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#idk was just thinkin about this
basslinegrave · 28 days
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bedtime cuddles
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memewife · 2 days
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thinking about s3 jay lately
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stnexus · 4 months
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thinking about just being wrapped up with jason, not a word spoken as your hands grasp at his free one. his scars being traced underneath your finger tips, his other hand preoccupied with holding the book he’s reading open. you’re quiet as you just try to ground yourself. curled up on his lap. with no words he’d plant a kiss on your forehead, adjusting slightly so that you’re even more comfortable on his lap.
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godbirdart · 7 months
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"are you a good person" i don't know, am i?? i don't think i get to just Decide that for myself
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ghost-proofbaby · 3 months
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thinking about getting hot chocolate and going to look at christmas lights with eddie.
it all would definitely start because you guys have run out of the hot cocoa supplies at home, and eddie will find any excuse to go and get some from your favorite local coffee shop. it just tastes better from there, he always claims (and he says the same thing about you making it for him at home). thinking about the way you both end up with whipped cream mustaches, sweetened upper lips with tongues covered in chocolate as you get back in his van, all bundled up and clinging to your warm cups for a sliver of reprieve from the cold december outside. you’d assume you’re just going to return home, until eddie starts to take a detour in the drive and oh no how did we end up in this fancy neighborhood where everyone has extravagant decorations? oh well!
he knew exactly what he was doing, though. he just wanted to watch you watch the lights. the way your eyes get all wild, the way your grin is so youthful and just brimming with whimsical excitement. the way you get so extraordinarily excited over something that should be mundane after living through 20+ christmases. all these houses do this every year — the two of you make the same detour every single year. it shouldn’t all be so new to you; and yet you always react like it is, drinking it in like it’s the first time you’ve tasted milk chocolate frothing with melted whipped cream and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen shining lights that resemble icicles dripping from rooftops. and the entire time, he’s looking at you like it’s the first time. the first time he’s laid eyes on you, the first time he’s wanted to kiss your lips so badly his own start to ache, the first time he’s ever seen the color green reflected in someone’s iris just right.
every time he takes you, it’s like he’s getting to fall in love with you all over again. he loves it — he loves you.
the only difference as the years go by is the way you look at him, each year with more fondness he didn’t think was possible. for every excited gasp you let out at reindeers made of crystal lights and blow up santas swaying in the unforgiving wind, you’re looking at him with double the warmth, double the love, double the awe.
he hits nearly every mailbox. several cars are nearly victim to a terrible scraping from his van. he swerves all over neighborhood roads just to keep his eyes on you.
“why are you looking at me like that, munson?”
it feels like the first time you’ve ever said his name, too.
“just enjoying the sights,” he’d whisper, smiling so gently and subtly, taking his foot off the gas and letting the van crawl a lil bit slower so you can gaze at the next house a lil longer.
and when you twist up your face, his heart clenches in time with the twitch of your nose.
“the sights? you’re not even looking out your window at the lights-“
and unlike the first time he took you around to see the lights, to begin this new sacred tradition, he kisses you. leans right over his center console, takes your face in his heated palms, and presses his lips to yours till he can’t tell if the caramel drizzle he’s tasting is from your hot cocoa or his. let’s the icy tip of your nose smash against his. let’s your scarf unravel from around your neck as he brings you in closer.
you might always love the christmas likes like they’re something brand new, a sight to behold, a magic to be held, but he’ll always love you like that. and then some.
