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n0bluev · 1 month
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Satoru booped Suguru and isnt letting him boop back (insufferable evil brat : [infinity mode])
Bonus: Catoru
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mellon1998 · 7 months
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Do I want them to stay in Last Bast and be safe and fed and have a community and maybe Tula could have a chance to slam down big style? Yes.
Do I trust this place for even like half a second? No. Absolutely not.
Let me be clear that I do not distrust each individual stoat in Last Bast, it is the institution of Last Bast itself that I do not trust.
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moderndaypandora · 1 year
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Hob is going to come home one day two months into Dream's retirement (and seven weeks into their marriage) and Dream's going to be full Victorian maiden on the chaise lounge, arm covering his eyes.
Hob, who is not a fool: Want to talk about it, or want to be consumed by the agonies for a little while longer while I prepare dinner? You got groceries, right?
Dream: [horrible groaning dirge of assent]
Hob: I'm starting to get a little concerned, dearest
Dream: I went out to. Obtain groceries. And the woman at the till said 'enjoy your food'.
Hob: And you said?
 Dream: "My thanks. you as well."
Hob: My poor love. Have a kiss to ease the sting.
Dream: [accepting the forehead kiss as his due] I can't go back to that grocery store in this lifetime.
Hob: Understandable.
Dream: Can we fake our deaths tomorrow?
Hob: Give me two weeks to wrap everything up, then we can.
Dream: <3
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levinbolts · 2 months
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gave that man facial hair & a cocky lil smirk
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spamgyu · 3 months
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Angel // Minghao
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"Always and angel. Never a God"
DESCRIPTION: She knew she never fully had him – despite his countless reassurance that she did. She wasn't stupid, she knew that she had big shoes to fill and though his words said one thing, the ghost of his past says otherwise. GENRE: Angst
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There was a ghost of her that haunted every part of your relationship.
He said it wasn't so but you felt it.
She had been long gone for years but you can feel her presence with every time he touched you, with every word he said, with the cologne he chose to wear, and the songs he listened to.
It was all her.
The girl that once occupied his heart before you did.
He never once uttered her name, not even during the worst of your fights. He never once held her over your head.
But he didn't need to.
He kept her around – his favorite jacket he wore during the cold winter months were from her. The chain that dangled above your face during the nights he made you his, she purchased.
He doesn't think you know, but he underestimated a your power to sleuth – finding all information about her down to what high school she graduated.
But it wasn't just him.
His friends kept in contact with her - her name slipping from their lips every now and then when we were in group settings. You knew they didn't intend to utter it, you can see the regret in their eyes as they pause in the middle of their sentences.
And every single time, you pretended not to hear it.
You pretend to not be fazed by the sinking feeling in my stomach; the voice in your head screaming at you.
"You'll never measure up to her."
Everyone had their own demons. Yours just so happened to be your boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.
"Angel," Minghao's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, turning to face him. "You okay? You're out in space over there."
You pulled your lips into a tight smile, giving him a soft nod. "Just– thinking."
"About?"
Her.
"Nothing." You shook your head, scooting into his open arms – allowing him to pull you against his chest.
"Is it about what Jun said?"
What Jun said.
The reason why you allowed your thoughts to consume you.
During dinner, your boyfriend's best friend had accidentally mentioned her as he gushed over the meal in front of them. He spoke of how Kaia was the one that showed them the Italian restaurant – the one that Minghao had claimed to be his favorite when he had first brought you around.
You thought it was the one final place that she didn't haunt.
Boy, were you oh so wrong.
For the remainder of the night, you couldn't help but think of the first time Minghao had ordered for you when he had taken you to the establishment – not bothering to glance at the menu.
He knew the meals by heart.
Was the pasta that you liked so much once hers?
"It's nothing, Hao." You shook your head, not wanting to further dig deep into the large wound.
"He didn't mean it."
"They never do."
"What's that supposed to mean?" His body shifted from under you, causing you to sit up and face him again.
"I– She'll always be around, it's okay." You shook your head. It was far too late in the night to start an argument, and you weren't in the mood to sleep without the warmth of his arms.
"We– you know she and I ended in good terms. I– I can't really tell them to not hang out with her."
He was right and that's what hurt the most.
Minghao did his part, he steered clear from her. Not once did he join his friends when they hung out with her, nor did he stay in contact with her.
Out of respect of you.
But despite all his efforts, and his reassurances – she still remained. Almost as if she had never left.
"I know." You nodded. "I– it's just my head."
"It's you that I chose to be with. It's you that I come home to."
Minghao was right yet again, but why did it still feel like it wasn't so.
