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MY FRIEND IS GOING TO BUY COD: GHOSTS FOR ME???????????

LIKE WTF SINCE WHEN DID PPL CARE ABT MY HYPERFIXATIONS THAT MUCH, HE LITERALLY NEEDS TO PAY BILLS AND SHIT AND IS WASTING LIKE 90 DOLLARS BUYING ME A GAME??????????

IM SO HAPPY BUT I FEEL SO GUILTY AT THE SAME TIME

ANYWAYYYY U'LL HAVE A LOT MORE COD CONTENT NOW LMAOOOO

HES GONNA BUY IT FOR ME IN A FEW WEEKS WHEN ITS PAYDAY

IM GONNA TRY AND PAY HIM BACK WHEN I GET A JOB

realizing i'm mainly posting about loving men and the green creek series

brb gotta buy a personality from my local grocery store or find one in the dumpster outside

i wonder if that one fic writer has tumblr i have fanart to gift to them

im going on hiatus

yeah sorry but i gotta. family shits happening and it is taking a gigantic toll on my mental health. im so sorry for anyone who sent in asks but i will get to them eventually!! just. im gonna take a bit of time off away from tumblr. cool? cool.

Wife and Husband (Jiyans the wife)

SCREAAAMINGG

Just by the pose you see who wears the pants in this relationship.

It's giving "he asked for no pickles"

sasuke in the higher up hokage meetings after naruto pardoned him even though everyone in the village hates his ass making eye contact with shikamaru glaring holes in him across the room

✨Do you think we’re together in every universe?✨

Well… Who knows…

ANIMATION WOOOWWW🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 I love this trend.

This is the first time I've finished animation! These are my headcanons on their relationship, I hope I can explain later

stuck on tgoy 💔

ᡣ𐭩 IN A SKY FULL OF STARS, I SEE YOU

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: dazai is on the verge of falling apart. he can feel it happening, it's just a matter of whether or not he's going to be able to get out of your apartment before you come back and catch him like this. he has the opportunity for it—he does—but when he realizes that you might be in just as bad of a state as he's in, dazai decides to swallow his pride and put aside his own struggles to try to help you in the same way you've helped him in the past. {sfw, 3.2k}

AUTHOR'S NOTES: the first time fic stays hoarded for another week ... but i think this one is just as good eheheh. fun fact, when they're 22, reader acknowledges that this is probably the night she fell in love with dazai.

(warnings: fem!reader, pm!reader, in the beginning of the fic dazai is on the brink of a major depressive episode, reader is not in a good headspace when she shows up, reader has ambiguous injuries)

Dazai is not in a good headspace.

He arrives at your apartment in a whirlwind, not even your doorman dared to say anything to him on the way in. He’s wet and cold, his mind is in turmoil; he can’t stop the way his body is shaking no matter how hard he tries. The bandages on his wrist are fraying and the cool air conditioning of your apartment washing against his bare skin makes his body crawl uncomfortably. As he rushes into the bathroom, he nearly stumbles over his own feet, grateful that you’re not there to see the onset of what he knows is going to be a bad episode.

He doesn’t even know what triggered this one. 

The air getting to his lungs feels thin and shallow like he’s on a mountain peak and not in the comfort of your apartment. His fingers tug at his button-up as he falls to his knees in your bathroom, rifling through the cabinet to find his bandages—he needs to replace the ones that are coming off and then he needs to leave because he thinks he would rather die than let you see him like this.

His vision spins as he unwinds the bandages around his forearm, leaning his shoulder against the cabinet as he tries to keep himself steady. His fingers are cold and clunky, he can hardly wrap the fresh bandages back around his scarred skin, can hardly breathe. He tilts his head back, trying to force himself to get more air to his lungs but it’s just so difficult.

Fuck.

