#this is SO stupid but i needed to get it out of my system

[railingsofsorrow]

I was thinking about jj being at home while reader is out partying. and then she calls him, really really drunk so he's concerned and goes pick her up.

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midnight swim

[jj maybank x reader]

summary: the one where you drink too much and decide to have a midnight swim but your boyfriend stops you.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

w.c: 1.1K

warnings/content: alcohol consumption; language; stupid drunk decisions; argument with parents (mentioned); suggestive content (you blink you miss it).

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A/N: HELLOO this was fun to write hope you like it :)

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“Wanna go home.” You mumbled into the phone, walking outside of the loud house to have a moment of peace. Maybe your social battery is over. You didn't know what exactly cut your mood off from the party but you wanted to put on your pajamas and lay in your boyfriends' chest for the whole (rest) of the night.

“Mhm.”

“Dude, did you just kill me?!”

Pope's laughs echoed through the line, followed by JJ's trying to stifle a chuckle but he was very unsuccessful, earning a punch on his arm provided by his best friend.

“Baby? Sorry. The guys were being loud and— You still there?”

You hummed, eyes slightly unfocused staring at the enormous pool of whoever Kook's house you were. You were barely remembering your own name to be honest. You don't like drinking without your friends but you made the terrible choice to drown in booze to forget about the fight with your parents and here you are. Wallowing in self pity. And alcohol. A lot of it, it seemed.

“Baby?”

Rubbing your eyes with a sigh, you replied with a soft hi and there's some shuffling in the background.

“How's the party? Eat any fancy finger food yet? Or is it just champagne?”

“Fuck off.” You couldn't help your chuckle. Your feet somehow carry you out of the porch and into the pool area. Everything felt hot.

You can hear your boyfriends' deep chuckle before he teased you some more, attempting to rile you up. JJ was aware that when you called him at a party was either because you wanted to leave or you just got tired of being socially active and the excuse of being on the phone was good to keep people away temporarily. He wanted to know which was the option now.

“So?”

“'s boring. I wanna— Ouch.” Your laugh was loud but you didn't had a filter with the alcohol in your system so you didn't think much of it or that it wasn't so funny to stumble and fall flat on your ass.

“What?” JJ seemed to notice your lack of sobriety through your continuous giggles. “Where are you right now?” He prompted, eyeing the van's keys on the bowl beside him but not moving to grasp it quite yet. You were a big girl, you could handle yourself; you told him that once when you called him drunk and he showed up to take you home because he was worried. You were pissed. He'd never do it again unless he felt the need to. He didn't want to be possessive in any way.

“Wish I was with you.” He couldn't see your pout but he knew it was there. “Listen... We should go for a midnight swim—is it midnight yet?” You laughed, crawling towards the edge of the pool. The water looked so clean and it was so hot, you just wanted a quick swim.

“It's 1am, baby.”

“Perfect.”

The blond's lips quirked up slightly. “You sure you good? Not doing anything stupid, right?”

“You said it yourself stupid things have good outcomes all the time.” You retorted, taking off your sandals. “Ah, shit. I didn't brought a bikini.”

“Why would you need a bikini?” JJ yawned, resting back comfortably against John B's beaten-up couch. “Was it a pool party? I can't remember you telling me—”

“Not a pool party but they have a pool.” You clarify, blinking down at your outfit. “Baby, I gotta get off my dress, I don't wanna make it wet.”

The way he sat up so quickly that Pope, who was thrown on the loveseat gave him a look of confusion.

“Why do you wanna— Where are you?”

You sighed impatiently. “Told you we should have a midnight swim! I'm by the pool—”

“Okay, yeah, no.” JJ grabbed the car keys and practically sprint out the door. So much for not doing anything stupid. “Baby, can you do me a favour?”

Your face scrunched up and you shook your head. “No. 'm gonna wait for you in the pool—”

“No, you're not. You're gonna get your pretty little feet away from whatever pool you're nearby and you're gonna wait for me, got it?”

“But the midnight swim...” you slurred out, throwing your head back with a groan. “C'mon, stars ar' out and—”

“We'll have a swim when I get there but only if you wait for me, 'kay?” JJ tried a different tactic, a bit desperate for you to get the hell away from the pool while being drunk. “Where are you at again?” He knew some of your friends but he didn't know exactly whose house you were at.

“Stacy's.” You replied, dumping your feet in the pool and dangling them from one side to the other. You were sitting at the edge, the party inside echoing all of the excitement from strangers and the few (three?) people you barely knew.

The Twinkie was on before JJ even shut the door.

“Baby?”

He said carefully, praying you hadn't jumped in the pool in the meanwhile. You let out a low hum in response.

“Your dress' still on, right, princess.”

“Why? You wanna take it off?” She chuckled, leaning back to rest against her elbows. “Still on. 'm waiting f'you like you asked.”

“Good girl.” He turned on the street and now it was only ten minutes away by car. He'd make it in five. “Hey. Are you dizzy or feeling lightheaded? Are you sitting down?”

“Okay, doctor Maybank. You're doing a full checkup or something—Hey!” You exclaimed in indignation when a splash went off and you got soaked. Someone had jumped on the pool. A group of girls that were shrieking like little kids. You stumbled away from the pool, your eyes a little more focused now as you walked towards the backdoor, pushing between people to reach the exit and leave that fucking party. God why did you even came?

“Babe, you good? I'm here.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, watching the beat up van park in front of Stacy's house. “I see you.”

