#oh my what a dizzy vid

[oldfashionedbattlehymn]

yet another random thing i wanted to draw jhdasdgsah I cant with N, he’s just so cute

What am i doing man Oh yea, i made this stupid video kinda breaking down the layers of this to hurt my friend Dizzy’s soul soooo Check it out if you want or something  Stupid vid

#serial designation n #murder drones #little vampire boi #i love him so muuuuuch #stabby stabby #yummy oil

[captainlilyuniverseworld]

if i might make a bloodweave request? astarion's reaction to orin kidnapping gale? either the discovery being in the barn, when orin as gale starts talking about destroying baldur's gate with the orb; or in the sewers, when orin as gale talks about orin cutting pieces of him off? up to you!

Hi Anon,

I had Lae'zel kidnapped in my playthrough so I wasn't super familiar with Gale's version of being kidnapped so watched a couple youtube vids to get an idea of how it'd go. the story kinda got away from me lol. (also plan on writing a part two to this)

Hope you like the way it turned out ❤️

Spoilers for Act 3 of Baldur's Gate 3 under the cut

Pairing: Astarion/Gale

Kidnapped

Gale hummed under his breath as he carried his bundle of books back towards camp. Sorcerus Sundries had been better than expected. They’d found the book on Karsus, after some light breaking and entering, and he blew his expectations. 

Between the Crown of Karsus and the orb in his chest, he could repair the Karus weave. Become its conductor. The power he could wield. It was enough to make him dizzy. 

He rounded the corner and let out a soft oomph as he collided with someone and dropped his books on the ground. 

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry,” the young woman knelt down and began to help him. “If it weren’t my spectacles, I’d really be blind as a bat.” 

He chuckled. “No harm done miss. I suppose I had my head in the clouds so to speak.” He gathered his books back up. “Goodness, that’s quite a bounty you have there. Do you need a hand?” 

“You’re kind to offer, but I wouldn’t want to put you out,” she replied. 

“It’s no trouble at all,” he smiled. Besides, Astarion won’t mind if I’m a little late. 

“Well,” she looked at him from under her lashes. “If you insist.” 

***

Astarion stretched as he made his way back to camp and spotted Gale standing by the campfire near the barn. He had his arms crossed over his chest and seemed deep in thought over something. 

“Careful, I can practically see the wheels turning in that head of yours,” Astarion joked as he joined him.

“Hmm? Ah forgive me, seems I got lost in my thoughts as usual,” Gale chuckled softly. “Do you perhaps have a moment?” 

“For you darling, I’ve got two,” Astarion sat on one of the bales of hay that doubled as a makeshift bed and leaned back on his hands. 

Gale smiled a bit. “I was hoping I might consult your opinion on something.” 

“Really?” Astarion raised an eyebrow. “You hardly consult anyone for anything. And if you do, its yourself.” 

“I do value your opinion, I suppose, but, you understand certain things from my perspective more than anyone. And I thought you might be able to help me come to a good conclusion,” Gale replied. 

“Alright,” Astarion nodded. “What seems to be troubling you then?” He sat up giving the wizard his full attention. 

“I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened to us so far. Killing Kethric Thorm, fighting a literal incarnation of a death god..the army being unleashed on Baldur’s Gate, the netherbrain…”

Astarion nodded. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I don’t know if I would have believed it myself.” 

“It occurred to me that, most, if not all of this could have been avoided if we, if I, had done what Mystra tasked me with. We’ve been so busy trying to find ways around the hard choices that need to be made and I can’t help but wonder if we’re part of the problem...feeding the suffering going on, and I, I wonder if it might be best if I reconsider Mystra’s offer, her gift so to speak.” 

Astarion snorted and laughed. “Oh, oh that is funny. Really you…you,” his laughter died off and he cleared his throat. “You’re…” 

Gale wasn’t laughing. In fact he seemed uncharacteristically calm. 

“You’re joking right?” Astarion stood up and walked over to him. “You really can’t mean that.’ 

“I do,” Gale nodded. “Kethric, Gortash, Orin. They were all right there. I could have, I could’ve ended things, ended it all right there. Or when we met Gortash. The Orb is powerful enough to do that. Kill the Absolute.” 

“And gotten us blown up in the process?” Astarion asked. “For that matter, the entirety of Baldur’s Gate?” 

“Perhaps that would have been for the best. What has Baldur’s Gate done for any of us? Wyll’s father all but disowned him for saving the city the first time. And what has the city done for you? Think about it Astarion, The orb is powerful enough that it could kill Cazador. Imagine how that would feel.” 

“I wouldn’t feel a damned thing if we all get blown up with you,” Astarion replied. 

Astarion curled his hands into his fists. This wasn’t like Gale. Sure the wizard had extreme ideas from time to time. That is what the vampire liked most about him. Thirst for knowledge, thirst for power. 

“I would make sure you were far enough away,” Gale stepped towards him. “You and the others before doing it. I could kill the Absolute and destroy Baldur’s gate. A clean sweep. A clean slate. Maybe that’s what Mystra intended all along. For me, for the city.” 

“What about the crown?” Astarion replied. “What about the fact that we broke into a secret library vault for the very thing you talked about nonstop since we killed Kethric Thorm?” 

Gale shrugged. “What about it? It was a fool's errand. Something to prolong the inevitable.” He shook his head. “Even if I do nothing, and leave the orb, it will consume me one day. It is not healed, it is merely placated. I honestly do not know what keeps from doing it anyway. My own hunger for power, some selfish need to prove my worth to Mystra some other way. You?” 

Gale sounded so broken, so defeated. So different then he had when they’d survived Moonrise Towers. Vibrant and full of life. Excited.

“If I’m being honest, it’s a little surreal being here right now,” Gale drank some of his wine. “Here with you. Here alive. I was so stuck on doing whatever Mystra wanted that I forgot what it was like to enjoy some of the best things life has to offer.” 

“Oh? And what might those things be?” Astarion asked. 

“A good book, a good glass of wine,” he looked at Astarion. “Exceptional company.” 

“Exceptional company hmm?” Astarion smiled. 

He shook his head. 

“This isn’t you Gale. The man I,” care about, “the man I know wouldn’t be thinking these things. I’m supposed to be the only cynic of this group. We’ve no room for two, so you are going to stop being an idiot and we’ll pretend we never had this conversation.” 

“Oh so gentle,” Gale moved to walk a circle around him. “You think saving him now will stop the bloodshed later? It won’t.” 

Astarion stepped back watching Gale’s body contort, hearing his bones break and crack before a plum of dust revealed Orin standing before him. She grinned. He reached for the dagger tucked in the back of his pants and tensed as she reached for him, her nails barely caressing cheek. 

“Now now little piggy, Orin will take care of you. And your little pet,” she cooed. 

“What have you done with Gale?” he narrowed his eyes. 

“Oh nothing, nothing,” she mused. “He’s gasping and gagging on the airs of Bhaals Temple. But I will not cut, his kind dies too quickly and the murder god demand’s a better sacrifice.” She sighed forlorn. “But he sings so sweetly for you little piggy, shudders when he sees my bland...Maybe I’ll take just a finger or two. He doesn’t need them all does he?” 

Astarion felt his stomach twisting. “If you touch one hair on him I will carve that face you think is oh so pretty.” 

He leaned in close, the blade of his dagger dangerously close to her face. 

“Promise promises,” she crooned. “Your little wizard is…safe, for now. But if you do not kill Gortash and bring me his netherstone, I’ll bring you its heart instead.” 

Astarion sagged against the barn wall as Orin disappeared. His fingers gripped the dagger in his hand tightly. He felt sick to his stomach. How long had she been in their camp? How did they not notice, how did he not notice? 

“Astarion, whoa shit hey, it’s just me,” Wyll held his hands up as Astarion turned on his heel, dagger ready. 

“I, apologies,” Astarion cleared his throat and lowered the dagger. “I thought you were Orin.” 

“Orin?” Wyll straightened, hand going to the short sword at his hip. “She was here?” 

Astarion nodded. “She kidnapped Gale, and has him held in Bhaal’s temple.”

“Well shit, what are we waiting for?” Wyll asked. “We need to get everyone, get everything together and go-” 

“And storm in there?” Astarion interrupted. “That’s the very thing she’ll be expecting us to do.” 

