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I was just thinking about the Ariana Grande death scene in scream queens, and I can honestly see Jason and Steph acting out that scene on the regular for funsies.
#they do it randomly and so perfectly#it doesn’t matter who’s around them#anyways I’m eating a peach and it is good 😌#jason todd#red hood#stephanie brown#the spoiler#spoiler#batgirl#batfam#dc#batman#scream queens
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⭐ HL x animal crossing ⭐
something for fun bc why not......i have free will their personality types?? maybe?? : seb = smug clora = peppy poppy = normal/sweet imelda = snooty ominis = lazy (or cranky tbh) leander = jock natty = sisterly
#when i was playing new horizons i bought SO MANY nook tickets on ebay bc i was desperately looking for julian..he was my bff on the 3ds one#i have his framed photo....but i never found him😔#im not 100% on the personalities especially cloras and poppys.... but what i do know is that natty is DEFS the sisterly vibe#and imelda is definitely snooty LOL. i almost put jock for her but they just talk about working out a lot and are too nice BAHAH#plus the personalities are gendered in AC so i tried to keep that the same#also i know poppy isnt mousey as a person/shes really brave and fearless but idk... she just gives me mouse vibes anyway🥹she smol#and natty was an easy choice bc i just copied her gazelle form...imelda was also super easy obvs LOL#for ominis i wasnt sure whether to do a cat (bc they nap a lot) or the chipmunk but i just think the chipmunk is cuter LMAO#and leander i almost did horse or anteater (for the long face) but the goat just suits him perfectly i think#omg wait anteater would be perfect for amit actually ....and garreth would be a lion#dont ask why seb is randomly the only one not in his uniform... (its bc the wolf ref i was using was also in a letterman and it works LOL)#choccyart#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#clora clemons#ominis gaunt#imelda reyes#poppy sweeting#leander prewett#natsai onai#sebastian x mc
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if the nuke didn't kill c!Tommy then c!Tommy telling c!Jack "that isn't canon" in regards to the nuke doesn't make sense if he is talking about death by a nuke because he didn't by it. So he is saying that the nuke in general never happened. You are too nice to these ccs, they would retcon the lore because they hate dream and they wanna please their fans
Who gives a shit about the ccs. I'm not about to argue for a position that comes solely from confirmation bias and taking things out of context.
Get your information from the source before arguing for something, or else you're just repeating an uninformed opinion someone else formed for you.
Tommy had to kill a zombie between saying it wasn't canon and that he was still with 1 life so Jack got to respond before he could finish his thought. The lines that come after that are him clarifying his meanings, and they're all about the life he still had. If they were about decanonzing the nukes he would've, y'know, actually mentioned the nuke or the explosion again. If not in that conversation then in any of the other five times Jack mentioned blowing up everyone.
#“If the nuke didn't kill tommy why did he say it wasn't a canon death”#because he talks like a normal human and not like someone whose every word is going to be scrutinized out of context and taken literally#jack said he killed tommy#so tommy replied that jack didn't canonically kill him#and proceeded to talk about what he'll do with that life that he still had#the conversation is all on the same topic#people don't say one line randomly on another topic like this while otherwise staying perfectly on topic before and after#blue talks#asks and answers
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... why he sit like this
#in this position his face is extremely 'cartoon cat' shaped.. like the perfectly round cheeks and little#rounded bump of a snout.. big round eyes. etc. stretched over the arm of a chair like a weirdo#cats#It's still Hot Evil Summer time and I have so much to do so am just aimlessly hopping between various projects but not actually#getting anything done. as usual. Also so so so so tired. I almost fell asleep in the middle of the floor like 3 times today lol#Trying to finish some costume photos and also another poll adventure thing. plus I do really want to do a sculpture sometime#I haven't finished one in a while. Hopefully my tiredness is nothing bad.