ability to drag oikawa out of the gymnasium.

⠀"hello?"

⠀"iwa! thank goodness you answered."

⠀"it's so late, y/n. do you need help burying a body or something?"

⠀"i wish. i hope this isn't too much to ask, but could you please come to seijoh? tooru refuses to stop practicing, and he won't listen to me."

⠀"god, again?" a sigh could be heard from the other line. "yeah, i'll be right there. open the door for me, will you?"

⠀"thank you so much, iwa. i'll be at the door."

⠀you hung up the call, your eyes gazing at the doors as you waited for your friend to appear. you bit down on the side of your cheek and listened to every sound of contact tooru made with every serve. nothing could get him out of his moods - at least, not anything verbal. you'd need physical force to actually get him to step out of the gym doors. hence, why you needed hajime here.

⠀you heard a knock at the door a few minutes later, and you just about sprinted, a gracious smile stretched upon your lips as you allowed iwaizumi into the school. he looked like he rolled out of bed, his mouth in his natrual scowl. when his eyes laid upon you, his glare softened when he looked at your smile. "alright, where is he?"

⠀"in the gym, where he always is."

⠀"allow me." rolling up his own sleeves, the spiky-haired ace marched through the gym doors with you in line behind him, peering over him to look at oikawa's face the moment he was in the setter's line of vision.

⠀"oh, it's iwa. i'm not surprised, y/n is too stubborn to listen to me."

⠀"you're one to talk, shittykawa. don't you know what time it is?" taking out his phone and shaking it to make a point, he wasted no time in walking towards the brunette. you were nervous; usually oikawa would falter at the sight of hajime alone, but tonight seemed to be different. instead of giving in, he merely gave his new company a dirty glare. "go home already. it's late, we have school tomorrow, and the playoffs are soon. you're just going to tire yourself out, and i'll beat your ass if we don't face the other teams at our best." he then chuckled. "i've pulled you out of here myself multiple times, don't think i won't do it again."

⠀oikawa turned his icy stare at you, before glancing back at hajime with a bored yawn. "fine, fine," he retorted, throwing his calloused hands up in mock surrender, "you win, y/n. happy? i'm leaving the gym now, so don't be any more pushy than you have been tonight. it's giving me a headache."

⠀those words hurt more than you thought they would, tooru antagonizing the fact that you were only trying to care for him. your eyes rested at your feet, letting your hair rest in front of your face as you listened to tooru's volleyball shoes walk across the gym. you could hear iwa's as well; the two of them were picking up the volleyballs around the court, but your legs were in no position to help, not with how fragile they felt.

⠀you looked up on time to see oikawa slinging his bag over his shoulder, his nasty little glare plastered all over his face as he began to walk out of the gym. "goodnight," was the only thing he muttered as he brushed against your shoulder with his own on his way out. your head whirled around as you watched your boyfriend walk away without another word. you didn't have it in you to reply.

⠀"are you sure you two are in a relationship?" you jumped at iwa's voice, just noticing him standing beside you. "he didn't even bother asking to drive you home. some boyfriend he is."

⠀"ah, don't be like that, iwa." you forced yourself to laugh at the situation in a desperate attempt to make light of it, but the effort was futile, and utterly pathetic. "tooru's a good boyfriend! he just gets in his moods sometimes, but it happens to the best of us. nothing i can't handle. after a good night's rest, i'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

⠀"i hope you're right." he turned to face you, peering down at you before placing both of his hands in his pockets. "do you need a ride home? i know you live close by, but it's gotten colder now, and we can't have our manager catching a cold on us."

⠀this time a real laugh left your system, shrugging your shoulders as you looked to the outside, before back at hajime. he looked pretty serious, despite looking fatigued. "are you sure, iwa? i don't want to bother you with it."

⠀"nonsense." he shook his head. "since your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you, i'll just drive you home tonight. okay?"

⠀your heart dropped at his words.

⠀your boyfriend couldn't do his job in taking care of you.

⠀"... yeah, okay."

a / n : JFJSJFJFJF i wrote just a wee bit much , usually i’ll aim for around 1k , maybe a lil less on lazy days . anywho ! ty for reading , i hope you enjoyed part one 🥺