Managed to squeeze a Grunkle Stan sketch out of my hands

ALEXANDER MCQUEEN FW24 SHOW | YANG JEONGIN ☆

BANG CHAN — Special MC KCON LA DAY 3 (230821)

NI-KI 🌔 ‘MIMS – Like This’ dance cover @ 8PM CONCERT

SUNG HANBIN ✧ DEBUT CONGRATULATORY FILM

☆Gifset Per Episode - Kimetsu No Yaiba☆

Mugen Train EP06 - Akaza

ZB1 for colorgram

JOSHUA _WORLD Band Live Session

Man who would kill his best friend in order to exert his free will and unchain himself from the shackles of emotions VS man who has chosen to give up his own freedom in order to protect those closest to him, FIGHT

"Haven't you heard?" Legend asked, a devilish smirk crawling onto his face, "Legends never die. Now RUN!"

so I finally read Time's Travels and LEMME TELL YA I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO STRESSED AND THEN RELIEVED IN MY LIFE Y'ALL NEED TO READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T (mind the tags though lol)

Jake ☆ Blockbuster @ Summer Sonic Osaka 2023

Fae!Soap Superstitious Bastard! Ghost: Gifts

(Just a heads up this got way more intense than I meant it to but that’s kind of the Fae for you.)

TW: mentions of torture, human remains

Soap is a collector, though not of any one thing that Ghost can discern. He’s seen the man pick up anything from an abandoned rolex to a nondescript piece of broken glass. It doesn’t seem to be about size, it’s not shape and definitely not value; Ghost had thought he’d pinned it down as things that caught the light a certain way but was swiftly proven wrong when Soap went on a spree of collecting pebbles and sticks. He’d glared sullenly at the first jagged gray rock when Soap had picked it up before swiftly changing the subject when he was noticed. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to any of it… well not quite. There was one singular pattern that stood out in his mind, a single thread that held firm no matter how much he rearranged or plucked at it.

 Anything that Ghost gave him, Johnny kept. 

The first had been a bit of pretty blue ribbon that was a close enough approximation to Soap’s eyes. It’d snagged on a bramble bordering the clearing where Ghost had set up for overwatch. Without even thinking he’d snagged it on his way to RV down the hill, offering it to Johnny in the armored car taking them back to base. Soap hadn’t said a thing. It was then that Ghost realized maybe giving your subordinate a piece of trash you’d found in a bush perhaps wasn’t the most well adjusted way to express affection. He’d been about to play it off with a quip, beginning to retract his fingers ever so slightly, when Johnny snatched it lightning quick from the palm of his hand, holding it close to his chest for a moment before stuffing it into his chest pocket next to his journal. Soap had given him a small strangled “Thank you” as they sat the rest of the ride in an awkward but warm silence. Johnny disappeared almost immediately after they got back to base but Ghost could see light in the space under his door so he wasn’t too worried that he’d done permanent damage to their relationship.

After that his eyes just seemed to catch on things that he assumed Johnny would like. He couldn’t help it. Little glass marbles, a river stone with an interesting marking, a large brown feather; Somehow it all made its way into the hands of his Sergeant. Usually with a gruff “Here”, barely waiting for Johnny to hold out his hands before he dropped his small offering into his gloved palms. Soap has also gotten over whatever his episode of silence had been, responding with a blinding smile and enthusiastic gratitude and a happy quip. (“Thanks Lt!” a piece of antler, Montana “Y’ shouldn’t have!” an old toy car, Finland “Find this on sale?” a scrap of pink fabric, Brazil “Ghost you’re spoiling me.” green river stone, India etc.(no he didn’t catalog all of them that would be creepy. He only wrote down his favorites.))

The next time Ghost thinks he’s permanently damaged their relationship and scared Soap off for good comes after an operation sweeping out an AQ base in Afghanistan. 

It’s stuffy and dark, the blistering heat of the day beginning to fade into the bitter chill of the night. The compound has long since been abandoned by all but the stubbornest of rats, slowly being reclaimed by the wild desert it carved its blackness into. They roll into the courtyard through the open front gate, the outer walls have seen multiple breacher charges and calling them walls at this point is more out of respect than any dedication to accuracy. The whole place has already been swept by drone and Laswell has had satellite eyes on it for months confirming just how fucking dead it is. They’re here for information, the drone identified documents left behind as well as at least two hard drives. 

