#this wasn't supposed to be adorable

[iamthecomet]

I neeeeeeed chaos twins Dew and Sunshine gettin in trouble with Mountain and Ifrit heuehha

hehheehehe. Ok, first of all. I have so many thoughts about Sunshine and Dewdrop and I never let myself explore them, and I don't know why? And also, angry!Mountain? And if you were hoping for smut, I'm sorry. You'll have to settle for giggling ghouls instead.

"DEWDROP!" Sunshine hides her face in Dew's collarbone and giggles. He braces his hand on the back of her head, fingers dug deep into her copper curls to press her face tighter to his chest. It's either in solidarity, or an attempt to suffocate her. The broom closet is small. Big enough to hold three brooms, a mop, and two very small ghouls. As it is, they're pressed together at every point. Sunshine's thigh is wedged between Dew's. His chin is in her hair. His heart is hammering against her forehead. Mountain's footsteps get closer. He's big and angry, and so he's stomping down the hall like he's trying to topple the abbey with each step. Sunshine tips her head up so she can look at Dew in the dim closet. The only light is a slant of it coming in through the door. It casts over Dew's face, highlighting one eye, and the bridge of his nose. His mouth is tipped up into a smirk that's getting dangerously close to being an actual smile.

Mountain's footsteps slow. Dewdrop must see something on Sunshine's face, a noise bubbling in her throat because suddenly his hand is clamped over her mouth, fingers digging roughly into her cheek. He looks down at her, eyes wild and wide. She's sure he's too hot to touch for any of the other ghouls, but to her, he just feels like the comforting warmth of a bonfire on a cool night. Suddenly, the light expands. The door opens. Dew stumbles, toppling to the floor as soon as the door isn't there to lean on anymore. He drags Sunshine with him, landing in a heap at Mountain's feet. Ifrit rounds the corner as if the commotion summoned him. It probably did. He and Mountain have been looking for them for a while. Dew and Sunshine have been hopping from room to room trying to avoid their wrath. In her defense, stealing their weed and replacing it with kitchen herbs seemed like a great idea at the time. And it's still pretty fucking funny. Though, to be honest, she'd rather be dealing with high Mountain and Ifrit, instead of you know, being high and dealing with Mountain and Ifrit. Dew groans from beneath her. Heaving out a sigh that sounds a lot like he's finally giving up. That's no good. "Get up," Mountain demands.

Sunshine looks up at him and Ifrit, arms crossed, brows furrowed down. Ifrit's tail flicks back and forth like a cat getting ready to pounce. And that's no good either. She doesn't want to deal with the consequences now. She's still having fun. She looks over their heads, to the beams of light pouring in through one of the massive gable windows. She smiles sweetly up at Mountain. It's cruel, she knows, because he's a sucker for a soft smile, she watches his guard drop, just a little. And she reaches up, makes a fist, and suddenly the room is flooded with sunlight, blinding everyone but her. She jumps to her feet, hauling Dew up by the wrist, and bolts. "Go, go, go, go" she shrieks, dragging Dew behind her as she skids around the corner. "SUNSHINE!" Ifrit roars from the other hallway. Dew cackles. He's picking up speed now that he can see again. He overtakes her easily, adjusting their hold so their fingers are laced together as they run. He grins at her, "I've got the perfect place."

[bucky-obsessed]

This scene!

I love how they filmed this scene and idk why but I just love it!

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[kanerallels]

trick or treat!

Have a picture of my cat, all snuggled up in my blanket, sitting on my bed!

[princess-of-purple-prose]

HIII writing prompt “monster” and 7? 💕

Giggling the teensiest bit, I love you <3 No, really, I love you, because 7 was, amusingly, the wildcard number, so randomly picking landed me on TIM STOKER, and I don’t think I’ve ever written in his pov before but this CONSUMED ME?? I haven’t written this much in one go in weeks, forget this fast?? This also, uh, turned into full-out jontim, which was a complete accident because this was SUPPOSED to be a meditation on him mid-Research era. Aha. Enjoy!!!!