He drags his knees to his chest trying to calm himself down, resting his forehead on his knees, rocking back and forth slowly. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. He needs to focus—for ten minutes, he needs to focus. He can’t let you see him like this, can’t go out of the apartment with his bandages coming apart; he has to finish his left arm and then he can drag himself out of your apartment and rush back to the shipping container and ride out the worst of the episode alone, without your lingering eyes to see him at his lowest.

But as he unwinds the bandages of his left arm and starts to rewrap it with the fresh bandages, he finds his chest caving in because he doesn’t want to go back to the shipping container. The thought of not being able to curl up in the soft sheets of the bed in your spare room makes Dazai’s stomach churn, waking up cold and alone on the metal floor of the shipping container… all of the dark claws tearing his brain apart get sharper at the mere thought.

Maybe he can just lock the door, he thinks desperately. He can lock the door to the spare bedroom and he won’t let you in until it’s passed. He’ll rot in bed for days until he can force himself out from beneath the covers and then he’ll pretend like it never happened, evade all of your questions and brush off your concerns until you get frustrated and stop asking him.

Yeah, he thinks, this could work. It could work, and it means he wouldn’t have to go back to that cold, damp, uncomfortable container. 

No, he realizes, it won’t work, because you’re you and you’re frustratingly observant and have a quick mind to rival his own. More than that, you seem to actually care about him for whatever reason. You probably won’t let him rot there when you realize he’s not even coming out to eat and it just won’t work because he doesn’t want you to see him like this. 

He doesn’t want you to see him weak. Doesn’t want to lash out at you while he’s too consumed by his own mind to control himself. Doesn’t want to lose one of his only friend. (Maybe his only friend—is Chuuya actually his friend? Dazai is never sure) Not for the first time, Dazai wishes he was anyone else in the world, wishes that he didn’t have to constantly be at war with his own brain, wishes that he was normal. 

He’s tried so hard to keep up that facade around you even if he does know deep down that you know it’s a front. He’s been so careful, so meticulous in his efforts to act the way he thinks a normal sixteen-year-old would act and now it’s all going to be blown because what?

No, he can’t let that happen. He has to get out of here before you get home.

He doesn’t even know how this happened. Usually, he can feel a depressive episode coming from a mile away—he’s so used to them by now that it should be impossible for them to sneak up on him like this. The telltale signs are always glaring, always all-consuming; it’s impossible for him to ignore the way blackness edges at the corners of his vision, the way his chest becomes heavy with an indescribable weight, the way his feet become anchored to the ground, an effort to even just drag them against the ground. 

It’s impossible for him to miss all of this, he doesn’t know how he managed to do it this time. 

His nails scrape against the floor as he pushes himself to his feet after he tucks the edge of his bandage in to keep it in place. Even that takes an agonizing amount of energy, his lashes flutter as he tries to brace himself for the walk across the city. He steps out into your hallway, takes another deep breath of the familiar air of your apartment, trying to savor it before he leaves to deal with days of hell on the cold floor of the shipping container he used to live in. 

And then-

And then the elevator up to your apartment slides right open and you walk out.

Dazai’s lips part in horror—he can’t even rush to his bedroom because he would have to get past you to do it. His mind races as he tries to figure out what to do, but it feels like the equivalent of wading through waist-deep water, his thoughts are slow and sluggish and stupid—he feels like Chuuya—and he desperately tries to mask his internal struggle with a smile, forcing his face to light up at the sight of you.

He can fake it—he can fake it and then he can make an excuse to leave and then-

You walk right past him.

You walk right past him.

It startles Dazai so bad that he finds himself freezing, head turning to follow you as you walk past him to sit right on the couch. There’s an empty expression on your face, distant and unreadable and entirely too familiar to Dazai—something that he sees in the mirror every night, something that he’s never seen on you.

This is his chance, he realizes. He can leave in the elevator you just came from, make a break for it before you notice he’s there, but… his gaze lingers on how you sat so rigidly on the couch, staring at the black TV screen, hands folded in your lap, so lost in thought that you’re seemingly blind to your surroundings.

