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lokius nation how are we doin
Helllllpppp my Fwb just walked in on me having a shower he hasn’t seen me since recovery and didn’t say anything!!! (usually he says smth sexy) just closed the door 😭😭 legit hate myself. Why am I so fucking fattttt. Ugh I feel so gross.
I just finished God of War: Ragnarok
AND THEN THEY FUSE SO THEY CAN BE TALL ENOUGH TO RIDE
okay but guys...
who do we know that’s really short??
what if steven tries to show peridot that earth’s not so bad and takes her to funland????
Love Survival Mode
shane's just like me fr
I think that S+E broke something inside of me..
'WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW' GOJO SATORU
summary. Gojo crawls back to you for comfort after having a near-death experience .ೃ࿐
cw/ tw. mild angst, hurt/comfort, hint of being touch-starved, feelings, non-sorcerer reader, bath washing, kind of a fix-it-fic, implied friends to lovers
an. I don't think I ever posted this on my @/satorini account, but this is my first dip into canon and I was too nervous to upload it here...heh reblogs are appreciated!
Being with Satoru is sometimes a bit overwhelming, like when he talks about things you don’t understand and disappears for days, weeks—and sometimes months—without offering so much as a be back soon.
Some days, he comes back a little different, more changed. It’s the times he looks at you from across the table of a quaint cafe, and it feels like you’re staring back at a stranger—similar to that first date when neither of you knew what to say—something close to bare indifference until it shifts into interest.
It’s why you don’t know what to say when he shows up on your doorstep after weeks of silence. Of no messages, no calls. Of worrying. Out of the jumbled mess of conflicting feelings, anger is the one that comes the easiest. “What are you doing here?”
He ducks his head, and his fingers tug at his ear. The flowers in his hand are slightly crushed, several of them wilted, with petals falling at your feet when he holds them out to you. “You still like tulips, right?”
"Allergic, actually."
"Right."
You sigh. “It’s been weeks. You haven’t talked to me in weeks.
His lips quirked into an almost smile. “Are you saying you missed me?”
“Why are you here?”
The expression on his face shifts, turning the polished edges into something more ragged, more open. And honestly, he looks more human for it. Touchable in a sense when he often felt out of reach.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” he whispers, his voice hitching.
You've never heard him sound like that before. Vulnerable. Somehow smaller than life.
It’s then that you notice him lilting to the side, probably to take the weight off where he’s injured, and you find it hard to hold onto the hurt and anger you’ve been stewing over the past couple of weeks.
The hinges on your door groan a little as you open it wider. “Come on. I’ll run a bath.”
You run your fingers through his hair, washing away the dirt and congealed blood.
"What happened to your shirt?" you ask to break the silence, secretly wanting to hear his voice and know he’s okay after seeing the bath water turn pink from two passes of your washcloth across his back.
"Ruined it."
"So some poor shopkeeper let you into their store to buy flowers shirtless and covered in blood?"
"No," he sheepishly looks down at his knees, barely peeking through the bubbles. "I stole them from your neighbor's garden."
You roll your eyes. "You're lucky I like having you around."
"It didn't seem that way earlier."
"You know why I was upset.” You wash away the soap and add, “Still am."
"Would you let me make it up to you?"
"Maybe on a day when you show up on my doorstep with clothes on and flowers that aren't stolen, then yes."
"I thought you like it when I'm naked."
You huff, "I'll leave and make you wash yourself—"
He grabs your wrist so fast over his shoulder that you have to save yourself by gripping the side of the tub from almost slipping into it with him.
"Don't go. I'm sorry."
You hear the threads of panic in his voice and calmly try to reassure him. "It's okay. It’s okay. I won't."
The rest of his bath is quiet, and he lets you wash him until his hair is white again and his fingers turn pruney. You don’t leave when he steps out of the tub and slips on one of his spare boxers that have slowly taken over one side of your sock drawer. Nor do you make him wait long when you slide into bed beside him after changing out of your wet clothes and turning off the light.
It’s when he wraps himself around you that you allow yourself to admit that you were never really upset with him; rather, whether or not that ‘be back soon’ would really happen that’s been eating at you, and wondering if that's why he never actually says it. You’re not so clueless that you don’t understand the risks at stake with his job, but sometimes it’s easier to pretend you grew up in the same world so you’d worry less about the real dangers he faces.
Plus, you missed this, just being near each other and feeling his chest rise and fall under your hands.