“—and that,” Jon declares, “is why it’s so vital to continue establishing Hope Spots, not just in spots ripe for ecotourism, but across the world.” He takes what must be his first breath in ten full minutes, and it’s only then that he seems to register Tim and Sasha’s twin gleeful expressions. His own expression goes a little funny. “Tim, Sasha, please tell me you weren’t—”

Sasha is already stabbing at her phone, fumbling a little before she actually hits the right button. “Twelve minutes and forty-six seconds! A new record!”

“The man’s a monster!” Tim toasts Jon with a whoop, and Jon—there’s really no other word for it: he fully pouts at Tim, wrinkling his nose so primly it makes Tim want to bear-hug him right then and there. He sublimates the urge by being even more over-the-top, trying to see if he can make Jon’s nose scrunch up even more. “Attenborough who! I want all my documentaries voiced by this man!” Opposite him, Sasha dissolves into tiny giggles, sweet and delicate as a spray of mayflowers.

“Sasha missed the ‘stop’ button about five times, you can’t call that—” Jon snorts, but his cheeks have turned the rich cherry of his desk back at Research, so he can’t be that mad about their subpar timekeeping of his latest incredibly disorganized, incredibly endearing overview of the last documentary he watched.

“Jonnnnnn, take the win!” Tim cries, and he gives in and slings an arm around Jon’s shoulder like it belongs there. God, the man’s teeny, they need to make sure he gets some carbs in him. On that note— “Take some chips, too, you’re built like a bird!”

“And you’re built like,” Jon grumps, “a—a—” He scowls and takes a chip, presumably only to cover the fact that he’s too drunk to come up with a simile. Contrary little bastard, he is. “Get off me, you arse.”

Tim makes a complaining sound even as he immediately pulls away—only for Jon to jolt and then practically butt up into Tim’s hovering arm, far more housecat than bird. Tim freezes, not putting any pressure against Jon even though they’re skin-to-cardigan again.

“Jon…?”

Oh, there it is, there’s that wrinkled nose. Tim loses his breath, a little bit. “I didn’t mean it,” Jon says, scowling even harder than he’d been before and refusing to look Tim’s way. “It’s—It’s cold in here, alright?”

As a matter of fact, it is a comfortable degree of stifling in here, and Jon is in a cardigan that’s more than enough to ward off the mild autumnal chill and drunk besides. Jon seems well aware of this, or maybe not aware at all, because as Tim settles tentatively against him again, he grabs for his long-forgotten glass and downs the rest of it. Tim gives Sasha a wide-eyed look, only for her—traitor! Disloyal turncoat!— to smirk back, propping her chin up with a hand and arching her perfect eyebrows at him.

“Oh, shut up,” he snips, cheeks warming, just as Jon sets down his now-empty glass. Jon turns to him curiously, having entirely missed the exchange, and Tim turns his brightest beam on him and coos, “Not you, you’re a delight and I’m glad you’re sitting next to me and not”—he aims another scowl her way, and Sasha sticks her tongue out at him—“Sasha over there, because she gives me a hard enough time without you there to egg her on worse.”

Sasha smirks harder. Tim wishes he could kick her under the table without Jon noticing.

“I’m perfectly capable of siding with her even while sitting practically on top of you,” Jon sniffs, drier than anyone should be capable of being with that quantity of liquor in them, and Tim gapes in outrage even as delight fills him up to the tips of his ears to match Jon’s still-red cheeks.

“That’s what I like to hear, Jon!” Sasha cheers, raising her own empty glass to him. Jon quirks a wicked little grin and does the same.

Tim emits a high-pitched squawk of disbelief. “With friends like you, who needs enemies?” He sags dramatically against Jon, relishing in his little grumble of annoyance as he gets crushed. “What’s a guy to do?”

“Buy us more drinks?” Sasha suggests innocently to the tune of Jon’s sniggering, and Tim groans theatrically even as he flags down the waiter for another round. Monsters, the both of them! he laments to himself. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

[radioactive-cloud]

those past few days are really testing my patience with some of the takes and opinions i've seen on the internet and i'm so fucking done with all of this i just want to delete all my accounts from everywhere and live somewhere in the woods (as far away from russia as i can) and to never come in contact with another human being again

[jigsawwrangler]

Graydon Hastur is best boy.