#Maybe I'm anemic again so that's making me tired. Or maybe it's just a Listless phase. not that I'm ever really THAT productive considering#all of the health problems and etc. always holding me back. but still. I'm not usually 'sleep or just stare at a wall literally all day' ty#e unproductive.. at least not for multiple days in a row so. hmm... Sometimes especially in the summer though I will have periods of time#that are listless like that. I am under low level phyiscal stress for months at a time due to summer heat so I guess it makes sense#that would eventually take a toll. I just have SO MANY THINGS I WANT TO DO!!!!! AAUUGhhh#I also came up with a new idea for a game that is so so cool and I wish I could make it but I have to finish the other one first lol#which I will NEVER do. if I spend all day just sleepy unfocused barely able to do anything#I also really need to sell some clothes and sculptures because I'll probably have to buy a new computer soon so I need money. (plus still#recovering the costs of having to euthanize my other cat.. wehh) There's nothing clearly wrong with it right now but it's getting gradually#slower and there's more weird glitches happening randomly and idk.. just weird things that make me think 'hmm... bad.. possibly.'#ANYWAY... I just have so much to do that I both REALLY want or need to do - so it's perpetually frustrating that I just can't for whatever#reason like. Time is always mving forward. every day I waste is a wasted day. The year is already almost half over. I havent finished#any of the projects I wanted to .. and there's only more and more things to do each day. It's overwhelming and stinky#and thats not even considering having to do all of my tasks also with the background noise of economic inequality. everything increasingly#going into an even scarier political direction. active climate change crisis. pandemic that still exists and is insane to act otherwise. et#etc. HOW am I supposed to solo make two whole games . write 3 book series. finish sculptures. do costumes. make outfits. game videos. make#stable network of social connections. do my little side crafts. take care of myself and cats. pay rent. manage health issues. keep a routin#.try to make some sort of money. go to doctors appointments. handle regular maintenance like cleaning and cooking and self care#and buying new plates when old ones break or etc. make sure to do other things like backup my computer data regularly. do shopping lists.#take care of plants. pursue like 6 different academic interests. do the other side side projects I have for fun (like music or carving avoc#ado pits). eat in a healthy way thats okay for my Special Health Issue diet. exercise so i don't die early. etc. etc. etc. AND all while it#82F in my apartment all the time and I have tiny income and also need to move to another country/climate somehow??? lol......#ANYWAY.. ..very frustrated today over my chronic Tired Sleepy.. time for Cat Photos - which cure all of life's ailments lol
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"Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros is extremely Goose/Carole-coded.
#top gun#top gun maverick#nick 'goose' bradshaw#carole bradshaw#maccawrites#i don't know why but i can just picture they dancing and singing that song perfectly#and it describing their love story almost perfectly#bradley knows that song word by word bcuz they used to sing it so much each morning when he was little#(goose aint dead for me. let my man live.)#they still sing it every morning#and will randomly do it whenever they want to#bcuz they can#sometimes (read most of times) they do it to annoy pete#(he actually loves to hear them singing it but fakes he don't for principles)
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they should invent a device that makes me instantly fall asleep without any delay
#mole talks#and it should work perfectly and not have any side effects and will make me sleep for like 10 hours#and make it not possible to randomly wake up at 3am#im so bored!!!! i would love to just fall asleep right now#maybe its sort of my fault for lookjing at a screen idk#but even when i do things that don't involve screens and then try to go to bed i still don't fall asleep#pain and suffering
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Animation of the day: Meet The All-Class Burly Beast
Now this is something unusual. Storybook-like illustrations, combined with a read-out-loud narration. If Tf2 ever had a children's book, this is what it would be like! Really charming stuff.
#tf2#Meet the all-class burly beast#2d#whole team#I found this video randomly#And I thought#Oh my this would perfectly fit onto that one account I have#So here it is#337#<- You see that number?#That is the number of Tf2 videos I have uploaded here#That is partly why I do not post much here anymore#I have just posted.... so much...#Youtube
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I'm starting to think I might need to get diagnosed
#with what? not sure yet!#but im pretty sure its not normal to just randomly break down into screaming sobs at 11 in the morning#waowee sure do love going from Perfectly Fine two days ago to being unable to move im so sad
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randomly remembering the time in 2012 when everyone kept saying the world was going to end at midday that day and like, i didnt really believe it, but i didnt want to be a complete fool if i was wrong, so i excused myself from class to go sit the field and perfectly timed the beat drop to a skrillex song just in case something happened. and im just. retroactively amused by the idea of ushering in the appocalypse with skrillex. most 2012 thing you could possibly do.
