#these will mever change

[thewrongblues]

two constants in man city games

1. kovacic giving me a headache

2. ruben having his shorts so high up they may as well be thongs

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

In the community movie, they should mention that Abed's saw analysis is now at least 4 hours long because of the new movies in the franchise. Like Troy should just casually mention how he spent a whole afternoon just listening to Abed talk about saw

[biohazard-inevitable]

Hair

They say that hair holds stories, that the style is what makes a man.

They say long locks make you a pansy and a real man should have it short lest they be mistaken for a girl.

Where I grew up, every man buzzed their hair down.

It was a shame for it to be long and shaggy, and mothers would fuss over you, insisting upon a haircut.

For girls, it was fine.

They could have hair as long as they wanted or as short as they needed, so long as it wasnt buzzed as short as a man’s.

Being anything else just wasn’t a thing round these parts where churches chimed every sunday, pastors clammoring around resturants and filling their quotas in a single lunch.

So I buzzed mine.

I tried as hard as I could to seem as manly as possible

To appear as bull of a brute as any cowboy should.

I wore all the boy things and had all the short boy hair.

My scalp was sensitive anyways, so I thought it didn’t bother me.

It was better shorter.

Wasnt it?

I still gazed and clammored about the anime boys I saw on screen or in Otome games though.

I gushed about how pretty they were with hair down their backs like a silken curtain, or whipping wild through the air like the mane of a lion.

Legolas was never deemed as not manly enough

Beither was Zen or inuyasha or the undertaker.

A crush, I supposed.

Because of course thats all it was.

I was a gay little boy with gay little crushes and my type was men with long, Beautiful hair.

Right?

My hair was a dull, discolored brown from the shimmering blonde it used to be, the blonde I remember from kindergarten.

I tried to return to that blonde with bleach.

My school didnt allow unnatural colors, so anything was better than that matted, oily brown.

Shaved short and as platinum as a ken doll, I should have been as man as ever.

4 years, I stayed like that, and while the short hair was easy to take care of, I felt as hideous as a pile of sludge.

It didnt matter if I was loved for my looks, I supposed.

Wouldn’t that be too vain of me?

Boys weren’t supposed to care about what they looked like, they werent supposed to coo and admire Beautiful hair or seethe in jealousy that their sister looked so much better and has such long, goregous hair.

It wasn’t until after high school that I began to explore.

Covid let me grow my hair out more, though I still trimmed the sides.

I let my bangs grow long and shaggy over my face, like a veil to hide me from the world.

Eventually I dyed it again, this time going with that green I had always wanted to try, the one I had seen on my favorite youtuber growing up, fluffy and emerald.

Still, for years more, I kept it short. Only allowing that fringe to hover over me as some sort of style.

Recently though, I’ve realized I want that hair that those anime men had.

I want that soft curtain rolling down my back like waves of an ebony river, flecks of mossy green dotting it like a miasma of toxin flowing through the oily black stream.

I want the hair like the ring girl

The people around me are foolish and prudent to think the length of ones hair makes you more or less of a man.

I know that now, and I’m glad I do.

I want to stop pretending not to like things

[wavetapper]

maybe i will play that new furry game

[majoringinsarcasm]

This is purely my own headcanon but I truly am a “if NRMT were to be canon and it’s not and I hope it never is bc I don’t trust capcom or like most ppl who I find annoying who also like these two” but Miles confesses first in my as close to canon as possible brain. He went on a year long death journey and his words to Phoenix at the end of JFA about how he helped him and all that shit. COMBINED with the utter and total surprise of Phoenix “I trust him?” Wright. Like yes that was his childhood friend who he wanted to help and he DID but that guy wouldn’t know romantic feelings for Edgeworth unless the man hit him with his car and proposed afterward.

Miles truly is fell first, fell so hard he broke a bone, spends another decade doing his job that I have many feelings about, helps get Phoenix’s badge back, another year of being back in LA. And then confesses.

I love romantic Phoenix as a concept but that man is so. He has very specific ideas of people and the placement of them in his life he probably doesn’t see Miles as a romantic option and just does not open that door. It’s probably there. But it’s all being filtered through strained friendship and he just doesn’t notice what stuff goes into the romantic love door and what goes into the regular friendship door. So when Miles confesses he needs a week to open the door and unpack all the shit he just did not process to even sort out if he feels the same. And then if he does how the fuck does he handle it.

But yeah Miles Confesses First I don’t write you all the time but know you’re the truth in my heart

[feyd-meowtha]

I could not care less about Wicked

[liliallowed]

grace loving robots with personality is true Tumblr culture.

people? blegh.

people bonding over fictional characters? hell yeah!