[allofthefreedoms]

AU in which Zog was the one to manipulate himself the entire time into doing everything he has done + rescuing Talion and becoming his ally only to make both of them spiral and later Talion becomes a nazgul and this is up to debate if it was a consequence of their actions or it was up to Talion exclusively. The fact is that it's the event that pushes Zog into this huge manipulation game because he can't accept Talion's fall and so he has to destroy himself in the process to; he also can't get over the fact that he was defeated by Talion so he's also taking revenge. It ends with both of them dying.

[lesbolordo]

Anyone here plays HP : Magic Awakened ?? Nah cuz I didn't expect myself to like the game so much but I actually fell in love with the graphims lmao.

If you do, feel free to join me for some funnies, I'm on the Puffskein server.

I'm currently drawing an ancient magic card in the game's art syle.... Too many things to do.

[ofgravitation-moved]

@ofdetonation​​ said: katsuki places a bento in front of ochako without warning, not even gracing her with an answer as to what resides within  —  leaving it for her to find out.  in the bento is a non-spicy curry for lunch, onigiri and some cut vegetables for snacks, strawberry mochi as a treat, and two christmas themed cookies.  those, specifically, are for the holiday spirit, one of them a snowman and the other a christmas tree…  but when did he find the time to make them?  /  <3

she was never a big breakfast person. sure, it probably was the most important meal of the day-- but with her stomach? it was never a great idea to fill up, honestly. with her quirk there was always a fear with overeating, or for that matter-- eating too little. 

when she was younger, her diet was never something she’d paid much attention too. since starting ua and the pro hero course, though, that’s changed. in order to improve her stamina with her quirk usage, ochako had drastically changed her diet. at first, she realized eating less meant no drawbacks. if she wasn’t eating, there was less chance of her getting sick in zero gravity-- but then, not eating enough? she had no energy or strength. she’s come to learn that food was more a necessity than she realized. 

it took a while, but after working with a nutritionist and asking some advice of lunch rush, ochako had come up with a few ways to better manage her dilemma! eating better balanced meals, and keeping some small snacks with her had been the key all along! .. laying off the mochi and sweets stunk, but, if it prevented her from getting sick? she’d do what she had too.

“ !!! ” the thump on her desk that morning before class, nearly made ochako float out of her chair! in front of her was a bento, katsuki’s bento. ... when had she left her door open? class didn’t start for another half hour! -- when did he?! hazel eyes glance briefly up at ash blond hair, and she raises a brow? “ -- eh? what’s this? ” he avoids her gaze, which makes ochako huff. either he’s smug and waiting for her to open it, or hen just doesn’t wanna tell her.  rude.

it doesn’t take ochako long to open the bento, and when she does, her heart skips a little inside her chest. her eyes light up at all the love and care put into one small bento and she even puts a hand over her mouth in surprise, when she sees the treats he’s given her-- in particular, the christmas cookies. 

cookies could be breakfast, right? and without thinking what her punishment would be, ochako picks one up and bites the star of the christmas tree! with rosy cheeks, ochako grins excitedly and makes some cute, adorable, chako noises at just how good it tastes! “ k-kats! that’s the best cookie! ... ever! ” she looks at the bento, and sets the rest of the cookie back in it. she tilts her head with a smile, opens her arms and stands up to pull katsuki into a sweet, and thankful squish of a hug. “ thank you so much! ” did she float herself ever so slightly to kiss his cheek? yes! 

she comes back down to the ground, smooths her school skirt and tilts her head again. “ hey.. when did you do all of this? these cookies are so intricate! not to mention the actual lunch-- and the mochi?! ” shocked, ochako looks back at him and just smiles, with a laugh. “ ... you’re not gonna tell me, are you? ” there’s a pause, as hand reaches to seal the bento. hazel lifts to meet crimson and there’s a cheeky glint within them. 

“ okay! that’s fine! don’t come complaining to me when i tell everyone at lunch that my BOYFRIEND made me the best bento ever!! they’re ALL gonna want one! ” ... yep, she’s running out of her own room, but she didn’t leave without a wink over her shoulder! 

