When

I could use some 💪 luck

Toby: I hate brushing my teeth at night because that signifies that you can't have any more food and I'm just never ready for that kind of commitment

Ben: Never microwave a Capri sun

Ej: what did you do?

Ben: microwave a Capri sun

Avenge me

Dean: ANd what do you do if I die?

Castiel: AVENGE YOU!!!

Dean: NO

Castiel: GO AFTER THEIR CHILDREN

Dean: N O-!

Day One: Biker Gang Au, pain play/ hair pulling

Ship: Sanemi/Giyuu (Sanegiyuu)

Note: for more information about this Au, it's on my ao3 : hitmewithachair under Kinktober 2024

It was days like these when Giyuu longed for a hint of normalcy in his life. The sounds of grunts fill his ears along with the sound of liquid splattering on the ground. Looking up from his daze, he sees the still-fighting group trying to rip each other apart. That guy’s people had trespassed on his territory and stirred up trouble.

Again.

He didn’t mind the occasional brawl, though he rather his people not have to suffer the consequences. Soft-hearted, Sabito would call him but pointless brawls ended with more people hurt and fewer hands when needed. Especially when dealing with those Moon Demons from the other side of town.

Infighting wasn’t outright banned but he figured with the Master’s insistence on everyone working together as a united front, that at least everyone would be civil. Especially him. Though maybe he just hated Giyuu more than he respected Master. Giyuu frowns, it deepens when he sees the accumulating injuries on his own people. Perhaps some training was in order.

Red marks and scratches continue to appear on their bodies, the blood dripping steadily on the floor as the fight becomes too difficult to track. At least they had the common sense to fight in an abandoned warehouse, they couldn’t afford to get in trouble with the police. He sighs and almost smacks his face into his palm but restrains himself. He did have to maintain some semblance of a reputation, less he wants an earful from a certain nuisance. He shoves his hands into his pockets, hoping to distract himself from the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he walks over to the group.

The group doesn’t even register his presence, not until he grabs someone and pushes them to the ground. A yelp rips its way out of the person’s throat as Giyuu pulls his fist back and brings it down. Bright, red blood blossoms on his knuckles and all over the person’s face. dripping from their nose and mouth.

The person blearily looks up at Giyuu and tries to swipe at hand at him. Giyuu pushes the hand away and punches the person again. More blood spills and the person’s eyes close. Before he could wipe the blood off and give a verbal warning to the other intruders, he hears the sound of several people approaching. He glances over and sees the very man behind this mess.

The scars always catch his attention, the way they wind around his face like vines strangling a tree. His white hair and white uniform stand out starkly, especially as he approaches Giyuu. While everything about him begs for attention, it’s the crazy, intense look in his eyes that keeps him hypnotized.

Several of his lackeys stand at his side or just behind him, forming a wall around him. Their uniforms are a mix of white and gold. Giyuu stands up slowly and wipes his blood-stained knuckles on his navy blue uniform. His gaze, still as water, glances at the man across from him with the same indifference as looking at a bug. Everyone stops moving, even the previously fighting people seem to have stopped and are now observing the scene with their breaths in their throats. They’re staring at each other so intensely, Giyuu even finds it slightly intimate. He opens his mouth and ignores his useless thoughts.

“Sanemi, are these your people?” Even without asking, Giyuu knows they are, their uniforms making it obvious. He was just hoping Sanemi would take the opportunity to apologize for their behavior. Even hoping the matter would end today and never happen again. Though he should’ve known better.

Sanemi swaggers over to him, his lackeys remaining back, closer and closer until they are almost chest to chest. Giyuu feels the other’s breath fanning his face and forces himself to continue to stare into Sanemi’s eyes. Now eye-to-eye and with little proximity, Sanemi finally speaks up.

“Yeah, so what?” Giyuu’s eyebrow twitches slightly and his mouth almost droops into a deeper frown, all caught by Sanemi. A smile grows on his face, twisting into a sneer. “Why have you got a problem with that?” Giyuu simply sighs, if Sanemi isn’t willing to apologize then he would just retreat for now and retaliate later.

He sees his wounded people from the corner of his eye and notes that they aren’t suited for a fight. Though besides the people he brought, Sanemi seems to be in the same boat. Giyuu furrows his eyebrows, ignoring the tense silence between Sanemi and him, and asks himself, What would Sabito do?

