#this was like pulling teeth this morning

[transmechanicus]

Sometimes love feels like you’ve splattered yourself against a wall and there’s really no dignified way to get back up from that

[some-pers0n]

I always feel a little out of place whenever I express my vehement disliking of biology as a branch of science to study. "Oh but it's so fun!" how do you people have fun with memorizing terminology. That stinks. I don't wanna count 517 individual formations of fungal bacteria and write a lab report on it. I don't wanna have to memorize like 49 different terms and all of their meanings. Where are the formulas? I miss my numbers

[distant--shadow]

experiencing the joys of reading ur own fic and being like, damn, this slaps, I am so immersed, I need more

also experiencing the frustrations of oh man, writing is such a pain in the butt though

[chiropteracupola]

Oh hello, will you be mine? / I haven't felt this alive in a long time...

[birdmenmanga]

weughh,,, exhausting...

[carcarrot]

am i allowed to have not great teeth if i just ask really niceys

[intertexts]

OOO and. 19. smiles cutely :3 i love ur writing ros im going 2 chew on my computer more wip snippets pls i wanna read more wip snippets 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

YAYAYAYAYYY hiii :33 <3 ASHE FOR U!!!!! i meant to watch pd tonight & accidentally got sucked into the tranches & now it is. midnight. oops.

[pears-trinkets]

everything sucks so hard rn idk

[i-didnt-do-1t]

psst, may i pls request “when did you learn how to do that?” with the delanceys? <3

Nox I am so sorry for posting this at 3am but I hope you enjoy <3

If Oscar hadn’t had a couple of whiskeys he wouldn’t have said it, but as it was his sight was a little blurry at the edges and a warm thrum was echoing through his body. It wasn’t often he could drink at home, usually preferring some cheap pub or bar out one of the shadier sides of town where he could pick a fight and not be noticed in the crowd, but Wiesel wasn’t home tonight, which meant him and Morris were sat in the kitchen together, a half finished bottle between them. The hangover in the morning would probably be hell but he decided it was worth it.

He’d kicked his feet up on the table in front of him, arm thrown casually over the back of his chair, the one that Morris had thrown his jacket over once they’d stepped through the door (he’d have to remind him to hang it up before Wiesel got home)

Morris had been working since they got back, some kind of paper work Wiesel never bothered to hand to Oscar so he assumed there was nothing to read on it. Usually it meant Morris had to get it done by the next morning but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a glass of cheap whiskey sat next to his smouldering cigarette.

Oscar craned his head again to glance at the clean sheet of paper Morris was scrawling on and his frown deepened as he tried to make out the numbers and what the hell they meant. He knew it was something for Uncle Wies, something about the stacks of papers and pay and all the other mathematic stuff Oscar wasn’t involved with but Morris was occasionally asked to look over.

“When did you learn how to do that?”

The question had left his mouth before he even realised he was thinking it.

Morris glanced up at him, brows pulled together, like Oscar was stupid and asking a stupid question. “What?”

He nodded toward the page. “Numbers. Math. I sure as hell didn’ teach you like I taught you everythin’ else.”

Morris took a drag of his cigarette.

“Definitely weren’t you.” He tapped out the ash. “You’re a shit teacher by the way.”

“You’re a shit brother.”

Morris rolled his eyes and turned back to his sheet, scanning it again

Oscar let the silence sit for a second as he watched him, trying to pin down any familiarity in the action, any familiarity in the way his eyes narrowed when he reached something he didn’t quite seem to get.

“Was it ma?”

Morris stopped again, the grip around his pencil tightening near imperceptibly but not subtly enough that Oscar didn’t notice

“What?”

“Did ma teach you numbers?”

Morris frowned at him, like the question didn’t make sense. And maybe it didn’t, Oscar wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure how many glasses of whiskey were in his system either. Didn’t keep count. Would’ve struggled to keep count if he’d tried.

“Course she didn’t.” Morris said eventually, and then with his cigarette between his teeth. “She teach you numbers?”

“She tried.”

“She failed.”

Oscar sent him a blank stare and a middle finger at that, anger somewhere low in his stomach, weighted down by the alcohol that usually surfaced it. (Maybe it just hadn’t reached that point in the night yet. There was still time for something to set him off)

“You can’t read.” He shot back, childish maybe but not untrue and if Morris was going to be a dick he could too.

“Means’ you failed Os.”

Oscar took a slow drag of his cigarette, staring down his brother as he exhaled smoke, fighting to keep the grin of his face.

“You’re an asshole Mo.”

Morris, he thought, looked unusually like their mother when he was exasperated but a little smug, not tired enough to be looking a fight. (Maybe it just hadn’t reached that point in the night yet.)

His lip pulled up a little at the edge in a rare almost smile, even if it was mocking and crooked. “Learnt from the best.”

[braintapes]

friends. can you grant me your wisdom in this trying time. do i take the morning class?

[choking-on-roses]

i've been putting off a very big and important task for weeks and i got it half done within an hour this morning and not only was it easy, i liked doing it. it was fun. 🤦‍♀️

[groupwest]

each day doesn’t actually exist if you wake up after 10 o clock especially if you get up after 11 or 12. time passes for everyone else but not really for you not in the same way. each day only counts if you see the morning light.

[racke7]

Got the results of the MRI.

No signs of anything bad.

Hmm...

