Nct Dream as texts I’ve gotten!

Mark:

Renjun:

Jeno:

Haechan:

Jaemin:

Chenle:

Jisung:

why don't i ever drop lore anymore wtf lmao

I, Meng Shaofei, am not afraid of getting sued by you again. If you don't come clean about what happened four years ago, I vow I'll continue to watch your every move.

HISTORY 3: TRAPPED

for my tmnt crossover cute au <3333 happy ending :33333

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Oscar: Did you seriously just throw up on my shoes..? Courtney: What is that? Oscar: Fish pie? Courtney: Did you make it with rotten fish? Oscar: Excuse me-… Robin: Who threw up? Courtney: Me, honey-.. it’s fine, I’ll clean it up. Robin: Can I eat it? Oscar: Wha-.. oh, the pie! Sure. [Courtney shot Oscar a look of disgust, half tempted to throw up on him again] Oscar: What? The kid eats anything, remember when Lou-… Courtney: Alright. Oscar: Are you okay, are you sick..? Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: Maybe-.. tell that to the rug, and my shoes. [Courtney grimaced apologetically] Courtney: Sorry, I’ll-… Oscar: It’s fine, go lay down or something. … Oscar wasn’t particularly phased by vomit; he was used to being thrown up on by now-.. hell, he’d covered himself more times than he could count in the past. Shaking the unpleasant memories away, he dragged his thoughts to the present. It hadn’t occurred to him until now that Courtney might be pregnant, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense; she’d been ill a few times recently, and tired. She’d figured it was just “that time of year” or blamed it on the fact that Robin had started school and decided to share his germs, but no one else had gotten sick yet. On the one hand it was a relief she wasn’t obsessed enough to notice this time around, on the other, he worried she might feel overwhelmed by the news, or that she might be in denial. Impatient to get more done around the house, he’d spent most of his free time working as of late, though he tried to help out as much as he could; Robin threw a fit every morning before school and she’d just managed to start weaning Wren and Byrd, who were admittedly a handful more often than not. They definitely had a lot on their proverbial plates… Still, whatever her reaction might be, he couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of having another child. Failing to notice Lou’s head buried in his “disgusting” fish pie, Oscar flung water everywhere as he shook his hands, used his jeans in lieu of a tea towel and hastily headed upstairs with a grin. … Oscar: What’re you doing in here? Courtney: Thinking about how much we still need to do. [Oscar scoffed, waving a hand, it’d get done eventually; besides, he wasn’t too interested in the house right now] Oscar: I think someone might be pregnant. Courtney: Can it be you this time? [Oscar chuckled, shaking his head] Oscar: ‘fraid not-.. when was the last time you took your pill? Courtney: Yesterday-.. no, today. Oscar: Hmm. Courtney: Maybe we should-… [Courtney trailed off as Oscar gleefully finished her sentence] Oscar: Get a test? On it!

kuroshitsuji is back O(∩_∩)O heres a lil alois doodle

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happy birthday my babygirl you were gone too soon 💔

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Post my scratchy doodles from last night bc they make me laugh.

-carriage on fire sinking into a bog offscreen or something idk-

pressure.

The moments that Ghost cherishes most with Soap are surprisingly not the more carnal ones — like when he has the Scot all soft and pliant beneath him, begging for his cock already — nor the more tactical ones in field — like when he watches Johnny’s six through the eye of his scope as he makes quick work of their target using one of his knives — but rather the more intimate moments that follow after he’s made Soap cry out his name until his voice is hoarse as he spasms beneath him.

The intimate moments when Soap is all loose-limbed and breathless, his too-long mohawk tickling the tip of Ghost’s nose as the smaller man presses a stubbled cheek to his chest and lets out a hum of contentment. The intimate moments when all that’s heard in the room is the sound of Soap’s labored breathing that eventually turns into light snores. The intimate moments when he feels human again and he’s Simon Riley — not Ghost — and Johnny’s hand is loosely intertwined with his.

me, watching the baby fizz episodes for the first time: yknow i wonder if they'll ever explain why fizz's horns are Like That - obviously they're big to remind you of his place as cash's golden child, but we've never seen alternating stripes before and considering horns are a sex marker for imps-

me, upon detail-oriented rewatch:

o h

Could this be the prophecy Nell has foreseen?

While we’re on the subject of hurt/no comfort hanahaki:

Keigo getting chronic hanahaki. It’s not necessarily lethal, it’s more like a disability or chronic illness where there are good days and bad. He refuses to confess because he doesn’t have time for a relationship nor does he want to put you in the line of fire (both of villains and of the general public) by starting a relationship with you. Plus you’re his only real best friend and he doesn’t want to jeopardize that either by you not returning the feelings or entering a relationship only for it to go sour.

At the same time, he knows the HPSC absolutely cannot find out about it. They’d flip if they knew he had any kind of chronic condition and they’d also never approve of him getting into a relationship which would leave only one solution in their mind. The same solution that is Keigo’s worst nightmare.

So he’s as careful as he can be about hiding his condition. But there’s only so much he can do for so long…

It’s a bad day. One of those days where he coughs up whole flowers instead of just petals and they come up tinged with red. He’s struck by a coughing fit mid-meeting with the HPSC President and no matter how hard he tries to suppress it and ignore the bitter perfume taste collecting on the back of his tongue, eventually his body has to let instincts take over and let the coughs spill out. By the time he’s done there’s a small, bloody garden on the table and a cold look in the president’s eyes.

The guards catch him while he’s still vulnerable from the coughing fit and make sure he can’t get away.

Not even a week later Keigo wakes up in a hospital bed, chained to it by quirk suppressing hand cuffs as they were the only way of ensuring they’d be able to tranquilize him and keep him still for the surgery.

He wakes up and he still has the memories of you. He still remembers the first time you two met, the first time he made you laugh, the first time he opened up to you, and the first time he realized he was in love.

But now when he examines those memories there’s no actual emotions associated with them. Where his love for you used to warm his heart there is now only a cold, numb indifference that can’t be shaken or removed.

Keigo doesn’t love you anymore.

He can’t love you anymore.

And it’s the loneliest he’s ever felt

This is them.

Also a doodle of the man himself because I would feel bad drawing characters other than him for his birthday:

baby blue all for you