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I've finally figured out an argument that convinces coding tech-bros that AI art is bad.
Got into a discussion today (actually a discussion, we were both very reasonable and calm even through I felt like committing violence) with a tech-bro-coded lady who claimed that people use AI in coding all the time so she didn't see why it mattered if people used AI in art.
Obviously I repressed the surge of violence because that would accomplish nothing. Plus, this lady is very articulate, the type who makes claims and you sit there thinking no that's wrong it must be but she said it so well you're kind of just waffling going but, no, wait-- so I knew I had to get this right if I was gonna come out of this unscathed.
The usual arguments about it being about the soul of it and creation fell flat, in fact she was adamant that anyone who believed that was in fact looking down at coding as an art form as she insisted it is. Which, sure, you can totally express yourself through coding. There's a lot more nuance as to the differences but clearly I was not going to win this one.
The other people I was with (literally 8 people anti-ai against her, but you can't change the mind of someone who doesn't want to listen and she just kept accusing us of devaluing coding as an art) took over for I kid you not 15 minutes while I tried desperately to come up with a clear and articulate way to explain the difference to her. They tried so many reasonable arguments, coding being for a function ("what, art doesn't serve a function?") coding being many discrete building blocks that you put together differently, and the AI simply provides the blocks and you put it together yourself ("isn't that what prompt building is") that it's bad for the environment ("but not if it's used for capitalism, hm?" "Yeah literally that's how capitalism works it doesn't care about the environment" she didn't like that response)
But I finally got it.
And the answer is: It's not about what you do, it's about what you claim to be.
Imagine that someone asks an AI to write a code and, by some miracle, it works perfectly without them having to tweak it---which is great because they couldn't tell you what a single solitary thing in that code means.
Now imagine this person, with their code that they don't know how it works, goes and applies to be a coder somewhere, presenting this AI code as proof that they're qualified.
Should they be hired?
She was horrified, of course. Of course they shouldn't be. They're not qualified. They can't actually code, and even if by some miracle they did have an AI successfully write a flawless code for every issue they came across that wouldn't be their code, you could hire any shmuck on the street to do that, no reason to pay someone like they're creating something.
When actual engineers use AI what they do is get some kind of base, which they then go though and check for problems and then if they find any they fix them, and add on to the base code with their own knowledge instead of just trying different prompt after prompt until they randomly come across one that works.
People who generate code like this don't usually call themselves engineers. They're people who needed a bit of code and didn't have the knowledge to generate it, and so used a resource.
And there you go. There are people who have none of the skills of artists, they don't practice, they don't create for themselves. When they feed the prompt to the AI they then don't just use the resulting image as a reference point for their own personal masterpiece, and if they don't like it they don't have the skills to change it---they simply try another prompt, and do that until they get something they like.
These people are calling themselves artists.
Not only that, these people are bringing the AI generated thing to interviews, and they are getting hired, leaving people who slave over their craft out of the job.
And that is the difference, for the tech bros who think AI art isn't a big deal.
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https://www.tumblr.com/inkandarsenic/782366319897100288/httpswwwtumblrcomsnow-blower7823280989338337?source=share
No because like, I have work tomorrow. I'm not gonna be able to watch it until I get home. So ima need you to hop into my asks or DMs and let me know if he dead dead or just not breathing, y'know?
Also, loving all these ideas. Specifically the daddy ones. I mean — he just has this nurturing vibes and I just wanna call him daddy whilst he leads me through new sexual experiences. Like god damn. Him whispering praises and reassurances whilst tying me up? YES SIR
...sorry. I'm so insane rn it's unfair
🫡 I got you bestie
Also yes???? And you know he's GOOD at ropes and he's definitely telling you how good you are and how you look so pretty all tied up like that like a present for him to unwrap
#listen if they try to tell us hes dead dead i fear i will still live in delulu land where hes not#i Do Not Accept any other outcome tbh#i dont care if he just walks back in one day perfectly fine#i can get behind randomly undead bobby#wait#vampire bobby would go So Hard omg#inkandarsenic#911 abc#ask ink#bobby nash#mutuals#snow❄️🌨
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You say to me That your heart, it beats for me I can't believe Til you show that heart to me We only see What we want, not what we need So I just need to see If our love's more than skin deep
Just one cut can make the blood rush But is it enough to open you up You're sharp as a knife But soft to the core If I show you mine Will you show me...
