Watching The English Dub Of Yu Yu Hakusho With My Grandma.

tw:blood

i hate the taste of blood, makes me feel sick (one too many nosebleeds as a kid) but ngl, if i was kissing someone and there was blood involved......that's kinda hot.

this is kinda relating to my other post about fighting someone lol

imagine fighting someone, and you make their nose all bloodied and they split your lip and to make it up to each other you end up kissing, tasting both of your blood together

Thomas shelby x male reader drabble thingy idk

I've started watching peaky blinders and Im ill which made me think of this and it wont go away so now it's everyone else's problem too.

I've only watched one season so far so might bot be accurate to his character but im trying ;-;

warnings?: mentions of war, scars (not SH), possible PTSD stuff?? violence, alcohol, swearing...im really bad at warnings but i think that's everything unless you need a warning for the french too (jk)

Thinking about Thomas Shelby who owes you a favour. You own your own little group of miscreants but you dont deal with guns or betting, you grew a hate for guns after the war and made a rule to anyone who entered your pub that no guns were allowed. And you didn't do betting because there was too mich competition and dick measuring going on.

What you did deal in and make a living off of, was information, connections, you knew how to get things and what people had done behind closed doors, you were the eyes and ears in the walls. So of course Thomas had come to you for information, but he knew you wouldn't give it for free which is why he offered you a favour.

"anythin you want...any time, just for the information on the blokes I wrote down on that paper"

He says to you, and you take the offer, having the favour of a peaky blinder was valuable.

But what you weren't prepared for was how you'd use this favour.

It's late at night, your group had gotten into some trouble, a fight with another group that you'd prodded the bear with too much. You loose a few of your men, and that bothered you but what shook you the most out of your calm composure was the use of guns in that fight, the ringing was still in your ears as you stood outside Thomas Shelby's door.

When he opens the door you dont even greet him, just blurt out.

"im cashing in that favour. "

To which he raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyways, waiting silently as he tries to neaten his hair, messed up by a rough sleepless night.

"fuck......can i stay?...just for the night?"

You quickly realise how that sounds and sigh before trying to fix it.

"shit, not like that...i just...i just need to hear a heartbeat that isn't my own"

And somehow you got the great Thomas Shelby to agree on your favour, he convinces himself that it's just a favour, that it doesn't mean anything. But the fact you came to him instead of anyone else almost warmed his cold heart. He knew how it felt when the war wouldn't leave, when it made a home in your head and buried itself deep into your bones so that when they creak all you remember are the cries of your comrades.

So there you are, settled on his bed with your head on his chest, listening to the soft thuds of his heart. Your arms are tucked closely to yourself, trying to have the only contact being your head on his chest because this was humiliating enough as it was.

Your eyes close as you focus on the sound of his heart, it drowns out the sound of guns from both today's fight and the war, the sound of your own heart beating too fast because your body seems to still think there's a frenchman nearby and waiting with another gun.

You don't even realise you fell asleep until you wake up to the unfortunate reality that people tend to move in their sleep, finding your arms entwined around Thomas, your legs tangled with his.

Thomas himself was just as surprised when he hadn't heard any shovels that night and then awoke to see his hand ever so gently cradling your head to his chest, almost as a reflex he brushes his thumb across your shortly cropped hair. His eyes trail down, only now noticing the scars from war across your back and arms, he almost touched them and would've if he didn't know that it would probably wake you up.

You both untangled yourselves and lay apart and in silence when you were more awake.

"....this never happened."

You both agree in silence, knowing what would happen if anyone found out as well as the risk of getting attached which was never even thought about by either of you.

It was never spoken of again, both of you going back to just business, you almost forgot about it too.

Until you were sat in your pub, drinking peacefully with the chatter of the men, only to be disturbed when Thomas Shelby walks in, looking more unnaproachable than usual, he makes a beeline for you and murmurs something you weren't expecting.

"i need a heartbeat"

and it clicked, it was like an accidental secret code because no-one else knew what happened that night.

Hello my friend

Hope you are doing well. I am reaching out to you today with a small request, if you could help me by posting my GoFundMe campaign on your page to support my sons to get out of Gaza and to secure treatment for my daughter who suffersfrom diabetes.