Because if he did let go of her, pieces of her wouldn't remain in your shared apartment. He wouldn't smell like the scent she had picked out for him all those years ago.
He wouldn't take you to the places they once claimed to be theirs.
He would have started a brand new slate.
"Angel, I need you to know that I love you." Minghao spoke slowly, taking your hands in his.
You looked down at the cold metal that made contact with your skin – the Chrome Hearts ring she had gifted him their first year together.
Yet another reminder of her as he professed his so called love for you.
You had him, but never all of him. You were his angel, but never his god.
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saradiation · 1 year
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For 11/11 you get Jane & Roxy because I never draw them and they deserve some love <3
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bakapandy · 1 year
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Long time no Shinki...my baby boy....
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roseandgold137 · 4 months
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ra’s: go away I only want to speak with your son
jack: uhhh it’s actually a rule where Tim isn’t allowed to have private meetings with supervillains until he’s at least thirty soooo
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bakubunny · 4 months
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*whispers smth abt him making ur ass every shade of red in front of a bunch of people bc he knows u get off from it bc u were a lil too bratty that day n runs away*
kirishima, midoriya, bakugo, shinso, aizawa, tokoyami, geto, nanami, sukuna
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MCR moments that send me to the 80% of the ocean we haven't seen yet
Here's parts of My Chem songs that make me feel feelings, in no particular order
The desperate, gritty, sad second "And we'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and we'll dance again", I could write an essay on this part I swear
Vampires will never hurt you: "I'll never let them hurt you, i pROMISE". I believe her every time
Also in vampires pretty much any of the distorted screams like the "COME ON"
ALSO ALSO vamps "Someone get me to the doctor and someone call the nurse" and the entirety of that verse - smashing my head on my desk pounding my fist on the ground palpitating my heart with my ribcage ahhhhh (we're done with vampires I promise)
"l i g h t u p t h e s t a g e a n d w a t c h m e KICK OUT THE JAMS"
Fronk's rabid dog backing vocals in Honey this Mirror
The final line in the Dead! bridge (Is that the most both of you can gi-i-i-ive?) literally leaves me Dead! every single time
The grief-stricked, utterly DESPERATE bridge of Helena
Any Ray Toro solo
But especially Vampire Money (when i speak of the milf it is he who i speak of)
And all of Mama's guitar tings (I am dead in Seattle SIR PLEASEDFRWSASRSEAEW-)
boy division
"I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU SO FAR"
Scarecrow Rocals
" ~ TAKE A TRAIN OUTTA NEW ORLEANS AND THEY SHOT ME FULL OF EPHEDRINE ~ "
early sunsets over monroeville
When all the instruments cut out in the intro to This is How I Disappear and G screams "GO"
Also the unhinged spiraling vocals and instruments during the breakdown of Disappear
The Light Behind Your Eyes
"WAKE UUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPP" - Sleep outro
"I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING, I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE" (I spontaneously burst into tears when I first heard this as a depressed 13-year-old, i will never forget that day)
The "WOO" at the very end of Headfirst for Halos
The harmonizing fuckworthy rayrard(?) vocals during "You and I" in Headfirst for Halos (there's probably more but it's most noticeable there)
Aw sugar
Desert Song. Especially the first verse
Mad Gear being so fucking old and so fucking alone in Mastas of Ravenkroft
"The World Is Ugly, but you're beautiful to me"
Also the Vampires reference in the World Is Ugly at the very end
Kiss the Ring: "Fist up, head down, Hail! (Hail!) to the King!"
The weird-ass high-pitched pussy-loaded submissive and breedable squeaky moan in the Sharpest Lives
The "ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta" in Make Room!!!
"When both our CAAAAAAARRRRRSSSSSS COLLIDE"
Heaven Help Us
Planetary dance vibes
Welcome to the Black Parade breakdown bridge thing, and the climactic earth-shattering "I DON'T CARE WE'LL CARRY OONNN" that leveled new jersey
G dropping bars in Heaven Help Us (second verse)
The very rocals in the Ghost of You (Lotms version)
Also rocals "One, two, three, four!" In PP
The background "saaay goodbye"s in To the End
Also To the End funkiness
WE GOT A MEDICAL EMERGENCE MEDICAL EMERGENCY
That part in Tomorrow's Money where I misheard one part as "I fell in love with a vampire / 'M gunna throw you in the air fryer"
The complete incoherence of overlapping yelling and guitar noises before it all stopped with the last "Make Room!!!"
This list will only get longer and longer
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alackofghosts · 7 months
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wolbert week day 5 - loss
how i wish we could have been friends
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n3ongold3n · 10 days
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I wanted to draw sth completely different but my brain was like ''...what if... alkonost käärijä? It's perfect.''
