#this is not the worst I’ve done

[adhd-languages]

Any time someone tells me their name I reply with the most unhinged nonsense.

Yesterday I met someone named John and I replied, “Oh, like the Baptist?”

[tweedfeather]

…too soon?

[daily-yin]

Day 20

[addsalwayssick]

@rosekillermicrofic || prompt: infinite || word count: 334

“Fuck me,” Evan groaned. He slammed his quill down on the desk in front of him.

Barty looked over to him. “Dude, what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know how long this potion lasts.” Evan tells him, sighing.

Barty gets up from his place on Evan’s bed and walks over to Evan. He grabs the quill from where it sits on the paper and leans over Evan. He feels Evan stiffen underneath him.

Barty hums. “I suppose it would last infinite,” He whispers next to Evan’s ear.

Evan’s face goes bright red as he coughs. “Jesus, back up Bee,” He says.

Barty doesn’t move. “Why? Think i’m gross or something?” He teases. Barty runs his hands along Evan’s chest teasingly. “Don’t you just hate when I do this?”

Evan pushes his chair back. “Barty I said knock that shit off,” He hissed at him.

Barty puts his hands up in defense. “Just messing around man. What’s got your knickers twisted?”

“Nothing,” Evan huffs.

“No, genuinely, what the fuck is so bad about touching me, Evan?” Barty asks, raising his eyebrow.

“Leave it, Barty.” Evan grumbles.

“Am I that disgusting to you? God, Rosie. We’ve been friends forever. I’ve touched you before. Lately you’ve been like this- what the fuck did I do to make you stop wanting to touch me? Jesus, Ev, just tell me and i’ll change it, I-“ Barty says, throwing his hands out, his voice breaking.

Evan seems to have an internal battle with himself before grabbing the front of Barty’s shirt and pressing their lips together. Barty hesitates for a bit, and Evan thinks he made a grave mistake before he feels hands in his hair and lips moving against his.

“Oh,” Barty says dumbly as Evan releases him. “That’s why.”

“Yeah that’s why,” Evan tells him.

“So does that mean you like me or…?” Barty asks.

Evan covers his face with his hands. “For how smart you are, you’re so stupid,” Evan tells him. Barty gives him a crooked grin.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

“hold on to your heart” // do me a favour live at forest hills stadium new york 08/09/23 ♡

[teehee-vibes]

Thinking of Jay and Drey today…

[dabisbratz]

when nerd!eren takes you out on an official date for the first time he’s so nervous. considers combin his hair back (doesn’t stay in place anwyay), argues with himself over glasses vs contacts (opts for glasses, he knows you like em), sprays so much cologne he almost has an asthma attack . . . n when he’s finally got you there he’s missin all his cues, his voice cracks with every other word, n you’ve never seen him so flustered. bright red the whole date, hands clammy, tremblin like he’s been caught in a snow storm. but it’s so memorable— even when he walks off to the bathroom for a good twenty minutes, his awkward charm is jus so.. endearin.

[medi-bee]

isat pokemon au, my liege?

my rambling in tags

[ohitslen]

Sharing a meal

I wrote something for this below the cut if you’re interested :)

They never eat anything too tasty, surviving with packeted rations and canned food in their journey. Sometimes they would stop at a little restaurant and eat a nice meal; it really tasted like something gourmet after days of going with grain bars and dry jerky.

There were fleeting moments in between conversations in which one of them would remember some dish, from back in the day when things were easier and they didn’t worry about too many things. They never went deeper into the topic, just mentioning how they missed a good meal.

Staying at an inn or any motel was an expensive thing to pay for. However sometimes they had some extra money from an odd job Vash did or from Wolfwood’s undertaker services, and they would always rent a room as a treat for themselves.

It was a surprise when they entered the room and saw a small kitchen. The space was a little too cramped but it had everything they needed, it was like a deluxe room when they though about all the places they had been at. None of them had a kitchen at all, maybe they had a tiny stove or a mini fridge, perhaps a table sometimes but never the whole set together.

They both looked at each other to confirm they really were seeing the thing, smiling excitedly.

They could make a meal for themselves.

Vash knew how to cook, he had done some work on kitchens throughout his life. A few times he helped Rem when he was a child, he knows how to defend himself. Yet he didn’t know any recipes by heart, not any that would be inside their budget at least. He could get creative and probably whip up a thing or two if he was given enough time.

