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undivineshepard · 3 months
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love ianthe cause she’s consistent, she never fails to make me go “what the fuck, ianthe” at least twice a book.
it’s gotten to the point where it’s now “what the fuck ianthe” (fondly)
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daydreamingmiller · 5 months
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PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER the last of us (2023-) | 1.01 ‘when you’re lost in the darkness’
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itsjustjelly · 20 days
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Posting this stupid tribute to JRWI Riptide I made when their hiatus first started, now to Tumblr to memorialize it (I originally posted it to Tiktok and the sound got copywritten 😞)
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eightyones · 4 months
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raiderlucy · 2 months
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Endless Gifs of Natalie Scatorccio (5/?) Yellowjackets • 1.05 Blood Hive
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brucelinas · 4 months
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The Ballad of Lucy Gray
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saetoshi · 5 months
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itoshi sae gets surprisingly lazy during off-season. he spends his time sleeping in or roaming around your apartment in his pajamas. (both with an untamable mop of bed hair and sleep-swollen eyes).
it’s the only time he gets to spend with you, he reasons.
you’d like to reason he ruined your sleeping schedule for it.
a soft yawn leaves your lips, your eyes heavy with sleep as you flip a pancake on the skillet. you frown, blinking away some of the drowsiness as you glance at the clock on the stove.
you try to stifle another yawn before placing the pancake on top of the small pile of the ones you’d cooked before.
there’s a small beat of silence before the pan sizzles again as you pour some of the last remains of the batter on it.
you tilt your head back, closing your eyes. another yawn leaves your lips when you hear the faint shuffle of sae’s slippers on the floor as he approaches the kitchen.
a small smile tugs at your lips, warmth blooming in your chest when you feel him rest his forehead on your shoulder.
“you’re up early,” you say, pressing the side of your head against his.
“it’s—” he pauses, squinting up at the stove clock, “—eleven a.m., that’s not early. it’s late.”
“you’ve been waking up past noon these last few days,” you point out, fondly rolling your eyes before flipping the pancake. you relax against him when he wraps his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
“you should’ve woken me up,” he sleepily whines, his words muffled by your skin.
you pat the back of his hand, a contemplative hum leaving your lips. “i don’t like interrupting your sleep,” you reply, gently thumbing his knuckles.
“i don’t need sleep—i need to watch last season’s matches,” he mutters, his voice slightly raspy, “‘s what i should’ve been doing all this time.”
“you should’ve woken me up,” he quietly adds. “you’re being a terrible influence by letting me stray from my routine.”
you softly scoff, adding the pancake to the small tower to your left. you pour the last bit of batter onto the pan, your body relaxing against sae’s chest as he clings to you.
“i’m not the one begging you to stay five more minutes in bed,” you quip, a soft chuckle leaving your lips when he squeezes you.
“whatever,” he mumbles, slightly easing his grip on you.
the soft sizzle of the pan fills the space between you. your thumb gently rubs the back of his hand as you flip the pancake.
“‘s cold,” he grumbles, his raspy voice breaking the comfortable silence. “i’m gonna go turn up the heater…” he trails off, pressing his lips against the back of your shoulder.
you wait for a second for him to move—he doesn’t. a few more seconds go by, sae not moving a single inch from his spot.
“sae?” you ask, your voice a whisper.
no response.
you gently nudge him. he sharply inhales, lifting his head up slightly to look at you with bleary eyes. “hm?”
you give him a warm smile, your eyes soft as you meet his gaze. “you should go back to bed,” you offer.
he hesitates before shaking his head, resting his head against your skin once more. “‘m fine right here,” he says, his grip on your waist tightening ever-so-slightly.
“you’re tired,” you retort, a sigh leaving your lips, “you should get more rest.”
“resting is all i’ve been doing,” he mutters, clicking his tongue. he moves his head to look at you, placing his chin on your shoulder as he frowns.
a few beats of silence go by before he sighs. sae presses a kiss to your shoulder, his eyes focusing on the small pile of pancakes you’d made.
