Source
trying on a metaphor
AnasAbdin
hello vonnie

izzy's playlists!

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Show & Tell

@theartofmadeline

Janaina Medeiros
h
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Cosimo Galluzzi

shark vs the universe

Andulka
KIROKAZE
Peter Solarz
d e v o n

Product Placement
sheepfilms
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin

seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Netherlands

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
@voids-universe
Source
there’s something so gutwrenching about the fact that the female characters in obsession have real dreams and wishes but never get the chance to see them realized, while both male characters waste their wishes on short-term selfish satisfaction. they were complex, free-spirited young women who just wanted to create art, and they were destroyed by a man determined to confine them to his superficial perception of them. nikki wanted to be a writer, sarah wanted to be an tattoo artist and now neither of them will get to be anything at all
re: last night’s Incident
if you ever see me post an AI generated image, please assume it is because I am fucking stupid and not because I support and use generative AI. the search results on many search engines and picture sharing websites are absolutely infested with AI and I do my very best to avoid AI generated images but there is always the possibility that I will not notice because, again, I am not terribly observant and I don’t have good eyesight. I know it is frustrating and I know it is my responsibility to look into the image source but things will slip through the cracks, please inform me instead of assuming I know
this should be the most reblogged post on tumblr before it dies
✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp
"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.
well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.
the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.
i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?
would you wet your fingers for me?... would you place a bookmark in me?
LIBRARY (n.) a playground for books and readers, but also for occasional debauchery
Synopsis: your plan is to avoid your rival, now that you’ve both been hired as assistant librarians, to minimise the chances of getting into hours long debates and committing murder. the problem is that he's everywhere — helping you carry heavy boxes, scoffing at your choice of literature, eating you out in the back corner between the We Shouldn't Do This and the We'll Never Speak of This Again shelves. in all the bickering and orgasms, you're left with one question:
is the smell of books an aphrodisiac?
Warnings: plot with porn, a romcom vibe series, college au, nerd!nanami x nerd!reader, both classical lit students, f!reader, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, they're mean to each other, specific warnings have been added to the relevant chapters, Nanami art by @/thatsallitchief, will eventually be available on AO3, not proofread Word Count: tbc
Canto I - The Hopeless Gate
℘ you wanted the librarian job. unfortunately so did he. and the world hates you so you both got the job. now you have to learn how to tolerate his existence with much closer proximity than before. it's doable, isn't it?
Canto II - The Second Circle
℘ this job's not as stimulating as you thought it would be. people are predictable, unadventurous, and too serious. he looks bored too. stoking some harmless competition wouldn't be so bad, right?
Canto III - The Dark Descent
℘ stakes have been added to the pot. you should stop letting him part your legs, should stop allowing him to light your fire, but no harm no foul if you guys just continue as you have been, no?
Canto IV - The Emerging Stars
℘ this was a mistake. all of it was. from the very beginning, it was doomed. you're too similar, too ambitious, too cutthroat. at the end of the day, you're only ever meant to be rivals...aren't you?
EPILOGUE
Do not copy, remake, repost, feed my work into AI, or translate any of my works © 2026 ReignPage on Tumblr, all rights reserved
things I won’t let ai take away from human writers
em dash
“not x, not y, but z”
short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice
none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.
no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.
speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
Y’all don’t like ‘kitten.’ y’all don’t like ‘princess.’ Yall don’t like ‘baby girl.’ y’all don’t like rough play, y’all don’t like fluff, you don’t like smut, y’all don’t like anything taboo (from fictional power imbalances to daddy k!nk), y’all don’t like short fics, y’all don’t like long fics—
YALL DONT LIKE NOTHING. OMG STFU 😫😫😫
Every day I wake up grateful that your mom didn't like oral🫶
Babygirl 😭 This might just be the first time in my Iife I've been speechless 😭 WHAT do I say to this 😭
so fucking humbling to be like “no I like that character a normal amount” and then you can literally feel your heart rate spike at a mention of them like a dog that just heard the word “treat”
Bring it on
Promo pics season 2 episode 15 "9:00 PM"
“jesus fucking christ,” dana’s voice rang out across the main hub, feet already running towards your limping frame coming through the ambulance bay doors. your hand was positioned securely against your scalp, blood slipping past your fingers and dripping onto the clean linoleum floor. “what the fuck happened?”
her shouting had gained the attention of other staff members. perlah and cassie followed dana’s path to you.
“i think i got-“ you looked at her when she reached your direct line of sight, words stumbling over the crimson coating your lips. “i don’t know what’s-“
“hey, it’s ok.” cassie was already pulled her gloves on, gently prying your hand away to inspect the wound. a wheelchair came speeding towards you, perlah’s grip on your arm tight, gently forcing you to sit.
“i don’t need-“ you tried to protest as different hands came towards you. dana began cleaning the laceration cut across your left cheek. cassie was gently padding her fingers across your skull.
frank, who you hadn’t even realised had come over, was now crouched down to your level, shining his pen light in your eyes. you winced slightly at the brightness, eyebrows drawing together.
“pupils equal and reactive.” he announced. your brain continued to try and process everything that was happening around you. the pain erupted through your skull as frank’s gloved hands reached to feel around your face, carefully avoiding tracking blood further across it. “i think she might have broke her fucking cheekbone”