[malachitezmeyka]

I know it's useless to get mad at the dog, she's just a hyperactive little thing who doesn't know how to behave yet. She's left home alone for at least 6 hours every day and she's bored, I can't blame her for tearing apart her training pads or shitting all over the place. Even if I did, she must have done it hours ago, dogs don't get that actions that happened so long ago have consequences and all me yelling at her will result in is her being scared of me. I know all that, I do

So WHY am I still so angry at her?? Why does it feel satisfying to lash out and see her scurry away??? She doesn't deserve to be treated like that, she doesn't know any better. And I don't know how to teach her to know better, I don't have the patience for it. She deserves better than me

[applecorething]

thinking about the kind of adoring tenderness shared between men at ease with one another.

[emphistic]

can i request smth like sukuna bringing reader to meet his family for the first time? ^^

"Uncle Sukuna bought me these Legos for my birthday last week!" Yuuji pointed to a dinosaur on the shelf, "It took me a long time to build it, but Uncle helped me."

The kid had been dragging you around the house ever since dinner was over, holding your hand while insisting on showcasing all of his toys and artwork and racecars.

Sukuna was always a man of few words, so when you first met Yuuji, you thought the cute little bugger would be no different. But no, Yuuji was far from shy and quiet around you. In fact, the first thing he said to you after you entered the house was a bunch of garbled and unintelligible compliments. Saying how he liked your shoes, and the hairstyle you did on yourself.

He talked and talked your head off with no care in the world. Dinner passed quickly, and Yuuji led you upstairs to show you his room. You found it adorable that he had a little twinkle in his eyes while explaining something he was passionate about; it reminded you of a special someone.

"That's so cool, Yuuji! Do you have a favorite Lego that you've made?" you smiled.

Yuuji seemed to grow silent for the first time that evening, "Umm, no. I think they're all my favorite!"

Laughing, you ruffled his hair. "That's okay," you booped him on the nose, "you're my favorite."

Yuuji looked up at you with eyes the size of saucers, gasping, "Really? More than Uncle?"

You put a finger to your lips, making a shushing sound; and Yuuji giggled at the fact he shared a secret with you. When the adults started opening beer and wine bottles in the living room, Sukuna called you downstairs to join him as he drank with his brother and his brother's wife.

"I'm going to go have a drink—"

"That's okay! I have to do something, too." Yuuji playfully kicked you out of his room with a few giggles, and got to work on whatever it was he was doing.

Downstairs, you had a better chance to get to know Sukuna's family now that there wasn't a little kid trying to butt his way into the conversation as well. Jin asked you about your work and how you and his brother met; you talked about some of your hobbies and Sukuna—being himself—boasted about how good of a partner you were. It was, all in all, a pleasantly spent evening.

When it was time for you to call it a night, you were about to make your leave when suddenly, Yuuji came running down the stairs, yelling for you and Sukuna to wait.

"What is it, brat?" asked Sukuna, tired from having a beer too many, which earned an elbow to his side from you.

Yuuji beamed, gesturing to what was in his hands, "Look, tada! It's Uncle, and me, and Mom, and Dad, and my aunt!"

Turns out, when Yuuji said he had some thing to do, he was really just building characters out of Legos that represented you, Sukuna, and his parents. Surprisingly, the models were pretty accurate, too. Well, except for. . .

"The hell did you make a redhead for? That supposed to be your uncle, kid?" Sukuna joked, turning to you, "Don't tell me your cheating on me with a ginger."

[heeseungsbm]

thinking about fuck buddy jake... (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

₊˚⊹ pairing❥: jake x female reader

jake's sex drive is extremely high. he can't remember the last time he was able to go a week without it, he's always horny so he's grateful to have you to accompany his needs when he calls. he loves a good quickie and doesn't really care where you do it. fucking you when and where you're not supposed to gives him a pleasurable adrenaline rush, and he's really good at not getting the two of you caught. ♡

you've fucked in numerous peculiar locations; the couch at his grandparent's house, a victoria's secret fitting room, a playground late at night, his little brother's closet— listen... being squished on his lap for an hour during hide and seek wasn't going to end any other way. you surprisingly haven't done anything in a movie theater yet, but he absolutely plans on it.

