don't know what I'm doing really

  • *Takano pointing to a broken coffee machine*
  • Takano: So...who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Onodera: I did, I broke-
  • Takano: No, no you didn't. Isaka?
  • Isaka: Don't look at me, look at Hatori.
  • Hatori: What? I didn't break it.
  • Isaka: Huh, that's weird, how'd you even know it was broken?
  • Hatori: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
  • Isaka: Suspcious.
  • Hatori: No, it's not-
  • Mino: If it matters, probably not, but Kisa was the last one to use it.
  • Kisa: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Mino: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Kisa: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, Mino!
  • Onodera: Okay, okay! Let's not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it Takano-san.
  • Takano: No, who broke it?
  • Hatori: Takano-san, Asahina has been awfully quiet.
  • Asahina: Really?!
  • Hatori: Yeah, really!
  • *arguing ensues between everyone as Takano steps out of the room* Takano: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Cuddles and Poison

A R76 drabble.

Gabriel Reyes had done a lot of incredible, impossible and border-lining outrageous things in his life. Under the new Reaper alias even more so, leaning towards the latter part. They didn’t need to check his resume to know what he could do. Damn, Gabriel was pretty sure his real name was stamped in some kind of history lecture, whilst his new name would be in every underworld boss’ to-call mercenary list. The point was, Gabriel Reyes possessed an unbelievable set of skills, and the people that knew of him believed that there was no task too difficult for him to undergo.

And he would let them know that they were right. Mostly.

As both Gabriel Reyes and the fearsome, notorious Reaper, he would let them know that there was a task impossible, even for him.

Sleeping with Jack Morrison.

Not in the sexual sense. Everyone knew they had done that enough. It’s the thing that came after all the actions, and sometimes none of the actions, much to Gabriel’s annoyance. 

Jack Morrison slept like a plank, arms and legs straight, and would have looked like he was waiting to be transferred into a coffin if he was breathing any quieter. Jack slept that way in his own bunker or when he was stuffed alongside others in particularly crowded barracks.

Except for when Gabriel Reyes was around.

Jack Morrison would die (again) before he admitted that he was a fucking massive cuddler. And most people would believe him, for good reasons. No one could possibly imagine Jack winding arms and legs around a person, aptly named Gabriel Reyes, squeezing the life or out of him with slabs of muscles and, unfortunately more often than Gabriel would like, foul morning breath. They would be falling asleep on separate sides of the bed and, just within five minutes as the snoring started, Gabriel would feel the lumpy mattress shift, unintelligible grumbling, blind poking and grasping, before finding himself an armful of Jack Morrison.

Over the years, Gabriel had found not reacting to the idiot’s sleepy groping just made it worse, and the stiller Gabriel got, the more invading Jack became. Jack would drape all over Gabriel like a broken tortilla, grip tightening with every uncomfortable twitch the latter made. And if Gabriel unfortunately (and stupidly so with all his experiences) drank too much the night before, he would just have to hope that his bladder wouldn’t explode, or contemplate if punching Jack awake was a good idea.

After the shit show in Switzerland (surprisingly called so by Angela of all people), Gabriel didn’t give much thought to the minor but annoying habit. Not counting the mess that was their “reunion” and the time needed to work out their differences, there was simply too much pain and bitterness involved to consider anything remotely friendly, much less intimacy. They were both boar-headed and too prideful for their own good, and if they both took one step back, things would have edged along much faster. It was something Gabriel had no issue telling himself, but definitely not aloud. The most frustrating part about it would be knowing Jack was thinking much along the same line.

“This is ridiculous.” He heard Ana’s hushed mumbles to Winston one day, “They are too stubborn to be happy.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Wouldn’t be the first time they didn’t keep their fat noses out of his business either.

They had never been good with feelings. Neither were they good with talking. Gabriel didn’t believe there was much either could mend. Their first attempt to try and be civil had been two masks staring at each other over a chipped table at McCree’s favourite bar, each with a sweaty beer and Gabriel’s impatient talon-tapping filling the dreadful silence.


Ana was right. They were both ridiculous. So much had changed. Both were but ghosts of what they had once been (pun intended).

They were stupid. Oh, so stupid.

Physical attraction had long lost its edge, seeing one was a chopped, decaying image of something that was once golden, and the other literally decaying at every step. It wasn’t damned nostalgia or loneliness that brought them back together. And Gabriel hated himself a little, knowing that for every piece of him that was broken, for every ounce of hatred and rage, he could never deny Jack.

What they had was nothing of rainbows and sunshine. It was not the kind of love that was sweet and beautiful like aged wine. It was bitter and cold, it burnt a trail all the way down to his stomach and watered his eyes like particularly strong vodka. It seemed so clear, yet so blurry and disorientating once he had a taste of it. It was poison, but it was also warm, a warmth that, after so many years, made him feel alive again.

So why the cuddles?

Because, after their first night together, dizzying and sorely reminded them of how old they were, Gabriel Reyes found something familiar. Arms and legs wounded tightly around his body, a nose pressed so tightly against his jawline it was mushed, and loud, muffled snore that sent pinpricks all across the Reaper’s dying body.

Some things never change. And they didn’t need to say it, had never needed to.

To the anon who sent me that ask

About watching my mouth. Thank you, thank you for letting me know I was out of place. I’m so glad you are more concerned about one blog cursing over the 50+ porn blogs liking, reblogging and following minors and other bloggers. As well as adults role-playing NSFW threads with minors. It really warms my heart that you care less about those issues than you do me and what I chose to do with MY blog. So to make it simple, don’t like what you see…don’t read it. Also if you don’t like what I say, or what I do, I can help you there as well. Under the little icon that looks like a person there is two options: Unfollow and block. It’s your choice which one you click.


OTPs (in no particular order): Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi

““How many did you miss?” Go on, say it to me. I only managed to stop one single spike. We played five whole sets. I’m so un―”

“I can think of a lot of words, but uncool definitely isn’t one of them!”


ShootWeek: Day 3 ↳ favorite Root friendship(s)


still trying to break in this t-t-t-tablet so here are some morioh sketches!

Am I the only one that doesn’t care at all that Mon El said that he loved Kara before Sanvers have said it? Like the relationship between Kara and Mon El is messy and lacks development, so I’m not surprised that he said that he loved her so quickly. In all honesty he may not even truly love her, she’s just the first person he’s truly been attached to and not a hook up, which he was doing on Daxam. 

BUT Sanvers has been developed and I’m just waiting for that special moment that they actually say it. Not some type of “I’m saying this cause I don’t want to lose you bullshit,” but they say it cause it’s true. Cause they truly can’t live without one another and love each other, ride or die. When they do say it, it will be impactful and not easily forgotten like Mon El’s confession.

some people make me feel so worthless, it hurts sometimes, I just wish to sleep for over a week without dealing with anything.