Yours Show me more I want your- Show me your Gore
I'm intrigued Wanna see what's underneath And just think when you bleed Pain is just temporary
Show me yours Show me more I want your- Show me your Gore
They say that beauty's on the inside They say that beauty's on the inside They say that beauty's on the inside They say that beauty's on the inside They say that beauty's on the inside Let's see if they're right
Just one cut can make the blood rush But is it enough to open you up You're sharp as a knife But soft to the core If I show you mine Will you show me...
Yours Show me more I want your- Show me your Gore
#Youtube#Graveyardguy - GORE#☣ [ ' Eʋҽɾყσɳҽ Lσʋҽʂ A Vιʅʅαιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Dιƈƙʂσɳ Gҽɾαʅԃ Rҽɠιɳαʅԃ Sιɱɱσɳʂ ✡#☣ [ ' Tɯιʂƚҽԃ Ⴆყ ɯσɾԃʂ ƚԋαƚ ƈυƚ ԃҽҽρ ιɳ ɱყ ʂƙιɳ. ' ] - ✡ Mυʂιɳɠ ✡#{ I was randomly listening to this while doing some stuff for DoL and I couldn't help but think the sound of the song and the lyrics- }#{ perfectly describe how Dickson feels and thinks in her DoL!AU when it comes down to lovers and such. ]#{ Sadly I never created a music tag for Dickson so I have to just use the musing tag for now. }#{ But it's whatever. }#{ I absolutely love this song to be honest. }#{ Graveyardguy has so many fitting songs for Dickson. }#{ I am also kinda excited because I think I may have roped my platonic girlfriend Vira into trying DoL as well. }#☣ [ ' Pʅҽαʂҽ ԃσɳ'ƚ ιɳԃυʅɠҽ ɱҽ. ' ] - ✡ Sαʋҽԃ ✡
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cannot for the LIFE of me find my usb c to micro usb cable. my One cable apparently. i have found literally 15 micro usb to usb cables in my house and nary a single usb c one. and this to me is confirmation that we are living in the darkest timeline.
#and also confirmation that there are many things i should be doing but instead i spent an hour trying to figure this out#and now must leave it unfinished. because again this is the darkest timeline.#absolutely awful.#bc the thing is is that i am Emotionally Incapable of starting a task and not finishing it#i can't do that. it will eat away at me.#i bought a new cable but the thing that i need it for is a library book and i only have 7 days to finish it!! so now i'm like omg ...#i'm going to be RUSHING to get that one done. i should have FOUR days to read it. if this method works. which idk if it will lmfao#and also like WHERE IS THE CABLE?#i know damn well i'm going to find it randomly on some shelf that i was like oh it fits perfectly here and i'll remember it :-)
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out of breath, got me going like...
some of the attractive things that the blue lock men do. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, yukimiya kenyu ─ content: fluff, suggestive
note. yukki debut on my acc ??? do we fw the casual, less poetic writing cuz there was really no way to make this poetic 👩🦯 just astronomically down bad writing all around
itoshi rin sends you gym pics without you having to ask.
it initially took a lot of convincing, at first, to get rin to send you a picture. in his eyes, it was embarrassing— the idea of pulling his phone out mid-workout, taking a picture, sending it to you, and then going back to whatever he was doing. his mind would drift off to the weird stares he would probably get from others, and the fact that he also wasn’t exactly known for knowing how to pose to begin with. as much as he loved making you happy, there were just some things he was not willing to do.
it took a lot of begging, and for the first few months, the answer was always, “no.”
the first picture came unexpectedly. your phone was thrown off to the side of the bed, not really anticipating any texts from rin for the next hour or so, given the fact that he was at the gym. so you were surprised when you heard a familiar tune come from your phone— one specifically assigned to his contact. you had no idea why he would be texting you.
you’re absolutely floored at what you see; jaw left hanging and eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, almost dropping the phone.
it's a gym picture. he's doing a normal pose, nothing too special. he’s standing in front of the mirror, one hand shoved into the pocket of his shorts, and the other holding onto his phone. his face was partly covered by his phone, but you could see the blush spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. but it wasn’t that that got your attention— no, it was something entirely different.
he was wearing a sleeveless compression shirt, giving you a full view of his arms. they were glistening in sweat and perfectly toned. the arm that was propping his phone up was slightly flexed, from the position it was in, adding to the bulk and definition in his biceps. and you could see the veins traveling up the arm of his hand, the one that was shoved into his pocket, crawling up from the back of his hand to his forearm. the bright overhead lighting, with a combination of the dim background lighting, served to emphasize every line and crevice of his exposed skin.