"Tell me you love me," the words are so soft against your neck that you're unsure if he meant for you to hear them, but then you notice the stiffness in his shoulders after a second too long of you saying nothing, and your stomach does this funny little flip as you comb your fingers through his hair.
"Stay until the morning, and I'll say it."
He's quiet, but you think he understands what you're not saying. It's all there in the way he holds you a little tighter, how you feel the tension melt from his body, and you have a feeling you'll wake up tomorrow morning and still find him lying next to you, snoring and softly mumbling in his sleep like he sometimes does.
You trace the shell of his ear, counting his every inhale and exhale—coveting them in the very corners of your chest because it feels important that you do. "Always come back to me. I'll say anything you want."
Is it wrong?
Is it bad I only wish to gain Sims 4 just because want my fandoms together?
ShinOji, except Shinso genuinely can’t understand why Ojiro is in love with him and doesn’t see him as a bad person like other people who have been victim to his quirk do. How Shinso doesn’t understand why Ojiro is always so excited to see him, and wants to spend most of his time with the other.
How Ojiro doesn’t understand why Shinso is so hard on himself, and why the other can’t accept the love that he deserves. Ojiro, who just wants to show Shinso the bright side, and how truly amazing he is.
ShinOji, despite not being able to fully understand the other’s behaviour, love each other, and wouldn’t trade what they have for the world.
Funniest shit I've ever read 😂😂😂😂😂😂
Soap reclined against the back of the metal wall of the plane, eyes dragging from each member of the team until they landed on her. She, oddly enough wasn’t sitting like the others were, contemplating the mission and the risks. In her hands was a small book, about the size of a cigarette holder, perhaps a religious book, but he’d never known her to pray or be religious outright; then again, she wasn’t very open about many things of herself either.
Her eyes drew along the pages, quietly turning them, occasionally shifting with the movement of the plane and he heard lowly, “Keep staring at her like that and she’ll think you like her.”
He fought the urge to roll his eyes and merely retorted, “Would that be such a bad thing, Lt.?”
Ghost chuckled. “She’ll eat your heart out, Soap.”
“If it’s her, that doesn’t sound like a bad way to go.” He shifted his foot and tapped along the ground, loud enough for her to cock an eyebrow to acknowledge the motion. “Whatcha reading?”
She flipped a page. “A book detailing the capture, trials, and deaths of women during the Salem Witch Trials.”
Soap blinked, eyebrows furrowing together. “…Why?”
“She’s tryna figure out why they didn’t catch her back then,” Ghost chirped and her eyes rose from the page to meet his, knowing he was smirking behind that stupid mask of his.
“Don’t take the bait,” Price muttered beside her, arms crossed over his chest, and she was almost prepared to let it go. But, she also remembered that Ghost ate the last of her chocolate chip poptarts before they left.
She went back to her book and rattled off, “Ghost can’t play golf. We went to a putt-putt one time and I’ve never seen a man so competent in the art of war be so terrible at hitting a ball.”
Ghost spluttered as Soap snickered.
“He snores like an old dog and drools in his sleep.” She flipped another page. “One time we were on a mission in Baghdad, and he wasn’t paying attention and ran into a wall. Broke his radio from the impact.”
“I did not,” Ghost hissed.
“He cried watching Where The Red Fern Grows.”
“WHO WOULDN’T?!” he snapped. “SHE DIES OF A BROKEN HEART AFTER HER BROTHER!”
“One time he ate a box of fiber bars to recover from a hangover and he shit himself in the middle of the store.”
“Alright! I get it! I’m sorry!” he griped and she smiled to herself as she quieted down and went back to her book.
For a few moments, silence enveloped the group in the plane, then Soap asked, “Did you really shit yourself?”
“Shut. Up.”
“In that moment, she vowed that humiliation would never wrap its greedy hands around her mind again.”
About my Oc from a current WIP
blurb: truth or dare at sirius' birthday party
content: sirius black x fem reader, mentions of alcohol, kissing & a good ole unresolved friends to lovers
"Pads, your go."
The common room was strung out with birthday banners and littered with empty firewhiskey bottles as you all celebrated a certain grey eyed gryffindor's birthday.
The night had begun with endless shots and dancing chaotically to blasting music, but as the night went on the celebration mellowed, leading to a large group of you sprawled out in a circle on the common room floor.
"Dare, 'f course."
The birthday boy, Sirius, who had been hammered for the whole night, was starting to sober up slightly while sitting in the circle playing truth or dare.
Particularly because you were seated, giggling with your friends, right opposite him.
His feelings for you hadn't faded in the slightest - not since he realised they were there. But, of course, not wanting to ruin your friendship, he resorted to suffer in silence.
