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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

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i have a lot of problems but i think getting those skk chibi figurines would fix me

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I've noticed that people have started spreading the 1992 Good Omens script around. Please don't. If you've got it up, please take it down. There's a mess of serious and real legalities involved, and I don't want to have to start being a dick and asking for copyright takedowns and all of that, and I don't want to have to regret letting it out into the world. Just take it down, unshare, delete links. Thank you.

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when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack

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this was the gayest episode ever.

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Some of my favorite words and phrases to describe a character in pain

coiling (up in a ball, in on themselves, against something, etc)

panting (there’s a slew of adjectives you can put after this, my favorites are shakily, weakly, etc)

keeling over (synonyms are words like collapsing, which is equally as good but overused in media)

trembling/shivering (additional adjectives could be violently, uncontrollably, etc)

sobbing (weeping is a synonym but i’ve never liked that word. also love using sob by itself, as a noun, like “he let out a quiet sob”)

whimpering (love hitting the wips with this word when a character is weak, especially when the pain is subsiding. also love using it for nightmares/attacks and things like that)

clinging (to someone or something, maybe even to themselves or their own clothes)

writhing/thrashing (maybe someone’s holding them down, or maybe they’re in bed alone)

crying (not actual tears. cry as in a shrill, sudden shout)

dazed (usually after the pain has subsided, or when adrenaline is still flowing)

wincing (probably overused but i love this word. synonym could be grimacing)

doubling-over (kinda close to keeling over but they don’t actually hit the ground, just kinda fold in on themselves)

heaving (i like to use it for describing the way someone’s breathing, ex. “heaving breaths” but can also be used for the nasty stuff like dry heaving or vomiting)

gasping/sucking/drawing in a breath (or any other words and phrases that mean a sharp intake of breath, that shite is gold)

murmuring/muttering/whispering (or other quiet forms of speaking after enduring intense pain)

hiccuping/spluttering/sniffling (words that generally imply crying without saying crying. the word crying is used so much it kinda loses its appeal, that’s why i like to mix other words like these in)

stuttering (or other general terms that show an impaired ability to speak — when someone’s in intense pain, it gets hard to talk)

staggering/stumbling (there is a difference between pain that makes you not want to stand, and pain that makes it impossible to stand. explore that!)

recoiling/shrinking away (from either the threat or someone trying to help)

pleading/begging (again, to the threat, someone trying to help, or just begging the pain to stop)

Feel free to add your favorites or most used in the comments/reblogs!

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REMEMBER THAT POST WITH CINDERELLA WHERE HER DRESS CHANGES TO THE COLOR OF YOUR BLOG?

THIS ONE DOES IT TOO!!

I found a bunch more!!

x

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read to me?

anon: "Ummm Dazai making you read poetry or some shit while he fucks you into the mattress- only letting you stop when you can't even form sentences anymore"

notes: this was an anon request from my old blog that i decided to finally write!! the poem is one of my favs, "a primer for the small weird loves" by richard siken. it doesn't have any significance to the fic i just like the poem. i highlighted the actual poetry to make it less confusing :). i didn't feel like editing this sorry besties enjoy ✧˖° ♡

18+ minors dni!!

song: touch tank by quinnie

“’So you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes before knowledge, and you-’ holy fuck!” you moaned, one hand in Dazai’s hair while the other grips the book you held so tightly the pages creased.

“Keep going,” Dazai commanded, words muffled by your thighs. You whined, breath ragged, but did as you were told.

“’-and you want it dirty. And no one can ever f-f-‘ FUCK. ‘-figure out what you want-‘” your words were cut off by an involuntary gasp as Dazai swirled his tongue around your clit.

☆☆☆

This mess started about twenty minutes prior, when you and your boyfriend had been sitting quietly on the couch together, doing your own separate things. It was a lazy Saturday evening, the two of you relishing in having absolutely nothing to do. His head was in your lap as he watched a movie, while you read. He purred softly as you played with his hair, scratching his scalp. But soon he got bored, as Dazai does, and flips onto his back so he can look up at you.

“I’m bored,” he announced.

“That’s very unfortunate,” you replied, not taking your eyes off the book in front of you.

“What are you reading?”

“A book.”

Dazai whined, bringing his hand up to bat at the book.