Instead of making his way toward the elevator, his feet move toward you and he finds himself sitting primly on the couch next to you. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, unsure what to say, and then glances back down at his lap. 

You don’t even acknowledge his presence.

Finally, he clears his throat and asks, “Where were you?”

“A mission,” you say, voice bland and you still don’t look at him. “Had to get information.”

“Oh.” 

Dazai has never felt uncomfortable in your presence before, but he feels uncomfortable now because he just doesn’t know what to say when you’re like this. A part of him still wants to flee but you wouldn’t flee if it was him and something isn’t settling right in his stomach about it.

He glances over at you, eyes catching on discolored marks staining your wrists and forearms. He pauses, reaching out hesitantly to grab one of your wrists—your skin is soft beneath his fingers and a spark shoots up his arm from the pads of his fingers. You don’t pull away as he gingerly pulls your arm into his lap, frowning when he sees the bruises on you.

“Who did this?” he asks quietly, jaw tightening. “Who-”

“It doesn’t matter,” you tell him. 

Dazai gives you a sharp look, careful to not tighten his grip on your arm. “You’re hurt, it does matter. Tell-”

“It doesn’t matter,” you say, voice sharper this time. “Drop it, Dazai.”

Dazai falters at your tone—you’ve never spoken to him like that before. He doesn’t let go of your wrist but he does lower his gaze, unsure of what to do.

He doesn’t like this. He’s becoming increasingly more uncomfortable with each passing second. Doesn’t like the tight feeling in his chest. Doesn’t like seeing you like this. Doesn’t like the way he has no idea how to approach this. Doesn’t like that he doesn’t know how to help you. Doesn’t like that he wants to help you. He doesn’t like any of this.  

Dazai stares down at your hand. It’s still resting in his lap, you haven’t pulled it back to you. You’re just staring ahead again, you’re sad, and he feels a bit lost. And Dazai never feels lost, he always knows what to do but he doesn’t know now when it matters. He can talk his way out of every situation, makes plans to win any battle, but he doesn’t know how to fix this.

“I-”

Dazai doesn’t even finish what he was going to say. Honestly, he doesn’t even know what he was going to say. He turns his head back to look at you, feeling increasingly more helpless, and he doesn’t even notice the way the dark claws that had been threatening to tear him open slowly start to recede, doesn’t notice how the emptiness in his chest starts to disappear the more he focuses on trying to help you.

How do you help him? 

You sit with him sometimes when he starts to get lost in his own thoughts. You try to be casual about it so it doesn’t seem like you’re hovering. He figures it’s because you know he’ll get shifty and defensive if he knows you’re lingering because you’re worried about it, but Dazai knows, he just pretends like he doesn’t because everything feels less painful and lonely when you’re around even if he doesn’t understand why. And then that first time-

The first time.

“The roof!” Dazai suddenly says loudly, jumping to his feet. You twist your head to look up at him, a hint of curiosity in your eyes, and Dazai reaches down to snatch your hand, pulling you to your feet. He yanks you so hard that you stumble right into him but Dazai is unperturbed, dragging you forward to the elevator. “We’re going to the roof!”

“O-okay?” 

Dazai doesn’t have to look back to see your confusion, but Dazai has tunnel vision now. He bounces on the balls of his feet impatiently as he waits for the elevator to come back up, staring as the numbers as they tick upward. His fingers entwine with yours, grip tightening on your hand as he swings your joined arms impatiently.

You don’t say anything, more proof of how in your own head you must be right now. You’re always usually the one leading the conversation with him until you get him talking about something he can ramble about, then you just sit and listen, but you’re always the one to get the ball rolling. 

As the elevator arrives at your floor and he jerks you into the elevator with him, he can’t help the way his lips start to curl up, proud of himself for figuring out what to do with you. You’d found him up on the roof that night he’d nearly jumped, you had him lay down on a blanket with you and the two of you spent the night watching the stars. 