As much as he agreed with Wyll’s idea, barging into the temple of Bhaal would have been the dumbest thing they could do in this situation. 

He shook his head. “No, we, we have to be strategic about this…” And hope that Gale can hold out that long. 

***

Astarion ran to the altar Gale was tied, Orin slain and her blood spilled on the floor. He used his daggers to cut the bonds, and wiped the blood from Gale’s face. 

“Gale? Gale?” he searched him for any signs of injury. Brushed his hair back from his face before taking his chin in his hand. 

Even though he didn’t need to breathe, he felt his chest hammering. 

“For fucks sake Gale of Waterdeep if you do not answer me this instant I’m going to burn every book in your tent, with your own wine.” 

“Hea…heard you the first time,” Gale coughed and blinked, opening his eyes to look up at Astarion. “You’re holding my face really hard.” 

Astarion exhaled slowly and let go of his chin. “Sorry...I thought I could never be scared again, but then Orin showed up pretending to be you and I just…” he ran a hand through his hair. “Are you alright?” 

Gale winced as he sat up. “Aside from thinking twice the next time I offer to help someone, no worse for wear I think. And if we never come back here again. That would suit me just fine.” 

He climbed down from the altar and rubbed his wrist as they joined the others. If anyone noticed Astarion standing far too close to Gale than normal, or touching him. His arm, his shoulder, a hand on his lower back as they made their way out of the temple no one made any comment.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale x astarion #gale of waterdeep #astarion #astarion ancunin #game spoilers #fic request #act 3 spoilers

[vvh0adie]

highkey if this was real, they honestly wouldn't have to do this cuz our current one is apparently satisfactory enough

remember that army bomb vid situation that happened on twt ‘for yoongi’ a couple years back?

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welp… we can only get more deranged from here

may i suggest a lingerie set next?

some cutesy chastity contraptions?

day of the week panties with a bow?

nipple and clit/tip piercings?

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ngl these butt plugs lighsticks have their own mood indicators so thats nice

koya: 😌 (i believe god is a woman. i have been enlightened. pussy is love. pussy is life. this is definitely a portal to eternity? oh it feels like eternity and its love wont ever let me go? sign me up. im fine with not being forgiven because what im about to do to YOU?... uh yeah)

rj: 🙂 (sorry what did you say? i dissociated for a bit. im just gonna look at your face now. is that okay? actually excuse me im just finna turn away and scream internally now.)

shooky: 😜 (you already knew what was finna happen tonight babygurl. finna rearrange them guts. hollon i got a playlist for this. )

mang: 😳 (yooooo…where yo clothes at? huh? get naked? nah im good. mmh no, i dont think i wanna look below your face. aineen gon front, but i cant move. if this is a joke, its really something. like eh~ you got me. my nose bleedin'? its polly the altitude. heh heh... ca- can you call 911? i feel dizzy.)

chimmy: 🫤 (ooh baby nooooo. you should cover back up. yeah when i said lets go back to my place for ramen, i meant that literally)

tata: 😐 (bruh... Bruh... BRUH! i know you fuckin’ lyin’. mane grab yo shit and get out… actually you aight cuz imma head out instead. nah stay… just stay put. nah fam i dont need you to walk me out)

kookie: 😛 (aht- we getting naked? ngl i havent gotten laid in 7 years. i will literally fuck anything with a hole atp. just say the words. excuse me if i drool or cum too fast. please say yes. 🎶OPEN THE FLOODGATES OF HEAVEN!!!🎶)

#of vice #im going to hell

[autisticempathydaemon]

hopping straight into this hehe

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

feel this way by mega mango ("i saw you, i sought you/and you saw me too")

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

i <3 horror analysis video essays

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

hold something warm (cat, blanket, person, etc)

What is your favorite of Redacted’s videos, and why?

antons tinkering vid calms my mind and neutralizes my temper. he is so kind

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

david does not appeal to me lol

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

jurassic park

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

the whole DAMN crew but lasko is my best friend. in my mind i drive him to his grindr hookups

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

this novel ive read 3 times (its longer than the bible)

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

7-eleven slurpee or XL coffee depending on the time of year

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

guy enchants me. he is so fucking annoying and i want to smother him

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

i love japanese stage productions (the culture is extremely in depth and niche and cool)

ALSO

im slowly writing a novel and write horror short stories in my free time

Oh, we stan a creative writing duo, so it’s gotta be Guy.

One, do you know that you are giving off 100% Honey vibes? USDA Organic, single origin, California Honey and I love it it’s precious /gen

Two, we adore a couple that writes together! I imagine parallel work, just sitting in the same room and space and typing at your respective laptops, would be such a lovely activity for y’all. Would it be necessarily productive? Maybe!

I can very much see Guy being a bundle of energy, unable to sit still, and you putting your legs on top of his till he gets at least another page of his draft done. Either that or writing is one of the rare times Guy focuses of his own volition, and that ends up being a really quiet, intimate moment for you both, the two of you writing together.

I also don’t know what Guy writes, I’m sure Erik is leaving that ambiguous so we can play around with that, but that bubbly dude paired with a horror writer just tickles me pink, I love it. It’s giving golden retriever black cat, beast boy and raven (gn).

Song:

I've heard about him before/ I wanted to know some more/ And now I know what they mean, he's a love machine/ Oh, he makes me dizzy

I continue and persist with the Honey-kinnie allegations. Guy is most definitely a musical theater kid, and this is the cheesy, glorious shit he’d sing at the top of his lungs, following you around and lovingly harassing you for affection.

Runner-Ups:

I kind of like Regulus for you- a horror for a horror fan. Milo would also be a cute match given he’s a heckin scaredy cat. It’s the horror video essays though. Regulus would have no interest, would turn them off if he thought they were taking your attention from him. Milo would watch them, but he’d get spooked. Guy picks the next one off the suggested videos column, and then you’re both down a twelve-hour knowledge rabbit hole.

Note: I worded the playlist question weirdly; you’re not the only one who sent me a Redacted playlist, so you’re totally fine, dear 💜 also I’m so curious as to what this novel you’re talking about is

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

[alongtidesoflight]

rant time

i'm in the middle of an ongoing migraine attack that started saturday night and yk what i've been on/off having these during stressful phases of my life since i was a teen so it's just like "ah, biweekly pain days" whatever, you just pop a couple painkillers and learn to live with them and try not to bite people's heads off when they unload their issues onto you like you're not curled up into a ball and in pain

the thing that's so annoying about these attacks is how useless i am when they hit

the sensitivity to light and how sore my eyes get and the nausea and dizziness and the brain fog and general confusion, like what am i supposed to do while that's going on?

no don't show me this flashy vid on your phone because if i look at it from the wrong angle i'll projectile vomit all over your phone uwu

the pain's a lil easier right now i could paint- oh no i opened photoshop and my eyes hurt again and my head is now absolutely throbbing

so what if i crank the screen brightness down and write a lil bit on a dark background? whoops lost my train of thought there what was i gonna write?

it's my one week of not attending college because we're on easter break time and i've spent the past three days just bed-/roombound when i've been wanting to do spring cleaning before the weekend because my grandpa is gonna visit from fri-sun

but just like that a week of rest and a bit of cleaning turns into half a week of barely being able to leave the bed and having to speed clean a whole house while still being pretty out of it so i can host someone i don't really wanna see lmfao

overflowing with creative juices but can't create coz head ouchy, need to clean, need to host family that always manages to make my ED worse, and there's just no time to rest in between and with those stress levels up the migraine will for sure return very soon so it's like a circle that never ends

exam season is coming up btw SO we're only at the start of it lmfao

[mabyn-mabyn]

Like/Unlike (And Like Again) | Jinkook Fic

Title: Like/Unlike (And Like Again)

Pairing: Jungkook/Seokjin

Word Count: 18,822

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Tags: Instagram Famous AU, Introverts, Social Media, Meet Cute, Singers, Humor, Awkwardness, Romance

Summary:

Jungkook: if i like someone's post on insta and then unlike it really really fast will they still get a notification Jimin: OOH what did you DO tell us Jungkook: i was looking at this post from one of my fans and i accidentally liked it Tae: WAIT was it a dude and on a scale of 1-10 how hot was he Jungkook: you haven't answered my question??? Jimin: oh he'll definitely see your notif, kook ;)

Jungkook, Instagram-famous singer, doesn't date fans. Then he accidentally likes an old post by user Kim Seokjin. Panic ensues.