“this what you wanted?” came a message right after, “i know you’re reading this right now, respond.” you felt weak. he definitely researched how to do this.
words couldn't describe how you felt. so, your immediate response was to send him a flurry of incoherent texts; a mixture of randomly pressed keys and crying emojis. but that’s what feeds his ego— your reactions are what makes smile smugly to himself, covering his lips with his hands as he reads your texts over. he starts to send you gym pictures more consistently after that, patiently waiting for your response after each one. at this point, it’s become a part of his gym routine.
itoshi sae drapes his arm over the back of your seat while reversing.
driving with sae was a true test of control— specifically, yours. it had become increasingly hard to focus whenever he was driving, with every little motion of his body seeming to pull your attention away from the road. he was just so distracting, to the point that you had started offering to drive instead. yet to no avail, because he always insisted on being the driver, furthering your silent suffering in the passenger's seat. but, there was nothing more testing than whenever he was reversing the car.
it’s an internal battle; it takes everything in you not to ogle him so openly. and somehow, you’re losing a battle to yourself.
it’s as if your eyes instantly become magnetized to sae— the way he moves when he rests his arm so casually, yet so securely, on the back of your headrest’s frame. and it doesn’t help that this position gives such a perfect view of him. the way the muscles in his arm ripple and flex ever so slightly, but visibly, under his loose dress shirt. the way his folded sleeves ride up every time, and the exposed part of his forearm constantly taunts you to take a peek. you hate that you suddenly become hyperaware of everything he does in that moment. especially his fingers, and the way they tickle the back of your neck, almost touching you but not quite there.
you have to hold back the subtle shudder that sweeps over your body.
it feels like he’s taking up so much space, demanding you to notice him. the way the scent of his cologne wafts over to you, the bergamot and sandalwood notes of it slowly overwhelming your senses. the faint shift in his posture, emphasizing the subtle stretch of his neck, giving you a view of his collarbones and necklace. and the way his lips curve ever so slightly when he speaks, his voice in a low tone, with his eyes flitting over to you momentarily before they’re back on the road.
it has to be intentional, he has to be aware of what he’s doing. “you’re doing this on purpose,” you mutter under your breath, willing yourself to turn away and look out the window.
“doing what on purpose?” he asks, but the mirth in his tone is evident— you can practically hear the tiny smirk that’s splayed on his lips. you’ve concluded that he’s sick in the head, that he’s playing with you right in your face. “i’m just making sure we don’t get into a crash, you baby.” and you willingly fall for it, every time.
nagi seishiro becomes clingy when it's just the two of you.
laying in your lap, while you’re absorbed in your own hobby, is one of nagi’s favorite pastimes. it keeps him close to you, but allows you both to do your own thing. sometimes, he’d take a nap while you work, one hand loosely holding onto yours in his sleep. other times, he’d play video games on his phone, making sure his volume is turned all the way down to not distract you. but most of the time, he likes to just lay there and admire you, with a barely noticeable smile on his lips.
but he becomes somewhat miffed whenever your hair falls in front of your face, blocking his (initially) flawless view of you. and it annoys him more whenever you don’t push it out of the way.
so, he decided to take it upon himself to move it for you, arm lazily stretched up to reach for you. you barely noticed it at first, so absorbed in the book that you were reading. the sensation of his fingers ghosting over your cheeks doesn’t register in your mind, and his touch is barely there. and then you feel it. his fingers are in your hair, gathering the strands on the back of his hand before he’s brushing it out of the way. it’s so gentle, the way he locks your hair behind your ear, and the way his hand lingers a little longer on your skin after. his fingers then travel from your ear to your jawline, finger lightly tracing the side of your jaw, and it makes you curl in on yourself at the feeling. (it tickles, but also oddly comforting.) and then, he’s pulling his arm back down to reach for your wrist instead, fingers wrapping around it.
your skin is tingling, and the surface of your skin feels warm— taken aback by the sudden act of affection. you glance down at him with a curious look, only to see that he’s already staring attentively at you, and you feel his hold on you tighten. “you know,” you begin, “you could’ve just asked me to do it for you.”