“I know what to do” Wolfwood said with a smile that irradiated a melancholic warmth interrupting his thoughts . A smile Vash had only seen when he talked about the things he loved.

Vash didn’t suggest anything in the end and just followed what the other man told him to do.

He went to buy all the things Wolfwood asked him for. Vegetables and some thoma meat. There seemed to be some spices in the room so he only bought garlic and onion as per Wolfwood’s request.

When Vash got back, he found Nick at the table arranging the ingredients the kitchen already had. He was already showered, hair messy and with droplets of water hanging on the tips. Getting closer, he could smell the soap, the cheap shampoo and the lingering scent of nicotine that never seemed to go away. He was changed into a black, long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose dark blue pants.

His overall appearance made Vash think how the edges of the man were less sharp, he seemed more relaxed and at ease, even if it wasn’t entirely the case. He just looked, soft.

“Hey welcome back, did you bring what I asked you for or will I have to use your meat for this?” Wolfwood greeted him without looking up from his task, the ingredients being the most interesting thing in the world it seemed.

Something warm pooled at the pit of Vash’s stomach, he didn’t know why that was and didn’t bother to think about it either, just enjoying the feeling.

Smiling, he placed the bags on the table in front of Wolfwood, taking out its contents. “I’m sure I brought everything yeah, I hope my life can be spared”.

The priest snorted at him and grabbed a potato that was rolling off the table. “Aight then, make yourself useful and start washing these and then chop ‘em to reasonable bitable sizes”. Losing no time, he took the meat and was cutting it while giving out the instructions.

While Vash was washing and chopping, the other was already preparing the meat putting it in a pot with boiling water. Once Vash was finished with all he was asked to do, Wolfwood ushered him to take a shower while the food was done, wanting to have more space in the narrow place. Vash did as told in that as well.

The shower felt great, all of the gross stickiness from the sweat and other things were finally washed off from his body. He felt light and a thousand times more content.

As he opened the door the smell hit him in the face, a delicious scent that surely tasted even better. Wolfwood was stirring the pot, poking some of the potatoes to make sure they were on the right term, and they seemed to be as he turned off the stove.

Vash got closer, mouth already watering just from the thought of how it’d taste “That smells so good! What did you make?” He asked with a big grin plastered all over his face.

Wolfwood pointed at the table with his hand, signaling him to sit down a little dismissively while he looked for the bowls on his own. It seemed like he was the kind that with less people on the kitchen when he was there, the better. “Just a broth, nothing too wow it’s something easy, and on budget”. Vash hummed with wonder and served two cups of water to busy himself with something.

Wolfwood poured the two servings of the broth, it was still hot and the bowl must surely be scalding. Yet Wolfwood’s calloused hands never flinched, placing their food on the table without much trouble along with a pair of long spoons.

“Be careful or you will murder your tongue” he warned and Vash chuckled.

“Thanks for the heads up chef, ‘preciate it” the other just scoffed at the title and sat down across him .

They both mixed the broth while blowing at it in hopes for it to cool down a little. However seeing how they were both starving and didn’t care too much about getting burnt or not, they just started to dig in.

Wolfwood was eating eagerly, having spoonful after spoonful of his food. He was beyond delighted. It had been a long time since he had the chance to prepare the broth he used to have back at the Orphanage.

“It’s…delicious” he heard Vash say in a low and calm tone. When he looked up to see the man, he was shocked to find him with reddish eyes that were glistening with tears. It didn’t seem like when was doing a show or anything of the sorts, he just seemed…at peace.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite possibly one of the most simple dishes Vash has ever eaten. It was made with the things that they could afford with the little money they could spare, the ingredients were definitely not of the best quality, the vegetables could have used a little more time on the pot. And it was delicious.

Vash felt incredibly warm inside, similar to how he felt when Wolfwood greeted him when he got back, just a thousand times stronger. The first sip he had of it tasted like the best thing ever cooked in his whole life, something he would have every day of the year for the rest of eternity. He didn’t know why that was at first, but after having a second spoon of it he could tell what it was.

It tasted like home.

