New silly vtuber guy in the works

law and corazon, law and corazon, law and corazon, law and corazon, law and corazon, law and corazon, law and corazon, law and corazon, law and corazon, laW AND CORAZO- *gun shot*

You ever just cuddling ur bestie constantly, flirting with ur bestie constantly, holding hands with ur bestie constantly, kissing ur bestie on the cheek constantly, calling ur bestie ur wife constantly, laying ur head on ur bestie's lap constantly, telling ur bestie you love her constantly, talking about being roommates with ur bestie in the future constantly, telling ur bestie crap like "i'm yourssss" constantly..

but like totally platonically yeah? right??

To be anything was enough. To be anyone was enough. 

the growing-up itch by k.c cramm + evan “buck” buckley (9-1-1)

Productions of Hamlet where Hamlet downs Horatio’s poisoned wine himself, my beloved. Drinking the poison meant for your best friend to save their life must have felt so intimate…

I'M BEING VERY BRAVE AND NORMAL ABOUT THIS BTW!!!!!

pls recommend awesamponk fics or awesamdad fics that you enjoy,

that dont have an angst ending ;w;

help a friend out here

;w; thanks

💞🎀💞

so how we feeling depeche mode girlies and dudes

i'm sorry I don't know why but seeing you thirst in tags is genuinely so hilarious to me

look 😭 i watched black panther again today and m'baku popped up and, out of nowhere, i just went "ooohhh, he's hot." like, he was attractive before, but now i'm clutching bottles of water for dear life like... i need some fics plEASE 😭

You’re so pretty.

Also your butt is wonderful.

Also also your titties are great.

Also also also please can you lay your head in my lap while I play with your hair?

🥺🥺🥺

reading translations for the drama cds featuring the troupe. and screaming

person who's followed me from my very first blog to this you were there when i was trash ty for still being here when im just a little less trash

"Hush, now. I've got you." (oh how the turn tables, old skellybones ;P)

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 “𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮” 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 (with @winterfollows !)

Long, bony fingers are plucked with the utmost care from within their blood-soaked gloves-- once a pristine white-- the material catching stubbornly. Coat long since discarded, the sleeves no doubt ruined-- he stands rather despondently by the guest-room's bathroom sink, Haleir at his side. Determined for some reason or another to help in ridding him of the ghastly crimson that spattered most of his arms and upper body. A creature. A mindless abomination roamed the streets, causing chaos among the area and striking fear into its inhabitants. It could not be allowed to live and infect the city. So he killed it. It was.. perhaps a tad more difficult than he'd anticipated, and as such, he may have gotten a little frustrated by it. But in all fairness... in all his time, he had never encountered one of these. He did not know they exploded upon death. He does now. Had he the key components of doing so, surely he'd have retched when the half-digested blood of the creature's victims sprung from it's swollen belly and spattered his attire. Hot and rancid in feel, even upon his tar. And now he was here. Had it been that the other had already been at the shop, wondering where Artemis had been-- only to be shocked at the sight of the poor, reeking sap walking through the door? Perhaps so. But now... He takes Artemis' bare hand in his and sponges clean the stickiness from the bones and tar as gently as one would for a Living. And for a long moment as he stares down at their hands, he finds himself... confused. Why was he so gentle with a creature such as he? Yellow eyes languidly wander up to meet Hal's gaze in the mirror before glancing back down at the mess upon his button-up shirt; red and black alike soaked through the material. Audibly, he tuts; silently admonishing himself for ruining so much of his tailor's fine work. And when Hal looks at him, for the first time in.. perhaps a little too long, he speaks again. "Truly," he tries one more time, not nearly as convincing as he'd been the first couple tries. "you needn't... I can clean myself." A long pause, and he sighs quietly, eyes falling back to Hal's hands, pale as porcelain compared to his own. "You'll... dirty yourself with tar--" he tries, pushing once more, voice barely but a croak. "It's... difficult to wash off."

you know how to figure out if you like someone for your friend or not? find out what he says to his friends about her, not what he says to you or her about her.

hi i love Diluc and Kaeya

au where Diluc dies instead of Crepus and kaeya feels x10 worse than he did and pushes everyone away because that was his best friend and brother, but crepus is also grieving and tried to be there for kaeya. kaeya doesn’t get a vision bc there was no fight, but he tells crepus he was supposed to be a khaenrian spy. but crepus is a wise man who’s lived long enough to not hold rage and doesn’t get mad at kaeya. kaeya has a stronger bond w crepus and takes over the winery

or

au where diluc and kaeya had another major argument and words were thrown. “I wish you had died instead of father.” Kaeya is shocked and paused before replying, “you know what? I do too.” and left the room silently. Diluc is still raging and goes to do his dark knight stuff.

It’s morning and he had just finished putting a cicin mage in her place. He goes to the winery and expects that things are lively, but it is hushed. Adelinde tries to console him but Diluc is wondering why she’s doing that, “????”

“I know it’s a shock to… how shall I put this softly… i know you’ve been blaming yourself for kaeya’s death. It was sudden, but Diluc- it’s been years. It isn’t easy and it won’t be.” She massaged his shoulders when he sat on a chair. She sighed, thinking nothing is going through Diluc’s head. “You’re still young Young Master Diluc…Your father is waiting for you upstairs. He’s still worried about you.”