#this has been on my mind all day

[gojoest]

the way satoru sounds when he makes love to you…through all the grunts and moans there are words that come from the bottom of his heart. something about the way he speaks them makes you think you’ve never ever heard them before, even though they are words, confessions, that you are deeply familiar with—“i love you”—you hear them multiple times a day, but they just hit different now. what makes them seem like a foreign language to your perception is the way he speaks them. with a shaky voice, through stutters—as he’s trying to catch his breath, through audible whispers that he tries to yell but his voice keeps betraying him. his throat is dry, too dry in fact—he’s been breathing through his mouth as he darts in and out of you in a steady rhythm, there’s still some drool around the corners of his lips but it’s not glistening anymore—it’s starting to dry too, and he can’t produce anymore of it bc his mouth’s been hanging open all this time. but still, he conveys his feelings to you. his words walk out slowly and quietly from the desert that is his mouth, hoping to find some water between your lips

#— ai rambles #this has been on my mind all day #idk what to do honestly...... #staring at the wall rn #[ ♡ ] — satoru

[coachbeards]

She accused me of being jealous. Me. Because I told her it's hard to know where I stand, which it is, because she never says 'I love you.'

TED LASSO - (2020-2023) ↳ 2.09 | 3.12

#ted lasso #tedlassoedit #jason sudeikis #brendan hunt #coach beard #this has been on my mind ALL DAY #ted loves beard and beard loves ted and they're besties who love each other!!! #nessa007 #ledtasso #tedlassogif #tedlassodaily #userbbelcher #tuserliliana #tedlassosource #sitcomgif #tvgif

[vampkomori]

#genshin impact #tartaglia #childe #sparkle on! #this has been on my mind all day #please imagine this in his voice. #gi

[3amclothesmonster]

Natalie never really liked the idea of working under some immortal Eldritch. Sure, she did it in her late teen years but only for the purpose of survival. Toby on the other hand, never saw much of the problem with it, it was better then working some crummy office job, he thought. So when she ran away to start a new life Toby was heart broken. Often, Toby would follow Natalie to her job and order a coffee or something. Now its just evolved to constant sneaking out of his own cabin to go meet up with her for a date night or sleep over at Natalie's. Their favorite spot is Niagara falls.

#ticciwork #ticci toby #ticcy toby #ticci toby headcanons #natalie ouellette #Natalie ouellette headcanons #ticciwork headcanons #tobias erin rogers #tobias rogers #clockwork creepypasta #toby rogers #toby rogers headcanons #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby creepypasta #This has been on my mind all day

[plushiepalz]

same pose

#this has been on my mind all day #plush #plushies #kidcore #stuffed animals #stuffed animal #toycore #toys #plushblr #plushcore #kiddiecore #palz #beanie babies #beanie baby #sopranos

[passiveagressivepoet]

brokeback mountain remake but starring misha collins and jensen ackles

#cockles #brokeback mountain #misha collins #jensen ackles #jenmish #this has been on my mind all day #and i’m deeply emotional about it #spn #supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel novak

[kyyuis]

I know a lot of people like c!Tubbo's manberg era to be 100% angsty and the embodiment of hurt no comfort, but sometimes funnies pop up in my head and I can't stop thinking about them

Like when Tubbo told Schlatt he was pregnant, I like to imagine Tubbo would read multitudes of newspapers about pregnancy to portray it well. All I can imagine is Schlatt walking in, looking at the headline, and swiveling straight back around. Manberg throwing a baby shower.

Tubbo excusing his no-so-pro-manberg behavior as "mood swings", and Schlatt being like "can't argue with that." Quackity begging Tubbo to name the kid variations of his name. Schlatt awkwardly giving him time off to "gather his bearings." Fundy being legitimately scared because he doesn't have any knowledge on human anatomy but he is 100% that is not how it works

#dsmp #dream smp #tubbolive #manberg #this has been on my mind all day #shitpost #c!tubbo #c!schlatt #c!quackity

[urboned]

#this has been on my mind all day #good omens

[icbmil]

Chats inside The Fort

“No, what do you mean too big? That’s a ridiculous thing to say."