People who hate social media don't become Instagram famous.

"You wanna hear a new song, huh?" Jungkook asks, tucking a strand of dyed-purple hair behind one ear.

In his tiny studio apartment, he's both alone and not alone. Can't be alone, not with 56,000 people watching him. The number is dizzying, but the live broadcasts have gotten easier since he's learned how to pay less attention to the viewer count and more attention to the musical connection he's built with his audience.

Sure, before becoming Instagram famous, he spent 90% of his free time online, as any solid introvert might. He'd mostly been a wallflower though, lurking on other people's posts, watching their vids, laughing at their jokes.

But when he breaks out his guitar and starts to sing, a transformation comes over him. Suddenly he wants to be in the limelight.

Well, not exactly be the star, but just...share his music with other people. That magic. It's hard to define, but it's one of the few moments in which he stops feeling like an isolated atom adrift in the universe and more like he's a small part of a cosmic body breathing and existing as one.

"Let's see...I've been trying something out this week, but I'm stuck on the chorus. Tell me what you think."

He's sitting cross-legged on his narrow twin bed, the mattress sunken in the middle from years of use, with his favorite mood lamp casting colorful patterns over the ceiling. In his lap sits the same acoustic guitar he's been playing since he was twelve when his mother had finally, finally surrendered to his desire to switch from piano to guitar.

Sure, he could afford more with the money rolling in from his account sponsors, but he knows viral popularity can be short lived, so he shores up all the cash for an uncertain future and a shaky dream.

He does what he does for the love of it.

He closes his eyes and strums out a few variations on what he's been working on, a melodic ballad with a folksy vibe. The words are nonsense, but that's okay for now, it will come.

For a brief moment, the magic happens, and the guitar becomes a part of his body, and his voice blends together with the sound of the instrument. He ascends into that timeless space for a while before, just as suddenly, it drops away.

He opens his eyes, the room comes back into focus, and, clearing his throat, he scooches forward to read the comments.

Voice of an angel!

call me

What do you mean stuck on the chorus?? this one's going to the grammys!

jungkoookksdff you sexy af!!!

album WHEN

Jungkook grins happily. They like it.

Back then, his first, hesitant post—a 30-second clip of him singing a cappella in a shaky voice—turned into two, then three, and it wasn't long before he got addicted. Maybe he didn't have a lot of viewers at first, but he was finally "putting himself out there," the way Jimin and Taehyung always told him he should. Easy for them to say—there had already established huge follower counts as models.

But it turned out that he liked that feeling, the possibility that every time he posted, someone new would listen, would be inspired by him, would connect with him.

With each post, his popularity grew in dribs and drabs, and then all at once. And when the explosion happened, and the comments flooded in, and the hearts all blazed red, he found himself urged to do more, post selcas, share little notes, and offer stories to his followers. He isn't sure he's good at it, but his follower count, now reaching up to almost 950,000, says otherwise.

Jimin and Taehyung now joke that he's left them in the dust. His followers are drawn to his shyness, Hoseok always says, whose work as a choreographer in the idol industry has given him insight into what drives fan attachment. According to him, Jungkook is authentically awkward in a way that the slick influencers of YouTube and Twitter and Instagram can never quite mimic.

Jungkook leans closer to his phone as he scans through the questions that are coming in.

"Hmm...My tattoo covers my chest on one side and, well, much more," he answers one of the questions with a giggle.

It feels like hanging out with a bunch of friends who all really like him. It's hard to not be flattered. He's learned how to scroll past both the hate and the thirst comments.

The majority of his fans are actually quite sweet, posting heart emojis or complimenting his singing or asking him innocent questions. He loves it all. He's even, according to Jimin, sort of figured out how to flirt with his viewers.

"You what?" he asks in disbelief. "You want to see? I don't think so. I'd have to take off my shirt. Really?? Oh my god. You're all shameless. Okay, maybe just a little..."

He shifts around on the bed until his back is facing the camera. Thankfully, since the room is fairly dark, it's less embarrassing than it could be. Besides, it's not like he doesn't post thirst traps every other day, selcas of him wearing low-cut tanks showing off his collarbones or half-unbuttoned shirts hinting at the outline of his pecs. Taehyung's great at composition.

But taking off his clothes live while interacting with fans, no time lapse between what he's doing and the moment they see him, no editing the photographs or selecting the most appropriate one, feels more intimate and more scary.

He unbuttons the shirt just enough so that he can push it down his shoulder, giving the camera a look at the part of his tattoo that he's never revealed. It's an intricate floral pattern in a circular arrangement that brings out the shape of his muscles. He knows it's pretty.

Now his fans know, too. He thrills a little at the idea that they might find it attractive.

He turns his chin over his shoulder to peek at the camera. "You like it?"

He giggles again and tugs his shirt back up, then quickly redoes the buttons.

When he settles back into position and returns to his phone, the screen is overrun with comments. They're coming in so fast that he can barely make out what they say.

Hot as hell, Jungkook-ssi!

ooh, what is it? are they flowers?

that must've hurt!

You're so beautiful, please marry me

"Okay, one more song?" Jungkook asks, picking his guitar back up. He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "How about something older, since we just heard something new?"

Song requests stream in. "Okay, yeah, we can do City Streets."

He takes a deep breath before launching into one of the first songs that earned him a real following. For this song, he neglects the guitar as he belts out each verse in full voice.

Although he's sung it hundreds of times by now, he still connects with the passion of the song. It's not exactly that shimmery, excited feeling he had when he first performed it, but rather a matured ache layered with the experience of all its previous performances and everything that followed.

"That's a wrap!" Jungkook waves at the camera and offers his brightest smile. "I'll be posting another clip tomorrow, so look out for that! And if you don't already, please give me a follow! It keeps me going. All right, everyone, borahae!"

He puts on his signature outro track. He always waits a few minutes at the end of his lives before logging off. There's something bittersweet, both sad and energizing, about the array of goodbye messages his listeners leave him before they depart.

You improve every day, Jungkook-ssi

the image of your muscled back is gonna haunt my dreams tonight istg

TAKE MY MONEY!!!

aw, this song is such a fave ::pleading eyes emoji::

One reply comes in that's so long it fills the entire screen. Jungkook can barely scan it before it floats away.

Something about life being shades of grey, with each day indistinguishable from the other, but Jungkook's art—yes, the commenter had called him an artist—being the one dash of color that got them through.

Jungkook has to remind himself not to frown too much in concentration as he reads. Jimin always said it would give him wrinkles.

He catches sight of the commenter's name before it disappears from the screen—Kim Seokjin.

Okay, Kim Seokjin-ssi. Let's see who you are, Jungkook thinks to himself as he closes down his live.

He stretches his arms over his head and bends his torso to one side, then the other. He's cramped after sitting for so long and holding his body rigid. He shifts back to the head of the bed so he can recline against the soft pillows, and curls around his phone.

He scrolls through his recent posts one at a time until he catches a comment that user Kim Seokjin left a week ago on a selca he'd taken in front of the recording studio. Jungkook is standing outside on the sun-drenched sidewalk wearing a fitted black t-shirt, and yeah, it's a bit of a thirst trap, but his fans love those.

so very pretty, jungkook-ssi

Jungkook finds himself blushing. The comment isn't that different from the usual kind of thing he gets, but something about the approving tone of it in combination with the long, emotional missive Kim Seokjin had just blasted into his live stands out to him.

Curiosity piqued, he clicks on Kim Seokjin's username, and a barrage of selcas featuring a very, very handsome man floods the screen.

"Wow," Jungkook can't help but murmur out loud. Having as many followers as he does, he's seen his fair share of good-looking men. They're eager to pack his DMs with their best selcas or send him offers of, ahem, financial support. But Kim Seokjin is of a different class entirely. He clicks on one of the photos to enlarge it. Creamy skin fills the screen. "Wow."

The man's black hair is slicked back from a broad forehead, his full red lips are parted sinfully, face tipped back. But what most captures Jungkook's attention are his eyes, narrowed slightly, enhanced with smoky eyeshadow, and gazing directly at the camera as if captured in a moment of seduction.