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autisticaradiamegido · 5 months
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day 308
u know when its really cold and u can see ur breath and u gotta pretend for a sec that ur a dragon breathing smoke down at ur enemies
yeah
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todayisafridaynight · 4 months
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journalists underestimate the magnitude of my addiction and how far i'll go for the bit
#snap chats#im lying i physically could not marathon this i got school LMAO BUT IMAGINE#my god speaking of school i signed up for a japanese history class. because of course i did#i also needed an extra class and i didnt know what else to put LMAO but i might swap it or somn#thinkin i should get back into theater..... i got like two months to decide anyway#i was thinking about how im gonna play IW during streams... if the lord will let me i might stream for 2~3 hours or so#im putting such a small time limit due to Aforementioned School but also idk if my computer can record any longer than that#when i tried saving the video to my flashdrive it only lasted about two some hours right ? maybe 3 if i remember right#i decided to record to my computer's hard drive instead of the usb since it has more space so maybe i can record longer#ill prob do a test run later today and record a nonsense video. i WILL delete it i just wanna see what the limit is#cause my plan is to just Record One -> Upload It -> Delete OG yk. Lazy Susan type of plan#didnt mean to type out my whole gameplan in the tags LOL BUT HEY I WANTED TO TALK BOUT IT AT SOME POINT#my final message is that ive Hopefully preordered the ichi statue. i say Hopefully cause i am once again doing it through jp rabbit#and i didnt get the confirmation it was successful yet so I Will Simply Wait.#point is it was a lot cheapter than i thought it was going to be <3 yay <3#ok im running out of tags tl;dr im gonna marathon IW until my eyes bleed BYYYE
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angryaromantics · 6 months
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Aromantic is a romantic orientation, but it so heavily affects every aspect of my life that it functions as a modifier for everything else. Like, my romantic orientation is JUST aromantic, but my sexual orientation is aromantic lesbian. Lesbian is a functionally useless term for my sexuality without aromantic as a modifier. I am not having lesbian sex, I am having aromantic lesbian sex, and the distinction is important.
Lesbian by itself implies things about what I want, what sex with me would mean, what life in my orbit entails that I can't ever live up to. I am Not marrying a woman, or dating a woman, or upholding any of the expected thresholds of lesbianism. Despite that, I'm a lesbian!!! The term is mine, but it can't stand on it's own. I'm an aromantic, and an aromantic lesbian, but never just a lesbian.
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momomallowart · 7 months
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The new CG has me in a mood (and the mood is punk goes pop) ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ🤘
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spaceprinceencie · 5 months
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I think about Nagito’s death at the end of SDR2 a lot. There’s so much symbolism and meaning in it. His death reflects a lot of the other deaths from the first game, which is a cool easter egg, but the meaning of that also kind of blows my mind. 
The symbolism of how he’s embodying so much of the despair from the first game, compiled into a single death. How he’s depending on his luck to burn out every last ounce of despair from this death game, while also embodying every ounce from the last one at the same time. He - intentionally/consciously or not - is embodying as much despair as he can so he can burn it all away and bring hope. 
But most recently I’ve also been thinking a lot about the spear. 
Because there’s two major ways you can interpret Nagito’s luck cycle: either luck is a real supernatural force that exists in the DR universe, or Nagito is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Personally, I do think it’s hard to argue that everything that happens to Nagito throughout the series is totally unrelated to some greater supernatural force. But I also think it’s so tragic to think of his luck cycle as just a bunch of psychological tricks. So a little bit of this is a “what if”: even if it’s not the most likely explanation, there is a way of arguing for it and I think that’s interesting. He believes with all his heart that he’s cursed by this luck cycle. That good and bad will happen to him in extremes, in waves. Confirmation bias tells us he’ll pick out that pattern easily, searching for evidence that supports his understanding of the world, and then presenting what is essentially cherry-picked evidence to other characters. Which is often what we see of his luck cycle: the narrative he has constructed. Then, throw in how he’d subconsciously make decisions and put himself in situations that further supports his view of himself and the world. He might purposefully put himself in precarious positions when he thinks there’s bad luck due. He might do something like hang a spear above his own head. That act, metaphorical or literal, is then, also sort of his essence, isn’t it? Nagito hangs spears above him, poised to kill him, and waits for his luck - real or not - to use them. And when the spear falls, because if you keep hanging spears above your head eventually they’ll fall, he calls it intentional and purposeful. He calls it part of his luck cycle. But how much of it is really luck, and how much of it is that he’s just hanging spears and waiting? How much of it is that he really believes he deserves bad luck or pain or hurt? Honestly, we don’t know exactly if the poison killed him before the spear did. We can certainly assume it did, since Monokuma rules Nanami the killer, and because the spear was supposedly released upon Nagito’s death (and the nature of the poison). However, I think there’s enough doubt in there to argue that, even if its unlikely, the spear did kill him. Monokuma could’ve lied, there was no one and no way to prove him wrong after all. The poison could’ve weakened Nagito just enough that he wasn’t dead until the spear impaled him. 
Just, think of the potential symbolism of the fact that we can only assume- based on incomplete and biased observations - that the poison killed him. That Nagito’s luck killed him. From that biased assumption, we are led to believe his luck is cyclic and intentional. Just like everything Nagito does and says could be seen as a biased presentation of evidence that leads us to the same conclusions. But realistically we can also assume that Nagito just killed himself by hanging a spear over himself and waiting. We can also assume Nagito's luck isn't as drastic as he claims. What if, in reality, he just keeps hanging spears above him and waiting, maybe even hoping, they fall?