The 141 has split off, each clearing their own section and radioing in at even intervals, they’ve learned the hard way that it’s better to be safe than sorry. Beyond extra caution, the whole place has an eerie, black aura that drags forth memories of scorpion stings and dull knives biting at his flesh. Assisting in his nightmarish stroll down memory lane, Ghost is assigned the lower levels of the compound. Each room is another scene from a past he tries to forget, filled with rusted over implements of pain and brown stains no one cared to clean. 

Something in the last room makes him pause. 

A small barred window allows light from a waning moon to pool into the room, catching on something on the table. Small, most no bigger than his fingernail, a collection of about five objects sits in a tray on the corner of the table. Brilliant white patches shine in stark opposition to the bed of rust brown they lay on. 

Teeth. Human teeth.

His mind is acting on autopilot when grabs them and stuffs them in a pocket, so similar but so different to his first experience with the ribbon months ago. He finishes his sweep of the room, conveying his findings back on comms (“Seems like we’re late for the party.” “If only you didn’t take so long to get ready.”-Soap “Shut the fuck up the both of you I just saw a rat the size of a terrier.”-Gaz “I’ve got the hard drives if any of you fuckers remember why we’re here.”-Price), and turns back to rendezvous, his mind now firmly on finding his comrades and getting the hell out.

As they start readying themselves to duck into the humvees they arrived in, Ghost’s muscle memory kicks in to complete his self assigned mission objective. He turns to where Soap stands almost expectantly at his side. It’s not every mission that he has something he’s decided is a worthy offering but it has become more often than not. Mind already halfway back to base, a gloved hand chases down each tooth where they’ve burrowed themselves in the pocket of his tac vest, collecting them and dropping them in Soap’s proffered hand with a grunt. His brain turns back on when the bloody bones hit his Sergeant’s glove, panicking because what the fuck did he just do? What kind of fucking sociopath gives his friend(more?) human fucking teeth as a souvenir. Much less human fucking teeth that were pulled forcibly out of some poor bastard’s skull during a bygone torture session. 

His hand is trembling. 

Ghost forces himself to look down and meet Soap’s assuredly outraged and disgusted gaze. 

Only he doesn’t.

Johnny is staring down at the teeth in his palm with a look of fucking reverence. His pupils are dilated beyond just the darkness surrounding them and Ghost’s detail oriented eyes catch the slight flare of his nostrils on every inhale. Soap slowly tilts his head up to meet Ghost’s eyes and a gasp lives and dies in his throat.

“Oh Simon, you treat me so well.” His voice is gravelly and thrumming with an emotion that Ghost doesn’t know the name of. But, god if this is the look he gets after bringing Johnny desiccated human remains?

He’ll rip the teeth out of some unworthy son of a bitch himself.

Hi! So you can call this a rant or a vent or whatever I don't rlly care - I just wanted to put some of my opinions out there bc it is eating me inside out to keep my opinions on Alastor's sexuality and all of the discourse about him being shipped to myself.

Also i'd like to state that I'm writing this as someone who is aroace but has no actual wish to be in a romantic relationship and actually struggles to so much as picture what that's be like for myself. I would also like to state how I'm not speaking for the whole community and others will have different opinions to myself.

Firstly - aroace is a spectrum (as someone who is on the aroace spectrum btw) and I completely agree with ppl who say that it is a spectrum and shipping has always existed and you can't rlly stop an entire fandom. My only problem is when ppl completely ignore that he is aroace while doing this, bc to me it seems like there's so much potential to having him have to go through those types of emotions and to write him off as if he's completely allo not only can make some people feel unseen but also just isn't as fun.

Also I kind of believe that he'd possibly date someone for the entertainment - like even if he didn't exactly feel romantic attraction maybe he'd be willing to be around someone closely bc he might like the reactions he'd be getting. (example: he might've stayed in a relationship with Vox maybe not out of pure attraction but if he found out that affection could make the TV short-circuit? He'd be interested)

Adding to that, I personally do not actually ship him with anyone romantically due to his character + the fact that I am projecting my own distaste for romance on him but you do you ig.

Also, on the note of nsfw around him - sometimes you cannot stop a fandom, rule 34 exists and some people who are asexual sometimes may want to have sex and all of that stuff. Personally I think he'd probably be sex-repulsed due to the fact that he canonically has issues with being touched.

ALSO, i personally think that way too many people are brushing over the idea of putting Alastor in a QPR - like that would literally be so awesome.