jake's favorite place to fuck you is definitely in his car where you can get loud as ever. he loves taking you to the back, bending you over and pounding your pussy until the seats get sticky with sweat and cum, the windows get so fogged up from both of your hot heavy breathing combined.

fuck buddy jake will always give you head before fucking you. he has the most plump, voluminous lips that make you feel better than any toy can. he'd whisper against your cunt that aches for him, spitting on it and smearing the saliva around with his digits to prepare you for his tongue+fingering combo. the way you look down at him with so much adoration when he's in between your legs makes him crazy hard, and it feels so good to give his cock slow strokes as he french kisses your pussy. he keeps a certain length to his hair solely because he loves how you run your fingers through it while he makes soft suctions on your sensitive clit, how you grip it hard to grind against his soft lips before cumming in his mouth.

you never cared for australian accents until you met your fuck buddy jake. the way he speaks is just saurrr sexy, his tone is soft and sweet with you and it makes a complete pool in your panties. you easily do anything he asks. he thinks it's so cute how embarrassingly wet you get from his voice alone, so he makes sure to talk you through your orgasms as much as he can when you fuck. most of all, jake loves to call you his good girl, it's his favorite line of praise. "you look so pretty taking my dick. you wanna be a good girl and cum for me?" he'd talk your head off during missionary, showering you in filthy compliments.

fuck buddy jake likes to text you consistently. sending good morning & goodnight texts just feels right to him, and he always insists you text that you made it home safely after you leave his place. he's the first person you send selfies to before you post them on social media, and of course he gets the exclusives, if you're picking up what im putting down. you two exchange nudes and sext back and forth during late horny hours, he desperately fucks his fist in his bed to the nasty messages that pop up on his screen. he likes to send you videos of him stroking his dick and cumming all over his abdomen with his face in the frame, you save and touch yourself to them when he's not able to come over ❤︎₊ ⊹

fuck buddy jake loves to mark your body, even though you're not officially his. he'd hungrily bite and suck on the sweet spots of your flesh, creating dark bruises in places only he gets to see. not your neck since its too obvious, but your tummy, in between your thighs, and his favorite place�� your tits. he hates when you wear tops that expose your chest and will pull up your top when nobody is looking, because all his hickies reside there, which are only for his eyes only.

fuck buddy jake is a whiney moaner, he just cannot help himself with the way your warm walls grip and tighten around his cock. he gets really high pitched and breathless, really loud when he's about to cum. "shit, oh fuck you feel so good. im gonna cum inside you," he'd moan pathetically, throwing his head back as unbearable bursts of pleasure pulse through his body. the groans he makes during sex are probably your favorite part of the entire thing, they're needy and dramatic. when giving him blowjobs you purposely continue to suck and tease his tip after he cums, just to hear him whimper and beg you to stop because he sounds so cute >؂•̀

jake tries his best to last for you, but sometimes he physically can't. you love how easily he leaks his seed though, it's kinda hot... especially because his load is always so excessive and messy. he'll use a condom depending on if you want to, but you almost never do, you love to fuck raw thanks to your handydandy bc pill. his pull out game is terrible... but to be fair, the warm sensation of his semen shooting up inside you feels too good to ever want something between the two of you.

fuck buddy jake cares alot about your pleasure. with his past bodies all he cared about was getting his own nut, but with you its different. when you first started messing around, he read books and took notes on female anatomy to make sure he knew exactly how to make you feel good, how to thrust, where to lick, where to grope, where to suck. you'd think he was a virgin after going through his search history; "how to make a girl cum from head" "how to make her squirt" "how do you find a girl's gspot?" he knows better than to learn from porn. he gets so carried away like a complete nerd, sitting and watching educational sex videos for hours at night with his dick hard, planning what he'll do to you the next day.

fuck buddy jake calls you his girl/girlfriend jokingly, but deep down inside there's meaning behind it. he's had the gushiest crush on you ever since the first day you met, and having secret sex nearly every day only deepened his infatuation for you and made him fall in love. however, he would never confess unless you hinted at it first. he has a great fear of rejection and would hate to make things "weird" between the two of you if you didn't want something more than just moaning each other's names behind closed doors.

all he can do is cross his fingers, hoping that one day his dick game will make you cum to your senses.

(yes, that was a pun pls LAUGH)

𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯!