"you always get so lost in whatever you're doing," he mumbles slowly, his voice sounding almost whiney at the fact. his hand, the one firmly holding onto your wrist, is traveling up until it’s wiggling the book out of your hand. (you don’t miss the small furrow of his brows when you jokingly grip onto the book, before giving in and letting it fall to the side.) he takes this chance to intertwine your fingers, his larger hands completely enveloping yours. "i don't mind it, but i hate when i can’t see you."
michael kaiser holds intense eye contact with you when you're talking.
at times, you found it hard to talk to kaiser. he's constantly exuding such an intense confidence, one that's often present in his gaze, that you could never truly hold face-to-face conversations with him. you're always shying away from it, crumbling under the intensity, and he finds twisted pleasure in how flustered it makes you. the way the words always die on the tip of your tongue whenever your eyes meet, when you see that his focus is locked on you
it makes you look away, because it's the only thing you can do to escape it. but kaiser doesn't like it when you're looking away from him— he wants your attention. he wants to see you when you talk excitedly about your day.
he’ll get that attention however way he can. from where you're seated on the couch gives him quick access to you. you can feel his tattooed hand crawling up the skin of your thighs, sliding up slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. he stops short of the hem of your shorts, planting his hand firmly on the spot. he gives it a firm squeeze, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs— trying to get you to cave into him. “why won’t you look at me when you talk?” he’s leaning into you, invading your personal space despite the spacious couch. you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear with each word, “mein liebling, i want to see you when you talk. look at me.”
“you can listen to me talk without needing me to look at you,” you swallow, and his grip tightens ever so slightly at your words.
you're shifting awkwardly, trying to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster at the proximity, at the fact that his voice has started to sound almost pleading. almost— because he would never admit to something as desperate as pleading. it’s hard to focus when he’s this close, when he’s right there. his fingers remain on your thigh, tracing deliberate lines over your skin, and despite the way you're trying to resist, you can feel your resolve crumbling.
it’s not every day that you see someone like kaiser be on the precipice of begging for your attention.
“i promise, i’ll stop teasing you. look—” his other hand is hooking under your chin, coaxing you to look at him. and you do— his eyes, once intense and teasing, now holds a softer and almost guilty looking gaze. “keep talking, yeah?”
oliver aiku likes to loosen his necktie with one hand after a formal event.
neckties are the worst, an opinion oliver will stand by ‘til the end of time. he absolutely despises having to put one on for formal events, and he’ll do his best to charm his way out of having to wear one. it never works, so the second he puts it on, he’s already thinking of the moment he gets to pull it off of himself. he doesn’t think much of it when he does it— one finger looping in the space between his neck and necktie, and he’s pulling at it without care.
but recently, he’s started to notice how intently you’d been staring each time he did it.
oliver’s got a keen-eye; not even the smallest thing can get past him. he drinks in the sight of you when he does it, eyes fixed on you, and taking joy in the fact that you don’t even seem to notice. you’re too busy being fixated on his hand, and the way the vein on his hand becomes prominent when he flexes it to pull, or the way his fingers seem to play around with the fabric. your eyes are so sharp, but somehow so unfocused, all at the same time. he loves how it gets you worked up.
it’s entertaining, so he takes it up a notch.
he drags his fingers, slowly, down to the first button of his shirt. and then he’s unbuttoning it with one hand, putting in extra effort in exposing his collarbones. he can’t fight the grin that makes its way to his lips, at your reaction— your eyes are widening, and he can visibly see you gulp at the sight. and then your eyes are shooting up to meet his, and his grin becomes impossibly wider.