Alastor x Rosie? Cute af (to me Rosie gives of aro vibes too, but more romance - favourable) like they're already besties and honestly I think that Rosie would defo help him figure out about his identity considering that he's quite obviously not all that sure about slang and stuff.

Vox x Alastor - It has the potential to be SO FUCKING FUN like, you get to experiment with how they feel for each other, maybe what Alastor's got going on bc he died before being aroace was rlly a thing and he'd be confused about how he felt about Vox for sure.

Lucifer x Alastor - I quite like it, ik that Lucifer is supposed to be with Lillith but she did take an extremely long hiatus on her family up in heaven so i think it's okay. Plus the idea of them bonding and becoming close due to Charlie is wonderful.

Even angel and Alastor - maybe after Val Angel doesn't want a super sexual relationship - maybe he's not all that interested in something purely romantic either and though I love huskerdust this would still be pretty cool.

Really all I'm saying is; be considerate. Incorporate the fact that Alastor is Aroace, even if you do ship him - in or out of QPRs - and ofc sometimes writing someone who is part of a group ur not in is difficult (coming from someone who often struggles in writing especially when it comes to romance) but taking a crack at it might actually turn out to be rlly cool.

But please don't ignore his aroace-ness, there's not a huge amount of aroace characters out there and acting like someone isn't can be annoying for ppl who want to find rep around their identity, esp if they haven't seen much before (I can relate and he was one of the first aroace characters I was introduced to after I found out what it meant).

So yeah, that's my piece.

NSFW Choso Drabble

Character/Series: Choso Kamo/JJK

Rating: NSFW, minors DNI

Length: ~530 words

CW: AFAB!reader (reader’s pronouns are not mentioned), Choso has a lot of cum and love to give, cumplay and creampie mention, no other warnings really

Notes: It took so much willpower to not bring my breeding kink into this, but I’m saving that for another longer thing lol. Oh and there’s no mention of any canon JJK stuff other than Choso’s name so ig you could replace him with your fav and it’ll work all the same 😂❤️

Choso loves making a mess out of you in bed. 

He pushes your naked body down and gets on his knees, leaving trails of sloppy kisses up your thighs. When he reaches your clit he sucks on it slowly, gently, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm under him from the pleasure, but not enough for you to orgasm. Choso eats you out until you’re dripping in a mixture of his saliva and your own arousal. Once he thinks you’re ready, he stands back up and slips his underwear off. Choso spits on his cock and rubs it against your pussy, using it to nudge your clit over, and over, and over again. He gradually adds more pressure every time his dick grazes against your entrance, until he eventually slips in just the tip, drawing a gasp out of you as he pulls back out and repeats the motion. Choso loves to tease you, loves the sounds that fill the room in the process— the loud squelching of wet body parts rubbing together, his name falling off your lips, your sweet voice begging for him to please, please fuck you. His pleasure builds upon hearing your pleads and seeing your desperate facial expressions. “Not yet,” he says, continuing his movements. “Just a little longer, angel. Just a little longer and I’ll fill you up like you deserve.” When he feels that he’s reaching his first orgasm he uses his hand to stroke himself. “Spread it for me, baby,” he breathes. You comply, dipping your hand down to part your lower lips. Choso loves how you look so vulnerable and inviting, opening yourself up just for him. And just like that, he reaches his high. Spurts of cum shoot onto your pussy and fingers. It’s so warm, and sticky, and there’s so fucking much of it. You bring your hand up to your mouth to clean your fingers off. Choso’s face is flushed, his mouth open slightly as he admires you and the lewd scene between your legs. You look ravishing, he thinks. He watches the rise and fall of your chest and meets your lustful gaze. You know what comes next. Choso loves what comes next. He grips his cock, still hard despite the massive load he just decorated you with. In precise motions he uses it to swipe his cum toward your entrance. Then he slowly pushes in, fucking his cum into you where it belongs. You’re always so good for him, so patient, so he makes sure to reward you for it. With his seemingly never-ending stamina Choso does as he promised. He fucks you until you can’t possibly cum anymore. He fills you up until your body can’t hold it in and you’re oozing cum onto the bedsheets no matter how many times Choso tries to push it back inside. And it’s at that point, when you’re a completely spent mess of cum and spit and sweat, that Choso finally stops. He kisses you and cleans you up, of course, already thinking about the next time he’ll get to do this with you. Choso loves making a mess out of you, and he loves that you’re his. 

all the eric and max interactions throughout the film