#this has been on my mind all day #figured I’d post the clip #the 1975 #ross macdonald #adam hann #matty healy #john waugh #atpoaim #video #icbmil*

[bumpscosity]

PRONOUN PIN IDEA

#tsp #the stanley parable #sassy speaks #this has been on my mind ALL day #edit: when i first uploaded i forgot to colorpick and outline :/

[ziigee]

i woke up with this intense desire to see 2 gross, actor men, sensual dancing to "work song' by hozier. thinking about their hands sliding from shoulder to waist, swaying hips, chest to chest, faces so close that they are sharing a breath, oh wait....i feel like i've seen them do this before 🤔

*music, sensual dance, grinding hips, increasing tempo, bodies merged into 1, heartbeats synced, loud & fast, temp. rising, bulge forming, everyone else forgotten.....

#2024con #cockles #jenmish #misha collins #jensen ackles #girl can dream #fuck you sirs #this has been on my mind all day #8 torture hours later i got to post #work song #oh cockles #cockles for life #2024 magic #unfulfilled desires

[jayysnotjoyful]

DO VAMPIRES GET BONERS?

#need a vampire expert to help please #vampire #weird questions #this has been on my mind all day #does anyone know the answer #please explain

[glisteningreverie]

Friendly reminder that the assassination of Julius Caesar happened in the My Little Pony universe

#this has been on my mind all day #mlp fim #mlp g4 #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony #julius caesar

[amanemisagf]

miraculous characters on musical.ly

since i’m pretty sure miraculous takes place in 2015/16, im convinced that they’re on musical.ly since it was a big deal at the time. here are my headcanons for them!

adrichat- he has a secret account his dad doesn’t know about because he wants to carefully monitor his son’s social media image. he’s crowned bc gabriel has never heard of the app and has loads of followers. nathalie found out about his account one time and promised she wouldn’t tell, but someone else snitched and he had to take it down. as chat noir he has a joint account with ladybug and when it’s a slow day on patrol they’ll make some together but he posts his own too after his adrien account gets taken down. he’s used the me myself and i audio at least once on both accounts, and when he’s crushing on marinette before he has to take his account down he posts cheesy “yeah i am in love” type audios (this is what gets him caught cause some fan gets jealous).

maribug- she also does those cheesy crush audios as marinette to try and send a subtle hint but obviously none is taken. she loves flighthouse and cute color filters. she has maybe 300-400 followers and makes them with alya. as ladybug she sometimes makes them with chat noir to humor him but prefers posting on her main.

chloe- she has maybe 1k? she’s not very good at the hand motions or moving the phone so she doesn’t have that many even though she’s crowned (she somehow got her dad to get musically to give her one). she’s jealous that adrien has more and when they’re still friends she makes him make musicallys with her to boost her follower count.

nino - he lipsyncs to those dumb comedy audios, he has 20 followers. he also is always using the “fire when the strobe hits you” one and always shakes the camera so much that it’s impossible to make out what’s even being shown.

alya - she does a mix of lip sync and her own comedy skits which people tend to like. she’ll make some with marinette after school and her goal is to make one with ladybug (post reveal, marinette obliges).

juleka - she lipsyncs to my chemical romance with half her face covered and horrendous camera quality and posts maybe one every few months, only the class + luka follow her but she only got the app because rose asked her to so she doesn’t mind.

rose - she doesn’t have a lot of followers but will post 10 musical.lys in the span of an hour, sometimes to the same audio. she’ll make them in class and have her phone taken away.

lila - somehow convinced people that she had so many followers that the app couldn’t handle it so it doesn’t show her account any more (in reality she has a secret one with zero followers). according to her, selena gomez actually wanted to duet /her/ but it glitched and got sent to everyone but hers worked! but you can’t see it because her account isn’t working.

sabrina - she has one, but she’s on private and doesn’t have a lot of followers. she’s always on the app though.

luka - he has a bit of a cult following and likes to do them with his hair covering his eyes emo style.

kim - he does a lot of challenge videos that are more meant for youtube and also lipsyncs to comedy skits.

