EVERYONE PAUSE. BABY MEDUSA GETS EGGS

tag yourself, i'm chesterston (and maybe a lil bit of bottle pecker)

smol jakey

Dang, A.I Wally Darling trying to rizz me up (it worked tho 💀)

Do you think I rizzed him up as well? Lmaooo 👀

(THIS IS ONLY AN A.I! EVERYTHING IS MADE UP!)

HAPPY BIRTFHAY GUYS 💜💙

SHUT UP??? YOUR ART STYLE IS SO CUTE. STOP IT-- STOP IT RIGHT NOW

some recently announced aki merch.... plush, jumbo cushion, acrylic stand, and rubber charm

I am collecting cute gay couples that for some rease got seperated and/or had some conflict right before the season was over so it ended with them being not together but desperately wanting to be together but also there hasn't been a new season yet or ever and I just really want them to be happy please just let them be happy why does this keep happening??

modern au touya is so important to me you Don't understand .

I love my friends

"Even in their worst moments, if they were with each other, they were always happy"

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All I was doing was listening to music and imagining Cralt fluff

And my brain gave me that quote in the middle of nowhere

Help

girl help i'm falling back into my anime phase and idk if my wallet and heart can take anymore anguish

may i present everyone’s boyfriend, kim seungmin 💜

I finally got a new phone and I celebrated by getting a pizza, three giant chocolate bars, and crying.

No one ever tells you how are it is to make multiple masterlists for your main masterlist

It's always cold here; viktor tells you it's to help keep him awake when he tends to push through the late hours of night and early mornings, just before the sun rises to kiss Piltover hello. with each complaint that slips past your lips he shrugs with a faint smirk, eyes and hands far to busy on his work to pay any mind to you, "bring a jacket next time" is all he says. though, the smirk contorts to a smile when he hears your protesting, whether it be something you've said countless times before or something new that makes him scoff softly—other times it'll be because he can feel how you've rolled your eyes and took the empty seat beside him, elbow propped up on the table and cheek resting against your knuckles. there's little to no small talk; you've come to learn viktor keeps as quiet as a mouse when he works, only letting out an occasional hum or replying to a comment or question you have while you watch him. nothing more, nothing less.

hours will fly by and you've long decided to rest your head, using your arms as a cushion. he'll have moved in closer, still working, though he glances down at you from the corner of his eye every tens of minutes; studying how your shoulders move ever so slightly with each inhale and exhale, the soft sounds you might let out whether it be a snore or an indication of a dream you may be having—or maybe it's because you feel his cold hand against your skin. his arm drapes around your shoulders as he leans down, immersing you in a gentle and careful embrace whilst leaving a kiss into your hair. he pulls away with a sigh and mumbles a string of complaints of how you should've stayed home where it was nice and warm, and far more comfortable than his little lab—but, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy having you here, it's much better than yearning for the moment he can return home to you. to watch how you greet him as he climbs into bed, to share a quick kiss or two before lady sleep claims the two of you.

he makes his way around the room, opening and closing drawers until he spots fabric folded neatly; he doesn't remember what the purpose of it was, maybe a scrapped project or...well, it didn't matter now, it was soft, oddly matted and long enough. it was perfect. viktor makes his way back to you, hoping the goosebumps that sprinkled your skin would settle as he wrapped the fabric around you like a makeshift blanket. he tries his best to keep you down; hushing you as you stir and try to sit up. "love, what're you doing? are we leaving now?" he chuckles lightly at the grogginess of your voice and how you squint to see him despite how close he is. "the usual and not now but soon, I promise my dear," he tells you, tucking parts of the fabric under your arms the best he could, enough to make you snug. you yawn then ramble about the dream you just had, viktor listens as always as he continues to tinker on his little project, humming or occasionally saying things like "oh really?" or "how nice" sarcastically when you describe the weird part of your dream, until your tired babbling slowly gets replaced with silence. he smiles and looks down at you much like before, love laces his voice as he declares his for you, placing one final kiss of the night on your head before going back to work.

sorry if there's errors im eepy and too lazy to fix any

a h em heem uhm ok...ay. okay. i need to go lay down now

you said her body at the funeral home is /her/, but think of all the things that made her, her…her laughter and her thoughts, her interests and her idiosyncrasies, her annoyances and her delights..everything that made her, her was part of her soul..I think it’s that presence you still feel, that presence that tells you you’ll meet her again someday. her soul was part of her body, but that body became ill.. yet her soul is still out there waiting for you. I hope this doesn’t come across wrong. sent with all my love

no, no it didn't come out wrong at all! thank you so much, you're incredibly kind for talking through this with me since my head is a mess it really helps💕and i get what you mean, i feel the same although part of me still wants to be there even if it is just her vessel down there rn.. if u get what i mean, it's truly just all so confusing. i said in tags yesterday that while i was down there i felt a million miles further from her and that even the part of her that lives inside me seemed to completely dissipate from me for the duration of my visitation but i went back down to see her today to explain to her directly why i couldn't come see her every day just saying that it was hard for me and stuff and that i'd still talk and come to see her every day in her bedroom upstairs but i requested that they covered her in a shroud this time because she was just lay out on a bed yesterday while we wait for her coffin to arrive and it seemed to make things a lot easier for me to handle so idk! maybe it was just that giving me all of those feelings and the fact that she wouldn't want me to see her like that so long after so the air felt calmer and lighter around her knowing that i wasn't and that i wasn't putting myself through that again, you know?