You showed him your favorite constellations, and told him the story behind them. Cassiopeia, the vain queen in Greek mythology who angered the Sea God; Andromeda, the princess who was sacrificed because of her mother’s hubris, and Perseus, the hero who had saved her. You told him that one day you wanted to learn the stories behind all of the constellations, but you haven’t had the time to look into them at all.

You’d seemed sad about it—sad that you haven’t been able to look into it, sad because you probably won’t ever have the time for it with how busy you constantly are with mafia business. You’re busier than even Dazai is most days, always out and about working on something.

So, Dazai learned them all—memorized all eighty-eight of their positions in the sky, learned the stories word for word, learned the histories behind the stories so he could give you the whole picture.

He figured maybe one day he’d end up back on the roof with you and he’d be able to show off his newfound knowledge. You’d be impressed, you would simply have to admit that he’s better than Chuuya, because he’s been trying to get you to admit it from day one but you have yet to utter the words out loud. He thinks maybe it’ll also make you happy, but he’s definitely more concerned with getting you to vocally admit that he’s better with Chuuya so he can hold it over the other boy’s head. 

Definitely. 

He types in the keycode for the roof—he can feel your eyes on him, narrowed and suspicious, because he’s not supposed to know the keycode to the roof. He gives you a sweet smile, mourning the fact that you’re going to have the code changed again and he’s going to have to go through the process of figuring it out all over again.

It only takes a few moments for the elevator to reach the rooftop and Dazai is rushing out into the cool night immediately, dragging you behind him. His gaze darts around until it lands on where you folded the thick blanket underneath an overhang and he finally lets go of your arm so he can snatch it up and lay it out in the center of the roof. He plops down immediately and then motions for you to join him.

When you sit down, you sit so close to him that your thighs are brushing and it makes Dazai’s cheeks heat up a little so he’s grateful that the darkness masks it. He lays down against the blanket and stares up at the sky, you follow him down and Dazai’s steady heartbeat wavers when he realizes that your fingers are brushing each other’s—he could grab your hand again if he wanted, it would only take the smallest shift of his hand to slip his fingers between yours, but he can’t bring himself to now without the excuse of dragging you somewhere to shield him.

So, the two of you just lay there, shoulders pressed together, fingers brushing, Dazai’s heartbeat thuds in his chest and his mouth feels dry, all plans of telling you the stories of the constellations out the window because suddenly all of the stars look the same. All of his practice pinpointing them is gone, he’s too hyperaware of your skin against his, how close you are, how stupid he’ll look if he’s wrong.

“That one is called Cygnus,” he blurts out finally, lifting his hand to point to one of the first ones he can recognize. “It’s a swan. There are a bunch of stories, but I think you’d like the Roman one the most. It’s mostly about Phaethon—he was the son of the Sun God, and he wanted to ride the sun chariot for a day, but he couldn’t control it. Zeus had to destroy it while he was in it and it killed Phaethon, the chariot crashed into the river. Cygnus was Phaethon’s lover, he spent weeks diving into the river to collect all of Phaethon’s bones to give him a proper burial. The gods were so moved by his devotion that they turned him into a swan and placed him in the stars.”

All of the theatrical narration he thought he’d be able to give you is long gone. His words are short and stunted, awkward, he rambles in a way that’s painful to his own ears. He swallows thickly when he hears you shift to look at him, fumbling as he tries to find another constellation before you can say anything.

“That one is Draco,” he says, pointing to one that he knows is near Cygnus, heart rate calming as he slowly starts to pinpoint each of the constellations. “It’s another one with a bunch of stories, but I think the most fitting one is the one that has to do with the Twelve Labours of Heracles—Heracles is right next to Draco, see, it’s right there. The dragon was called Ladon, he guarded the golden apples in the garden of Hesperides…”

As he continues to talk, his voice becomes more animated, easing into the stories as he moves from constellation to constellation, each story flowing into the next. He spins you a tale of each of the Twelve Labors of Heracles before shifting into the myth of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. He talks so much that his voice starts becoming hoarse but he clears his throat and pushes through it.