Your support in posting the campaign will help me reach more people who may wan to help. Thank you very much for your concern and assistance.

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Of course, I myself don't have any money to give so this is the least I can do. I really hope that you can raise enough to get what you need.

Dyad’s Odyessy

this was a little experiment. the reader user was based off my looks really. hope ou enjoy this! i may consider making this longer if people like it.

teen!simon, teen!fem!reader

tw: mentions of abuse, scars, bruises ect. light swearing and a use of a very infuriating nickname my what i call friend calls me (im looking at you, @inspector-m3)

summary: you and simon are sat on the side of the road after a rather rough beating form your dad, simon helping you clean the marks littered over your face.

(idk if i have used this gif before.. i need to use the other characters more 😭)

Two peas in pod, eh?

Currently, those peas were listening to ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’. Both had one Apple Wired Headphone in — humming along to the tune. It played round and round in one of those poor pea's heads, yours.

The other pea was gently dapping your fresh bruises and cuts with a little tissue found in your back pocket. It had been drenched in water from a local dip in the road outside the local bar, one that seemed to always house the most massive and annoyingly placed puddle ever.

It was the best you had and were going to get it, and it cleaned up your blood reasonably well. Of course, you’d have to use the two-year-old hand sanitizer that sat on your Form room teachers' desk when school started. . . Forty-five minutes ago. 

How where either of you meant to know anyway? Not like you had a watch or a working phone on either of you.

It stung like hell, your stone blue eyes going over Simons Simon's face. Slowly, slowly, raking over the large faded bruises along the left side of his face, the turning green bruise that ran down the side of his nose. It was all too familiar for your liking and no doubt he felt the same about the marks left on your body.

The sun was ever so slowly creeping up in the clouded sky — it was mid-winter England, An absolutely boiling hot November day of a whopping four degrees! Yay!

And, of course, in classic British style, you were both wearing short sleeve T-shirts, old and fraying hoodies and you were in a pair of shorts and Simon a pair of unwashed and dirty jeans.

“Thanks, old man.” You giggled lightheartedly, leaning your head back a bit as Simon held the back of your head, now wiping underneath your left eye to clean a little slit you’d gotten from god knows where.

“I’m a year and a half older then you, shortstack. but you’re welcome.”

“I'm like. . . six inches shorter than you.” You huffed, pouting ever so slightly. Your giggling had soon stopped, legs now crossed as you placed your hands on your thighs, elbows stuck out much like a chicken.

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i want whatever these idiots have goin on

Haikyuu sleeping headcannons

I've only done a few but let me know if you want me to do any other characters. Whether it be from haikyuu or from somewhere else.

Asahi

I feel like this guy would be warm. Not like the melting you from the outside inwards but like a campfire or a fireplace. He wouldn't move if you were with him, he wouldn't dare. He'd hold you tightly but he'd be so careful. Definitely panicked the first time you guys cuddled or fell asleep together. But once he got used to it he turned into a big cuddle bear.

Daichi

To me he seems like he'd sleep like a rock. After such a tiring day with the team he'd just flop onto the bed next to you and not move, like seriously you've probably had to poke him to check he was still alive.

He'd have and arm around you or he'd be leaning on you, either way once this man is asleep it's gonna be a pain to get out. why would you want to anyways?

Hinata

We all know that he's a ray of sunshine in both optimism and energy. cuddling/sleeping with him can go one of two ways

Since he's hyperactive this could carry on into his sleep. He's definitely smacked you a few times thinking you were a volleyball in his dream. Maybe even stolen the blanket a few times. He obviously apologies if you tell him in the morning

OR. He could be all tuckered out, kinda like a sugar crash but instead of a grumpy child you get a droopy hinata (almost the same thing) coming towards you with open arms, dragging you to bed or just leaning on you right then and there if he's really exhausted. He'd definitely use you as a giant pillow and just bury his face anywhere he can. neck? no problem. chest, whether it be flat or with melons? sure he can.

Kageyama

He may not seem it with his resting bitch face but he's definitely a cuddler. He'd definitely be more like daichi, calm and barely moving, unless it was to make you mire comfortable, but let's be honest he probably dreams about volleyball just like hinata and once again...you have been mistaken for a volleyball. Prepare for a bruise.