The silence stretches until an angry voice pulls him back. “Ignoring me now?! Staying quiet won’t do you any favors!” He even shoves himself deeper into Giyuu’s personal bubble. Okay, now he was starting to feel annoyed. “..sy.” He mutters. Sanemi arches his brow. “Huh? What was that?! You struggling to even say a word!?” Sanemi sneers.

Giyuu takes a step back and says loud enough. “Noisy. Please stop shouting, I can hear you just fine.” If there was one image Giyuu could compare Sanemi to at that moment, it would be a volcano ready to explode, given how red he became and how he looked ready to shoot out burning rocks. Sanemi sputters and almost roars, but Giyuu’s had enough. He moves swiftly, grabs Sanemi’s shoulder, and pushes him down into a bow before lifting his knee and jamming it into Sanemi’s abdomen.

Sometimes it was okay to act before you thunk, Giyuu’s sure Sabito would agree(he would not). Sanemi doesn’t collapse onto the ground and just lets out a choked shout as he looks at Giyuu with indignation. Giyuu hears the sound of Sanemi’s lackeys coming closer and shoots them all a glare. “Scatter unless you wanna die.”

They falter in their steps but still try to walk forward. They were loyal at least. Sanemi raises a hand and waves them back. “I don’t need a bunch of useless weight getting in my way.” Someone opens their mouth but Sanemi closes his raised hand, the other person’s mouth falling closed. “Silence. Get the other trash and get out of my sight.” No more protests are heard and Giyuu watches as Sanemi’s people finally leave. He glances at his own people and doesn’t say anything but they get the message and leave as well.

He’s fought Sanemi before though it wasn’t a real fight as Giyuu felt no excitement from trading blows with the other. Right now is a different story, a very different one. His blood was racing, drumming in his ears, and causing his body to buzz with excitement. As much as he wishes he could deny it, as much as he wishes for some hint of normalcy in his life. He knows better.

Behind his practiced calm, he yearned for the pain of a bruise, for the evidence that he too could be hurt. Others sported signs of their pain and could even die as easily. Some evidence that his body was in the same disrepair as his heart. He looks coldly at Sanemi and the still water in his heart ripples until it soars into a tidal wave.

“Why do you keep targeting me?” His question is followed with a kick aimed at Sanemi’s back. Sanemi grabs his ankle and tries pulling Giyuu towards him. “I ain’t targetting no one. That’s just your delusion. You wish I was targeting you.” Giyuu lets himself get pulled and hops with his other leg closer. He pulls his head back and slams into Sanemi’s forehead, a loud smack echoing in the empty building.

Sanemi lets go of his ankle and rubs his forehead. “In fact, you’re the one who started it!” He quickly recovers and launches himself at Giyuu, wrapping his arms around Giyuu’s waist and diving to the ground. Giyuu groans when the hard cement hits his back and twists to get out of Sanemi’s grip. Now he was starting to get angry. “What are you talking about!? You’re the one who started sending your people over!”

Giyuu grabs Sanemi’s shoulders, his arms still wrapped around Giyuu’s waist, and uses his center of gravity to flip them over. Giyuu straddles his chest and pulls back a fist to punch but Sanemi’s already let go of his waist and pushed Giyuu back. “oof,” Giyuu falls back, his head laying on top of Sanemi’s knees.

He pulls his leg back and grinds his heel into Sanemi’s shoulder, pinning him down. “You!” Sanemi grabs his ankle and tries to remove Giyuu’s ankle but Giyuu refuses to let go. In retaliation, Sanemi spreads his legs, causing Giyuu to fall further and hit the back of his head on the ground.

The world becomes unfocused for a second but Giyuu forces himself out of his stupor. At that time, Sanemi pushes his ankle off and flips on top of Giyuu, pinning him to the floor. They both breathe heavily but don’t stop, can’t stop. “At the last meeting, you were obviously messing with me!” Sanemi pulls his fist back and brings it down on Giyuu’s face. Pain blossoms where his nose is and Giyuu can feel something dripping.

He blearily looks down and sees a trace of red, he licks his lips and confirms the taste of blood in his mouth. A smile spreads out across his face, though Sanemi just gets upset. He punches his face again and this time Giyuu laughs. “You really were messing with me?!” Sanemis pulls his fist back again and Giyuu sees a flicker of genuine hurt flicker over Sanemi’s face. His smile fades and he almost sighs. With his waning strength, he reaches over and grabs Sanemi’s wrist. His grip isn’t as strong but Sanemi doesn’t shake it off.

