#bored thoughts

[gh3ttob4by]

The full moon is looking at me through my window right now, I wonder how shes feeling and what else she sees

[rottenrice]

We live in an endless loop and the only way out is death

[deathbydistress]

I had to get this out of my brain, but i genuinely feel like Will would be a vast contrast as a killer to Hannibal. Hannibal has his strength, his expertise, and years of doing this.

Will doesn’t.

sure he would follow through with the entire ritual, but the initial kill would feel feral. Damn near blitz attack. Because that surprise is his upper hand. No one expects a sheep to actually be a wolf.

[escapihst]

I wonder how Aaron is feeling during his Saturn return

[kidchaor122]

Do you think it ever Bother Hange after they found out the Titans were Eldians trapped in there? I mean, her fondness for Titans aside, do you think it ever bothered her that all her poking, prodding vivisection, were done to things that were once human. Like when they just thought that Titans were their own, non-sentient thing, it was probably easy to justify what they were doing, but once they found out, do you think it ever bothered Hange?

[suntria]

When reading the Titans Tower Fight, and I read Jason thinking to himself, while putting Raven into a depper sleep, that "She said that my anger is gonna get me killed... and she was right."

My reaction was:

BITCH, since when??? Did you getting hit in the head and blown up change your memories or something?? (I mean, maybe...)

Like, you went to Ethiopia to meet your bio mom while still mourning your death parents and you went to that dumb warehouse to save your mom's life!!

Where was the fucking "only guided by anger" in that??? Jay, why tf do you do this to yourself? Give yourself and your true feelings some more credit, dammit!!

[cha-lyn]

fourth course

chef!bucky x reader drabble. 

warnings: i use the word orgasmic but no orgasms are written of lmao, implied smut 

a/n : like/reblog if you like. i hope this inspires someone else to write a chef bucky bc i think it's a hawt concept. 

Ok... Bucky, but a professional chef

You go to one of the best reviewed restaurants with your tinder date. He’s a cocky investment banker or something, so he gets a table closest to the glass wall separating the kitchen and dining room

You watch in awe as the chef multitasks between cooking, tasting and plating. He’s busy, in every single detail and very clearly in control of the kitchen. Hair pulled back as he chops and cook. Wearing a short sleeved chef jacket that strains under his muscles

He spots you watching and gives you a small smile, eye lingering on your curls cascading over your bare brown shoulders. the satin of your black dress hugging your body like a second skin. 

Your meal - from the appetizers to the main course - is the best thing you’ve ever eaten. Dynamic, orgasmic flavors. Your date scarfes it down, not even trying to savor it. but you take your time. trying the elements on their own then all together. 

and then there’s a deep, rich voice, “How is everything?” there he stands. tall, broad and handsome. 

your date says something unimpressive but you- you dive in. Telling him how his flavors go together so well, like they were made for each other. Like the way the sweet battles the savory to become something totally exotic yet completely familiar. The way the spice melds with the cream so it’s fire without the burn

Bucky blushes from your praises, totally forgetting your date as he offers you a tour of the kitchen. You barely spare your date a second glance as you let him lead you to the kitchen and if he protests you don't hear him.

He tells you all about his inspiration for the menu, the pairings. The time flies and then the kitchen is clean and quiet and the dining room is empty and your perched on the edge of the stainless steel prep table trying a variety of desserts. 

“Try this one next,” bucky instructs, airplaning a bite sized tart to your open mouth. You let out a sigh that sounds more like a moan, eyes fluttering. when you open them he’s inches from your face, hand rising to wipe the whipped cream from your top lip

you pull his thumb into your mouth, tracing it with your tongue. he groans, pulling you flush to him, whispering dirty delicious things in your ear. it’s not long before you gently fall back onto the cold prep table and pull him down with you for the fourth and final course.

[nickki-d-k]

What if Riff covers his eyes cuz he's a Gorgon?