Im leaning towards him being a big spoon but maybe if he had a bad game or practice he'd want to be comforted, but either way his arms will be around you.

Nishinoya

This man is definitely a blanket theif. Just like hinata, he's a ball of energy and moves SO much while sleeping, not only does his arms flail about but theres a few kung fu moves going on there with his legs. You've definitely woken up with bruises and a leg across your chest while he sleeps like an angel.

If there is a rare occasion where he's not moving he's clinging onto you like a koala, legs around your waist or legs, arms around your torso and head on either your stomach or chest.

Tsukishima

This salty little shit probably isn't very keen on cuddles, but just for you. He'd have an arm around you loosely, maybe even pulling you closer while he's asleep. I feel like he'd be pretty cold (not just in attitude) so he'd be a great icepack for the summer but during winter you'll have to cocoon yourself in a blanket before cuddling up to him. Once you're asleep he's probably secretly affectionate, a few soft head pats while you're completely off in dream land.

y'all feelin unmotivated?

here's an amazing motivational quote that my grandma told me today

"don't half cock it, go full cock"

her mind is a horrifying yet beautiful thing

Late night thinking pt 1/?

He had the kind of beauty that could only be found in those broken greek statues.

The kind where they're always reaching for something yet they are tragically frozen in place, unable to move, unable to reach that goal they dream of. Yet to everyone else they look beautiful, almost angelic.

It's tragic thats someones pain, someones curse is considered art to most. The romanticized suffering of those trapped forever.

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Hello,

How do you do ? I hop to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

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Thank you all

i can't donate anything unfortunately but i hope someone else can.

Would you stay?

Im not quite sure what this is but I've been listening to some really depressing music so that what im blaming this on. The first chapter of immortal souls is in the works

Would you stay with me if I turned to a monster so different from how I used to be? I'm no longer human, I look so different. It's still me but I'm not the same, I'm a monster now, ugly and harsh.

Would you stay with me if I said I wanted to watch the world burn? leaving only us as the rest is used to keep us warm. Evil in a way that spurs the worst of chaos yet it's all for you. I'm not how I used to be, now a burning hot, filled with rage.

Would you stay with me if I said I could not feel love? If I said I could not feel love but I felt lonely without you? Would you stay through that loveless companionship? I'm not who I once was, there's no love, just emptiness and loneliness. Our so called love was just a charade to hide my loneliness.

Would you stay with me if I failed at everything? No matter how hard I try it all goes wrong in some way, a never ending cycle. I'm not the same anymore, consumed by the desire to succeed for once yet doused with failure after failure like its gasoline.

Would you stay with me if I descended into madness? My once calming laugh now echoes down halls and induces fear into most. Would you stay with me then? when I have to be tied up as to not tear my flesh from my bones, to stop myself from carving every inch of me to prove my love and desire for you.

Would you stay with me if no one else did? If everyone who saw me ran in fear and horror, would you stay? Whether it was my actions or looks that causes them to run all the way home so they can hide under their blankets. Would you stay by my side when I'm so disfigured on the inside and out that people cannot bare to look at me?

Would you stay with me if I never spoke a word to you? If all your questions and attempts at conversation were met with a cold silence, would you stay? If I only show my love through actions but never once utter the words "i love you"...would you stay?

Would you stay with me if I didn't exist? if our love was simply formed out of your loneliness and desperation to be loved by someone. Would you stay? When I dont appear in mirrors or photos or anywhere else but your head.

Would you stay with me even when I wouldn't? When I would leave myself at an abandoned bus station in a heartneat, loose myself in a crowd of people where I stand out so much but yet I'd look over myself, maybe I wouldn't even try to find myself. Would you stay with me when I dont understand how you could want to stay?

Would you stay with me even if I was not from this world? If I was unnatural and unbelonging of being on this earth with you. Would you stay? While I break the laws of nature and life to be here next to you?

Would you stay with me? When this is all over, all said and done...when I'm not quite the same as you remember me and yet I'm just about exactly the same. When my face doesn't look as young as it used to, but it shows the long times we had together. Would you stay when I grow old and forget your birthday? your name? your favourite flower?

Would you stay when all I can remember...is that I love you?