“like what you see?” the teasing and flirtatious lilt in his voice is unmistakable, and you can’t help but draw your eyes back down to where his hand is twirling the tie around his fingers. he makes you tick, but he’s also so attractive, and you hate that he can easily make you blush with his words.
“you wish.” you choose to look away with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “it’s gonna take more than that.” that makes him oddly excited, brows raising in mild surprise, and you honestly should’ve known better. it’s like you’re offering up a new challenge to him, and he gladly accepts.
oliver still hates neckties; that’s an opinion that will never change. he still looks forward to the second he gets to pull it off. except now, he gets to play a little game with you while he does it.
yukimiya kenyu keeps a hand on your back at all times, in public.
it’s a habit formed purely from the fact that the streets of shibuya have the tendency to become really crowded, and yukimiya hates it when you get separated from him in such a crowd. he likes it when you’re right by his side— he can keep a close eye on you at all times and protect you from getting pushed around. and originally, it started off with holding your hands. it was fine during the colder seasons, providing the two of you with extra warmth. but you had both quickly realized that it could become quite uncomfortable during summer, making your hands all sweaty and sticky.
so he experimented. he let his arm drop from your shoulders to the small of your back, his palm hovering over your skin, initially unsure of how you would react.
“is this okay?” he would lean down to whisper in your ear, and his voice was so gentle and so concerned about you. even when he was the one getting shoved around by the crowd, with people constantly running into the sides of his shoulders, he was still only thinking about you. you and your comfort. “tell me if this is uncomfortable, and i’ll figure something else out. okay?”
it made you shiver— you felt a heat crawl up your spine, and your stomach was immediately fluttering with butterflies.
you nod, “no, this is okay.” more than okay, actually, but you keep that to yourself. “thank you for asking.” he flashes you one of his pretty smiles, and he leans up to look straight ahead in the crowd again. but this time, his touch is more present— his palm is now firmly planted onto your skin, and he’s actively weaving you through the crowded streets.
whenever someone would get too close to you, or if he anticipates that someone is about to crash into you, his hand would travel to the side of your waist. and yukimiya grips on it, pulling your body flush against his side, effectively pulling you out of the way. “sorry,” he’ll whisper an apology, not having intended to hold you so tightly. his hands will go right back to where they initially were, not without trailing his fingers on the way back, leaving sparks tingling across your skin where he touched. “did i hurt you?”
“no, i’m fine,” you can keep your hand there, you almost tell him. it drives you insane that everything he does is unintentional— but maybe, one day, you'll be able to tell him exactly what you’re thinking.
© rindreamery, 2024
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#yk how sometimes when youre a bit dissociated everything looks too real#but like in a fake way#like everything is a photograph or like youre seeing through a camera#that plus the heat and the shade of the white overhead lamp in my bathroom#gave me sort of a physical flashback to what it felt like to be in that bathroom under the same light in the same heat#when i was 13 and self harming#it was like time warped and the bathroom was the exact same but i was simultaneously 13 and 23#this is such a weird feeling#most of the time i cant understand what was going through my mind back then its like it wasnt me doing that#but for like 5 minutes i understood perfectly and it shocked me that i ever forgot what it felt like#and now that im in bed that feeling is fading#im so disconnected from myself i dont have memories that form a somewhat cohesive narrative#its all choppy bits that are accessed randomly and freak me out#delete later
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its nice to know even millipedes get bugs sometimes
#marigold#roommate: Brings in a cat who is not treated for fleas without telling me#roommate: gets treatment for cat after 6 months of torture for that poor animal#also roommate: MAYBE ITS NOT FLEAS MAYBE YOUR JUST CRAZY WHY DO YOU WANNA CALL A BUG PERSON WHY GET ADVICE FROM YOUR DAD HES ABUSIVE--#--I CANT TAKE MY CAT OUT OF THE HOUSE FOR 4 HOURS BECAUSE MY BOSS WILL RANDOMLY CALL ME#why did I think hed care about me having fleas in the home when he was perfectly content with his cat suffering?#jesus I fucking hate him rn#and I have to take care of HIS cat#i change the litter i play with the cat i buy littler/toys/so on#frankly thats not even his fucking cat he refused to take it to the vet and refused to let ME take it to the vet or even give a fuck about#her#tw animal abuse#tw animal neglect
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