A flannel shirt is stretched across broad shoulders, and it's unbuttoned enough to reveal a well-used blue t-shirt. The striking thing is that the man isn't even trying to be hot. It's not a thirst trap. He's not even alone. He's sitting in a cafe with a couple of friends who are chatting, relaxed, and seem blissfully unaware of the camera. Only Seokjin seems to know they're being photographed.

The camera clearly loves his face. And honestly, how is this guy not a household name? He's easily better looking than most of the actors Jungkook lusts over.

He jumps back to Seokjin's profile. 59 followers. So definitely not a star. He's just some guy. His bio reads part-time human, full-time sloth. overthinking never brought anyone peace. An idiosyncratic sentiment, but not technically untrue. Despite the flippant line, the man is clearly someone who overthought the point to begin with.

So: a reluctant philosopher. Age? Not given. Older than him by a few years, but possibly shy of 30. Married? Children?

Jungkook clicks back to the photos and scrolls through. Doesn't seem like it. The only other people who appear are the two men from the cafe, sometimes together, sometimes just one. They're attractive in their own way, he supposes, but they're normal people.

They make Seokjin seem like he might be a real person, too, and not some account that stole the photos of a model to establish a fake identity. The friends are tagged in a few of the photos, Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi, and the Kim Namjoon one is always obscenely, expensively well-dressed. Interspersed with the sporadic selcas are snapshots of floral arrangements spotted on city streets and scenery from vacations.

He keeps scrolling down until he comes across one post that looks different from the others. Professionally shot, Seokjin's lovely frame is draped in a bold, printed silk shirt matched with trousers so soft Jungkook can practically feel the wool between his fingers. In the hands of someone who is clearly a professional photographer, Seokjin's striking looks blossom.

The stats on the image read 56k likes. Okay, wow. Seokjin's account may be obscure, but this post clearly enthralled people. The tagline reads, Changed up my day job today. Like it? The thirsty comments that follow reveal that yes, people liked it.

Seokjin could be a model. Part of Jungkook wonders why he isn't, but he also gets it. He loves sharing his music, and he needs an audience to do that, but the attention, the scrutiny, the need to perform aren't for him. Maybe this Seokjin feels the same.

He scrolls back up the posts and decides he prefers Seokjin's casual, everyday pics instead. In them, Seokjin appears relaxed and happy, like a regular person who was accidentally born with the face of a god and hasn't quite figured it out.

Jungkook lets his finger graze over one of the pics in which Seokjin is laughing, sprawled out on a sofa and covering his body with his arms as if protecting himself. Is the person behind the camera tickling him? It must be heady to make someone like Seokjin smile so big. Jungkook finds himself strangely jealous. He gets a little lost staring into Seokjin's beautiful eyes, and when he finally shakes off the spell, that's when he notices.

The little heart below Seokjin's post is filled in red.

Wait. Did he do that? Did he like Seokjin's photo? Jungkook? When?

He looks at his traitorous finger in horror. He must have clicked it accidentally when he was tracing the outlines of Seokjin's face. Hold on.

Tracing the outlines of Seokjin's face? Who does that? The little heart glares red at him ominously.

Then an even worse thought occurs to him: Seokjin will see his like. He'll see his like and know that Jungkook was scrolling deep deep through Seokjin's page. This isn't even one of the latest posts, it's way, way down there. Seokjin will know that Jungkook has been scoping him for—how long has it been? He glances at the clock. An hour. Ugh. He's never interacted with one of his fan's pages before.

That would be weird. This is weird.

In a desperate attempt to undo the mistake, he unclicks the heart. The red drains from it immediately, leaving an empty shape outlined in black. Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief.

Erased.

But.

Will Seokjin get a notification anyway?

He will, won't he? Jungkook gets so many notifications he doesn't even see them anymore, the first few usernames appearing in his feed followed by a "+ 500 more." But Seokjin with his 59 followers? He'll see every one of them.

Jungkook peeks at how many people have liked this post. Two. Okay, yeah, Seokjin will definitely see his notification. Fuck. Seokjin's going to think he's creeping on him. (He might be creeping on him?)

Jungkook if i like someone's post on insta and then unlike it really really fast will they still get a notif

Tae what did you do kook-ah

Jungkook i can hear the judgment in that question and im offended

Jimin OOH what did you DO tell us

Jungkook no it's embarrassing, just answer

Tae YES TELL US

Jungkook god it's not a big deal, but i was looking at this post from one of my fans and i accidentally liked it, and i dont want them to think, idk!! whatever they might think

Jimin relax kook you're not wonho or sth. it's not like gonna be in dispatch that you randomly liked some dude's post

Tae WAIT was it a dude ::eyes emoji:: and on a scale of 1-10 how hot was he

Jimin yeah was he hot is that why you were insta-stalking him

Jungkook i was NOT stalking him! See!!! this is exactly what i DONT want him to think you're proving my worries are valid

Jimin SO HE WAS A 10

Tae oooh link us link us link us we wanna see

Jungkook NO. and you haven't even answered my question??? WILL HE GET A NOTIF OR NOT?? this is why i shouldve texted hobi hyung

Jimin oh he'll definitely see your notif, kook-ah ;)

Read the rest on AO3

#bts fanfic #jinkook #myfic

[sickbonezg]

MIlk chuck

summary: Gerard is a youtuber who does stuffing vids. This is the 1L milk challenge video.

Paring: None.

Rating: PG13

warnings: puke and swearing.

thanks to @justtummythings (who isn’t on Tumblr anymore but I miss them) for the au idea!!!!! 

 Gerard started his camera and looked at his computer screen.

"Hey Everyone. This is JerseyBoy77 and I am going to do a challenge. Try to drink 1L of milk in an hour and not vomit." Gerard shook up the milk and added the food colouring. "

Okay." He began drinking the milk and his stomach filled quickly. "Oh..." He groaned and belched before continuing to drink. 350ml of milk was now in his stomach. He rubbed his tummy and groaned.

"I - My stomach is in pain...It hurts, guys. I still have 650ml left to drink. It's rumbling up a storm, but I'm gonna try to finish this..." Gerard contiuned drinking and another 200ml was added to his stomach.

He got to 850ml around the 45-minute mark and the 150ml was taunting him.

"Uuuuuurrrpppp! Oh, that feels funny..." He swallowed down the 150ml of milk and looked at his stomach, it was looking pregnant as he shook his stomach and grinned.

The 1L in his stomach didn't appreciate being jostled around and he paled.

"Oh, my tummy didn't like that...I'm feeling so sick...I'm so dizzy, the room is spinning and my stomach is a merry-go-round on fire, but I wanted to finish this video for you all...I'm going to go lie down and sleep off this stomachache...Peace. Like and sub if you enjoyed this, oh, and commen...buuuurp...comment what you want me to do next..." Gerard turned off the camera and lay on his bed, his long black hair falling in his face.

"Fuck. My stomach is killing me...." he groaned.

"Gerard...are you okay?” Mikey asked. 

"Mikes, I'm gon-" Gerard was cut off when the milk splattered in the bin beside his bed.

“Sorry I asked dude.."

#Youtuber AU #gerard way #sick gerard way

[gothicbabydollz]

okay i saw the nipple piercing request which made me think…..Azriel overstimulating you by sucking and licking on your nipple piercings while the shadows contribute…..oh my gods

the jealousy i have for people with really sensitive nipples 😩

ayo i saw a twitter vid with overstim from nipple worship and lemme tell ya, it was so fucking good 😮‍💨

Before Azriel, you never would have believed you could climax from nipple play alone. But Azriel soon discovered how sensitive your perky buds were and used it to his advantage. The male had laid you down and worshiped your pretty tits until you were trembling beneath him and soaking your flimsy panties.

Now when you got your piercings, your nipples only became even more sensitive…

Which is why you’re under Azriel, with your head thrown back as you whine his name pathetically. His mouth has been working your nipples for what feels like hours, your cunt is throbbing and the stimulation is making you dizzy. You’re trapped. Azriel’s fingers are laced with yours, pinning your hands above your head. His body engulfs yours and his wings conceal you beneath him as they drape around the two of you. Azriel’s thigh presses between your legs, letting you rub your dripping heat against him with every buck of your hips.