alix - she claims to hate musical.ly and says it’s stupid, but she has a secret account where she’ll make them sometimes and just not post.

those are all the chars i think have an account ^-^

#this has been on my mind all day #miraculous ladybug meme #miraculous #mlb #miraculous ladybug #adrichat #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #maribug #marichat #ladrien #ladynoir #adrienette

[robinsdearest]

What I’ve done to upset the stars

Dick Grayson x Reader

(Idea brought to you by “forsaken” by Paris Paloma)

Your feet dangle over the side of the roof. Looking up, you’re sad to see more clouds. You wish the stars would have come out tonight. But you know the stars were selfish. Stars were free- they were free to come and go as they please. To show themselves and to hide and to shine brighter or duller depending on how they felt. Selfish to live and to breathe and to die and to burn out.

Looking back down, your eyes roam between the colors and the gleam of the city below. The night time sky is illuminated by the city lights. The wonders. The stars of the modern world that ignite the clouds with false light. False pretenses. False hope.

The day had been uneventful, to say for certain. You followed your father’s plans, completed his tasks, obeyed his orders. The dutiful child of a crime lord, too small for major vigilante attention, but large enough that he would be a problem in the coming years. You fulfilled his ideas of a servant to the black market of Gotham, funneling the drugs to and fro. Cocaine, fear toxin, prescription drugs, venom- it didn’t matter what was in those boxes, you never knew. Your father played his hand close to his chest to avoid the direct spotlight on you.

You’re not sure that you wanted it, though. The warmth it would bring you would be like the city skyglow, fake and artificial. The dark nights and city lights to encase you within the shadows and blanket in comfort of a past you have always lived.

You know that you have always wanted to be warm, though. To feel the selfish burn, the intimacy. To be Icarus flying on the clouds and to feel the sun warm your wings and to feel free.

“It’s a little chilly outside to not have a jacket.”

The voice comes from the stairwell to the corner of the roof. Not his usual entrance, but welcome nonetheless. The natural born star. The knight in shining armor. The hero of Bludhaven.

You had tracked down the famous Nightwing so that he could take down your father’s crime ring almost two years ago to this day. You had been giving the vigilante information about trackings and shipments. You had even hand-delivered a package to a spot that you knew would get caught by the blue bird. A setup of your own design, skillfully wrought.

Your father had been furious that night. Accused his own men of being traitors. He had sent you across town so that he could take care of them on his own. At home, he tucked you into bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat on the corner of your bed and told you that he was disappointed in the night’s events. Disappointed in you. He had told you that you deserved to go down with the shipment. To fail so that you might learn from your mistakes. That your failures would stain everyone around you- most importantly the only family you had left.

Maybe you deserved to fail. Maybe you deserved the sun melting your wings to plummet into the cold, dark sea. Deserved the stain that melted wax would leave on your skin. Maybe you deserved no lights or warmth at all.

The sound of Dick’s feet shuffling toward you bring you back into the moment. He stands to your left, looking out at the city skyline with you. The heights and shapes of buildings jutting from the horizon that help to obscure the selfish stars. The moon that no longer watched you.

He turns to you, bright blue eyes and easy smiles; the city lights glowing along his skin. This man that you so easily fell for. Months of planning to take down your father turned into months of talks and sleepovers. Secrets and prayers whispered between the two of you. The hard-learned failure was falling in love with your natural enemy: spawn of crime lord and spawn of caped crusader. A heart beating for Nightwing was a heart beating for Dick Grayson, one and the same but entirely different. His charming looks and honeyed words that convinced you you were special. And you felt like you were when you were with him.

But that thought coats your throat with ash.

Your silence tears the smile from his glorious face. You can make out the wetness of his raven hair, the small water droplets stuck to the curls around the nape of his neck. He must have just come here from a shower. He always knew where to find you, when you wanted him to find you.

“What did he say to you this time?” He says, as if he also knows what makes your bones grow tired.

“It’s not about my father.” You reply. 