“What are you talking about? Nothing even happened….right?” Sanemi stares at Giyuu in disbelief, his eye twitching as a sneer appears on his face. “Weren’t you the one who invited me out then flaked the next day?!” Sanemi raises his fist and Giyuu waits for the pain but it never comes. Sanemi’s fist trembles in the air before he slams it into the ground beside Giyuu’s head.

“Whatever…Whatever! Not like I care over some stupid trash like you! I’ll leave you alone and you stay out of my business!” Sanemi gets up to leave but Giyuu flips them over and pins Sanemi’s shoulder down with his hands. “You’re the one who canceled it, and you didn’t even tell me face to face. You sent Uzui over.” Sanemi’s mouth drops open in disbelief, “No, you sent Shinobu over and had her cancel it.”

The silence around them grew until a light switch seemed to go off in both their heads. Giyuu lets go of Sanemi and frowns. “I see…I guess this is their idea of a prank…” Giyuu rubs his hands into his face, all his earlier adrenaline gone and replaced with dull buzzing energy.

His heart wasn’t as satisfied, he’d secretly hoped he’d be carried out cut up. Sanemi sighs underneath him, refocusing his attention, his face alternating between pale and red. “Either way, I’m done with all this bullshit. Get off me, I’m leaving.” His voice isn’t loud and he just looks defeated.

Giyuu rubs his nose, trying to wipe away the blood before leaning down until he was almost touching noses with the other. “I wouldn’t mind.” Sanemis looks at Giyuu’s dripping nose and back to his serious gaze. “What the hell are you talking about?” A rare anxious expression flickers over Giyuu’s face. “We could always reschedule it, can’t we?” Sanemi’s face goes blank before it explodes bright red. “H-Huh?!”

Giyuu ignores him, “I don’t know if you like it but Tanjiro said you liked Ohagi. I know a place where they sell it, they also have other stuff. I really like their soba noodles though. We could go right now but I might need to change.” Giyuu pushed himself away from Sanemi and sat upright. His clothes were dirty with both blood and dust.

He glances at Sanemi’s clothing, his white uniform coated in a layer of dirt turning it an ashy grey. “You might need to change too.” He looks at Sanemi’s unbuttoned shirt exposing his chest and his face sours. “And please cover-up, it's a bit cold.” He reaches over to button up his shirt but Sanemi grabs his wrist and stops him.

“You actually want to go out with me? You’re not messing with me?” Giyuu scrunches his eyebrows and squints his eyes. He already told him it was okay, why is he still asking? Giyuu thinks back to Sabito, what would he do? Earlier he’d moved without thinking and punched Sanemi which led to a good outcome. Acting before thinking…was a good idea!

He doesn’t answer Sanemi and instead moves his hand out of his grip before interlacing their fingers and bowing down to peck his lips. Sanemi’s body freezes but his hand squeezes and grips tightly to Giyuu’s hand. Giyuu pulls back to say something but Sanemi reaches over with his other hand and pulls Giyuu back down.

Giyuu’s breath stutters but he manages to breathe as Sanemi kisses him. It’s intense like Sanemi is trying to consume him, prying his mouth open with his tongue. He can taste the blood mixing between their tongues before he registers that Sanemi just bit him. His body shudders and a small moan vibrates between their lips.

He pulls back from the kiss, his body feeling hot and buzzing with a familiar energy. His dilated pupils look into Sanemi’s and his mouth moves faster than his thoughts. “Hurt me.” Sanemi blinks and he looks genuinely at a loss before he teasingly smiles. “You’re sicker in the head than I thought.” Giyuu ignores him and instead leans back until he’s almost sitting on top of Sanemi’s pelvic region.

He feels something poke him and grinds against it. Sanemi’s smile fades and a groan rumbles from his throat. Sanemi grabs his waist and stops him. Giyuu wiggles out of his grip and changes tactics, moving until his face is positioned over Sanemi’s clothed bulge. “H-Hey!” Giyuu raises a brow at Sanemi and Sanemi looks like he’s going to pass out with how red his face is.

“Do you do this on all your dates?” Giyuu frowns and shakes his head. “No…I just thought I’d like to do this with you.” Sanemi goes quiet again but Giyuu can tell he’s trying to figure out what to say. He reaches over for the waistband of Sanemi’s pants and pulls them down along with his underwear until his cock is exposed.

Sanemi sputters until a sentence squeezes through his lips, “Are you sure about this?” Giyuu doesn’t waste a second and nods. Sanemi sighs before nodding, “Okay, just tell me if I’m hurting you too much.” Giyuu nods again before reaching over and placing Sanemi’s hands on top of his head.