Moving back and forth between your breasts, Azriel teases your nipples with his tongue, switching between gentle flicks and slow strokes. You’re gasping, squirming, whimpering his name. “Azriel, Az- please. Too much.” He hums in response, lips wrapping around your perky nipple and sucking. Azriel’s eyes find yours, the look in them pulls another whimper from your throat. You know he has no intention letting you go any time soon.

There’s a gentle tug on the hoop decorating your nipple. You find the dark wisps of Azriel’s shadows swirling over your chest, caressing your overly sensitive skin. They don’t want to leave any inch of you neglected as Azriel’s mouth is busy with your other nipple, licking and nipping at you. You whine, feeling so much pleasure all at once. The broken, needy sound only spurs Azriel to work harder, wanting to hear it again.

Azriel pulls off your nipple with a lewd pop. He kisses the valley of your breasts before giving you a primal grin, teeth shining and lips swollen. “Mm, make such pretty noises, bunny,” He groans, placing another soft kiss to your hot skin, “I want more. I’m not stopping until you’re crying for me, bunny. Let me make you feel good. Show me you can take it like a good girl.” And I-

#drabbles ❥ #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel smut #acotar #azriel x reader smut #acotar azriel #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel drabbles #azriel x you

[elenamiria]

The Bad Batch x Reader - Kinktober Day 12

Threesome (or more) | Uniforms | Role Reversal 

Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: fivesome, unprotected sex, masturbation (m and f), Oral (m and f receiving), voyeurism, recording, daddy kink, creampie 

Kinktober Day 12 (#1)  « Kinktober Masterlist »  Kinktober Day 13

Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard

Your fingers pumped desperately as mewls flew from your lips. You were needy and aching, your troopers were away on a mission, they had been for about a week now, and you had no idea when they were coming back. Tech had left you a disk with holo vids, ones that he recorded - ones of you fucking them, in case you needed them he said. Turns out you did need them, your sex drive was high but it was nothing compared to your men who made sure you were dizzy with pleasure whenever you wanted which happened almost daily. So, a week apart was near torture and your fingers were poor substitutes for what you truly craved.

As you watched Hunter pounding away at you in shaky blue you failed to notice the telltale noises of your boys coming home.

When the door to your room swung open with a bang you shrieked, quickly pulling your fingers out of yourself, and dove for the nearest blanket. Hunter winced at the loud noise before walking into the room muttering, “What a welcome home, I thought I smelled something...delicious.”

A loud call of your name echoed from behind him and suddenly Wrecker was barreling into the room. He raced to your side before pulling you into a passionate kiss. Smiling into it you cupped his face, eagerly returning his affection. When you pulled away you looked back to the others, Crosshair and Tech having filed in behind Wrecker, and a large relieved smile covered your face, “I missed you all so much, I’m so happy you’re home!”

“You missed us so much you couldn’t wait for us, huh baby?” Hunter questioned a knowing gleam in his eye. Tech’s wide eyes flew to the holo disc laying on the ground and a wide grin covered his face, the light by the side of his glasses lighting up red as he started recording. Crosshair approached you on the opposite side of the bed as Wrecker, who’s large palm was resting on your neck still. Crosshair eyed your body, your naked bottom half was covered by a blanket and your top half was clad in one of Wrecker’s spare undershirts, his fingers danced over your thigh. Gripping the blanket lightly he started tugging it down slowly as he did he quietly whispered, “Why don’t you show us what you’re hiding under there, show us all what a filthy girl you are.”

You whined as the blanket was pulled past your hips and down your thighs, exposing your dripping cunt to them. Crosshair eagerly dipped his fingers into your swollen folds, his long fingers gathering your slick as he slowly pumped in and out. Wrecker groaned from beside you as he started undressing. Crosshair leaned down to capture your lips with his and as you kissed he murmured against your lips, “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?”

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as you nodded into the kiss. You were rewarded by his thumb circling your clit and a moan was swallowed by his eager lips.

Wrecker called your name and you broke apart from Crosshair to turn to him, you moaned again at the sight of him palming at his massive length. You used your elbows to sit up as you beckoned him over and when he reached you you took him as best you could into your mouth. You felt Crosshair’s fingers leave you and started when a tongue lapped at your pussy. Pulling away for a moment you looked down to see Hunter’s head buried in between your thighs, long dark strands of his hair tickling your thighs. He licked and nipped at you as you returned to messily blowing Wrecker, it was always a struggle whenever you took the large trooper in your mouth. Your spit  coated your chin on every bob of your head and you had to use your hand to pump the parts of his cock that would fit into your mouth. You knew Wrecker loved it as he was very vocal with calls of your name, enthusiastic ‘Oh yes’s and his loud groans as his hips thrust forward lightly.

Tech circled around the bed always trying to get the best angle of your body, the best shot of your blissed out expression. He gently pushed your top up over your breasts and tweaked at your nipples causing you to let out a muffled whine. Hunter seemed content on edging you, nipping and suckling at your clit as your pussy clenched and you bucked your hips, he would pause right as you built up to let you drop down again. When he had his fill of your sweet nectar he stood up, removing just enough of his armor to take out his aching length and plunged into your depths. You pulled off of wrecker with a pop to cry out Hunter’s name and the he started a harsh pace. As he pounded away into your soaked cunt he growled your name whenever he thrust particularly deep and your walls clenched around him. Wrecker whined out your name as you had been distracted by watching Hunter’s thick cock disappearing into your body, coming back out coated in your juices.

Turning your attention back to Wrecker you started sucking his length again, taking his as far into your mouth as you could. He stared down at you in awe as you lapped at his head and when you looked up at him, eyes filled with adoration and lust, he thought he could bust right there. But he held out, wanting to be with you for as long as possible, until you reached your hand up to caress his face. He had to bend down for you to reach him, you had shifted all of your weight to one arm, but as soon as your fingers brushed his scarred cheek he was exploding, ribbons of cum shooting into your warm mouth. You gladly swallowed him all down and he shook slightly as you sucked him clean, pulling away as it was too much and backing away. 

Now that you had one less distraction Hunter drew your attention back to him, he had been kneeling in between your legs but now that Wrecker had moved he crawled up your body to hover over you. His thrusts had slowed again and you were aching to cum, your eyes begging him. He took mercy on you and considering how sensitive he was to everything he starting to verge on overstimulation. His pace sped up dramatically as you wrapped a leg around his waist, the other falling wide open, and one of his hands snuck to rub fiercely at your clit. His face buried in your neck biting and sucking away, claiming you. As he hit a particular sensitive spot on your neck with a sharp bite it all came crashing down around you. A loud cry pulled from your throat and your back arched as you clenched tightly around Hunters length. His hips stuttered as he fell over the edge with you, whimpers only loud enough for you to hear left him as he pumped you full of his seed. He pulled away quickly, he always did - the sensations tended to overwhelm him and he retreated from the room after tucking himself away.

Tech wandered over having taken his cock out finally and was casually stroking it. You reached for him but a subtle head shake told you exactly what he wanted. You ran your hands down your body, stopping to play with your tits. You tweaked your nipples and rolled the nubs between your fingers playing up your reactions with added moans as you writhed on the bed. You kept one hand on your breast as your other trailed to your folds. You were able to plunge two fingers in easily and started pumping away, keeping your little show up. You moaned his name out desperately over and over as you rubbed at your clit and you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as you bit your lip. Letting a low whine out you called to him again, “Tech, oh baby, I want you to cum all over me. Cum all over my tits please, I want you so badly!”

With your words his pace sped up and a small moan of your name left his mouth as spurts of cum flew from his cock to coat your chest. You kept moaning as he came and with a grin you leaned forward licking his cock clean before you leaned back and gathered his cum on your fingers. You held eye contact as you slipped the fingers coated in his essence into your mouth, eyes closing with a moan as you sucked on them. You pulled your fingers from your mouth with a pop and a cheeky grin. Tech blushed at the display and he leaned down to give you a small peck and a whispered ‘thank you’ before he left the room.

You glanced over to the wall that Crosshair was leaning against, having been patiently waiting until the two of you were alone. Crosshair strolled to the bed sitting on the edge, he had stripped down to his blacks while you were occupied and you saw the tent in them as his cock strained for freedom. He patted his thigh and you scooted upright so you could straddle him. His hands gently slid up your sides to fling your shirt off your body, leaving you completely bare. His eyes trailed up and down appreciatively before he said, “Why don’t you ride Daddy’s cock?”

