#word vomit

[theogonize]

im like... sick and twisted over sugar daddy wilson who's enjoying his pretty young thing more than he ever anticipated. he's paying your tuition, half your rent and anything else, that you could adorn yourself with. every weekend he makes sure to taking you on a shopping spree, something that wasn't in your deal but he just really likes to see you happy. and also he gets one hell of a show each time.

something about basically paying you, more gifts than cash, dissolves his sexual inhibitions. you won't leave. you can't. he can, if he wants to, be less nice to you. he can fuck the way he was always scared to fuck, do the things he was scared to do with his girlfriends. but you're not his girlfriend, you're his sugar baby. there's a difference, no matter how much he listens to you talk incoherently about your interests, no matter how many nights you sleep over. he doesn't have to treat you like an equal. it's oddly emancipating, the idea of doing whatever he wants with you. the freedom to. unrestrained like he never was. a pet dog without his leash who gets to run wild but keeps pawing his neck, the feeling of the leash.

but he's still restrained. he's a gentleman, he's programmed that way. he would never go beyond your limits, never. when he fucks you particularly rough, the kind that makes your legs weak for days and leaves you feeling the ghost of his dick inside you every time you squeeze your legs, he buys you something particularly expensive. he just can't take without giving. you like it, of course you do, even though you tell him you like the way he fucks you too. he shouldn't apologize for prioritizing his pleasure. you're not his girlfriend, you are his sex doll. the one he likes to dress up in skimpy designer clothes he bought with his hard earned oncologist money.

you're starting to feel bad, kind of, because you're growing quite fond of him. it's impossible not to. he's the only man who isnt a pig. but this... this arrangement negates the idea of anything real ever happening. sometimes you both stay awake dwelling on the possibility at the same time, unbeknownst to each other. his heart beats precariously fast as his hand crawls into your palm one night, wanting so desperately to hold it.

he doesn't know how this thing is going to end.

when his analyst furrows his brows at the receipts from hermes and dior and chanel, he just shrugs. he can't help it, you're the most beautiful financial liability in the world.

[ratranine]

No but i think genshin's liyue is definitely based on China around the 1930s during or after the fall of the Qing dynasty and not ancient times, like i think that is an important part of Liyue's identity as a region with implications on the story too. Like, i feel like interpreting liyue as like the tang or han dynasty would be like interpreting a story set in fantasy france with themes of rebellion against monarchy with rococo aesthetics and fashion as during the medieval fairytale times because thats the only exposure to french stories you've had.

I can not emphasize enough how fitting i think it is for liyue to be a 1930s setting. The era of Emperors, myth, and dynasties is over, the old system of thinking about and doing things is over. You as a people have to come together to make something new, something better than what the heavanly appointed ruler could do. And what do you do with you traditions? Your culture that you already built around the old times? Do you reform those traditions? Do you toss them aside? Isn't that setting the most fitting for liyue? A story with dead gods, retired deities trying to keep of with the modern times? Isn't it? Isn't it?????

[thetac0wh0re]

I would look cute bent over the nearest flat surface btw 🥰

[cat-eg]

new hbomberguy vid moodboard

[animerot]

Speaking of the skating arc..

But the way ranma is not just fighting one, but TWO men over akane.. he was real busy this day. Also think it’s hilarious how ryoga as well as not getting all flustered with ranmas girl side, he is fully beating the shit out of her. Like the audience must be kerfuffled at this man giving this sweet beautiful girl (his skating partner !) the beat down

But the way he’s protecting Akanes honor AGAIN, cus ryoga thinks she’s something he can “win” from him. Right off the bat he doesn’t treat her how most of the boys in her life. He knows she’s her own person, and wants her to be treated like so.

[luxgalador]

even if you're stuck in a place where you don't feel like you can be yourself

even if you do it behind closed doors

if you can, i'd like you to try and do something that affirms you today. doesn't matter how. look at yourself and marvel at what you are, in actuality and truth, under the skin

[serialkilluh1996]

Gaz the typa guy to get really quiet when he hears something strange. He halts all noise, asks no questions, and simply listens, staying quiet until he hears another. And soaps the guy to ruin the whole thing by going, "Who's there?" Very loudly, insisting that they go check it out (with no weapons whatsoever, might I add).

The result? They end up in a quarrel where soap gets scolded for his unnecessary statement. "Like the killer was gonna say something back," Gaz fusses. In the end, it was only Ghost sneaking into the kitchen for a snack, trying not to disturb the two as he didn't care to speak at the time, but he couldn't deny he found it funny when they bickered.