🏷️ @emowonz cornered and bullied me to drop bye

reblog if you enjoyed <3 pretty please💕 i'll do heeseung's tmrw most likely. have a goodnight/day/evening babe

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve been fired exactly once in my life. In my early twenties I was working at a pizza place. The pizzas were artisanal, thin crust and personal. They’re a huge chain now but when I first started the company was in its infancy. It was the wild west of management, and the core investors would frequently stop by to check on things. One of these people was this round little man with rage issues. A knock off Danny Devito with no charisma at all.

His favorite thing to do was to come in on a Friday or Saturday night. We'd be at our stations: taking orders, making pizza, manning the oven, finishing orders off, running the cash register. He'd shove his way onto the line and start rearranging people. "You, get off orders and work the cash register, you come over and make the pizzas!" With a line of customers snaking out the door he'd throw off all our grooves and rattle us.

Then, inevitably, a mistake would happen.

When it did he'd call the person over and say, "Hey c'mere. You're fired." Just like that. No inflection, just a flat "You're fired." It was absolutely a power kink, and because of his involvement the average turn over was three months. You were a veteran at five months.

One night there was only three of us manning the front. I took an order than went to the cash register to ring them out before I made the pizza. This horrible man watched that then called me into the back. I didn't know if I was about to be fired. But I wasn't. In fact, he had one other move besides firing people. He yelled.

In the back he absolutely lost his mind screaming at me for being on the cash register. I'm talking veins popping, spit flying, red with rage, this man just started bellowing nonsensically about where I should be and how I was just such a failure. It was truly like his brain had shut off, nothing he was saying even made sense. I stood there in the face of this tirade for a minute and then set a record for being the first person to ever cut him short by bursting into tears.

He instantly stopped yelling and it was like Jekyll and Hyde. He was remorseful and consoling, deeply embarrassed by my display of emotion. All my male coworkers just took the abuse but faced with my weeping he about faced and instantly backed off. I went outside to cry and when I came back in he pretended it had never happened.

That was the state of things. The investors knew they desperately needed to keep this man out of the stores, but they couldn't just give him the boot. They needed to move him aside and fill his position with someone. The store manager was this lovely woman who had hired me on the spot at my interview. The entire staff adored her. She was the best fit to get this roided out investor out of the stores for good.

Her replacement was this man called Anthony. He was instantly loathed by the entire staff. Condescending, critical, and lazy he started off his reign by letting go a core lead who "back talked." He spent a whole morning berating the opening crew because the closing crew (who had sold 100 more pizzas than we were even supposed to have on hand) had forgotten to windex the doors. He left the entire crew to close without him while he flirted with a girl who wasn't his pregnant girlfriend. He hired his roommate to replace the lead he fired and even that guy hated his guts.

Our antipathy toward him made him paranoid and resentful and one by one he started finding excuses to fire the whole staff, certain that if he could clean house he'd be able to do the job. My time came, and he sat me down with his boss, my former manager. She cried as he announced I wasn't personable enough and used too many pepperonis.

I looked at her, the woman who had trained me on how many pepperoni to use, but she said nothing. What could she say? He was the boss now and had determined I was going to be let go regardless. Too many in this case was seven. Seven pepperonis on a personal pizza. The correct number was five according to him, which is one pepperoni per slice, and one in the middle.

I sat there for a moment, taking it in. I smiled at my old manager, obviously miserable. I looked back at him and said, "You're a terrible manager, you're doing the worst imaginable job." I outlined some of the things he'd done so she could hear them, then I stood up and left. I made it to the back room before I started crying.

I found out later through a bus boy that he replaced the whole staff with college kids who had such limited availability that the store couldn't run, then quit three months later leaving the whole place in shambles. Most of the old staff returned, but I'd moved onto the sex shop already and was enjoying a job with significantly less risk of being fired on a whim.

However I do have to disclose on job applications if I've ever been fired. I always says yes and list the reason as, "Excessive use of pepperoni." It has never failed to get a laugh from my interviewer.

[citruscloudsandmoon]

Did anyone cried at the ending of Disney 'the little mermaid (2023)'? No? I guess it was just me then 🥹🥲💔