It’s his turn to stay silent for a few seconds. Your eyes roam his own, hoping that he would find the words you would have too much trouble to get out. He’s beautiful from this angle. Painstakingly pretty in a way that hurts your heart with how much light and warmth this hero had brought to your cold life.

“I’ve told you before that we can get you out of this entirely. I can take you from him and protect you and keep you safe. We can erase your past. Erase anything you might call a failure from his eyes.”

Somewhere between the months of meeting him and falling in love, you and Dick had switched puzzles. No longer were you trying to take down your father- Dick’s first priority was to get you to safety. It was a recent labyrinth to navigate, one that you weren’t sure how it would work. You were more afraid of the plans failing and Dick getting hurt because of a dark past you didn’t know how to grow beyond.

Your father’s words continue to clatter and smash through every neuron in your brain. His words that have shortened “your failures” to “you.” How you have failed him, your family, hell, even Dick. How you will stain those around you. How you were not special beyond what you were to the crime ring. He had warned you that anyone too close could ruin you. And it would be too hard to let Dick get closer and allow you to ruin him.

You stand to face him, your bones and joints stiff from sitting. You had waited a while for him to show, dreading this conversation you knew you needed to have. You would not ruin him.

“We have to end this thing between us, Dick.”

“Bullshit.”

Dick is blissfully brilliant, smarter than you could ever hope to be. He can see through your facade, your self-deprecating issues stemmed from the morals of a heaven-set saint raised in a criminal background. So badly you wanted to be taken away from dark plans, insidious tasks, and evil orders.

“You’re not making this any easier!” You look back to the skies, pleading for something to save you. The selfish stars never listen. You can see Dick out of the corner of your eye. He watches you carefully, painfully. Why can’t he get it? “We can’t keep doing this. This is getting too complicated, too messy. What if you get hurt and I can’t save you and-“

“Then tell me what I need to do to make this easier for you!” Dick interrupts. “Let me help you. Do you want me to stay and help-“ He pauses, thinking over his next words, afraid of what your answer could be. “Do you want to stay with your father?”

“That’s definitely not what I want.” You say quickly, too quickly.

“Then what do you want?” He raises his voice. Dick’s screams wrack your body. It’s unsettling for a fight of this caliber for his raised voice to sound so broken.  

“I want to see the stars.” Your eyes burn with your half-assed answer, tears threatening to spill. You know being this petty can only hurt you more. You raise your own voice. “I want to know why they get to shine. Why they get to choose and why I am stuck here!”

“No,” he bites. He pulls on his hair, almost manic. “You want to be a star.” He motions to the skyline. “Don’t you want to shine the brightest? Be more than what your father has made you feel? Be free to do what you want?”

He knows you so well, knows the inner workings of your brain and your thoughts. Knows how you idolized the stars and the freedom they had.

The moon and the stars must have conspired tonight to hide away, to hide in the clouds to watch selfless people do selfless things when all they want to be is to be selfish. You know you could save Dick from the way you would burn his wax and feathers to his skin. You couldn’t watch him fall. You wouldn’t. 

He throws his arms back to his side. Dick stands still for a moment, flexing his hands and fingers as he counts his breaths. Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, a solemn expression of devotion.

“You deserve to live. This is not living. You deserve to be happy, deserve someone who makes you happy and who can keep you safe.”

You wince, the tears now not waiting for permission. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve.”

You finally look at him, meet his stare: his eyes a mixture of contradictory feelings.

Pain. Desire. Despair. Love.

“Do I not deserve you?” Dick’s question sends a shiver down your spine you attempt to suppress. Of course he notices, he always does, and he continues to press. He takes a few tentative steps toward you. “If you think the stars can choose, then why can’t we? I’m wanting to give you all that you need to shine on your own so that you can shine with me.”

You scoff. “I never asked you to do any of those things. You picked me up and decided that I was what you wanted.”

“I want to give you the stars.” Dick stands too close, inches from your beating heart that you know he can hear; he can feel; he can mirror. He extends a hand, dragging a knuckle across your cheek to wipe away the tears. “But you refuse to let me.” You lean into his hand, closing your eyes. His voice lowers to a whisper. “You’ve always shone the brightest in my eyes. You’ve always been special to me. We can start your life over. You don’t have to be shadowed by the past.”