The flavor of it, it was homely, the savor of melancholy. It tasted like their conversations about missing the past. The tang of the times they would have a peaceful night in the desert grilling worm meat around a campfire. It reminded him when he got sick and an old lady had given him a bowl of soup. It tasted like the first time Rem had given them a try of what meat and vegetables tasted like. It tasted like all the things he missed, and the things Nicholas most likely missed too.

The familiarity of it made him feel fuzzy and full on the inside, and he couldn’t stop eating. He was slow while doing it, wanting to savor every bit of what he could have while it lasted. It was rich, it was simple and it was perfect.

“…You want some more?” At some point, Nicholas had already finished his own bowl and brought the pot over to serve himself again. He looked at Vash with something soft in his eyes the other could not name, his voice was gentle and gravely, sweet and easy on his ears just adding more to the warmth inside of him.

“Yes…yes please” Vash answered, voice cracking a little. Nicholas served him, the sound of the liquid being poured soothing his soul.

Vash ate again, and Wolfwood was looking at him. The priest was taking small sips of water from his cup, always holding it against his mouth even if he wasn’t drinking anything. Vash didn’t really notice when he had started tearing up, thick streams of salty water running through his cheeks, a pool of them welling up at his chin and falling down the wooden table making a puddle of happy tears.

Vash enjoyed the heartfelt broth. He was happy, that bit of simplicity was enough to make him forget of everything else and just focus on that moment.

It was so mundane. Vash smiled with overflowing tears in his eyes while Wolfwood just watched with a fond smile of his own behind his empty cup of water.

At that moment, they were not in a random room at a random place. They were in a place where they had brought their home to, sharing a meal with each other.

[ducktracy]

compilation of my villagers bullying me. this will be a growing collection. these are all from today alone.

[elizabethzoopzoop986]

How I THINK the tbhk characters would feel about imaginary numbers

Hanako- “isn’t this math why are there letters” ass kid

Nene- ????? So confused, they give her a head ache

Kou- thinks that the one 3D graph he was shown was cool looking, does not get it

Aoi- Gets them, does not like them, I think they light a rage in her soul more than they should

Mitsuba- why would I have an opinion on a math concept???? What??

Akane- Enjoys math and imagery numbers more than one probably should (got sad when the teacher said to ignore them because we don’t go into 3D in highschool(and honestly disappointed in himself that he thinks there so cool and fun))

Teru- can use them, understands them, thinks they’re difficulty is overhyped. Does not think about them after they are one the test

Tsukasa- “WHAt????!?!?? Can I eat it!!?!!?”

Natsuhiko- “How are numbers even imaginary… what does that even mean??”

Sakura- could learn them and use them, but does not care to bother herself with that

[claypigeonpottery]

I had a kiln nightmare 😣

[avadmortain]

nathanielhsewell → avadmortain

[kendallroygf]

btw this is probably one of the most insane and telling scenes in regards to stewy nd kendall. like the stewy-marcia interaction first off. the way it’s so clearly paralleling kenstewy with logan and marcia. stewy and marcia literally watch their respective persons in silence. also important to note that stewy was one of the first ppl to greet logan when he arrived probably bc he knew that one of the first things logan was going to do was approach kendall and he wanted to get in there first to gauge the situation + logan. but stewy’s concern for kendall in regards to what could happen when he’s in close proximity to logan is so clear and almost synonymous with marcia’s own concern/love for logan at this point. like it seems intentional that they were shown to be like. logan and kendall’s respective partners here

[kacievvbbbb]

But like hypothetically if I decided to make a series of YouTube video breaking down and rambling about how I think the first year trio encompass the full gradient scale of what it means to be “morally good” and how by the end of the series they have grown exponentially but their moral inner workings are so entrenched in who they are they never needed to change they just became more of who they already were.

Because initially Yuuji wants to save the world in that abstract way all heroes do, Megumi is only interested in saving those he can save and Nobara is only interested in those she wants to save. And all these are treated as morally valid by the narrative and not really flaws in need of changing but instead philosophies in need of refining and understanding.

Because Jujutsu Society as a whole encourages and thrives off a moral apathy or superiority, they are in the business of killing curses not saving lives and that ultimately raises the question of if you’re going out there everyday killing curses and inadvertently saving lives does it really matter the reason why? Or the morality behind it? Maybe not to you but to the society, maybe.

So anyway, hypothetically ….would you be hypothetically interested👀

[tulisydan]

The Bojan ~Official Music Video