You bit your lip at his tone and nodded as you pulled him free from his pants, stroking up and down a few times. Greedily you lined him up and sunk onto his long cock until he was sheathed to the hilt. You moaned and started to raise your hips up and down, your thighs slapping against his. Your tits shook tin time with your movements and Crosshair’s eyes were drawn to them, hands coming to cup them. You bounced on his lap, hands bracing on his shoulders, as fast as you could and your thighs burned. You moaned as Crosshair started to raise his hips to meet your thrusts, and his precise fingers flicked at your nipples. You whimpered his name out and his hands shifted to your hips to help raise and slam you back onto his cock. “Stars your taking my cock so well, such a good little girl for me. You’d do anything I said wouldn’t you?”

You groaned out a yes as one of your hands snuck down to rub your clit. Crosshair’s hand smacked yours away as he took over and shifted his hips to hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. His precise fingers toying with your clit mixed with his pace as he slammed into your g-spot at each thrust had you unraveling before him and he crooned, “That’s a good girl, cumming all over Daddy’s cock.”

His hips raised higher than before as he continued to fuck up into you, faster now, his fingers kept at your clit as you became incoherent with pleasure and overstimulation. You could barely comprehend when your world flipped and you were on your back, legs tossed over Crosshair’s shoulders as he pounded away into your pussy. The new angle allowed him to press into you deeper, hips slapping against your ass at each thrust, and he approached his orgasm quickly, grinding out, “I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy up, can you cum one more time for daddy?”

His hand worked furiously at your clit and a light slap on your bundle of nerves had you spiraling into bliss as you called his name out loudly. His moan mixed with yours as his hips slammed into you as he came, panting your name out and the hand on your hip tightening harshly. You panted as his cum squirted deep inside of you adding to the already full feeling you had after Hunter came. Crosshair pumped into you a few more times ensuring you got every drop of his cum deep within you before he pulled out. Crosshair lowered your legs gently, rubbing your hips lightly to ensure your muscles weren’t too sore and you smiled up at him blearily as you muttered, “Are you going to stay with me?”

A rare smile covered his face and he nodded pulling out of you gently. He softly stroked your face and said he was going to grab something to clean you up with. As he left you noticed Wrecker lurking in the doorway. You called out to him softly and he shyly entered. With a smile you beckoned him over asking if he wanted to stay with you tonight as well, to which he excitedly nodded. Crosshair returned with a damp cloth and eyed Wrecker muttering, “He can stay as long as he stays on his side of the bed.”

You giggled, the last time you were all together Crosshair had ended up being thrown from the bed when Wrecker rolled over to the middle of the bed causing you to shift back and thus knocking Crosshair off the edge. After Crosshair got you cleaned up the three of you settled into bed, the two men on either side of you. Crosshair’s back pressed against yours and you were half laying on Wrecker’s large torso. It didn't take long before you were drifting off to sleep, warm, cozy and feeling perfectly at home.

#the bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #the bad batch smut #kinktober 2020 #star wars smut #reader insert smut

[dizzydancingdreamer]

2 random headcanons for you

1) Elijah HAS tik tok and posts suit styling videos sometimes, his comments are full of girls making comments like “oh Ik it’s big” or “marry me please” and my god you can bet Rebekah and Kol LOSE it. He’s also on zodiac sign and tarot card tik tok, he posts herbal remedies he learned from Esther that he makes with Kol. Everyone is thirsty for them, it’s like corpse but better.

2) Elijah and Stefan would’ve been BEST FRIENDS in the 1500s, like okay picture the Eli we saw in the 1500s and add Stefan in the 1930s when he’s all post artist Klaus and he’s emo and philosophical. So now throw those two together in the 1500s and you get Eli and Stefan having tea together and having big philosophy discussions every Wednesday afternoon. They are constantly talking about loss of love and being emo over both being played by Katherine even tho she really loved them. And it’s just such a solid relationship and they bond over having wild brothers. And then you can segue that into klefan and a best friends brother au. Or Stefan and Elijah because like okay maybe I’m reaching but best bfs.

Those are my thoughts for you tonight dizzy

ELIJAH ON TIKTOK STEALING WHAT HE LEARNED FROM KOL AND ACCIDENTALLY GAINING LIKE WAY TOO MUCH CLOUT. Imagine that’s how Mikel found them??? Bc fucking Elijah gained so much traction with TikTok clout that everyone knew him. Like mikel do be out here being angsty like I can never find my sons and a random ass teen girl walks by and is like “do you mean SuitMaster2910??” And Mikel is just like HUHHHH??? THATS MY SON????

Klaus is def mad that Eli’s thirst traps make him more views than Klaus’ actual hard work arttok vids he gets salty at the dinner table about it FOR SURE

Kol DEFINITELY manages his account tho. Eli i feel like wouldn’t be good at editing the videos so Kol is like I’ve got this brother and whips out a master suit rating video.

Bekah deadass cracks open a bottle of wine once in a while and just rates the comments he gets

“Daddy” 4/10, unoriginal and simple

“How big are your feet?” 8/10, also unoriginal but it makes her laugh WAY too hard

“Do you have a sister?” 12/10, definitely hits those ladies up

STOP STEF AND ELI HAVING BOY BRUNCH OVER KATHERINE! They aren’t even philosophical they’re just heartbroken emo boys???? They def go swimming too. Like boy brunch but make it lagoon style. They do be two bros chilling not five feet apart and gossiping about how Kat trashed them this week. Like oh you thought her leaving you at the ball was bad? Good sir you should hear what she did to me at the stables. And they fucking just drink their fucking 1500’s wine and be crusty while also kissing on the lips everytime they leave a gathering just because they can???? They’re such drama babies???

#my response is short but I just screamed about these with my twin #I love you lottie #I’m going to think about Eli and Stefan for a whole two days now

[yabaina]

28/09/20 Hiroko’s cute talk pt.1

This week’s video is the second one in a series of BGM vids (the first being the cicada talk one),which are meant to be used as background noise just to hear Hiromu talking about everything and anything.

I’ve decided to transcribe it in as much detail as I can handle as a challenge, so I’m sorry but this will be quite long and will probably be cut in 2 to 3 parts.

Here are the main things he talked about: body hair, Fortnite, outdoors vs indoors, protein shakes and whether or not he has body goals.

The video starts with Hiromu discussing the success of the cicada talk video with the staff lady (SL) and he says he was surprised by how many people seemed as interested in cicadas as he is. SL tells him that people probably just enjoy hearing about his thought process.

As he’s talking with his hand on his bare leg, he remarks that as a guy he doesn’t have much body hair.

Hiromu: I don’t have much body hair, do I? When I wrestle I usually wear trousers so they’re hidden, seeing my legs is kinda rare isn’t it? Here, look. (that’s when he points his leg at the camera) What do you think? Hey aren’t there a lot of wrestlers who shave/wax?

SL: Is that so?

Hiromu: Wait I said that a bit randomly lol. As I said it i thought “wait, who does?” Aren’t there though? Wrestlers have that image of a smooth, hairless skin right?

SL: I heard that the hair gets rubbed off (?)

H: Aah that, yes for instance when your knees rub against the training mats, the hair does get rubbed off (?), it doesn’t grow anymore. Look my knees are smooth. My fingers too, aren’t there people who grow hair there? I don’t.

SL: I think normally, everyone grows hair there??

H: Ah see, I think I lack male hormones, and I have more feminine hormones.I think that’s why I don’t have much body hair. I don’t know for sure tho.

SL: You could get a genetic test done? (I think she’s wants to try one too)

H: Oh this is interesting. Does it tell you about why your hair grows or not?

SL: It can tell you many things, like what type of food makes you gain weight etc.

H: Aah, that type of thing! How much does it cost though? It sounds expensive.

SL: I wonder, *laughs* it’s probably expensive.

H: I want to try it- Ah but it doesn’t matter, this conversation probably isn’t very interesting.

SL: People might find it interesting to know you have thin body hair.

H: Ah, but when I get told I have thin body hair, I get “ugh” *sighs*.

H: Nowadays, or rather during the quarantine -it was three months wasn’t it- I got really hooked on video games. Do you know about Fortnite?

SL: I’ve heard about it.

H: *explains what Fortnite is* I got super hooked on that game. I was playing constantly it was like I was either training, or watching movies or playing Fortnite. 