[easternkid]

"Henry Winter would've loved the notes app" No. Henry Winter didn't and will never love anything modern. He uses a fountain pen and isn't bothered by the ink, he even reads under candle light - for christ's sake, he uses and is obsessed with Latin, which is by the way, a dead language.

[gracieblood]

found this on pinterest CHAOTIC EVIL GANG STAND UPPP

[certifiedducky]

imagine that andre says something really fucked up to zoe and it makes her really, really upset and then he like hides away like the coward he is and buries himself in his work and he doesn’t even really feel bad for saying what he said, but he doesn’t want her to be mad so he buys a bunch of shit and there’s a pile of gifts in her room and she’s like “…what the hell?” and then a few days goes by and he acts like nothings wrong(when he’s home, but he mostly just spends a bunch of time focusing on this fun movie instead of his daughter he just adopted) and so zoe realizes that she might’ve escaped her abusive mom but now she’s emotionally neglected at home and she starts to understand how chloe ended up the way she did

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

In A Weird Way, Princess Loolilalu’s Words Rang True

I was rewatching Candy Carrier Chaos!, when I realized that this:

Was said not even a minute before this:

So in a weird way, the gang accidentally stayed true to their word and got Gummigoo executed.

Man… that just twists the knife further.

[lilactwilights]

can’t stop thinking about frat gojo finally catching feelings…

it seems the world turns upside down when infamous frat bro, rich heir and resident fuckboy satoru gojo ends up settling down. 

there’s collective bewilderment that eventually lands into a generalized sense of skepticism because there’s no way him, of all damn people, chooses to waltz around campus with an all caps BOYFRIEND label slapped into his forehead, and so proudly at that.

it seems to come out of nowhere, too.

well, almost.

(you were discreet, just not enough)

you are no strangers. you have some friends in common and turns out people have seen you around him before, orbiting around each other at parties or academic endeavors at uni. you have been caught getting handsy in some dark corner of a party at least a handful of times or shamelessly exchanging spit in the least crowded places on campus in broad daylight.

a little more than a few people have seen you leave with him to god knows where, gingerly climbing up into his car as the party rages on or after you clock off at your part-time job on campus. they have caught you skipping up the stairs of whatever place together or inconspicuously walk towards the least visible bookshelves at an almost empty library, hand in hand.

more than one have noticed you disappear for a while, together, his arm snaked around your waist like it belongs in there and have witnessed you come back with a slight yet telling stagger in your step and gojo’s lazy yet smug million-dollar smile clueing anyone with two brain-cells on what your impromptu absence entailed.

(allegedly, there have been some sightings of both of you in casual strolls at the park, having dinner at a 24/7 place and sharing ice-cream down the riverside, but there’s no enough proof of all that, so to speak)

it doesn’t mean anything. 

because this is nothing more than routine for him, a fleeting adventure for the casual partner in turn and rich entertainment for the eager public consuming tabloids or spreading school gossip. 

you aren’t supposed to stay. you aren’t supposed to last more than a few weeks. if they do get a bit flexible and accept the possibility of whatever you share lasting months –as long as it is on and off, because there’s a past record of that— and even if there are considerably less reports of you two sneaking or hiding around dark in favor of casual sightings in less obscure places, you only become a full-fledged anomaly the moment talks about him referring to you as “his girl” to his team, his fellow frat bros —or whoever, really— start spreading about.

It seems the balance of the universe is a bit off when people notice his following list has decreased considerably and click on it only to find an inconceivable absence of all the usernames linked to whoever he had fucked previously. worse, he creates a whole ass story highlight with your initials and a damn stupid heart and daily spams his stories with every picture of you he seems to have on his gallery, which turn out to be many, for some reason.

or when, during a game, he happens to blow a kiss towards the section you are casually sitting at and seems to look for something after the winning score and practically disregards the trophy and the hands reaching for him in favor of holding you and spin you around, still sweaty and flushed and laughing in a picture-perfect shot that does make it to the school papers and the official university sports account.  

you quickly become the talk of campus. there’s a sentiment that seems to permeate every conversation beyond the usual mix of doubt, jealousy or surprise when you pass by with your hands entwined.

you are surprised when you finally understand it’s pity. 