It’s at the end of the tale of the Gemini Twins, Castor and Pollux, that Dazai finally dares to glance over at you. There’s a soft smile on your lips, a lidded look to your eyes that makes it clear you’re on the verge of drifting off to sleep. 

All of the tension and emptiness on your face is gone, you look ethereal beneath the moonbeams—so much so that Dazai stutters over the transition into the story of Orion. You’re prettier than any of the stars in the sky, more enchanting of any of the eighty-eight tales he learned for you. Your lashes flutter before looking up at him, eyes tired and sleepy and so full of emotion, and Dazai can barely breathe at the sight of it.

You don’t say anything, you don’t need to, Dazai thinks your eyes say it all. He watches as they finally droop shut, your head falling to the side as you drift off to sleep next to him. He can feel your forehead brushing his shoulder, but more than that, he feels the way your fingers slip between his, loosely holding his hand as your breath evens out. 

The words of the next story freeze in the back of his throat, a type of emotion swelling in his chest that Dazai has never experienced before. As his fingers tighten just the slightest bit around your own and he shifts to see the peaceful expression on your face. He forgets all about his ulterior motives, content to just bask in your presence, knowing that he’s the reason for your smile tonight.

“ I need to listen, baby. “ “ I need to listen good. “

The thought of Santa Clarita made his blood boil. If Chris ever ran into Drew Barrymore, he’d give her a piece of his mind.

Chris snapped this selfie and text Brad who was still in the front room with the Craig’s List people. “Did I go the bathroom with all these tattoos?”

Brad repied. “Y speedo n shower?”

Chris cringed. Both of them loathed redundancy. Did Brad ask that already?

Unlike Chris, Brad held no beef with Drew. Brad couldn’t see how anyone could criticize someone who started eating cocaine at the age of 11.

Just then, Drew began to waiver in and out of Chris’ mind for the first time. How’d she get in there? Then out?

This after after party he and Brad were hosting was weirder than usual. Drew was a real person.

y’all it’s friday the 13th you know what that means…👀

*weeping* I'm gonna have to fight two people 😭 @slytherinnbitch @drarrywords

hi!

anywho, since you won't accept the compliments you receive, I will write more about how talented you are🤍

I've been following you for a while now and your prompts are so, so perfect. I've said it before, I'll say it again: you're really, really talented and your prompts are well-written with the perfect mix of description and dialogues (fight me) and I can't put into words just how much I love and adore your work❤️ The angst is top-notch and I've had heartbreaks and the fluff is *chef's kiss*

I can't find the right words really 😭

BUT

You will accept the compliment or I will fight you. For real.

*inserts much love here*

Uh.....

R-U-N-

*ready to fight*

I- I don't know what to say but I'll say sjsjskajsjsh ( which means thanks by the way)

I don't deserve this 🥺😭😭 @drarrywords

i want you to know that i am obsessed with your fic and hadn't been able to stop thinking about it

second trimester!

ryanbenett‌:

“That’s awesome man. It’s important to do what you love.” Ryan smiled at Aiden, “I know you’re here if I need it. You’re a good friend bud. Okay, okay seriously. Enough sappy talk.” He told his friend and got up off the bench again where had had been sitting, “they haven’t given me anything to do yet but I’m going to start begging them to give me something. Because I swear… Just walking around the same old streets aimlessly is kind of depressing.” As Ryan listened to Aiden going on about what he’d just said about Greer, the surgeon couldn’t help but look up at his friend and raise his eyebrow curiously at him, “sure man. You can tell me anything.”

