#worked on this all day after work ugh

[sky1ite]

happy bday luka🫡✨

[heckarum]

I watched ze frank’s video about opossums last night and got a stupid idea

[lemongogo]

they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

random omegaverse thought:

There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.

Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."

Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."

Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."

Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."

Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."

Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."

Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."

People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.

Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.

There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.

...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.

[warmsol]

do you crave to be home playing with your sims while you’re out or are you normal

[sincerelybubbles]

but just imagine washing kiri's hair

gently nudging him under the water, smiling softly when he ducks his head so a little stream of water trails onto your shoulder. it's quiet, neither of you feel the need to talk as you let the shampoo collect in your palm. it's cool on your skin and you later it between your hands before bringing your hands up to rake it through his hair. he bends his head forward further to allow you easier access.

it takes time, gentle hands and soft work to loosen the gel that holds his hair up every day. you do the work, easily and carefully, watching as his eyes droop. he's tired from working all day, from smiling and talking and charming, and now he's quiet, leaning down so you can drag your fingers along his scalp and work away the grime and thick product.

before you, he never let others mess with his hair, always sure that they wouldn't take the same care that he does to keep his hair healthy after all the bleaching. but, with you, he doesn't hesitate to say yes when you ask to wash his hair.

he rests his hands on your hips as you work, thumbs moving gently and without any ulterior intentions, just touching you and watching your face peacefully.

he nearly purrs when you move to the conditioner, detangling his hair with your fingers, pulling and soothing any spots where you might have tugged too hard at his roots.

he returns the favor when you're done, gently massaging your scalp with the shampoo, removing the shower head to gently rinse without risking the soapy water running into your eyes, and carefully passing the conditioner through your ends.

and, when you both leave the shower with pruned hands and sleepy eyes, he can't imagine a life without you.

[doodlingwren]

☝🤓 What if 🤨🤔! I was back 😨🤯 after some months 😞😤😲... ahahah jokes 🧐🤣😂... unless 😳👉👈

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[robo-dino-puppy]

“talanah - wait...”

[sainz100]

2024 Singapore GP | x

[front-facing-pokemon]

[hotgirlmeg]

IM HOME

[spaghett-onaplate]

i wasn't that sick but I took a couple days off and I am so frustrated with myself for doing absolutely nothing productive whenever I'm home. does that frustration lead me to change those behaviours, however? no!

[manasurge]

Ogod, my schedule for the next two weeks are such ASS. wtf… I’m going to be SO FREAKING TIRED and so freaking depressed. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

[hirazuki]

For Now [Chapter 18 snippet]

Sasori/Haruno Sakura, Sasori & Haruno Sakura | T | Blank Period | canon divergent | angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends | ongoing [AO3]

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“Human bodies are an inconvenience, in multiple respects,” he elaborates. “Surely you can appreciate this.”

Sakura sighs and flops on the bed, her back to him. “I am not debating life philosophies with you at – ” she cranes her neck up to look at the clock on the nightstand “ – three forty-two in the morning.”

“Oh? Is there something else you’d rather be doing?” Sasori smirks, knowing full well that he’s annoying her.

“Yes,” she snaps, sitting up and whirling on him, throwing her second pillow at his face. “Sleeping. I have a job to show up for in the morning, unlike some.”

She prepares to dramatically fling herself back down again but stops, abruptly, likely realizing that she has relinquished both of her pillows to him at this point, leaving her with only the mattress to lie on. He can feel the debate going on in her head – to just grit her teeth and live with the situation that she created, or to swallow her pride and ask for them back – and it looks like the latter is winning out, as she slumps her shoulders and starts turning towards him.

So, naturally, he does the only thing possible in this situation.

Sasori swings both pillows at her, trapping her head between them.

She sputters, briefly, and once the initial shock is over, yanks them out of his grip and attacks him with them. He grabs one of his own to defend himself with, and they exchange several blows until, predictably, she gets too invested, and accidentally channels some of that monstrous strength – and they hear the crack of wood.

“Okay, stop, truce!” Sakura calls, shielding her face with her pillows. “I can’t afford a new bed.”

“I win by default,” he announces, as she’s rearranging her side of the bed.

“I said 'truce!'” she argues, and snatches his pillow from his hands, clearly claiming it as a prize. “Hmph.”

Holding it close to her chest, she sticks her tongue out at him, turns around, and lies back down.

He doesn’t need it, to sleep; he doesn’t need to hold that particular pillow, though it's the one he's been using, nor does he actually need to hold anything at all. It’s simply that insomnia still breathes heavily down his neck – two years of being back in his human body is not nearly enough to overwrite almost two decades of experience, no matter how this body craves the rest – and he has discovered that clutching something physical against him helps to ground him, for whatever reason. 

But he doesn’t need it, and even if he did, he has his chakra threads at his disposal, growing stronger by the day – he can simply pull it out of her grasp.

Like her, though, he has a near-addiction to having the last word, and one of his favorite pastimes is making her squirm.

Sasori leans over, well past the unspoken boundary between their respective sides, and hovers above her for a moment, before lowering himself snugly behind her body and wrapping an arm around her – waist, pillow, and all.

“What are you doing?!” Sakura immediately startles – he can feel her muscles tense, and the way her heart is beating wildly – and attempts to throw him off.

His grip tightens.

“You stole my pillow,” he murmurs into the hair at the back of her head.

“You can have it ba –”

“Silence.” 

“But – !”

“Shut up,” he mutters again, holding her down more forcefully. “I’m trying to sleep.”

[that-was-anticlimactic]

just accidentally spilled an entire water bottle on my bed :)

took my sheets off and put a towel over it. then looked up what to do just in case and. like everything said "use a fan" and "mold could happen so be careful" and now i am Terrified of getting mold since so much spilled and since i don't have any fans. i am so tired oh my god i just want to go to bed