SL: H- How much time did you spend playing?

H: *laughing* I said that but I played two hours a day at most. When I played too much I’d get dizzy/nauseated. I get game sick lol. Fortnite moves a lot so after an hour I’m like “Ugh I feel nauseated… but I want to play some more”. And then I keep playing but two hours is my maximum. I guess two hours a day isn’t what you call ‘a lot’ huh?

SL: No well, it’s a lot considering you play while feeling sick from it…

H: Haha true. It’s an addictive game. It makes you want to get better at it. AH, I couldn’t wrestle for three months, right? At some point I thought to myself “seriously… If I can’t wrestle, should I try and become a pro gamer?” I looked it up, and saw that in the world championship, the winner gets a 3M$ prize. I was so shocked. I don’t think there’s a pro wrestler in the world who earns 3M$. 

H: Anyway there are ranked games (?? I know nothing about fortnite) and I thought, let’s start by winning those, so I went and joined one. It started and I immediately got shot down while I was still in my parachute. I was ranked 99th in a 100 person game.

SL: *trying to laugh silently, failing a little*

H:I went “oi oi oi” and “what happened to the guy who died before me”. I didn’t think I would get first place but I thought the top 10 was feasible. I wondered what my daily two hours were worth. It was a shock. Anyway I never said I’d become a pro gamer after that lol. Even though I had already started thinking about what to buy with 3M$.

SL: What would you buy with that money?

*** I will stop here for the first part bc this post is becoming very long and we’re only 10 minutes in a 30min video. I’ll post the next parts as soon as I can***

#english is not my first language so #sorry for any mistakes #this is so late because I accidentaly DELETED THE ENTIRE POST YESTERDAY #i cried a bit and got back to work when I found the motivation #Hiromu's voice is rly quite soothing tho; so it wasn't all bad :3 #hiromu takahashi #takahashi hiromu #hirochan's yt

[jackalopingintothevoid]

Sur(real)

John didn’t think he’d ever seen a sky so blue.

There was a strong wind, pulling at his hair and clothing, rushing past his uncovered skin; he’d gotten used to it, but even with the sun beating down it was almost too cold. It carried the rustling and scent of the grass with it, and the sensations were prickling at something in his brain, as if they were familiar.

Glancing back over his shoulder, John could still see Hood’s encouraging smile. The Admiral had been vague about how he’d managed all of this, and John wasn’t going to ask. He was still trying to figure out if he was grateful or resentful, nervous or excited.

All he knew for sure was that his stomach had tightened into a thick knot that didn’t seem like it was going to loosen anytime soon, and the lump in his throat was getting bigger as he approached the enclosed pavilion.

There were too many unaccounted for variables, too many unknowns. He’d never been to this part of this planet before (never seen so much open green space outside of his dreams), there would apparently be no one monitoring the meeting, no other person nearby aside from Lord Hood who was clearly staying a ways off. John wasn’t in armour; wasn’t in BDUs or dress blues.

A soft t-shirt, bereft of medals. Stiff jeans with only four pockets and little give. A light jacket that barely provided protection from the chill. Thick boots that felt sturdy to walk in but were clearly made from suboptimal materials.

Unfamiliar. Exposed.

John reached the wooden door, and stopped. There were glass panes in the frame, and it was still somewhat startling to see his own reflection. It had changed significantly over the past two weeks, but he hadn’t seen much of it before then either.

(He should have realised that Lord Hood would not be pleased at his defiance-- but no one could have predicted that he’d spend the next fortnight being dragged around planetside in civvies because “some sun will do you good”.)

This must have been planned from the start. Perhaps his face now would be more familiar than it might have been otherwise.

That thought made him feel... odd, so he brushed it aside-- and hesitated. Should he knock, or just enter? He was expected but...

He needed to stop standing here.

Struggling to swallow, John opened the door.

He recognised the elderly couple sat inside, past the little ornate table laden with tea and cookies; Hood had shown him the photos and vid messages they’d sent. Photos and messages they’d given to a stranger who’d promised they’d reach John. Messages filled with tears and smiles and We’ve missed you so much, we’re so glad you’re alive.

All other thoughts ground to a halt at their eyes on him. They both gasped at the same time, and for one long moment all was still.

He felt the faint urge to bolt, but was pinned in place by those eyes.

Then they both stood, and the man-- his father (that felt so strange) surged forwards with a tearful cry of, “John!” and he flinched back before he could catch himself.

To the-- to his father’s credit, he stopped dead, took two steps back, but the huge smile stayed on his face, even as the tears fell down his cheeks. “John.” He said again, voice worn and rough with age and use, and there was such joy in it that John had no idea what to do. “John, oh John!”

This was-- he didn’t know what to do. It was too much, too intense, too... big.

Too big. It filled the room, he filled the room, despite being smaller than John; though, admittedly, not by much. This was... familiar. Faint, distant, the impression of booming laughter rather than the sound, but familiar all the same. Somehow that only made it worse.

Slowly, his father approached again, blue eyes (blue like John’s) drinking in every detail. John tried to control his breathing and slow his heart as Mr-- no, no, he’d chosen this, he was going to put in the effort-- as... dad? No, that was... as his father reached out to grasp his shoulders.

The older man squeezed firmly, then laughed breathlessly, and John found himself a little calmer, more grounded. The person in front of him was solid and warm; it was just as reassuring to him as it was to his father.

His father, who was reaching up further to cup his cheeks. His father, who’s hands were softer than he expected, but he still couldn’t tear his gaze away from those glittering, joyful eyes. He didn’t think anyone had ever been so happy to see him (half expected a Spartan smile).

“My boy,” his father breathed, “look at you. Come,” He half turned towards the pavilion’s other occupant, but didn’t stop looking at John, “come and see your boy!”

Mrs K-- his mother, stepped forward now, and her husband finally pried himself away, though still hovering at John’s side. Her smile was smaller, more hesitant, her dark eyes (he’d seen those eyes before) more searching. Once-dark hair was all but white now, and her face was well-lined with the years she’d lived, but otherwise... it was like her face had been plucked from his dreams. He had stared at the photos of her in disbelief for hours when left alone, blinking hard, waiting to wake up in a bunk on the Infinity.

Looking at her now, in person, only made that feeling more pronounced.

It was unsettling, uncanny, but he still felt that warmth bloom in his chest. The dreams of his mother had been the only good dreams he had for far too long. He’d wondered occasionally how accurate the dream was, how much of it invented; now he knew.

And perhaps that warmth was exactly what his mother was looking for, because her hesitant smile blossomed into something brighter (more familiar). She stepped forward again with more confidence, arms opening as if unconsciously, and John found himself taking his own step forward as he heard his name leave her lips.

(He always ran to her when she called his name across the green space.)

She seemed to take that as a sign, and though this time John was too tall to be enveloped as he usually was, he still felt his mother’s arms wrap around his chest, her hands pressed firmly to his back.

She was soft, yet surprisingly solid; she murmured kind things, we missed you we’re proud of you it’s so good to hold you; but she was sobbing into his shirt, small against his massive body and she didn’t smell the same.

No.

Wait.

She did smell the same, the same soap he’d been dreaming of for forty years. It was John’s memory that had been wrong.

Now the scent was fresh in his nose for what felt like the first time, yet the correction had clicked into place in his head as if he’d always known it and just needed reminding, and suddenly John was far too present in his own body. The floor was flat and unyielding beneath him, the still air less cold than outside in the wind, his mother’s body warm and real, and this wasn’t a dream.

This wasn’t a dream.

His father filled the room with his presence and his mother still used the same soap and John was awake.

Carefully, his heart beating too fast and making him feel frantic, John took his mother’s shoulders and pulled her back a little, so he could see her face again. She went easily, willingly, looking up at him like she couldn’t believe he was there. Her arms stayed around him, clinging, clutching, refusing to let him go.

John liked her face. He liked the soft curve of her cheeks and lines around her mouth and the mahogony sheen of her eyes. He liked the silver curls that framed her face, escaping from her braid, the straight nose and the thick eyebrows.

His eyes prickled, burned, and his vision blurred. His mother huffed a tearful laugh and pulled herself in again, one of her hands coming up to the back of his head, as if she meant to tug him down to her. Perhaps she did; she came up to his chin, but he bent his neck until the the pressure of her hand lessened, their damp cheeks pressed together. He could smell her soap more strongly, and the tears came faster. (He couldn’t remember the last time he’d let someone see him cry.)