Aiden at this point was getting extremely nervous that anything else in the conversation seemed to disappear in his mind. It went in one ear and out the other. How was he going to even explain this without it sounding bad? He didn’t know exactly where this conversation was headed, but he had a feeling it wasn’t going to end well and he was ready for it. “I’m going to say it before I get nervous and not say it...” he trailed off. “So, let me explain. I never knew that you and Greer had a past. I don’t really talk to Greer about her past or whatever is going on. We’re friends, not super close, but we’ve been hooking up for a couple months now. I had a very very tiny crush on her, but that’s over now and it was honestly just a hook up for the both of us, I can reassure you. I wouldn’t have hooked up with her or done anything had I known this before. I don’t like to break bro code, which I clearly have. I know you probably hate my guts right now and I don’t blame you. I’m sorry for being an awful friend and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. I don’t really discuss my personal relations with people, but I respect you enough to tell you. I hope you can find it in yourself to not want to punch me in the face.”

ryanbenett‌:

“That’s awesome man. It’s important to do what you love.” Ryan smiled at Aiden, “I know you’re here if I need it. You’re a good friend bud. Okay, okay seriously. Enough sappy talk.” He told his friend and got up off the bench again where had had been sitting, “they haven’t given me anything to do yet but I’m going to start begging them to give me something. Because I swear… Just walking around the same old streets aimlessly is kind of depressing.” As Ryan listened to Aiden going on about what he’d just said about Greer, the surgeon couldn’t help but look up at his friend and raise his eyebrow curiously at him, “sure man. You can tell me anything.”

Aiden at this point was getting extremely nervous that anything else in the conversation seemed to disappear in his mind. It went in one ear and out the other. How was he going to even explain this without it sounding bad? He didn’t know exactly where this conversation was headed, but he had a feeling it wasn’t going to end well and he was ready for it. “I’m going to say it before I get nervous and not say it...” he trailed off. “So, let me explain. I never knew that you and Greer had a past. I don’t really talk to Greer about her past or whatever is going on. We’re friends, not super close, but we’ve been hooking up for a couple months now. I had a very very tiny crush on her, but that’s over now and it was honestly just a hook up for the both of us, I can reassure you. I wouldn’t have hooked up with her or done anything had I known this before. I don’t like to break bro code, which I clearly have. I know you probably hate my guts right now and I don’t blame you. I’m sorry for being an awful friend and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. I don’t really discuss my personal relations with people, but I respect you enough to tell you. I hope you can find it in yourself to not want to punch me in the face.”

brb by Eyeliner from My Pet Flamingo

original gif by @martinonassis

🌸I'm going to take a little Teensy break for a bit, there's a few things I have to take care of. I'll probably doodle something when I get the chance

Love you guys sowwy💕

Update

For those who do not have the patreon, Grizzly released an update video on the status of Riptide. He spoke about working with a writing coach named Mariana (not qsmp) who is helping him with diverse characters, sensitivity checks, and world building.

When Riptide returns Grizzly said they were going to run Jay’s solo session first. He also teased the possibility of upping the quality by using maps and getting together more however it would most likely just stay as it was. They also spoke about bonus material like a recap however that would not come out for a while.

The release date of Riptide has also changed due to behind the scenes complications and to make way for wonderlust. It is said that it is looking more towards early August when recordings and uploads would start again.

In the meantime there are some things you can look forward to to fill that Riptide shaped hole in your heart. The first being Wonderlust. The trailer made by Floating_Megane is coming out this month with recording coming soon after. Another patreon exclusive is a short campaign run by Grizzly featuring Milo Mumbles in place of Charlie as he is busy. If you don’t know Milo she ran a channel with Bizly called Spittake and whether or not you can watch Spittake to see some funny Bebo moments and get to see Milo absolutely dunk in said Bebo. Another lesser known campaign Grizzly didn’t mention is he is in the midst of a non-JRWI called Shadows Over Welde which is streamed live on twitch channel AlphaAniki. It is run by Jonah Scott the person who played Ichabod as a guest character a while back. It already has a few episodes released and for those interested Grizzly plays a representative of the reformed church of lolth called Zephrael so if you like religious themes I would definitely recommend checking it out.

In terms of this blog, as there is no confirmed date I am going to move the timers to August 12th or 50 more days so while it may not be entirely accurate it can still paint a picture of when Riptide will return.

Don’t worry we’re in this together.