JJ stepped out of the vehicle to greet you. You met him halfway, a pout on yours lips when he asked why on earth were you wet. “Did you get into the pool—”

“No! Some stupid girls jumped in it and I was sitting close!” You whined and JJ's concern turned into amusement really quickly. “Stupid, fucking—”

“Alright, alright.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer, running a hand across your back and pressing his lips against your forehead. Your sigh was muffled when you buried your face in his shirt. “Let's get you in some nice comfy and dry clothes, yeah? You good with that?”

“You promised a swim.”

He kissed your pout away until it became a smile you were trying to break into a frown but was unable to.

“Sobriety first then we'll swim and surf and do whatever you want, baby.”

Just definitely not tonight.

[sunflower-enj0lras]

Enjolras was a charming man, capable of being terrible

Original under cut. I saw it last night and thougth "ha that sounds like how victor hugo describes enjolras"

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[telesodalite]

Never getting over Fulcrum being a project manager...

Idk why, but something about that is so funny to me. Not just because the title of "project manager" is inherently kinda funny for a Decepticon, but also because-

1. It's vague sounding and hard to explain irl because it technically exists in multiple fields, like healthcare or manufacturing, which surely translates into canon in some way.

2. In canon, it's simultaneously a really mundane, innocuous sounding job, yet it's also a super morally awful position to reside over depending on the context. (*cough* forced colonization and cyberforming *cough*)

And 3. It solidifies the fact that behind all the surface level militaristic work we get with both the Decepticons and Autobots, there's also Cons and Bots with "normal" jobs in both factions.

Like, sure yeah we get scientists and doctors, engineers and programmers, but usually in big important or warfront positions. (For plot reasons, understandably.) But it's also really funny and interesting to think of those that worked background positions, or minor jobs.

Like an Autobot working in their equivalent of an HR department, or a Decepticon who runs one of their outpost's or starship's kitchens.

Just all the pre-war jobs that didn't just disappear with the war, but instead evolved to exist within the factions.

It's particularly funny with the Decepticons though, because it could be a super mundane job or situation, but because it's them, it has to have an air of ~e v i l~ to it, either legitimately and/or merely for the vibes, like Tarn's "performance reviews".

[soulofamy]

another crudely sketched angelscales study break

[fandomsmeantheworldtome]

some gifs of Reece Shearsmith in great british bake off

[itspileofgoodthings]

deeply loving something or someone does not equal (≠) worshipping something. connecting with an artist’s body of work does not equal (≠) being invested in a celebrity for no reason besides their fame and power and money. hope this helps.

[shifting-diary]

HOLY SHIT SHIFTING REVELATION:

I got a reading done a few months ago, that said my indecision on deciding where to go and overthinking my shifting routine, was keeping me in my CR.

For a while, I didn’t understand *why* this was stopping me from shifting, but then I realised:

The more I think about being anxious in my CR about trying to go to my DR, the more likely I am to be stuck here - because I’m too busy worrying about issues in my CR, when I could be worrying about my DR issues instead!

In shifting, you’re trying to detach yourself from your CR and move to your DR, so worrying about your CR problems is just going to keep you grounded in this reality.

And that’s why you. Let. Your. CR. Go.

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[greasydumbfuck]

nobody understands frank like i do (i do not understand him either)

[mississpissi]

it’s such a big pet peeve of mine when cooks get pissy about having to cook around dietary restrictions… like this is ur job! get creative! it’s an opportunity to try something new! ur telling me u can’t think of a SINGLE good dish without meat that’s not a salad?? u can’t come up with something delicious that doesn’t have dairy??? fuck u gordon ramsey for telling everyone vegan food is stupid. it’s such a lazy mindset.

[sun-stricken]

‘The Exit’ by Conan Gray, and Galuna Island

Feels like we had matching wounds // But mine's still black and bruised // And yours is perfectly fine now

Lyon and Gray lost the same person, were there when she sealed the demon away, when she was killed. they shared that trauma, reason for it be damned, they shared that experience.

From what Lyon saw on Galuna, Gray had ‘healed’ as to speak; He had friends, he was apart of the strongest guild in Fiore, one that pridefully spoke of being family. He had his happily ever after;

But what about Lyon? Where was his? He very clearly hasn’t healed, his wounds are still bleeding for all to see. He spent every waking moment since Ur’s death searching for for vengeance, for a way to prove himself.

He hasnt allowed himself the chance to heal, he wasnt saved, it still hurts. So why does Gray, the boy who killed his master get to be happy?

Feels like we buried alive // Something that never died // So, God, it hurt when I found out

Gray and Lyon never had closure, how could they? They never go to say a true goodbye to their master, to each other. They were both witnesses to the same atrocity.

Ur made a selfless sacrifice that costed her life, and they had front row seats for the whole thing. That memory, that trauma, will never die. They cant put that away, cant bury it, no matter how desperately they try.

When Gray saw Lyon on Galuna, saw what he was doing, it was a gut punch. He was trying to free that fucking demon, the one that devastated cities, killed thousands, tore his world apart, took away their master. He was trying to reverse the last thing Ur did, the last thing she did for them.

and God, was that a realization painful.

[thebyter]

i read this one uu fic where ash knows tht spoke is spoke inthe mafia episode and its lkke him giving spoke a ceremony outfit and its kinda gay with all of the caressing and shit but idk if i like them that way Id prefer to see them in a toxic platonic way but the author might make them kiss if they make a sequel but ill pretend that its a cheek kiss instead if they do

[hisame-chan]

i will explain myself

later

it's only partially my fault i swear

[kaiotisk]

doc: so all ur blood tests came back completely normal but idk about sending u to a psychiatrist they have a lot to do rn and we have to prioritize others me: (((((((((((((((: ye ok