Sanemis's hands flex and lightly grip his hair, much to Giyuu’s chagrin. He moves his hands and wraps one around Sanemi’s dick. This spurs a reaction, causing Sanemi to grunt and tug on his scalp. Giyuu lets out a pleased sigh and moves his hand up and down, using the pre-cum as lubrication.

He leans his head down and darts his tongue out to lick the tip. Sanemi tugs his head further down until the tip almost enters his mouth. The tugging on his scalp causes his eyes to water as he lets his body go slack. Sanemi seems to get the hint and thrusts slowly into Giyuu’s mouth.

The taste is anything but appealing but Giyuu can’t stop drooling around it, especially when he feels it hit the back of his throat. He swallows around it and feels Sanemi thrust further down his throat.

It burns slightly and causes Giyuu to moan louder, his body shaking as he gets more excited. He wraps his arms around Sanemi’s waist and brings him even closer until he feels like he’ll choke to death on his cock. Sanemi groans and moves his hips faster, slamming into Giyuu’s throat and moving Giyuu’s head back and forth like a cock sleeve.

Giyuu hollows out his cheeks, taking uneven breaths through his nose and relishing in the experience. His body was starting to ache from the fight earlier but this, this right here made his body burn. He feels like he’s one push away from falling over the edge. Sanemi’s thrusts get more erratic and his breathing heavier.

With a few more thrusts, he yanks Giyuu down until his nose is brushing his pubic hairs and he’s coming down his throat. Giyuus's own body spasms as he tries to swallow it all down, pushing himself away and coughing slightly into his hands. He swallows what’s in his throat and looks at the white, sticky strands gathering on his fingers. One by one, he licks his fingers until his hands are mainly clean.

Sanemi stares with a blank stare and red face before putting his face into his hands. “You’re going to kill me one day.” Giyuu blinks at him owlishly and Sanemi just sighs. ‘Never mind, do you need…help?” Sanemi points downward but Giyuu shakes his head with a rare shy expression. “No…I already finished.”

Sanemi looks down at the wet spot and almost laughs. “You really are a masochist.” Giyuu thinks about it and nods his head. “I guess I am…are you going to pull your pants up?” Sanemi flushes and pulls his pants on, standing up. “Whatever! What about you? You going to walk out with a stain like that?”

Giyuu picks himself back up and looks down at his pants. He thinks for a moment before taking his uniform jacket off and wrapping it around his waist. He gives Sanemi a thumbs-up and Sanemi rolls his eyes. He really must be going crazy. The two walk out of the abandoned building, the sky dark and the nearby streetlights on. The faint glow of stars floats above their heads and they finally look at each other.

“Would you like to have dinner later?” Giyuu finally asks. Sanemi stays silent before answering, “Now you’re asking? Aren’t you supposed to wine and dine me before you get into my pants?” Giyuu’s face freezes and he grabs Sanemi’s hand. “I see. I’ll take responsibility.” Sanemi hisses and swats Giyuu’s hand away.

“I’m just messing with you! Ugh, most restaurants are closed anyway.” Giyuu deflates, “Oh.” Sanemi sighs and begins walking away, causing Giyuu to look even more like an abandoned puppy. “What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to come over for dinner?” Giyuu looks over and sees Sanemi waiting for him.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Giyuu walks over and the two of them start heading to Sanemi’s house. A wondering stranger saw the two of them head off together and it wasn’t long before rumors began to spread that the two were involved the next day. Nothing was officially confirmed but the two groups under their command seldom had any more disputes afterwards.

no hoddie

Slenderman: I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded.

Masky: What about work?

slenderman: Fine. Other work. And no TV.

Masky: My TV's broken.

Slenderman: Then no computer.

Masky: I need the computer for school.

Slenderman: Then no... uh...

[Glances at Hoodie]

slenderman: No Hoodie.

Masky: What?! No Hoodie?!

slenderman: NO Hoodie!

Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.

Toby: what do you call a fish with no eye

Hoodie:Myxine Circifrons.

Toby: ...

Toby:.. Fsh

realizations

Ticci toby: Music is just wriggling air

Masky: Toby, please stop

Ticci toby: Funerals are just family reunions with one less person in it.

Masky: No, stop don’t do this to me

Ticci toby: What if “raining men” and “let the bodies hit the floor” are both the same event but from different perspectives?

Masky: I’m begging you to stop

Ben drowned: No let him continue