I need to inform grace about transformers.

I want to chat about a hypothetical personality.

to her it's ART! GRACE IS AN ARTIST.

she doesn't just make mechines she gives them the space to decide what they wanna be.

like I love grace. it's not that she doesn't care about humanity. it's not that there's anything wrong she's in her element.

idk she's definitely autism coded and like... I can't fault her? sure she can be negligent and irresponsible but she takes accountability.

so should I as a neurodivergent person.

but to say her love and passion for mechine is creepy? stfu. can't u see the sparkle in her eyes? the sheer joy? the frustration the SOUL of her hard work?

it's like me and my dusttale aus.

why focus on something so niche with "your talent"

well? fuck you! if grave gives self awareness to construction machines then I WILL MAKE A Mona Lisa of dusttale.

fuk u I do wut I want

[orionis13]

Do u think my teacher will notice if I make the erik a butch lesbian in this phantom of the opera piece im doing for class bc i dont think he will i think i can get away with it

[stealchain]

scrapped the brick path i was making 😭😭😭 working on pastel rainbow pavers instead

[naenaex0xx]

Beginning to crawl out of my hole‼️

[neuralpathway]

WHEN do I get to go to bed EARLY ,!!!!

[cheddar-cheese-enthusiast]

Defending Aziraphale cause I KNOW y’all are gonna come for him:

1. a lot of people say that him deciding to go back to heaven is a character regression and doesn’t make sense- but it does! aziraphale has 6000+ years of repressed trauma from doing what heaven tells him! and even if he does seem to be taking steps forward (shades of gray), he never fully takes that big leap away from heaven (very LIGHT shades of gray). you can’t just recover from it!

2. also, we never actually see him get over the demons bad angels good thing. crowley is the only exception to this rule, in his eyes. he still views the Fall as a bad thing, which is why he wants them to be angels together!

3. people are also saying that it’s crazy ineffable bureaucracy got together so fast without too much internal conflict, unlike the (now divorced) husbands. but it makes sense because GABRIEL AND BEELZEBUB RAN THE SYSTEM. AND CROWLEY WAS CLEARLY A HIGH RANKING ANGEL WHO FELL VERY EARLY ON, MAKING HIM VERY DISILLUSIONED WITH THE SYSTEM. aziraphale mever got that chance- he was a lower ranking angel that was beaten down by this system, and as such doesn’t see that it’s the system that’s corrupt, not just the angels within. he still believes that heaven is a GOOD place filled with BAD angels, because he has literally never had the chance to learn otherwise.

and this is why it narratively makes perfect sense for him to become the supreme archangel- he’ll finally be able to see that the idea of heaven is corrupt because he’ll be in charge of it!

4. aziracrow have also been shown to be a direct parallel to nina and maggie. in the last episode, nina says that they’re not ready for a relationship because she just left her incredibly toxic and abusive partner. aziraphale and nina are in very similar situations! he literally just left heaven, which was incredibly toxic and abusive, and might not be ready for a relationship with crowley yet! however, unlike nina, he doesn’t fully believe that his previous situation was toxic, so he goes back- because he hasn’t seen enough to understand!

5. he clearly wants to FIX the system, not just be a part of it, because he is intrinsically such a selfless being. he still hasn’t learned to put what he actually wants before what he thinks everybody needs yet, because, again, he doesn’t understand how heaven works!

in conclusion i love aziraphale and i haven’t slept because i’ve been thinking about the finale so lmk if this doesn’t make sense but i will not be changing my thoughts about aziraphale

ALSO KEEP REWATCHING GOOD OMENS WE NEED SEASON 3

[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! Would you like to do a part 2 of "I'd Mever Do That to Ypu" (Jess Mariano)? Maybe the first time they visit Stars Hollow and readar meets Luke, Lorelai and Rory? It's okay if you don't, I just really love your writing!

Thank you so much for everything you write <3

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After confessing your feelings to each other, Jess was desperate to take you to Stars Hollow. He wanted you to see the little town and he wanted to introduce you to Luke, knowing that his Uncle would love you straight away. And he was right. The moment you walked into the diner, you were greeted by a tall man, wearing a baseball cap and a flannel shirt embracing you in a bear hug.

‘You must be (Y/N),’ he said, pulling back from the hug and smiling at you.

‘(Y/N), this is my Uncle Luke,’ Jess introduced, taking one of your hands in his.

‘It’s nice to meet you, sir,’ you said.

