People are strange // When you're a stranger
When you're strange // No one remembers your name
When You’re A Stranger on Ao3
People are strange when you're a stranger.
Is that Bob with his strange boyfriends, huh? I think I heard Bradshaw growl...
Vampires, werewolves, hunters, witches and all sorts of things lurk about, if you know just where to look for. But really, they're just trying to go about their lives.
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
like matryoshka, one inside another inside another inside another.
Birthright, George Abraham // tumblr user dogsmouth // The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: White Flock //Anne Carson, Nox // A Crash Course in Molotov Cocktails, Halyna Kruk // Herman Melville, from a letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne //tumblr user eridan-amporna // tumblr user boyflesher(deactivated) // For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick // Elizabeth Robinson, Brothers
fanfic is so good bc the premise of some genres of fic are just inherently funny. I want these two grizzled crime drama protagonists to have some fucking fun for once, so they go to a water park. I dont care how i have to logic my way into them going there i dont care who has to drag them Theyre Going
My body is a collection of all the parts that came before! 🌱🌱🌱
[Image ID: A drawing of a trans masculine person, nude except for underwear. The figure has top surgery scars, and no head, the bottom of a jaw bone with plants growing from it floating above the neck. There are flowers, mushrooms, and stars surrounding the figure, and a bird flying to the left of the canvas. /. End ID]
{note: unedited as hell, not at all proof read. me being self indulgent again. i love thinking toji is the sweetest husband/ boyf when he actually falls in love hard. a drabble ig?}
warnings: suggestive?! lactation (nursing a baby), fluff?!
again, back with the same agenda, husband! toji who lovingly watches you nurse your baby boy. he’s so smitten, heart swelling with love as he sees the little one desperately suck on your nipple. your breasts full of nourishing milk for the younger one. as he watches this little bonding moment between you and the little one, a small smirk creeps up his face. as much as he loves and is smitten by this, by nature he’s a cocky man. he isn’t a girl dad, a boy dad through and through. he slowly inches his finger towards your breast, purposely unlatching your nipple from the baby’s mouth. he likes to get a reaction out of everyone, he loves teasing, that’s his love language. he sees the baby squirm in your lap, whining in frustration, almost crying. he smiles at this, you turn to toji. “toji?” he’s propped up on his elbow, having fun with this. then he let’s the baby latch back again, by removing his finger, which is holding back the nipple from his little mouth. the baby happily latches back on, kicking his little legs in delight, giggling. “sorry, little guy” he smiles lovingly at his son nursing from you. then he looks up at you “sorry, mama” he holds your hand, rubbing his thumb, over your hand in circles, smiling slightly. this man is knee deep in love, oh god.
Of course. A thousand years old and this one human would surprise him at every turn.
“I don’t think there’s anything normal about you, Mitchell.”
Tom Kazansky couldn’t say he was mad about it as he trails fingertips absently drawing patterns around Pete’s bare shoulders.
Gray eyes meet green in the dark, bathed by moonlight coming through the window as he holds Maverick’s chin between his fingers.
“And you’re still mine.”
"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.
Dick stares at him. "Huh."
"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.
"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.
Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—
Huh.
"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.
Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."
Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.
In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."
And Dick understands.
Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.
"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."
Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."