Even though he had tried to ameliorate that longing by kissing strangers, nobody else could compare to you.
"Hmm..." James pondered, pretending to think deeply as he tapped his chin with his fingers. "I dare you to snog the most beautiful girl in the room." he grinned, before his eyes widened and he added, "but not my Lilyflower."
The red haired girl scoffed from beside you, rolling her eyes before taking a swig of her firewhiskey.
The rest of the circle 'wheyheyhey'ed and 'oooo'ed at the dare as Sirius clambered to his feet, having to grip the side of the couch to steady himself.
You giggled along with everyone else as you looked down to fiddle with your rings.
You knew he wouldn't choose you - but you couldn't help the blush creep on your face which you rushed to hide. An added bonus? Avoiding having to see Sirius kiss someone else in front of you.
"Wonder who he'll choose." you mumbled to Lily, for want of anything to say as you kept your head down.
However, you felt her nudge softly at your arm. "Y/n..." she trailed off.
"Hm?" you glanced up at her, only to feel two fingers pulling your chin to look straight forward.
Sirius was right in front of you.
Looking.
Smirking.
Leaning in.
Before you even knew it, his lips were pressed onto yours as his hand found its way to cup your cheek.
He tasted of alcohol and smoke - usually a gross combination, but perhaps because of your own intoxication, it only made him more alluring to you.
Despite your awareness of all the eyes on you - the wolf whistles and the jealous stares - in that moment, you couldn't help but melt into him.
You forgot that anyone else was in the room by the time you had stopped and your foreheads were rested against each other as you both caught your breath.
Your hand had somehow made its way to his shoulder, somewhat holding him in place as the two of you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like eternity.
Did he really think you were the most beautiful girl in the room?
"Dare's over, Black. 'S my turn now." Peter piped up, rolling his eyes at the lingering boy.
Sirius winked at you secretly, before standing up after a few attempts and hobbling back over to his seat in between Peter and James, laughing in his tipsy state.
You gently touched your reddened lips with your fingers, a subtle smile prevalent on them as you kept locking eyes with him from across the circle as the game continued.
"Think Black fancies you, Y/n." someone from across the circle laughed, noticing your flustered state and Sirius' hazy gazing at you.
"Please." you scoffed, shaking your head. "He chose me because we're friends and it wouldn't be awkward after. I know he's joking - obviously I'm not the most beautiful." you reasoned, mumbling the last part as your own harsh truth dawned upon you.
After the words had left your lips, your smile faltered. Perhaps you were right - that it was the only reason. That it was meaningless to him - just an easy answer to a spontaneous dare.
Little did you know, he could hear every word of that exchange.
He frowned into his cup as he took another absentminded swig of the bitter substance.
You thought that you were just being used to complete a dare that he'd never back down from.
He cursed himself for that; he thought, in his drunken stupor, that kissing you would alert you to the fact that you were the most beautiful girl in the room, the school, the world even - another fact that you negated to acknowledge.
So he just drank the rest of the night away, praying to drown his feelings in firewhiskey.
Or, at least the memory of your ever intoxicating lips.
they could be a dynamic duo they have the POTENTIAL!!!!!
I am crying actual fucking tears don’t talk to me
I felt like drawing more of Grim and V. They're so cretuare 🥺💞💞
I also tried to experiment with Sylvester's body type a little. The whole idea behind getting a male Sylveon was to try and make him look more pointy and masculine. I think I'm gettin somewhere with him! :0
holigays somewhere else <33
Omar Rudberg as Simon Eriksson Young Royals, Season 2 Episode 2
Simon
(Simon's face the time he knew that he had made Wille sad.)
(And when he knew that he made Wille very very happy.)
I just watched an interview with Omar, a month after the premiere of YR, and in one part he says that Edvin and he wanted the intimate scenes to be more hot, sexy... but it wouldn't be because of Wille and Simon being young and inexperienced. But now we get to see how Season 2 progressed and how hot and sexy it was, their hunger for each other... That's amazing!
Oh, it is so amazing!!
The process and hard work that brought wilmon's intimate scenes to life should never stop being praised.
You totally prove a point, i really don't have much to add. The inexperience and playfulness in the first season was the most realistic portrayal of intimacy i've ever seen on screen: two young boys falling in love by getting to know each other, growing such pure feelings, exploring and sharing new experiences for the first time - together.
This is where their growth and maturity during intimate scenes in season two comes from: they came a long way, but started to learn more about each other since the very first kiss. 💜