[dashiellqvverty]

recently we had a patron trying to set up an insurance plan - she just came in to print out a statement then realized the plan was wrong, so she had to call the company to get more information. they told her the only way to change the plan was with the member portal online, and that someone from that department could help her change it over the phone, but she had to set up the account first. it was a slow day so i was able to help her do that, BUT THEN. after entering and submitting all the information. it did not send her an email to finish setting up the account. we ended up calling again and i spoke with someone with her (again, it was VERY dead and we were just at the desk trying to figure this out) BUT because this was for her HUSBANDS insurance they wanted HIM to confirm the information and the reason she was doing this for him is because he is over NINETY and CANT. and i'm not against saying "yes thats me" when youre calling on behalf of someone else but i dont think i couldve passed as a 90 year old man. anyway i wrote down everything that he was going to need to tell them and exactly the steps she needed to take and told her she could come back the next day for help setting up the account (i think once the account is set up i will be able to make the changes for her without needing to make another call) but she hasn't been back :(

[retiredteabag]

winter weight

synopsis: toji has gained some weight this winter - it seems you don’t mind

this is part two -> read about summer!toji here

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It's said that "happy weight" is a very real thing in healthy relationships. Toji had always prided himself on being a big man, he worked out frequently and ate like a beast. But his physique has mostly remained the same impressive form. This winter, however, seemed to have changed that for the very first time.

Toji had noticed these past few days that he'd seemed to have put on a couple of pounds. His shirts were tighter now than they used to be, some of his sleeves seemed to almost cut off circulation, and with a quick feel of his stomach, it was clear that his body was... softening up.

He was not "insecure" per say, just- not in love with his newly added weight. He found himself pulling at the flesh of his stomach, not accustomed to the added fat and he barely walked around the house shirtless as of late.

You'd comment on this newfound modesty of his and he'd play it off as if he had been cold, but you know that your man couldn’t get cold, even in this winter weather.

One afternoon as you both lounged on the couch, you saw him pulling at the front of his T-shirt, flowing it out and away from his body. He didn't seem to be doing it intentionally, eyes focused on the television, but you certainly noticed.

That night he even went to bed with a shirt on which might just have been the very first time he's ever done that in his life.

You went to bed with this notion on your mind. The thing was... the man was totally irresistible to you, so you couldn't quite understand if he was suddenly worrying about his figure.

Toji always awoke before you did in the mornings. When you heard him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, you stumbled out of bed and came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his form.

Toji is a big guy, he always has been. Only now you notice, when holding the man’s torso, your two arms barely reach around to the mans abs now…

You hum as you feel him up, and he doesn't push you away. Once upon a time you would have tried to tickle his sides, but having been around Toji for awhile now, you know he's not the ticklish type. Even so, your cold hands dance under his shirt and grope at him.

"Too early, ya know." You murmur into his broad back. "Won'tcha come back to bed."

"Get yer paws off me" he jitters, "you're freezing." He turns around to look at you now, facing downwards to meet your tired pout.

"Come warm up with me then." You finish speaking. Smooshing your cheeks into his back muscles and opening your mouth to press up against him and breathe a lung full of hot air through his shirt. While the warmth meets his spine you roll your hands back to his pudgy tummy, his happy trail…

"Alright, alright." He grabs the back of your neck and walks you back to bed. When you're just about within throwing distance, he grabs you by the sides of your chest and tosses you onto the mattress.

In the following moments you curl yourself upon him, your body splayed above his. Giggling, you can't help your wandering hands. He's so warm, you know?

He grabs at your wrist though, "Enough, don't fondle me." His eyes are teasing but you wonder if he's starting to feel unhappy with his body.

"Can't help it, you’re so handsome, ya' know?"

You can feel his muscles tense below you at the confession. He runs a hand through his hair and avoids your eyes. "Thats a bad argument."

You just hum and squish your arms under his back, molding your body to his.

Suddenly he speaks up, "I wouldn't work out as much if I knew you still liked me all fluffy". You hear an annoyed tint in his tone and move up to look at him.

"I like you in all your forms, Toji." And you mean it.

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes at your words and pulls your hands away.

"Don't move me, you're so hot." You tug your wrists in his grasp.

His eyebrows raise

He holds your gaze for a long while, and lifting a brow he slowly speaks, "Get another blanket then."

You stare at him, smiling. "No." You smoosh your face to his chest, "I wanna crawl under your skin... and eat your flesh..."

Toji knew what was coming, he gently pressed on your forehead before you could latch your jaw around his bicep.

"Don't. Even. Think about it." He holds in a giant grin.

"You're too chewable. C'mon..... comeoneeeee." You smirk at him, his palm still flush to your skull.

There's a pause, and just as you think he's gonna give in, he maintains pressure, running his hands down your neck, onto your waist and traps your body under his by rolling on top of you. There are wails of descent from your crushed form beneath him, but he holds you there, wrists in his grasp.

"Lemme go Toji." You tug at your wrists.

"Thought you wanted me heating you up." He huffs into your neck.

"Yeah, but I deserve the privilege of caressing a little more." You flex your hands again.

"You gonna behave?" his fingers run over your palms.

"Not a chance."

He grins, releasing you. Quick as lightning, your hands are up and under his shirt, running over his back. He's groaning into the mattress, something about icy hands, but he's sporting a big grin, leaning down to take a tiny bite of your shoulder.

[pleaseget-out]

That’s a lot of blood!