Small rant about Leviathan (Obey me)
I cannot fully express my undying love for that man. Like the first time I saw him I was like "I don't know about this one." Then after the first few interactions I just fell into a deep pit and I don't plan on digging myself out anytime soon.
He's just such a fun character. He cries if he has to leave the house, he can summon LOTAN a fucking monster! He is an avid anime and game lover and his favorite character is a cute pink demon slayer while being a demon himself (Don't you dare try to tell me his love for Ruri is romantic or creepy because it is NOT, she is his comfort character, the body pillow isn't even close to being inappropriate. I can go on but I may do so in a different late night rant.).
He has gotten himself and the other characters stuck in cursed video games on MULTIPLE occasions.
He has a tail! He sleeps in a bathtub! His best friend is a goldfish! He's a huge nerd! He keeps giving his brother money even though he never gets it back!
He's the love of my life your honor I think about him too much. I don't think about him enough. I THINK about HIM.
I wanna bite him, I wanna kiss him, I wanna bury him in my backyard like a dog barring bones. I want him to sit on my lap. I YEARN.
Sitting outside his room like a cat begging to be let in.
I demand more Leviathan centered in game content, I can't get enough. I always need more.
This got off track but I think you get it. I love him.
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Being in a relationship sucks when your body/weight keeps changing.
I know that 7 kg to or from is not the biggest difference to others, but explaining that it will go back and forth every few months like this for years to come, to a partner that found you attractive at one end of the scale (when you met) just sucks. Especially the weeks when i feel disgusting because of my weight and do not want to be ✨perceived✨
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random head canons i ramble about to my sibling at 2am pt 1
mp100 characters’ favorite ice cream flavors (I was talking about this for like an hour💀)
mob: strawberry
reigen: coffee
dimple: swirl 💀
ritsu: vanilla (but like the real vanilla bean kind)
shou: bday cake
serizawa: mint chocolate chip
teru: that one cherry ice cream with those heart chocolates in them from Publix (update: it’s called chocolate cherish passion)
tome: cookie dough
takenaka: cookies and cream
inukawa: peanut butter
onigawara: black cherry
musashi: raspberry (that kinda tastes like wine)
tsubomi: salted caramel
emi: moon mist
toichiro: dulce de leche with gold leaf on it
shimazaki: ice cream sandwich (it’s not chocolate or a cookie but a secret 3rd thing)
hatori: the tonight dough tm (ben and jerry’s ice cream)
minegishi: pistachio
sakurai: coconut
koyama: any ice cream that has an ungodly amount of sugar + every topping you’d see at a frozen yogurt shop
terada: zebra cakes
tsuhiya: rocky road
mukai: tutti frutti
mogami: licorice
minori: ube
joseph: moose tracks
hoshino: bubble gum
asachi: sour patch kids
rei: rainbow dipping dots
kaito: blue raspberry
daichi: watermelon
shinra: lime (for some reason…)
hoshida: cotton candy
roshuto: double chocolate brownie but in a parfait (he will not eat it if it’s not in a parfait)
body improvement club would love neapolitan (though some have their biases)
yamura: neapolitan strawberry
kumagawa: neapolitan vanilla
shimura: neapolitan chocolate
sagawa: all of them combined (he’d mix them all together)
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i have lived in my own home for 5 years. 500-750sqft, multiple rooms. all my shit and my responsibility, at the very least to some significant degree when living with roommates and partners.
i’ve already got rid of like 75% of the shit i own if i’m being conservative. i am moving into a bedroom that is 63sqft. there is only 30sqft with my bed in the room. the rest the the home is furnished and well stocked. as a result i’m bringing in a lot to a tiny room with the understanding that i’ll have to do my last bisl stretch of downsizing during this moving process.
my parents are completely crazed by the idea that i might bring more than a suitcase and a box or two. i cannot stress enough how completely fine and normal they will be about the amount of stuff once it is unpacked and organized. they have a habit of not being able to process how much is contained in a box and how much can be sorted reasonably into a room from a box. it has nothing to do with reality it is a skill issue.
so you can imagine the very specific shit show i am preparing for. fiancé is already prepped on the necessary white lies to continue to placate them with so that they do not blow a gasket over a completely acceptable volume of material possessions.
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