just for running man

Ephēmeros

Fitzgerald/Akutagawa | Mildly NSFW | Sex mentions. 

For @fitzgeraldsuggestions​ and all the other gross people that ship these two assholes. <3


He’d never shared a bed before. Not once. Not even with with parents, not a moment with his sister. Lovers, if he could call fleeting encounters and unlearned names lovers, never stayed the night and neither did he. He preferred it this way. Why prolong something that was merely a means to an end, as if it meant something to him, as if it had substance? 

Why complicate a basic human urge with something as ridiculous as sharing? 

He’d never shared a bed before. It was… strange. He lay there in the dark in a bed larger than his own in the apartment he and Gin shared, a gargantuan fourposter with diaphanous sheets and pillows stuffed with goose down and golden threads upon golden threads and - 

It was silent, and it was strange, and he was not alone. 

The warmth of the other pressed against his side and wrapped around him was suffocating, and he was too aware with every carefully-drawn breath how the rise of his chest made them touch more, chest-to-chest so close he’d swear he could feel the other’s heart beat against his breast - yet there was something comforting in that suffocation, in that too-there awareness that made him stay. Made him share. 

His breath puffed gold strands from his companion’s face, nearly silver-slick in the moonlight that came through the window. He almost reached out to touch, to brush the strands that fell back into that placid face out of the way - but he’d already shared his body and now this bed and did it make sense to share something more like a too-tender touch in the middle of the night while this insufferable man who made him do all of it slept the rest of it away as if there wasn’t something wrong with this? He did it anyway, because if he was going to do this sharing, he’d do it all the way while the other wasn’t looking. 

He’d never shared a bed before. He wouldn’t be doing it again. But he’d do it for the moment. 

I guess I should start looking for a new job bc Applebees is screwing me. When they hired me he told me I would get full time hours, like 35-40 a week.
The most I’ve worked in a single week since I started working there is……27 hours!!!???!??!. I get I’m still training but…ummm…i have bills?? Yesterday I was scheduled to work 10 to 2 30?? Then I get sent home early like around 1?? WHAT’S THE POINT IN EVEN LEAVING MY HOUSE FOR THOSE HOURS. They have sent me home early from almost every shift I’ve had. They don’t even ask they’re just like “let’s get you out of here”. UM OKAY FINE.

BYE

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I’ve been here a long time. Out of Cuba. A lot of black folks are Cuban. You wouldn’t know from being here now. I was a wild little shortie, man. Just like you. Running around with no shoes on, the moon was out. This one time, I run by this old… this old lady. I was running, howling. Kinda of a fool, boy. This old lady, she stopped me. She said… “Running around, catching a lot of light”. “In moonlight, black boys look blue”. “You’re blue”. “That’s what I’m gonna call you: ‘Blue’.”

A Bard, a Paladin, and a really squishy Druid

Context: My character is a druid dragonborn whose call to Druidism was seeing the majesty of a dragon. She has a tendency to panic-transform into random creatures she has seen. She also only has 9 hp in base form.

DM: you encounter some quite terrifying and strong orcs.

Chao-evil Bard: I use the druid as a shield.

DM: roll initiative to struggle.

Me: *Nat1*

DM: you use her as a shield.

Me: can I roll to transform out of panic?

DM: What?

Me: I’ve seen a crow, a parrot, a kitten, and a dragon. Can I roll to panic-transform?

DM: wh- sure, go ahead. Roll for fear.

Me: *Nat20*

Paladin: critical transformation!

DM: *is done with my bs* roll to confirm a critical.

Me: *Nat20 true critical, the DM looks so angry*

DM: …fine. In a somehow critical transformation, the druid you were using as a shield transforms into a half-sized dragon in front of you. Roll strength to hold on.

Bard: *giving me the most angry look, rolls a 3* fuck.

Me: *shit eating grin* i intimidate the orcs into running away.

DM: just fucking roll, man.

*the paladin is cackling*

Me: *rolls a 17*

DM: *sighs* the orcs flee, two of them piss themselves, and they drop some of their gold and equipment on the way out.

Paladin: that was SPECTACULAR.

Bard: I hate you so much.

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I’ve been here a long time. Out of Cuba. A lot of black folks are Cuban. You wouldn’t know from being here now. I was a wild little shortie, man. Just like you. Running around with no shoes on, the moon was out. This one time, I run by this old… this old lady. I was running, howling. Kinda of a fool, boy. This old lady, she stopped me. She said..“Running around, catching a lot of light”. “In moonlight, black boys look blue”. “You’re blue”. “That’s what I’m gonna call you: ‘Blue’.”

Moonlight (2016) dir.  Barry Jenkins

  • Shino: Wow Hinata, I can't believe I'm your son's homeroom teacher.
  • Shino: I don't want to show favoritism, so I'll make sure to be extra strict on him-
  • Boruto: *runs a train into the mountain on the first day*
  • Boruto: *fights in illegal Ninja Academy Fight Club*
  • Boruto: *swings around random unauthorized wind shuriken*
  • Shino:
  • Shino: *picks up phone* Hinata, what the hell?

The fact that in Blackout Sunny was left alone and the only person who came to find him and who helped him was Pete and not his cousin or anybody else but Pete just really upsets me because then Usnavi turns around and plans on leaving him alone again but this time forever and I just feel so many emotions about Sonny de la Vega and I just want him safe and loved and Pete has always been there

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I know people who can very easily take this kind of work for granted. You begin to think you deserve this. You don’t deserve this. Nobody deserves to be on television. Nobody deserves to get the shot to do this. You earn it everyday.

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Running Man members trying to report the weather

Patater Week - Day 6

Feb. 11 - Cuddling/Snuggling – Marty finds Alexei shopping for condoms at 1 AM with Kent. It kind of goes from there, 1.2K

“For water balloons,” Tater says dumbly, looking like he wants to put the pack of Magnums back but can’t because he’s lost all motion in his arm. “Prank on Poots.”

“Hm. Alright,” Marty says, still holding the Little Colds Multi-symptom Cold Formula meant for his son, who’d started sniffling at 8 PM and have not stopped since. “Why not just use real balloons?” he asks, pointing at the balloon packs hanging not far behind Tater.

Tater seems to be strangled by an unseen force. “Penis is more funny,” he says very slowly, then he visibly winces, like he wants to pitch himself into a ditch.

(Marty’s no fool. Everyone on the team knows that Tater has a boyfriend whom he has yet to refer to by name, which is peculiar especially when the latter refuses to shut up about him. At this point, between the two of them, Marty and Thirdy can probably recite the Boyfriend’s failed recipe for chicken salad by heart and how exactly he managed to conduct a mini-explosion in Tater’s kitchen. He just hadn’t expected the nameless significant other to be visiting Providence this week, or that he’d catch Tater buying…supplies.) 

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Those four words held so much power. You felt a definite tremor inside your chest as you watched Baekhyun’s face closely. He had looked up into your eyes when he said it and his hand gripped his phone. It jumped around as he waited for something to load, staring down at the small screen with his eyes darting around and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.

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