takin in wolf hybrid!toji who has little to no experience in anything!! he's a quick learner with sex and what not, but the one thing he just cannto get right is kissing.

he's always licking into your mouth with his big fat tongue, messy and sloppy, getting spit and drool everywhere as he tries his best to press his lips against yours and not feel the instant urge to suck on your tongue and run his tongue over your teeth, cooing at how tiny your canines are.

it's so cute, you're gonna be his to protect because what are you gonna do with those little nubs? he'll give you a little nip on your lip with his sharp ones, teasing the idea of piercing the skin. and it's okay, any blood that spills he'll lick it right up for you,, all messy just like everything else he does when he tries to kiss you.

Happy pride month you queers…

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a colleague watches your husband drink coffee from a thermos with your lipstick stain on it (you mistook it as yours earlier this morning) and asks him if he doesn't find it a bit disgusting. like, to be touching your lips on another person's residue...?

he shakes his head no and raises an eyebrow like his colleague is stupid because why would he find your lipstick stains disgusting? he thinks it's rather endearing. it's your lips that has touched his mug in a pretty shade that he picked out for you. it's also him who will be kissing away the same lipstick off your lips later at night when you see each other at home again anyway.

those lips belong to him as much as it belongs to his wife.

he clicks his tongue several times. "i pray you find true love soon."

more of tim hortons and lance

Did someone tell me the transparent case designs of the 90s/00s was called slutwave or did I fever dream that up and have been calling it that with everyone thinking I've gone mad? This is what I'm talking about btw

Thinking about Jason's death because of his second death-subsequent-return. It's a creepy inverse of the circumstances of Bruce's parents' death. Instead of the Waynes being stolen from, Sheila is a thief. There's a symbolic loss of innocence with the pearls, and a very similar loss of innocence for Jason who gets betrayed. While there was nothing Bruce could do for his parents and he was left alive, Jason still attempts to save Sheila and dies with her. The Waynes' killing has messy consequences, but it happens in an isolated place that's supposed to be familiar to them. Jason's death (while technically has less of an impact) is accompanied by an explosion, and it happens far away from his home and everything he knows. Bruce is the only constant between them, playing a similar role in both deaths.

Theory that dan was like ‘Alexa are there any fics Daniel Howell x Chappell Roan’ and Alexa was like ‘posted on Daniel Howell’s X: Chappell Roan’

Alpha telling omega all about his little play thing, about how easily he gets pebble to cut the snark and whimper like he’s truly desperate to have a cock in him even when he insists he’s always a top. Just that pebble is so easy to break down that it’s almost pathetic.

And omega doesn’t believe a word he says until he gets to witness it for himself. The usual feisty little thing that says he could fuck any ghoul five ways to Sunday? Sure.

Alpha just tells him to watch, to come into the chapel at a certain time if he really wants to witness it for himself.

And god imagine pebbles embarrassment when omega walks in on pebble being bent over a pew, drooling down his chin as he whines alphas name, watching him be stretched almost obscenely on alphas thick cock? God it must be a sight. Wouldn’t blame omega if he just walked in font of them to hook his finger into his mouth to see how easily it falls open, practically asking to be used

hey uh. magpod fans. if the protocol IS setting stuff on fire, like it seems to be being hinted...... specifically burning evidence of knowledge they don't want to get into the public..... y... you dont think they're gonna bring the library of alexandria into this, do you?

do you ever think about the night that dazai and chuuya realised they had been missing each other longer than they'd known each other?

At some point, between the three and four year mark of Dazai leaving the PM, they both had a moment where they realised how long it had actually been. They realised why something in their life wasn't quite right despite the grief having mostly worn off.

For Chuuya, it was in the evening. He's a busy person, when he learned Dazai defected he resolved not to think about it while working. Dazai no longer had a face or a name. The clinical detachment he used to loathe and simultaneously envy Dazai for became the only thing that stopped him from having a breakdown every time something he needed to work on because of the former demon prodigy crossed his desk. It was the only thing he could ever replicate Dazai's carelessness towards.

Then, he gets home from work after a particularly long day and has to resist the urge to crash into his bed fully clothed. He takes his time and goes through the motions, relaxing and getting ready for bed until he crashes onto his couch and can breathe a sigh of relief knowing that he doesn't have any more work to do.

Then, he sees something. Maybe he's looking for something to watch and sees a particular movie or show, maybe he's scrolling through social media and sees a brunette with brown eyes, maybe it's a flower or a constellation but he's reminded of Dazai.