“i’m tired,” your voice slurred, head feeling weak against people’s palms.
“you gotta try and stay awake, sweetheart.” dana encouraged, hand placing pressure against your shoulder. you groaned in response, eyes closing and neck slowly tilting backwards.
“trauma one now. and someone call abbot.” when you didn’t even acknowledge jesse pushing the wheelchair into the room, a collective sense of panic flooded over everyone.
ahmad’s frame came to the door, gazing at the sight of you being positioned on the gurney. “did she come in from the ambulance bay?” when perlah nodded in response, his fist clenched tight against the glass. “she said she was going for some air about 5 minutes ago. she had a pissed off husband of a patient she’d been treating. asked me to call the police for DV.”
“did you call them?” dana asked, hands making quick work attaching the relevant machines to your paling limbs.
“yeah, i’ll try and see if i can start getting the CCTV aswell.” he slipped through the door.
“we need robby in here. i think she got hit with something like a brick or stone. there is debris all in here.” cassie spoke as she examined your head, causing a momentary pause to fall over the room.
“has someone managed to get a hold of jack? you know he’d never forgive us if he didn’t find out about this immediately.”
your eyes opened slightly, not fully prepared for the view of the plain hospital ceiling above you. your body didn’t feel like your own. like your mind was awake but everything else refused to budge. you let out a groan, fingers stretching out against the hold something or someone had on it.
“hey, you’re ok,” a voice spoke. “take it easy.”
a chair scrapped on your left side, forcing your lids shut as spasms of sharpness shot through your head.
you could see the shadows of someone reaching over behind you. a beep was heard distantly outside the room.
“i’ve called the doctor to come check on you.” they announced, hand once again finding yours.
“doctor?” you mumbled. “what happened?”
blinking a few times, you finally familiarised yourself with the environment. it was a standard room, monitors quietly providing vitals, itchy blue blanket covering your legs. the main difference being the casually dressed, silver haired man sat in the red leather recliner beside your bed.
“hey beautiful,” he smiled when your gaze fell to him. you returned a blank look, confusion flooding your face. his expression immediately changed to match yours.
“why am i here?”
“you got attacked, skull and facial fracture plus intercranial bleeding. but you’re ok now. its just resting and recovering.” he explained. you nodded, signifying you understand what he said. “it’s going to be a long journey but you’re strong. you can do it.”
“thank you,” you spoke, eyes frantically searching his face for more answers. “I do just have to ask something else though.”
“what’s that, angel?” he sat forward on the chair, elbows resting on his thighs.
“I’m sorry but who are you?”
We all have weird hobbies, right? Jack finds out about what you’re doing outside of work
menace!jack x menace!resident!reader | prev ⋆ masterlist ⋆ next
"Jesus fucking Christ," you hiss as you snap the curtain close. "Talk about indecent exposure, gonna give Robby a heart attack flaunting those around."
Jack is stunned into silence, his muscles contracting as your voice processes through the leftover adrenaline coursing through his body. He's contorted awkwardly, trying to clean a wound on his back that he clearly can't reach.
THIS WAS SO FCKING GOOD!!!!!
who knows how accurate this is to canon, but I want to die every time I imagine babyjo seeing curses for the first time and being so scared of the monsters that he cried and cried but no one ever came to comfort him. he cried in the way children do, with hiccups, hyperventilating, all snotty and red in the face. they probably scoffed at him too. disappointed and disgusted by his display of weakness. babyjo didn't understand why they were so mad at him for crying, why no one was protecting him from the monsters.
he couldn't shut his eyes, because he still saw them. everywhere. all at once.
babyjo eventually learnt to self-soothe. he had to. because no one would talk to him until he stopped crying. because he didn't like disappointing everyone. he might have had a blanket or toy he brought with him everywhere till it was dirty and torn apart because it was warmer than how everyone else holds him. because no one hugged him. no one rubbed his head or patted his back, no one sang lullabies to get him to sleep, or reassured him after he woke up from a nightmare
maybe someone higher up decided that the heir shouldn't have a teddy or blanky — it's an embarrassing display of vulnerability the gojo clan cannot afford — and they snatched it from him. no one listened to him when he begged to have it back. and he begged for so long.
once again babyjo was alone.
that's why, if he ever has a baby, best believe he's spoiling the little thing with all the toys in the world!!! he doesn't believe in letting the baby cry it out. doesn't believe in saying 'no' or 'be a big boy'. dadjo always brings his baby up to eye level or he bends down. he hates towering over his baby. he doesn't believe in a child being able to identify their parent by their legs or their shoes.
dadjo dresses his mini me in the cutest, softest onesies and cuddles the hell out of his baby as a way to heal his inner child. he's the type to be admiring his baby and then suddenly getting cuteness aggression. "my shaylaaaaa," he'd coo, biting his baby's chubby cheek.
oh and he totally compares his baby with all other babies. 'my baby doesn't scream endlessly like that in public' + 'my baby eats all their vegetables' + 'my baby can build tower blocks as tall as they are'
but dadjo also always tells his baby, 'you're perfect just the way you are. even if you're not the smartest, the biggest, or the strongest. just grow up healthy. and take care of your mommy. she gets sad when I'm not with her.'
Just a friendly reminder: whatever has to happen in the next two episodes to stop robby from killing himself will make him angry. It will be ugly, he will be ugly, he will lash out, he will say some truly awfull shit to whoever will be responsible for the intervention. He will hurt people because he is in pain and terrified and because he might think "If i piss them off enough they will let me do this and won’t miss me when i'm gone". Be as emotionally prepared as possible for it to get much worse before it gets a little better.