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jtl-fics · 1 year
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Fluent Freshman - Part 23
PREVIOUS
There were a few reasons that Andrew and Neil could not get past reception to go see FF or get updates on his current condition.
The first reason was that visiting hours were long over by the time they had arrived a little after midnight.
The second reason was that hospitals, in general, don’t just give out information on their patients to any random person that walks in and asks for an update on their condition. They are ESPECIALLY hesitant to give out updates on patients when the people who are asking can’t give you anything other than a first name, general description, and the reason that the patient is in the hospital.
Somehow “Completely average looking guy with the last name Smith who was stabbed in the stomach” is not enough for the receptionist to go off of.
“There are multiple people here that fit that description. I would need at least a first and last name before I could even begin to start seeing if you were someone who we even could give updates to. No, I will not continue to play your fun little game of guess the first name.” She says when Andrew opens his mouth to start listing off names alphabetically again.
So now Andrew and Neil found themselves under the watchful eye of a security guard as they sat in the back corner of the front reception area.
“I can’t believe we still don’t know what Smith’s first name is.” Neil says his face is buried in his hands as he and Andrew sit in the uncomfortable chairs trying to figure out where to go from here.
“I think she knows exactly who we want to see.” Andrew scowls towards the receptionist who, long used to the ire of the public, pays him no mind. Andrew just refused to believe that there were that many brown haired, brown eyed, average height and weight guys who had suffered a stab wound to the stomach that would have been admitted in the last two hours.
“I just hope they actually are looking after him and that no one went and forgot about him in an hallway somewhere.” Neil says hands sliding up into his hair to grip.
“That wouldn’t happen.” Andrew dismisses despite knowing that Wymack had ABSOLUTELY forgotten FF at a stadium once during the period where FF had been low presence to keep his family from bothering him.
The U-turn he had pulled had definitely been illegal when FF called and asked where the bus was when they had been on the road for five minutes. Wymack had felt terrible about it but FF had just seemed relieved that the bus had come back for him.
Wymack.
Andrew pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number. Wymack, reliable as always, picks up on the fourth ring with the sound of cursing as he got the phone up to his ear. “What.” He asks and Andrew can hear the sounds of driving and Kevin’s infamously train-like snoring in the background.
“What’s Smith first name. You know it.” Andrew demands.
“Classified.” Wymack clips back immediately.
“I need to know it so that we can get updates.” Andrew hisses.
“He isn’t interested in people knowing it and you wouldn’t be able to get updates anyways.” Wymack dismisses.
“We want to be able to head back to see him.” Neil tries.
“Visiting hours are long over Josten. You know that I’m not settling that bet that you little fuckers have floating around about this.” Wymack responds back.
Andrew grits his teeth and then forces himself to relax his jaw, “It’s not about the bet.” Andrew shuts his eyes in irritation.
That stupid bet.
The betting culture within the Palmetto State Foxes Exy team that Reynold’s had cultivated held strong even after her graduation with the remaining Foxes. The Bet had started when one of the other freshmen had mentioned that it was funny that FF went around like Cher or Madonna. The realization that none of them knew FF’s first name was one that had them placing bets on a multitude of things. Things like: “Do you wanna bet it’s a super normal boring name?”, “Do you wanna bet that it’s a weird foreign name?”, and “Is FF intentionally not giving it out to people or since he goes by his last name normally he has no idea that anything is amiss?” Had lower pools since you were betting on a spectrum. The bet with the highest pool is: “What is FF’s first name”.
Wymack had categorically refused to answer it and all other attempts to discover FF’s first name had been met with frustration. There was a solemn agreement that no one could just go and outright ask him since that would ruin all of the fun. Andrew had agreed to not ask when the team had collectively filled his freezer with ice cream cake and he was a man of his word.
The general belief (after the revelation of his major and the number of languages FF spoke) was that FF’s name was just not easy to pronounce for English speakers.
Andrew hadn’t participated but he know that the Foxes do have a running list of names they know it’s not. (Greg, Will, Smith (again), Matt, Kevin, Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Nathaniel, Jack, Beyonce (Sheena’s drunken guess), Nicholas, John, Fred, Garfield, Frank, Alfred, Augustus, Adam, etc. (Andrew had been trying to guess with the receptionist for a while))
“You’re coming here aren’t you? We can get updates when you get them.” Neil says.
“He’s in emergency surgery right now and will remain there for the next few hours most likely. There’s not going to be any updates hopefully.” Wymack says with a sigh loud enough that they can hear it over Kevin’s snoring.