because the truth is no one believes in satoru. no one believes ‘whatever you have’ will ever work out. why would he willingly tie himself down with anyone that’s not a supermodel or super-rich and throw away all the potential wildness associated with senior year is beyond everyone around you. 

he is not boyfriend material. his track record doesn’t help his case and men like him can never successfully commit at such a young age, less with someone that seems to be so different from him and move around circles he has never stepped foot into. 

within a few days, most people have decided this is an experimenting phase or a half-assed effort to appease the family that’s rumored to be on his ass for all his unsavory rendezvous. the public consensus seems to be that he will get bored and break up with you soon enough after whatever feeling or result he is after is finally on his grasp again. most are already feeling sorry for you, mocking your naivety or criticizing his heartless proceedings. sometimes all three at the same time.

it seems to affect you, somehow. you hate it, but there are days when all of it makes doubt rear its ugly head and the bitter taste of self-consciousness settles in your tongue. no matter how hard you try, you end up closing in yourself, avoiding the avid eyes eating you both up whenever you go out. 

but it’s hard to dwell on all of it when you see who the most fervent believer of your relationship is.

satoru doesn’t seem to be affected by anything. he doesn’t seem to listen to nasty words or ill-intentioned comments, only ever addressing them or shutting them down with a cold fury that only stems from whatever discomfort this provokes on you.

he has always been confident and self-assured and it’s so used to accomplish every single thing his mind has set into. success is on his nature. beyond the privileges and advantages life has gifted him with, satoru is a stubborn, passionate man. his pride is a driving force most of the time and he’ll be damned if the thing he is most proud about doesn’t work out.

because people out there aren’t privy to the late night conversations, the shared jokes and the cosmic compatibility the university blessed you both with. your paths were made to intertwine, he is sure of that. even if all of it started with a stolen kiss and sex that was supposed to be as casual and inconsequential as he was used to, there was no stopping the unexpected evolution of your shared time together. he can list all the things he liked and then loved about you and recount and pinpoint every single moment that lead him to realize that, as cheesy and mortifying as it sounds —or it sounded back then, for him—, you are meant to be.

he wrestled with that notion for months, agonized over the incipient feelings he was not familiar with and avoided even thinking about the implications of a reality he wanted so so hard to run from. but he has never been a coward. he was so close to give up something he hadn’t even tried to reach so he ultimately took a leap of faith. 

he jumped right into an abyss he had never been to but he decided you are worth the fall and whatever landing he is met with.

he knows damn well it was hard for you to trust his spiel and his promises about feelings and about trying and he swore himself that if there ever was the tiniest possibility of this ending in heartbreak it wouldn’t be because of him. 

so he learns and tries and fails sometimes and it’s so damn frustrating for him because he is not used to make mistakes but he has never been in a real relationship before so everything is new to him and so he is forced to take baby steps when all he wants to do is sprint.

he has stars in his eyes when he talks about all the plans he has for you both. he kisses you with hunger and reverence and whispers in your ear all the reassurances you never told him you needed to hear.  he gets overwhelmed when you fuck because, until the sweet heat and warmth of your body, he never knew how it was to mix the fire of primal lust and desperate hunger with the fuel of emotions and vulnerability of so many shared feelings. and god, it’s scary. but he has never felt more satisfied and happy in his life than when you are wrapped in each other during the afterglow. 

he gets a taste of insecurity and experiences scorching jealousy for the first time, because he never had the fear of losing anything or anyone at the hands of someone more understanding or compatible or soft or experienced with feelings than him. until you.

he soon finds out that you can push his buttons and pull at his most sensitive strings like no one has ever done. you hold a power over him and that is as infuriating and terrifying as it is exhilarating. he is forced to walk down a line with careful and measured steps, down a path that is as unknown as it is gratifying. he doesn’t know where it will lead or when it will end –if it even does– or if it will become steep or sinuous or keep being as calm as walk in the park you usually stroll at. 

people tell him he is not mature enough and that this is not meant to last or even be.

but satoru gojo, the infamous frat boy, rich heir and former fuckboy couldn’t give less of a fuck.

everything feels right when he is with you so he will cling to you as long as you will have him, which is hopefully forever.

(actually, he thinks he might be in love with you. but that’s a whole other thing. it might be too soon to address that one.) 

a/n: i LOVE frat gojo. i love when he is a manwhore but i also love to think of him after getting rehabilitated. he would be so WHIPPED because it’s the first time he experiences real feelings. he would be obsessed with his partner, actually. might kinda border on pathological for some and he might scare a few people with how intense he is but, hey, as long as they are both happy. we need more men devastatingly and pathetically whipped.