“Hey!” You scoffed, as you lifted it above his head to get it out of his reach.

Dazai just whined even louder, pulling at your shirt like a little kid.

“My love, could you please entertain yourself without bothering me?”

You rolled your eyes as he kicked the air, doing anything he could to make you pay attention to him.

“Is your book more important than me, your handsome sexy boyfriend?” he pouted.

“Yes.”

He gasped dramatically at this and pretended to start crying. You groaned before finally looking away from the book, then hit him on the head with it. He oofed but laughed.

“Okay, asshole, you got my attention. What now?” You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost audible.

“Will you read to me?” he asked with a stupid grin on his face.

“Will you stop being annoying if I do?”

He nodded vigorously. You sighed before picking the book back up, reciting the poem you had been reading when he decided to start being a monster.

“’The man on top of you is teaching you how to hate, see you as a piece of real estate, just another fallow field lying underneath him like a sacrifice.’”

As you read the poem out loud, Dazai flipped himself over so he was laying on his stomach, and began pressing soft kisses to your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you asked with an accusatory voice, cutting yourself off mid-sentence.

“Just keep reading.”

You just sighed before continuing. Whatever, you thought.

“’He’s turning you back into a table so he doesn’t have to eat off the floor, so he can get comfortable, pr-‘ hey!”

Dazai had moved up to your inner thighs, biting at the soft skin. He continued to do this as he started to tug down your shorts and panties.

“Will you read to me while I eat you out?” Your eyes went wide at this, clearly confused. “You reciting poetry is a major turn on.”

You chuckled but agreed, not immune to Dazai’s stupid charm.

“’-pressing against you until he fits, until he’s made a place for himself…’”

You read on as he pulled your shorts off and licked your outer lips, making you shudder. He pushed your legs apart for better access, using his fingers to spread you open. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him just staring at your pussy almost in awe. The man truly worshipped everything about you.

“’The clock ticks from five to six…’”

He dove in headfirst, immediately shoving his tongue inside your hole, making you yelp. He tongue fucked you slowly, making it agonizing. It was embarrassing just how fast he could make you melt. He licked your walls hungrily, treating your pussy like it was dessert.

“'It isn’t over yet, it’s just begun…’”

He pulled his tongue out of you and licked a fat stripe up all the way to your clit and began sucking on it, sending shockwaves through your body. You paused reading briefly to throw your head back and groan. He lifted his head up to look at you, his mouth and cheeks already dripping wet from the mix of his saliva and your juices.

“Did I say you could stop?” he prompted, voice low. You weren’t sure when he transitioned from normal Dazai to horny bossy Dazai, but you were turned on.

“’Says to himself the boy’s no good. The boy’s just no good…’”

And that is how you arrived at the current scenario.

As he focused on sucking and nipping at your clit, he slipped in two fingers and began pumping them in and out of you. You hissed loudly, clenching around his fingers. He chuckled before adding a third finger and picking up the pace. No matter how many times you did it, there was just no other feeling like Dazai’s mouth and hands being on you at the same time. You could feel the motion of him rutting his hardening cock against the couch cushion, chasing the friction.

He used his free hand to spread apart your lips even wider so he could get his entire mouth over your swollen clit, using his tongue to better massage the hypersensitive area. You yanked on his hair as you cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and he sure as hell showed it.

“’But he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around…’”

Just as you were going to mention your approaching orgasm, Dazai pulled his mouth off of you. Before you could even look at him sideways, he was hovering over you, his own pants pulled off, and thrusted into you hard.

You screamed at the sudden fullness, tensing tightly around his throbbing cock. This pulled a loud moan from the man as he draped himself over you, crashing your lips together. He was rocking into you with increasing force, bottoming out with each thrust. You wrapped your legs around his back to anchor yourself.

At this point you had forgotten about the book, though it was still stuck in your grip, but Dazai hadn’t.

“You keep reading until I say you can stop reading,” he growled.

He somehow had you in a trance as he fucked into you, giving in to his weird requests.

“’You, the now familiar boy, but you’re beautiful-‘”

“You are fucking beautiful,” Dazai interrupted, ducking his head down to bite at your neck. Your mind reeled as you felt his teeth graze against your skin, imagining the purple and blue that would likely arise the next day.