Dick knew better than anyone, anyone, that your past did not define you- no matter who you were. His own past was tragic and devastating, and in many ways, worse than yours has been. After free-falling through pitch black, Dick’s selfish feet have touched the ground. He has paved his own path for his own life. A star in his own ways. He could do the same for you.

A small whimper escapes your throat. You’re trying to show some resolve here, what little you might have left.

“So why won’t you let me deserve you?”

Your resolve stands tall. “Because you don’t deserve me, Dick.” You step out his reach, wrapping your arms around your body instead. “You’re too kind for this world.” Too kind for me, you want to scream. “I can only be a burden to those around me. I don’t want to stain you.”

You can see Dick’s tears falling now. His arm is outstretched toward you, and you want nothing more than to step into him again. There is an intrinsic part of you that wants to jump, wants to take flight on homemade wings so that the moon and the stars and the clouds and the very heavens could cry out in joy at your freedom. However, your father’s words have a leash on your mind; you know this will only end badly.

And maybe Icarus had done something to upset the stars so that the sun would take revenge. The sun would burn wax and feathers and skin for the selfish beings that were free to do as they please. And you, just like Icarus, would fall from the grace of the light and into the depths. The depths of a city with false light, the depths of a lifestyle with false pretenses, and the depths of a broken heart with false hope. Maybe you had done something to upset the stars, too.

“I will not stop fighting for you.” Dick breaths.

But maybe here the sun was not taking revenge. The sun had gifted you Dick Grayson, this boy wonder, this golden child, this kind man. A kindness that radiated from his every movement, his every being, that it could remind a crime lord’s child that help is there even when you believe you don’t deserve it.

The trails along his cheeks from his tears glisten under the city haze. Maybe you deserved the light and the warmth and the choice and the freedom.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You whisper.

He smiles then, a small one just from the corners of his mouth so that only a small dimple shows on his cheek. It takes every ounce of your being to not close the distance between you and put your lips there, to kiss away the dent, the salty tears, the pain of tonight. Instead, you choose to match his smile.

His shoes turn and shuffle along the roof. The stairwell in the corner opens and closes and you are once again left alone. You sit back down to dangle your feet over the side of the roof.

In your life, your father ruled everything but the heavens, everything but the stars. A crime lord’s child who wanted to fly and to soar.

Dick had shown you that the stars were yours to grab. That you were free to be selfish and to live and to breathe and to die and to burn out on your own time.

If you could fly between the extremes, find what you wanted, you could mirror the stars and shine on your own. And after finding that love and kindness for yourself, you could shine with Dick. This wondrous soul, this shining star, this man who held your heart.

It’s much later when you stand from the edge and walk toward the stairwell in the corner of the roof. You reach the door and stop. Looking up, your eyes widen as the clouds break apart to reveal a midnight sky. With the artificial light from the city below, only a set of two stars can be seen tonight.

You smile and hope the stars can forgive you for whatever you did to upset them.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing fanfic #dc fanfic #robinsdearest #such a sweet dick grayson #a little hurt/comfort never hurt nobody #this has been on my mind all day #forsaken by paris paloma #sorry its been a while #have been obsessed with the tragedy of icarus #please send me asks or dms about if you like my work or not!! I promise I read them

[attroxx]

naruto's rage, is so special to me. it's not often we see naruto get extremely angry but when he does it's pretty much always because someone he loves is being hurt. but in those few moments we do get of extreme rage it's pretty terrifying. naruto will go to any length, whether it's destroying his body or putting himself in immense danger for the said person. i think naruto's lack of self preservation motivates that rage . . . he doesn't give a shit if he comes out the other end in pieces as long as that loved one is okay. i just really love naruto's moments of rage, despite his usual goofy and loving demeanor.

#〈 naruto headcanons. ★ 〉 #this has been on my mind all day #im just rambling #but i love angry naruto #and i think it's those moments that #really show his character tbh #*word vomits about my son*