“are we having those for dinner, too?” he asks, a yawn slipping past his lips.
you glance at the pancakes when you turn off the stove. “sure,” you reply, turning to look at him. “if that’s what you want.”
he nods, blinking a few more times to will the sleep away. he immediately embraces you when you’ve faced him, his body practically melting against yours.
he kisses your jaw, softly sniffling. you feel the corners of his lips quirk up into the hint of a smile when you rub his back.
“i’ll miss you,” he faintly whispers, his breath tickling the crook of your neck.
“i’m not going anywhere?” you reply, a hint of amusement in your voice. you chuckle when he nudges you with the tip of his nose.
“yeah, but i am,” he mumbles, a frown settling on his lips. “off-season ends in two days,” he adds, faint annoyance lacing his words.
“so?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder.
“‘m not gonna be around as often,” he reluctantly replies, his brows furrowing at the reminder.
you shrug in his hold, closing your eyes. “i know you’re coming back once the season’s done, anyway.”
he clicks his tongue. “so, you’re not going to miss me?”
“i’ll miss having someone who eats my food,”you chuckle, giving him a soft squeeze. “‘m gonna have to start eating all my pancakes by myself.”
a soft huff of laughter leaves his lips, his head lightly nudging yours. “that just means you’re going to have to make up for all that once i’ve got free time again.”
“yeah, whatever,” you mumble, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. so, stop worrying about all this and just have breakfast.”
sae faintly nods against you, a soft sniffle leaving his lips before he yawns again. “you’re joining me in bed after breakfast, right?”
you smile, giving him one more soft squeeze. “yeah.”
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touyalove · 25 days
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GUYS WAKE UP THE POPULARITY POLL DROPPED AND DABI IS ON THE 4TH PLACE!!!!
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taichouu · 4 months
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It occurred to me recently that Marik's first experience with listening to music must have been such an overwhelming moment. I wonder what kind of music he would like? I'm sure it's a lot of work to discover all the little freedoms and joys of humanity after missing out on it for your whole life.
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slvttyplum · 2 months
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Which jjk men is your fave??👀
SATORU GOJO. i love him so much. he’s smart, funny, silly, tall, rich, cares about his kids, he’s just so jehshsjdbeb. he got me into fanfic writing and i can’t be thankful enough, i love him so much and want to give him headpats and kisses. no one gets him like i do, like that is my man for life. this intense feeling i get whenever i look at him will never compare to a wedding or meeting the man of my dreams. i wake up thinking about him, i fall asleep thinking about him. i am slvttyplum BECAUSE of him, i always always so grateful for what my blue eye king has done for me time and time again. ugh i love him so much. if you guys haven’t noticed, i write about him most of the time because i can’t keep him off my mind. anywho.
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andydotjpg · 8 months
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can we agree that if medic tf2 was a person in like this day and age he'd be the kind of guy to flirt with his friends like
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look at this guy and tell me he's not gonna text all his friends "goodnight pookie bear i hope you have a good sleep, wish i was in bed with you kitten ;3" like cmon
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frogmittenss · 11 months
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FATHERHOOD.
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stormsandskies · 3 months
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Every once and a while I think about Jay and Ava and wonder what they were like when then were younger
were they super close? did they go on little adventures together? did ava braid jays hair? did they play dress up? did they give each other bad makeovers? was there fashion shows for their parents?
what was their girlhood like? was it happy? or was there an underlying note of sadness under all of it because someone was missing?
did their father taint the happy family memories?
or was he actively present and involved until their teens?
Did he come home from work and tuck them in?
Did he play dolls with them?
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backtochicago · 2 months
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[x] this edit will forever live in my heart <3
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sabh0 · 5 days
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God im so glad i like Dazai and that im completely normal about him
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kenyukisser · 7 months
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⤹ Was i wrong? 𝄞₊ ⊹
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˖ ִֶָ 𝄞 Part 1
6 years gone, and he’s not reaching. Maybe because NAGI SEISHIRO knows you’re not there for him anymore.
