found out by accident that @tyranttortoise and i are apparently birthday twins? because the world is just really beautifully weird like that sometimes. and what with that uf sans jacket she posted herself in, i decided to indulge in my own love of this edgy skeleton for my own birthday break time i gave myself and to wish her a happy birthday at the same time.
so happy birthday, ty! what a good day to have a birthday - i say, totally unbiased. <3
Are you... by any chance... attracted to Akechi's wicked and evil grin? I mean... even if they would put that face on pancakes... I would probably still eat them too??? And even looking like that...n-nevermind!!! (Though his sad puppy eyes are definitely the cutest! It's also interesting watching at which kind of dialogue he has that kind of expression on a second playthrough.) I also loved your Fem!Akira dating haedcanons. Though the ones with Akechi got really depressing later one... ;_;
Modern AU. Sometimes they go out and pretend they don’t know each other. Gently nudges this at @zedsdead1001 Thank you for having such lovely headcanons and for being such a sweetheart. Someone help them, they’re so dorky. Rated M I guess? For dirty dancing… Ao3
He slammed the taxi door and stood on the curb, pausing to let a thrill slither up his spine, prickling at the back of his neck. Throbbing bass spilled out the open door alongside flickering lights that caused the shadows cast by the bouncers to dance across the sidewalk. Two women stumbled out of the club, the shorter of the two pausing to toss her head back and laugh, unselfconscious and bright, bubbling over the noise of the club. The other woman spun her in a circle, dipping to mouth along her neck, trailing a hand down her back, winding the other up into her hair. The little blonde’s fluttering laugh slid low and Levi shivered, pushed his way into the rolling noise of the club that reverberated until it was palpable. His lips pulled back from his teeth, wolfish. He liked the chase.
WAIT. idk if this is a question on that ask, but you should totally WRITE A LINE OF FIC just one sentence (haha you thought you were gonna get away with not writing story ahahah!)
Dean woke up late and he’s still groggy, kind of sore and still tired after clearing out that creepy-ass house of ghouls outside Jonesboro. He scratches his belly and squints at the ceiling, a little hard and a little horny from whatever dream he’d been having. The bed beside him is empty, and he rolls his fingers slow over his balls, thinking woozily that maybe he’ll just take care of it himself, but–
In the kitchen, Sammy’s standing there leaning against the island in just his boxers, his hair fucked up, cradling a cup of coffee to his chest. “Morning,” he says, when Dean shuffles in, but Dean just plops down on one of the stools at the table and beckons him closer. “What,” Sam says, but he rolls over to Dean anyway, and when he’s close enough Dean clutches him greedily by the ass and pulls him in close, puts his mouth right against the soft bulge in his boxers and breathes out hot. “Oh, hey,” Sam says, putting a hand on Dean’s head, and Dean tugs the waistband down and there’s Sammy’s dick, soft and big and tasty, waiting, and he sucks it in, salt warm skin, mm. Just what he wanted. “Uh, okay,” Sam says, a little breathless. Dean squeezes his ass, settles in for a good morning.
it’s late and i should go to bed but i want to say that a) i understand the knee jerk reaction of being angry that people ship rey with kylo when finn and rey are right there being adorable and full of light and obvious love for each other
and b) that still doesn’t mean you somehow have the moral high ground over people who instead see the narrative potential of a romance between kylo and rey and choose to invest their creative playtime in this particular fictional pairing
I mean… if you’re going to dogmatically, narratively claim that reylo is an impossible unshippable ship not only do you not have the moral high ground (because oh my gosh that’s not how this works???) you don’t even have the narrative high ground. tfa sketches out clear dynamic parallels between rey and kylo, establishes a powerful connection between the two of them and erases (possibly reverses?) any initial power imbalance between them by rey’s impressive and thorough routing of him in the final act.
the movie ends with two equal enemies (if you wanna argue equal here rey, not kylo, has the upper hand) who clearly have some kind of powerful connection (through the force etc. point is, you can’t deny it, it’s there) standing with a huge chasm gaping between them, literally, emotionally, and morally, and the understanding on both sides that their stories remain forever intertwined.
couple this with kylo’s age and clear conflict raging inside of him as well as the obvious cinematic shots clearly intended to capture his youth and beauty and also add to that the fact that he’s the legacy child and rey’s the scrappy scavenger who came out of nowhere to knock him to the ground and some sense into him at the same time and well…
you have something that’s really, really shippable.
I guess I’ll just have to do everything all by myself on my own again lmao
him: “I want to build something important and do something with my life”
me: “ok, can you help me build this important thing that you have the specific skillset to build that I do not have. My reputation and financial future hinges on its success.”
him: “yeah sure!”
12 weeks later.
me: “hey have you worked on the important thing? Its very important and I don’t know how to do it so I appreciate being able to depend on you to contribute to this.”
him: “Oh, I forgot about that. I haven’t done anything for it.”
I zero percent trust people I know to care enough about something that they’re not receiving an immediate profit on. People keep coming to me like “oh wow you’ve accomplished a lot, how did you do that??”
and I’m like “Oh, I worked for hours alone for no money and then worked even more hours to learn how to succeed and then spent even more hours applying what I learned and then was rewarded for my years of unpaid effort with both lump-sum money and social clout. Speaking of which, would you like to work for no money with me, I’m about to accomplish another thing.”
and then they’re like: oh….i….thats too much responsibility…..
me, later: *accomplishes the thing*
them: “oh…wow you’ve accomplished a lot, how did you do that??”
like. lmao. with hours of unpaid labor what the fuck did you think.
Concept: Opal calling Gansey "Uncle Rick" and Gansey being complete wrapped around her finger!
You combined my two greatest weak points in this ask (Opal Lynch and alternative Richard nicknames for Gansey) and killed me INSTANTLY this is adorable I bet when he comes back from his gap year roadtrip he’s collected at least a million souvenirs and toys for her from nearly every place he visited