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k4vehrtz · 3 months
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anyway need more dilf!reader with the reverse(?) daddy kink sort of n maybe live-in nanny(?) toji who's short on money n honestly isn't that bad with your kid. it's just that you're such a high society type of guy and he's rough around the edges (messy, very messy and questionable past) but your kid is spending the night at a friend's house so you two decide to watch a movie together n halfway through he's fingering you under the blanket and then you're riding him and he's just barely whispering in your ear (bcus he doesn't care if someone hears you two) "you take my fingers so well daddy," "did your ex-wife know you liked this type of shit? bet that's why it didn't work out, 'cause she couldn’t treat ya right." "i'm not one to make assumptions about my boss' private life but it seems like you have experience, ya know, riding cock."
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footballshowrot · 9 months
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pretty sure i saw jamie's reaction drinkin dani's mezcal in season one in a post one time compiling moments of him being adverse to drinking booze, and while i get what they were goin for, i always saw that moment with him stickin his tongue out as a cute character detail linking back to the fact that he opts to drink vanilla vodka and blue wkd or whatever and can't really handle hard booze, prefers fruity drinks and bog standard beer
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cuubism · 1 year
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as much as i love traditionally married dreamling - and do i - i also have this bruised softness in my heart for 'what we have is outside relationship constructs, define it at your own peril' dreamling, for 'drifting in and out of each other's orbit with each other as perennial anchor point' dreamling, 'i haven't seen you in sixty years but what's that to an immortal, you are always in my heart' dreamling, 'our lives are not quite one but neither are they apart' dreamling. drop in on me, i am always ready to welcome you. and i will always let you go.
hob as a fixture, a constancy, a hearth, and dream as a wild creature coming in from the cold. it cannot be kept, and you would commit no such sin of trying to, but it can be held, warm, before the fireplace for a while. let it go, and trust that it will come back.
hob as a wanderer, life to life to life, and dream as an ancient, enduring kingdom whose protection is reachable just by closing your eyes. continuance impossible in the waking world but offered as easily as a kiss on the cheek.
there is no keeping a dream, is the thing. and dream does not want to be kept, but he does want to be held, held and let go and held again with those arms always open to him. there is no keeping an adventurer, either, and hob is an adventurer at heart, always ready to see, do, the next thing, but adventurers need a home, too, one that doesn't mind when they come back a little bit different.
go where you need to, when you need to. carry my love with you. and come back to me.
that kind of dreamling.
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esaari · 10 months
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iknowicanbutwhy · 2 years
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Monkey King VS Monkie Kid! Who will win? Probably not the kid who doubts his ability to win and has the lives of everyone in the world resting on his shoulders.
I looked at @xynnoix 's AU and went "oooooh, angsty," and I thought of this idea and went "oooooh, angsty," and I looked at how many panels I couldn't keep from drawing and went "oooooh, angsty," which is really just my thing, you know?
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mamawasatesttube · 1 year
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god. sometimes i think about rebirth kon and how incredibly fucked up his entire situation is. and sometimes i want to play in that space and explore it but the thing is like... its pretty much impossible to actually resolve any of his tragedy there unless its just entirely a story about grief and i ... listen stories about grief absolutely have their place but i'm a softie and i like hurt/comfort and angst with happy endings. i can't do it.
like, genuinely. how fucked up would it be to spend most of your life suicidal until you actually die, and then a scant few years later - after you've been ripped away from everyone you know and love, and you haven't been able to go home but you've been aching for them, enough to persuade a woman to name her unborn child for your grandmother - you find out that they all forgot you. not voluntarily, but they did. and now they do remember you, but they also remember a timeline where you simply never existed. your most formative baseline thought patterns have always been ones where you're okay with killing yourself, and now you know everyone you've been yearning to return to remembers you, but also remembers a time when you simply did not exist, when they never knew you, when you weren't even an afterthought because you were never there.
would that not be completely and utterly horrific?
you know how kon has always been one giant existential crisis after another? haha yeah wow that sure has NOT changed. the only difference as far as i can tell is that so far, nothing in rebirth is acknowledging it. (possible exception to superboy man of tomorrow - at least the setup includes him outright stating he's not doing great and feels unnecessary, but we'll see where it goes!)
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