‘I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call you sir,’ a tall, dark-haired woman said, getting up from her table and walking over to you, wrapping one arm around Luke and holding her hand out to you. ‘I’m Lorelai.’

‘Nice to meet you,’ you replied, reaching out to shake her hand.

‘Come and sit down, you want a coffee, hun?’ Lorelai offered, walking behind the counter and grabbing a mug and the coffee pot.

‘Get out from there,’ Luke said, walking over to Lorelai and pulling her back around the counter.

‘She doesn’t work here?’ you asked, leaning into Jess slightly.

‘No, she’s dating Luke,’ Jess explained, leading you over to the table where Lorelai had been sitting on her own. Taking your seats, Lorelai filled three mugs with coffee before sitting back down and talking at a breakneck speed, wanting to know everything about it. It was when she mentioned Rory that you felt yourself go cold.

‘You know Rory?’ you asked politely, taking a sip of your coffee.

‘Well, I’d hope so, she’s my daughter,’ Lorelai joked and you gave a weak laugh in response. ‘Why? Do you know her?’

‘(Y/N) and Rory briefly saw each other at the open house in Philadelphia,’ Jess explained. You managed to make it through the rest of the afternoon, talking to Lorelai as if nothing was wrong before you and Jess decided to call it a day and head to the apartment above the diner (Luke having offered it to you both while he stayed at Lorelai’s).

‘Are you okay?’ Jess asked after gently closing the door behind him.

‘So, this is where you lived?’ you started, looking around the small apartment, trying to change the subject.

‘Don’t change the subject,’ Jess said, seeing right through you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close. You sighed before leaning your forehead on his chest.

‘I just hate the way she treated you,’ you said, your voice muffled by his t-shirt. ‘She led you on and I know you said that you don’t have feelings for her anymore, and I believe you, but she was the first girl you loved and she ruined it. You know I won’t do that right?’ you asked, moving your head to look at time.

‘Do you know what Luke said to me earlier while you were talking to Lorelai?’ Jess asked softly, bringing his hands up to gently cup your face. ‘He said that you’re good for me. That he can see how happy I am when I’m with you. And I agree with him. That’s all that matters, right?’

You couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach at his words and you smiled up at him, reaching on your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

‘Right.’

[n0cturnalp1g]

You Right

Summary: A Dinner, a throne, and a traumatized middle child. Characters: Modern!Otto Hightower x Female!Targaryen!Reader. Viserys Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Helaena Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen. Word Count: 1,725 Chapter Warnings: Not Edited. Mention of Oral Sex (F! receiving). Handjob. Unhinged. Crack post at this point. Being caught (sort of). Traumatized Daemon (we love to see that)

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“Ever since you’ve started dating that mystery man, you don’t have any more time for us.”

Otto tried his best to keep his emotions in check. Aegon was a disappointment when it came to the family business but when he wants to be intuitive–he could and he would be, for as long as it will benefit him.

“I’m not dating anyone, Aegon.” You brushed off Aegon’s words as you continued on with your dinner. Eyes meeting the young man’s own.

It truly made Otto wonder how easy it was for you to lie about something so obvious. He wasn't some man you were exclusively dating, you two were yet to truly pass describing what you were both doing at this point.

You two were fucking. In every sense of the word and in every room in either of your apartments. But this wasn't much of a relationship just yet.

You know it. He knows it. It was just how either of you would deal with hiding it from everyone else.

Otto's patience was growing thin, his control was growing even thinner at this point. Deny it as much as you like but the evidence was all there for everyone to see and for Otto to be well aware was his doing.

The messed up lipstick you tried and failed to fix before you arrived separately to the Family home, the hickeys growing darker around your neck and collarbones, and that dazed and almost drunken look in your violet eyes. You were fucked thoroughly and with the vigor that Otto mever thought he still had.

“The hickeys say otherwise, Auntie.”

Both you and Alicent were quick to admonish Aemond’s words. Aegon was thoroughly enjoying being right. Helaena, well, his sweet granddaughter was just enjoying being in this chaos for once instead of deep in her books. Viserys, on the other hand, looked like he swallowed rot from the look of discomfort in his face. It wasn’t something he needed to know even as to how old the brother-sister duo was.

Otto was lucky that Daemon wasn’t in the vicinity or it would mean Otto’s execution if it was. Try as you might, Daemon Targaryen could see right through you and whatever lie you might spew from your lips. But then again, Otto was certain that Daemon would rather be caught dead in the same room as him if he could avoid it.

“I think it’s quite lovely that she is finally seeing someone.” Alicent was finally calm enough to acknowledge what was the apparent elephant in the room.