Yet, a part of him just wished you stayed, and waited— It was selfish, he was selfish.
The night was drawn loose, the sound of cocktails clinking together, the colorful lights that reflected on your skin, the same one that was casting a warm glow over the crowded space. As the night progressed, the music grew louder. Variety of old friends watching and sipping on their drinks, while others mingled and made conversation over the noise.
Nagi Seishiro…was pretty much, Nagi Seishiro. He wasn’t the type to attend reunion parties. Unless, Reo dragged him along. Such a hassle. He’d think to himself, poor guy just wanted his passport renewed. Why else would he come back to Japan?
His perspective changed, not the instant he saw you—but when he saw you. God, in that a dress that complimented your features. He wanted to hide forever, somewhere out of your sight. He knew he was out of your sight anyways. The way you entertained the other guests, you’d smile the same way you did around him. God, you’re frustrating and he’s frustrated… over his own mistakes.
And he didn’t know he was showing his frustration, not until Reo saw the frown tugging on the side of his lips, he knew he had to do something.
Grabbing Nagi by the arm, dragging him across the entire dance floor. Not to see any other girl, not to pick up any other sponsors. He knew Nagi wanted to see you.
And there he was, next to you. While Reo was nagging about God knows who to you. While you stood there, unacknowledging the white-haired egoist beside him. He’s not one for worship. But he’d worship the floor you stand on.
And when another girl catches Reo’s eye he’d make an excuse up to leave, nudging Nagi by his shoulder shoulder before he whispered under his breath.
“don’t mess this up.” And he knew he wouldn’t.
Nagi knew it wasn’t easy, an apology is never easy for him. It’s not like his games where he has dialogues he can choose from, and you’re magically back into his arms. He knew he had to work for it, and he did so.
“Hey.” The white-haired man spoke, before he fell silent— letting it linger in the air despite the crowded room and loud music. The world around the two of you seemed to volume down.”
“...hey.” You replied shortly after. You know you’ve moved on; it can’t be any more awkward than this. Yet, a part of you misses him and wishes he goes away before things get worst.
He wasn’t the type to express things verbally, how he missed you, or how he was practically on the verge of insanity and how your absence leaves a hole in his heart.
And it was an itching feeling, something he wanted to throw away when he was at the UK.
Eventually, he realized the obvious. Nagi Seishiro was in love with you.
“..sorry.” he managed to mumble out, and before you knew it. His eyes were on the ground, he avoided your gaze. He felt vulnerable, his eyes filled with longing. His eyes filled with the thrill of what he’s feeling for you.
Your eyes widened in surprise, did the foreign country actually teach him actual human decency? Where was the egoist you were friends with.
“’ts fine, it was a long time ago.” You left me, I hated you. You brushed it off with your signature smile, ‘y’r so so pretty.’ He’d think to himself, ‘Prettier than the day he left you.’
But he wouldn’t budge with your response, the smile didn’t put him at ease at all. “not okay.” He murmured, pulling you in for an awkwardly initiated hug.
Sorry for not saying anything, for ending on bad terms. Sorry for… The world wasn’t forgiving. You were what he called home, and he hasn’t been home for awhile.
His thoughts were cut shortly, with the muffled sobbing on his shoulder. He didn’t want you to cry, he’s missed you too much to see that right now.
“..was my apology that bad?”
“God, Seishiro you are so stupid.” You replied in a mock hurt tone, although there were tears falling down to your cheek, you couldn’t help but smile.
And it took him a while, a long while but he got his feelings out, ranging from why he didn’t tell you to his unplanned confession.
“I hope we can try again.” He suggested, voice laced with uncertainty. He’d always consider your feelings, It’s different from the egoist on the field. He’d love you right this time, he wanted to see you smile again.
“of course, we can.”  
Maybe Manshine’s genius needed his passport renewed some other time.
aide memoire; this was inspired by my ex sort of haha lowls, it's bad i know pls bare w me my assessments are coming soon. I hope u guys like it!! reqss r very much welcome anyways. i dont bite:3
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