“Surgery? He needs surgery?” Neil asks sounding surprised s if FF hadn’t been stabbed to the hilt into his stomach with one of Andrew’s knives. He’s about to give Neil some shit for the question before remembering that if there was any person who would think that a stab wound to the stomach wouldn’t necessitate surgery it would be Neil “I’m Fine” Josten.
“Yes Josten, he needs surgery. They have to stitch up his stomach and the surgeons are also going to be dealing with some of the ulcers that were ruptured by the knife.” Wymack explains likely coming to the same conclusion that Andrew had on Neil’s stupid question. “They were a bit worried about him bleeding out but he stabilized before the surgery.” Wymack sighs.
“I’m going the hospital since I’m Smith’s medical proxy. If anything goes wrong with the surgery I want to be there so I can make an informed decision on his care.” Wymack says and… Andrew figured there’d be surgery but to hear it and the possibility that something could go wrong, that the last thing FF had said to him had been something non-sensical about “Gracie Hart wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. I’m Cheryl at best.”as he’d started succumbing to all the blood loss. “If you could stick around long enough for me to drop Kevin off with you I would appreciate it.” Wymack says.
“What if he needs a blood transfusion?” Andrew says.
“Smith is AB-, it’s the second easiest blood type to transfuse into. Go home Andrew.” Wymack repeats.
Andrew works his jaw irritated that there didn’t seem to be a path to getting his way.
“We’ll stay here until you get here.” Andrew agrees, “But you’ll get an update before we leave.” He adds.
Wymack sighs, “Fair enough.” He says before hanging up.
It’s 45 minutes of waiting and tossing a few more name possibilities at the receptionist who seems more amused than anything at their continued attempts to guess their friend’s first name (Neil goes through the entire list of names that he’s gone by and none of them get the thumbs up).
Wymack comes through the doors with a half awake Kevin Day following his steps. “I have another favor to ask you.” Wymack says instead of any form of greeting.
“I’m not going to leave Kevin in the car overnight again. It was just that one time.” Andrew says with a roll of his eyes and honestly he’d been punished enough listening to Kevin bitch, moan, and sneeze for the following week while talking about all the supplements he was taking.
“Not that,” Wymack pauses, “I have two favors to ask you. First don’t do that. Second, would you be able to pick up Smith’s grandma from the airport tomorrow?” He asks.
Andrew blinks.
“She’s coming here?” He asks.
“I updated her on my way here. She booked a flight and will be arriving around noon tomorrow.” Wymack says and Andrew doesn’t know why he’s confused by this. FF’s grandma got him two still warm pies to cheer him up on Thanksgiving.
He’d stabbed that woman’s grandson.
“I’ll pick her up.” He agrees.
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brittie-frog · 2 months
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Today was brilliant:
- Bagi giving up her day off to celebrate Em's 100 days
- their outfits - I imagine it's something that drunk Tina asked for in the admin chat about a little special outfit for her
- Bagi flying, the dragon wings and the comments from Tina about it
- the Hatsune Miku statue... crying
- museum!!! So much bagi/breakfast family and Demon Lore!!
- Tina finally getting on, also in a hanbok, and mentioning she hasn't been home and Bagi having a moment of realisation of what she'd left (reminiscent of when she remembered leaving the date ask when she day Tina)
- them lying about Em picking up the string first to make her feel better but she's already smart and also she has chat open so she definitely knows it's the book
- Pepito getting the ritual and Roier (Doied?) Wanting to do it too and instead coaxing Pepi to pick up the money because he only had 3 coins...
- the money shots in front of the atm with warp stones and diamonds - definitely the Pancake Mafia
- the lightning strikes and Tina leaving and Em still holding out on telling her but saying that if she just waits for Tina to talk she'll never - this is a detective she's definitely figured it out like she said
The only thing that could have made it better was if Tina was streaming so we could see the convos she had with Em when Bagi left and the panic on her face when Bagi just went to buy her the warp stone but understandable she was short on time so no real point
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kimbapisnotsushi · 3 days
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i think semi presents two very different sides of himself as a civil servant versus as a musician. i think the minute he clocks off he chucks off the uniform and slaps on eyeliner and hair product and pops in the piercings and shimmies into his stupid worn-down leather coat with the faux-fur trim over a faded tank top and ripped jeans and he laces up his boots and slides his guitar over his shoulders all bright-eyed and bright smile and whenever he passes by someone on the street they fall in love with him just a little
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oopsypoo · 1 month
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Tearsmith is bad in a guilty pleasure sort of way. I will never defend this shit. In fact you can catch me sitting with its haters but I did cringe constantly and keep watching like a masochist so…
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