“Can we all not talk about my sex life?” You muttered, and for once Otto was seeing a different side of you. The blush. The warm tint on your skin was such a different sight that refreshed Otto since he had first met you.

Always so confident and always so arrogant in whatever you may say or do. Seeing you like this was his own undoing. A side of you that he was yet to explore and he was uncertain if you would ever allow for him to know.

“I still think it was a waste that you didn’t end up with one of the Lannister twins.” Viserys’ words earned a mixed reaction from everyone at the table.

Disgust from Alicent and yourself, disbelief from the brothers, and confusion from Helaena that didn’t know much about the history or the reputation that precedes the Lannisters.

“I’d rather slit my throat than ever find myself involved with either of those cunts.”

Otto raised his brows, curious with the history behind you and Tywin and Jason Lannister. It was known you and the twins were once close at one point in your life before it changed and you would refuse to have anything to do with anyone that bore the Lannister name or business.

An awkward silence had fall onto the dinner table before Otto took it at his opportunity to talk business with Viserys. A new merger that was happening with the Velaryon’s in the coming months. It was a welcome distraction that was welcomed by everyone, especially the owner of the heeled foot that was currently sliding against his own leg under the table.

Otto tried his best to keep himself composed. Tried his best to keep himself unfazed from the torture that you were somehow more than willing to inflict on him in the middle of dinner and your shared family for that matter.

“A visit to Driftmark would be a good way of showing our intentions with the Velaryons.” Viserys pointed out after a moment.

“I can join Otto to Driftmark, it’s been a long time since I’ve last seen Rhaenys too, a good way to ensure the merger turns out good.” You volunteer eyes turned to Otto challenging him to protest.

But Otto wasn’t about to protest, he didn’t have the heart nor the control in refusing your suggestion. You were right, you would be a good addition to the merger talks with the Velaryons. What was even better was how he would be avoiding anyone catching them in a compromising situation–more than they already were in their current circumstance.

“Can I trust the two of you to handle this?” Viserys inquired.

“Of course.” You were quick to respond, not waiting for Otto to voice his hesitation. “I’ll make sure to give Rhaenys a good word.” You added turning to Otto and sharing a knowing look with the man.

More than a good word it seems.

That was how Otto found himself back in your apartment instead of his own after dinner. Laid bare on your plush bed filled to the brim with pillows and a couple of stuffed toys. But the most daunting thing about this current predicament was you.

You who sat coyly on his face like you owned it–like his face was your throne. It was, for all intents and purposes it was. The sight of you in nothing but the green lace bustier top you’ve teased him all night, your freshly shaved lips, and the moans that accompanied your grinding against his mouth and his nose.

He was in heaven and he didn’t want it any other way.

“Darling.” You purred, breathless now as your shaking hands held onto the headboard of your bed for support.

From his point of view under you, you were the goddess incarnate. You supple skin was freshly cared for with your strawberry body wash and lotion but it only intensified his senses as the light sheen of sweat that clung to your skin. His mouth was rapid at the sight of it, of your control over him.

He had done anything and everything imaginable to be in the position he was right now, and now he finds himself stumbling at the mere presence of you. The only exception to the many rules he had placed upon himself throughout the years.

When it was all about power and control, the way that was always taught to him, here he was. Giving his power and control over to you, the most dangerous of the Targaryen Trio and he definitely didn’t want it any other way.

“Make me cum, Daddy.” You whimpered, grinding further into him.

He consumed you with all of his might and with all of the strength he still got in himself. His hands gripped your naked butt, fingers digging into the naked flesh as he pulled you down further into him, allowing him to consume you in his own pace.

“I–I’m close.” You gasped now.

Otto took it as a sign to eat you further with gusto. Your shaky hand immediately found their way towards his member, rubbing him gently following the tempo of his own movement. His tongue lapping you to chase his own high now.

But in the midst of the euphoria, the sound of the door creaking had his still and you shoving yourself further as your movement halted and screamed more in annoyance than surprise for the intruder.

“Get the fuck out, Daemon!”

At the sound of the door slammed closed, he felt himself soften and the realization of his life fucked up now all thanks to you, smothering him now to the point of death. But at this point he didn’t regret it as he moved until you were now laid on your back with a quick squeal. The sound of the front door to your apartment slammed shut was neither here nor there at this point.

“Otto–”

“Now is not the time nor the place for either of us to talk about your brother.” He pointed out pulling you in for a much needed kiss.

Outro:

“What happened again?” Viserys asked, still half-asleep.