[omensandwonders]

best friend!noah headcanons

a/n: not proofread word vomit i hit out in 15mins because FUCK i need a man like noah (if not noah) in my life

sfw:

♤ you guys probably met online through streaming or gaming, or maybe at a con who knows

♤ after a few months of friendship you moved in with noah and the boys

♤ life is chaotic but so much fun with them (i wouldnt be shocked if that house gets almost set on fire multiple times (has already happened on stream))

♤ late night gaming and deep talk sessions

♤ blasting music at full volume because why the hell would either of yall want to listen to your own thoughts HELL nah

♤ if you have long hair, he's stealing your hairties and clips. deal with it

♤ makes sure your favorite ice cream is always at the house

♤ even if you dont help him write music too often, you usually just lounge around somewhere in the background while he works, ready to give feedback when he wants it

♤ im coping ik BUT HES THE PERFECT CUDDLE BUDDY. istg look at him he is BUILT to cuddle and be cuddled-

♤ a hug from him would fix me

♤ sorry im getting off track

♤ if you havent seen star wars, hes forcing you into a marathon

♤ late night horror movie marathons

♤ within days of living with each other yall catch each other staring. regularly (i mean i would tf)

nsfw:

♤ the sexual tension rises until it finally snaps one night when the other boys are out and you both smoked a joint together

♤ long story short yall end up on his bed, clinging to each other and lazily fucking the night away, limbs tangled and hands grabbing whatever they could reach

♤ after that, his casual touches increase ten fold, gently grabbing your hips to pass by you, putting an arm around your waist or shoulder, holding your hand to pull you through crowds

♤ LOTS of jealousy sex

♤ youre not dating, but a guy flirts with you? even worse, you give him his number? the second youre home youre getting bent in half and pounded through the mattress

"gonna fuck that attitude out of you, make you remember who you belong to- even if you dont, that fuckin pussy will, gonna ruin you for anybody else-"

♤ would fuck you on every surface in both of your rooms

♤ eats you out on the couch, casually rubbing lazy circles on your clit while watching a movie, grinding into you first thing in the morning when he wakes up

♤ kinda perverted with it, grabbing a handful of your ass when nobodys looking

[thetac0wh0re]

The insane desire to be bent over the nearest surface and used like a fleshlight 😵‍💫

[choccorin]

what about satoru who secretly and slowly turns you into a carbon copy of his best friend, suguru. his best friend that he fell in love with, still in love with. his best friend that was his first and last true love.

it started with him getting you into the foods that suguru liked and loved— such as rooibos tea. even though you have a sweet tooth just like him, he insists that you only add one sugar cube instead of three. it's strange for him to say that when you just watched him add four sugar cubes to his own cup, but he reasons that it'll taste better with just one.

you believed him.

you're also a bit of a picky eater and it was hard to get you into eating new foods, but satoru was persistent and it eventually worked out.

the hardest part of changing you was your appearance. he thinks you're adorable and beautiful, but the fact that you don't look like his ‶one and only″ irks him. you have suguru's mannerisms, interests, and favorite foods, but you don't look like him at all. and satoru will do everything he can to change that.

if you have curly hair then he'll try to convince you to straighten it, he doesn't care if you love your natural hair. if you really love him, then you'll do what he wants, right? it took months and several arguments, before you finally obliged his wishes with a heavy, reluctant heart.

when you meet shoko again after a few months, her heart sank at the sight of you.

the way you moved, the way you spoke, the way you ate, the way you dressed, your interests, and your appearance were different. other than your face, skin color, and height, you look exactly like suguru. you even have his signature hair bun. she spoke to satoru about this and he acted clueless, saying that it was your decision and he contributed nothing to your transformation; only gave you his love and support.

little did satoru know, you were completely aware of his plans. ever since you heard him mumble suguru's name that one night while he was sleeping, you knew he was still in love with him and knew that this was bound to happen. even before your relationship, it was obvious that his feelings for his best friend never left. you just didn't expect for him to go this far. if it were another person, they'd immediately leave, but you can't.

you love him too much to make him experience another heartbreak. (would it really break him when he's not in love with you at all?)

it breaks your heart to know that every time he looks at you with that smile—the one that makes his eyes crinkle—he’s not really looking at you. he’s looking at the man he fell in love with years ago— the man he will always love, even in death.