“John,” she whispered.

Swallowing thickly, he finally answered, “Mom,” and it felt so strange to say but it was right, and he nearly sobbed at the conflicting feelings. He’d spent days worried he’d be unable to connect with his parents at all, that they would be strangers that expected things he couldn’t provide. Instead he was being swept away in a tidal wave of emotions he could barely identify, fuelled by a bizarre, nostalgia-tinged sort of déjà vu.

His father sobbed instead, one hand resting over John’s on his mom’s shoulder, the other rubbing circles at his upper back. “My boy, our boy..”

“That’s right,” his mom said thickly, “it’s me, it’s me and your papa. We’re here, we’re here, we’ve got you.”

Papa. Not dad. Papa. Booming laughter, empty rooms made full, the shift and give of sand beneath his shoes, the dizzying rush of being lifted into the air.

John lifted his head, looking to his father. The well-maintained beard didn’t quite disguise the thick jaw, wider than John’s, or the prominent chin; but he had the same high cheekbones. His hair was swept back, showing off a widow’s peak, and he had a pronounced Roman nose.

It seemed like John hadn’t inherited as much from his-- from his papa as he thought.

But his smile, wide and slightly crooked, that was familiar in a deeper way, familiar like mom’s soap.

So John sniffled, took a steadying breath, and said “Papa,” testing it, tasting it.

And his papa sobbed again, didn’t stop, pressing in closer to embrace the both of them. John shifted, moving his hands from mom’s shoulders; one he pressed to the centre of her back, the other under his papa’s arm to his shoulder blade, his skin tingling.

He’d never been touched so much--

They stayed like that for a time, clinging to each other. His parents crying petered out slowly, but John’s silent tears ebbed and flowed without coming to a stop. He relaxed as they held each other, moving to wrap his arms more securely, felt them reciprocate.

When they pulled away he felt a stab of panic; he didn’t want them to go.

But they stayed close, still touching him, watching him with blotchy faces and gentler smiles. John felt warm, but wrung out and fragile, his chest still tight with repressed sobs. So when papa reached up to stroke his hair, and pressed a soft, scratchy kiss to his cheek, it was enough to shatter him.

“Oh!”

“Oh, John.”

“Oh, Schmusebärchen!”

Their voices held a tone that was only vaguely familiar, and wholly lacking the mocking edge he’d heard before. A strange mix of pitying and fond, and he found he didn’t mind it at all. They held him tighter, squeezed his arm and rubbed his back, stroked his hair and kissed his face and through it all he sobbed.

Eventually he calmed again, and was immediately beset with tissues. He wiped his face and blew his nose, and let himself be coaxed into sitting down. His knees appreciated it.

They sat on either side of him, sandwiching him between them, pressed just as close. He sank into the plush seating, but his gaze kept being drawn to his parents’ faces.

The light in the pavilion had changed. John frowned, suddenly feeling his stomach start to knot again. How long had they been in here?

“John? What’s wrong, Sternchen?” Mom asked, stroking a knuckle down his cheek. Her pronunciation was quite good, but he supposed it would be after living with Papa for nearly fifty years.

“What time is it?”

She shook her head firmly, dismissing the question. “That doesn’t matter.” Her tone brooked no arguments, but it didn’t ease John’s concern.

“She’s right, Kuschelbär,” Papa murmured, and John couldn’t help but smile at the endless, ridiculous terms of endearment, “We have time, now. We have plenty of time.”

“Now!” He said suddenly, leaning forwards to grab a plate from the table. “Time for refreshments, I think, hm? We have plenty of cookies for you, so eat up!”

“How do you like your tea?” Mom asked. They both seemed to perk up at having something to physically do, and John huffed a soft, mirthful sound. He was much the same.

He still felt off-kilter. He’d been trying to mentally prepare for this meeting for days, but he’d been preparing for a different outcome; even then, he might not have succeeded. It had stopped feeling like it wasn’t real, but it still felt like it shouldn’t be. And still, nagging in the back of his head, was the knowledge that out there, somewhere, a transport was heading for the planet with their second child on board. A little sister he’d never known, who heard he was alive and here and leapt to book passage to come and meet him for the first time.

They would be on slightly more even footing that he thought he’d be with Mom and Papa at least. They would be starting from scratch. (He’d wanted a little sister.)

“I don’t know,” he rumbled in answer to Mom’s question, “how do you make it?”

She smiled and scooped two sugars into the cup.

Papa snorted. “Let’s hope you’ve still got that sweet tooth, eh?”

John looked down at the plate piled high with half a dozen different types of cookie, the raised his eyebrow at Papa.

“... You get that look from your mother, you know.”

John laughed.

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(@sledposting, @epsiloneridani07)

#halo #sur(real) #john 117 #master chief

[incarnateirony]

Hello there! I was just wondering if you ever talked about or saw a discussion on s11's last few eps, when Chuck is dying and Lucifer is finally banished from Cas' body. There's a moment when Chuck transports them back to the bunker, but then he gets dizzy. Cas holds his arm for a sec but then lets go and moves away, leaves him to Sam to deal with. And while they wait for Dean in that pub, Chuck talks to Sam, and even tho Cas is sitting alone, they don't interact at all. Odd, really.

I never really much thought about commenting on this beyond Chuck’s list of Father of the Year moments.  I’ve been under the generalized impression that Cas had been past trying to work out his father as a peachy keen anything. He may not have figured he was The One True Villain, but from where Cas was born and what path he walked and what he encountered on the way, of the millions of his siblings dead, some his own accidents and others just in the general absence of God, Chuck’s excuses are still paper thin. How many times, after all, did he plea in prayer to be heard, be that human Cas in S9 or sitting on a bench in Man Who Would Be King, BEGGING for guidance. He, created by god, supposedly to usher the earth could not even implore out an answer in his darkest hours. 

I also think this is kinda why Cas took the revelation the best out of anyone. Sam and Dean went into crisis mode questioning if they ever had free will and for Cas it’s honestly kind of more of the same bullshit like, OH, SO YOU MEAN, YOU DON’T LIKE GOD OR HEAVEN CONTROLLING YOUR EVERY MOVE AND CORRALLING YOUR CHOICES, NUT UP BUTTERCUP GET WITH THE PROGRAM YOU’RE STILL YOU.

Doesn’t include the conversation, but there’s a reason there was a certain *alignment* being painted early season I tried to catch

Like literally this is shit Cas tackled TEN YEARS AGO.

This has ship vid elements but even back after 15.2-3, let’s remember HOW REVERSED 5.18 WAS.

Like– Cas has been living in the reality the Winchesters are just now wrapping their heads around, for a very long time.

So Chuck, S11? What reason does Cas have to go appeal to Chuck? If he gives a shit he’ll come over. But Sam–Chuck’s focused on Sam and Dean. So *shrug*

And Cas has been gearing for this for a while. My S14 semicrackvid comes to mind,

He’s been fighting back through what he learned from Dean. Dean just… only understood it from the human scope. Castiel’s fall, to begin with, came from accepting the dangers of the divine and rejecting them. Dean’s own lessons are being bounced back but in a framework of someone that accepted Chuck Is A Problem *years* ago. The spirit of human rebellion against the divine is something he intimately appreciates and is what he’s hung his whole hat on since that day.

So Cas avoiding him S11? Zero surprise imo.

During the spec project, there was something that Was, and something that Wasn’t. Something that was Absent, if you will.

If you watch through The Grudge and sit there wondering WTF @ arcane lyrics about give away the stone, and yet why this sounds familiar to my recent yallabalooing, there’s a recursion here (x) which then manifests forward into this clown video I’ve been pushing again and again (x).

We’re rapidly approaching Red Level Communication on many fronts. So here we go.

[dailydittomon]

#dailydittomon #pokemon #ditto #bendy #bendy and the ink machine #i didn't know what this was so i had to look it up and then watched markiplier's vid and im just like #whoo boy im so bad with jumpscares LOLZ #i stared at his captions the whole time pretty much i am so bad with horror ples LMAO #have merc y #also i suck at first person view games oh my god i can't even play portal i cry #this got me only slightly dizzy though #but man my motion sickness is so bad omg #like i can't do anything in car rides #i cry