Something uncomfortably close to hurt and grief fills his chest, and unwillingly, his eyes flick to the date, and his brain reminds him that Dazai would be 21 for a few months by now. Dazai was 18 when he left. Unbidden, he thinks about his and Dazai's 18th birthdays respectively, and the chaos they cause. He has to force himself to not dream about what they could have done for his 21st. What they could do for his 22nd. He gets up for a bottle of wine and a glass.

For Dazai, it was slightly different. He had more time to process, during his years alone while waiting out the clearing of his criminal record, a few weeks at a time in a foreign country under a fake name, he had all the time to mope around. His daydreaming of what things he could have changed was endless, he spent day after day rebuilding worlds in his head where he returned to Yokohama to break into Chuuya's apartment and drag him to france, or russia or america, anywhere as long as he was there.

So, it was a mistake he hadn't made in a long time, following along behind his chattering coworkers with his hands in his pockets, smiling and joking until he passed something he hadn't seen before in a spot he used to visit, and ran over to check it out, turning back around with an excited "Chuuya, look!" only to be met with empty air and his coworkers slightly further down the street from when he ran away.

For a few moments, he just stares at the empty spot where he expected Chuuya to be, where he should have been, an ache in his chest making itself known again, the hole which had temporarily been filled with new faces and names widening to recreate the gap where Chuuya once was. (That little hole in his heart was much too big, Dazai thought, since Chuuya was so tiny. The joke he attempted to make to himself only made it hurt worse.)

When he returned to his coworkers it wasn't quite with the same enthusiasm before. That night was spent with a bottle of sake and a small collection of old photos, dates all over three years prior.

Neither bring it up, but there's a small sense of relief when they come face to face in a port mafia basement, that they can make up for the fourth year, that they have the chance to know each other longer than they missed each other again.

weh weh weh. crappy drawing i did or whatever. i hate posting on social media soz . not even gonna watermark this i dont care that much its bad i hate art goodbye :3c

i feel spock in such a specific way which a lot of fanfiction (almost none) does not capture.

i would like to read a fic about spock struggling with his feelings for jim, completely spock’s POV and spock-centred.

about spock feeling extreme shame each time his heart sings with love for jim, each time he is so close to expressing this emotion he hates. (which is illogical, and love too is illogical, and spock feels so helpless about the turmoil of his emotions he abandons food and sleep in order to meditate more). spock who does not act in any way on his feelings but who is not entirely in command of his body reactions to jim the first moments it sees him after another near-death experience. spock feeling, again, deep shame for his involuntary responses. spock trying to suppress his feelings, trying so hard to remain calm and failing. spock fluctuating between being in total control and indulging in his human side, between “vulcans do not feel” and “when i feel friendship for you i’m ashamed”.

not really angst, just a lot of… internal fighting and disappointment and shame and irrational anger and spock feeling not enough vulcan and not enough human. and when that cup spills it’s when the 5 year mission ends and spock decides that he had enough of his own inconclusiveness and indecisiveness and goes to vulcan to completely get rid of his emotions.

and he still failes.

spock, with his hair grown out, wearing ceremonial vulcanian robes (that he does not need no more), and with a heart that still feels, despite his every attempt, finds himself aching, wanting, needing to be near jim, finds himself belonging to him. belonging in a way he never belonged to the vulcan, much less to humans. in a way he never did belong to them. and that’s when he knows that this love is not a curse, but a fate, if there even is one. and he knows there is nothing he can do to suppress that love, that yearning (he tried), that both his logic and emotions tell him, for once, to do the same — to return to jim, to his side, and to belong to him fully in any way jim would want him, forever.

*jumpscares you with content for a fandom I haven't posted for in almost two years*

Hyperfixation has fully taken over, I apologize in advance. Save me fluffy puppets. Fluffy puppets, save me.

okay, but like,,,,

imagine a vigilante/meta tim with the gift of prophecy and whatnot? just like, him being able to know what's happening and like, to whom

janet would've noticed early on and used Tim to get the drakes higher in the societal food chain. i also think theyd get tim like, a scrying glass of sorts that would allow him to better pinpoint the future and choose who to look into

i think, tim would see jason's death and try to tell bruce about it, but when they ignore him and jason dies anyways, bruce writes it off as a coincidence

tim would later use his abilities for... something and contact the necessary ppl whenever shits abt to go down

so instead of chasing after bruce, tim would call the person that WOULDVE ended up in the hospital, and tells them to get tf off the streets

eventually, ppl pick up on his little habit of saying "rumor has it, that..." and they start calling him Rumor

this is a semi half-baked idea based off of +1-800-GOTHAM on ao3, but i prolly will make a fic out of it sooner or later

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i think that toji likes it when you try to push him off when you're overwhelmed🙈🙈🙈 you're just so weak compared to him and he can't help but give you a mean grin before kissing your cheek and fucking you dumber and dumber🙈🙈🙈🙈