He stuck his hand up your shirt to knead the soft fat of your breast, squeezing hard before rolling your hard nipple in between his fingers.

“So fucking beautiful.”

The book fell out of your hand as he used his free hand and reposition your leg to get a better angle, fucking right into the spot he knew was right there. Your screams drowned out the sound of the book clattering to the floor.

Dazai seemed to think that you whimpering over his cock was an acceptable replacement for no longer reciting poetry, so he left you alone.

You clumsily ripped his shirt off his body so you could feel his bare skin. Wrapping your now free arms around him, you dug your nails into the meat of his shoulders as your senses were overwhelmed by the man currently inside you.

“Osamu!” you cried, eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, angel,” he replied with a wicked smirk on his face. Your head fell back onto the coach arm with a thud.

He continued to fuck into you with a quick rhythm as he shoved two fingers in your mouth, instructing you to suck on them. You obviously listened.

He began using his now wet fingers to massage your already very overstimulated clit, and it was only seconds before you reached your orgasm, screaming his name as he pressed kisses along your jaw. Not quite there yet himself, you laid there like a ragdoll as he thrusted into you, chasing his own high. He rocked in and out with such force you knew your pelvis would be bruised. But there was nothing like visible evidence of a really, really good fuck.

He slowed down as he came but continued to fuck his cum deep inside of you, the head of his cock grazing your cervix.

He fell on top of you, both of you breathless, sweaty messes. You lifted his head up with your hands to press a kiss to his forehead, making him smile.

“Guess I should read you poetry more often.”

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Skk shippers who think chuuya is gullible and dumb missed the entire part about Chuuya figuring out Dazai's entire game plan multiple times, solving the case in 15 soon after Dazai, immediately figuring out Murase's connection to the Arahabaki project via context cues, ran a successful and thriving gems trade business, makes excellent battle strategies on the go, fooled a world class assassin and has a shockingly good understanding of complex physics concepts at 16 for a kid who has no memory of anything prior to a handful of years or any formal education cause he grew up on the streets till 15.

Like bro got trolled a little by Dazai and suddenly he's gullible?

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friendly reminder not to buy spiderpunk merch from major corporations.

it is disrespectful both to hobie's character and to punk culture. you cannot capialise on anticapitalism, you cannot capitalise on punk culture.

punk culture is directly opposite (counter-culture) to mainstream commercialisation and instituation. it's not all that marketable. major corporations do not need your money. small businesses do, and their merch is likely higher quality anyway.

that's not a joke, most hobie merch out there is ugly as fuck, and would break apart in a day.

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Chuuya is literally capable of calculating advanced physics and statistical formulas in his head. HIS HEAD. He does it in seconds, little to no hesitation, while fighting.

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i feel like people are forgetting some stuff about skk...

the whole point of skk is that they're both brains and brawns. that's how they survived alone for so long before becaming the double black. they don't complete each other perfectly, they suplement each other perfectly, that's why they're so strong.

chuuya is extremely smart and emotionally inteligent. at the age of 15 he was already the leader of the sheep, he got to rimbauld on the same time as dazai did. he can use his ability with crazy versatility, BUT he can still be fine without it.

and dazai can hold himself on a fight pretty well thanks. literally on the first episode he was alone against an out of control tigersushi. kicked the guy's face with a handstand from a sitting position while handcuffed. literally leaped out of the water like a flying fish holding his weight with just one hand.

chuuya could be on the same level as dazai and fyodor, but he's too human for them. he has empathy, and wear most of his feelings on his sleeve. and dazai could be as straightfoward as chuuya, but humans are so very interesting for him that he prefers observing, planning, picking apart the minds of everyone.

but

at the same time chuuya gets drunk with half a glass of alcohol and dazai bantered with a dog and ate dog food and both of those things happened on the actual main manga not on wan they're both weak and stupid and fucking pathetic i want to put them on a blender until they turn into juice.

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The Importance of Hats by Nakahara Chuuya

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Ranpo very clearly has a type

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Why does no one ever talk about how smart Chuuya is??? It's not his fault he's surrounded by people who's only dangerous trait is their brilliance, not his fault he's both brawn and brain.

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Dazai wearing tight fitted chibi size clothes…