The last thing the man would expect is for his younger brother to come to his home in the middle of the night with a look of disgust and fear and something else Viserys couldn’t be bothered to decipher. It’s been a long time since he last saw this look in his brother–maybe during the death of his second wife, or maybe something more traumatic.

“Our sister! Sitted on a man that we do not know!” Daemon spat again, swallowing the rest of the scotch Viserys had offered him to calm his nerves.

“So you caught our sister?” Viserys snorted, regretting now opening the door for his brother. “I think it’s good that she’s finally seeing someone.”

It’s already become a topic of discussion in the house how you were too busy for his children that even they had come to notice your absence.

“Viserys, listen to me!” Daemon looked deranged now, Viserys believes this was the effect of seeing their little sister in such a compromising position. “Our sister, our sweet sister was sitting on someone’s face! Are you not even at least scandalized by that fact?”

“Should I be?” Viserys snorted, rubbing his eyes wishing he would have enough time to fall back asleep for the meeting tomorrow. “What our sister does in her own home behind closed doors is no one’s business but her own, let her be, Daemon. It’s an order.”

“I can’t help but feel like I’ve seen that man before, I just can’t point out where.” Daemon spoke as more to himself now at this point.

“Let it go, Daemon, and go home and sleep.”

“But–”

“Let it go!”

[reverieaa]

Hello everybody, I'm here to manye answer an ask or two that have been collecting dust in my inbox that i mever finished, but there seems to be sth wrong with my Tumblr editing option so until I figure that out, I'll have to answer like this if that's ok.

That's because you're waiting for a "big boom" to happen, where u suddenly wake up and have everything. Now you can countinue everything you've put on hold, the wait is over.

When the waiting should've never begun in the first place. For what are you waiting for? For the 3d to reflect what you are? It already is. There is nothing wrong with the "3d." Change of perspective won't "change your 3D" bc if u had a new perspective you wouldn't care if what is being shown to you is what you want, you KNOW it is.

States and perspective exist bc you give them power, its not a human shifting to a place where they're finally happy after trying hard enough. States don't go down a check list and say "ah yes this one is worthy, they've tried hard enough let's give them what they want, today was their last day or presisitng"

[spitinsideme]

what's your current perspective on ragapom after the new episode? my headcanons have been almost completely changed...they're both losers and ragatha certainly seems to be more of a loser than pomni like many have pointed out. she literally does not take pomni's name out of her mouth throughout the entire episode!! like, sure, we all know you care about her and you're worried after all that happened in the pilot, OKAY! but for the love of god you literally fell off a CLIFF and one of your first reactions is ask about her?? definitely the biggest pomni simp to ever exist, no mfer in this fandom can ever beat her

absolutely everyrhing changed youre so right !!! lime EVERYTHING !! i dont even see pomni as a loser anymore actually ragatha is the biggest fucking loser here, pomni is normal honestly the pilot kusr made her out to be this complete mess but pomni is nor ? she acyuallu seems lime INCREDINLY calm for the sitatuon shes in and kind of okau with it now ? lime in that scene where she was talking to the guy and she was like "yeah well im stuck here and im tryong to see ir as home" or soemthing lime rhat .. pomni isnt the fucking simp around here its ragatha !!! i mean come on even jax pointed it out !!! this meand that shes porbbaly mever done this nefore for any other newcomers !! shenwas dying being stabbed in the chest almost drowning and the whole time shes like POMNI ??? POMNO AR EYOU OKAY ??? POMNI ?????? i think its quote literlaly impossoble to not at leadt slightly believe ragatha likes pomni a biy too mufh .. anywayd yes everything has compleley changed and pomni nor ragatha is what i have drew them out to be, theyre compleley dofferent from the pilot !! i dont think ive ever seen someone care this much aboit someone they JUST met a day before, also how she tries to get clos3r to pomni the entire time !! shes literaly tryong to nefriend her reallyreally badlu trying to get clos3r and thats a gay fucking thing to do shes sofucking desperate shes in love trusr me i know a lesbian with a crush when i see one .. everytjing hss changed ...

i think that their dynamic righr now is like .. one sided woth ragatha trying to grt close to pomno and pomni trying to stop all her advances maybe becauze she still feels bad ? i hope that when they do talk (WHIXH THEY FUCKING WILL HOPEFULLY !!!) tbeir dynsmic changes and they actually become friends ? i think ragatba is really lonely, they all seem to be acquantices at besr actyally with kinger being the only one who seems to have a friendler fonnection to ragatha ? and hes mental a bit so youknow shes defonily a bit lonely !! my touch starbed headcanon foe ragatba still stays actually thats canon to me in my head .. i want to explore this newfound dynamic more actually !! its very interesting