Ghost - Chapter 13: The Beach Life

wish house was a real doctor so i could be his mystery insomniac patient and after giving me horse tranquilizers and still not falling asleep he just hits me in the head with his cane and im out like a light

Been reading some ff7 stuff and it's mostly sephiroth based and like... It's so funny seeing people write his thigh length hair, they never get it right.

'he wrapped his hair in a towel on his head-' I appreciate the thought but I can promise you that that hair is coming out the end of the towel and still dripping cold water down his spine despite having been wrung out five times.

'leaving it to dry -' babe it'll be still sopping in six hours and it's incredibly heavy when wet. I don't care how sleek his hair is it's going to frizz if he steps one foot outside in that condition.

'Haha the bottle of shampoo and conditioner every time rumour isn't true-' the shampoo, no, but the conditioner? You'd be surprised!! Not to mention whatever hair oils he uses to prevent all that loose hair matting in seconds!

'he quickly dried his hair-' no.

your room was square

i once noticed from there

in your bed, as you slept

and i held my breath

everything had its own place

and i wondered what space would i take

in the order you kept

Finally made a Parapluesch OC, introducing Mama Oz ♥ (Patreon)

Your Eyes The Door To Hell And All Within - Chapter Three (now complete)

“What is it?” his voice slightly hoarse.

She had to take a moment to realise what he was asking. 

You’re making me do insane things, James. I might be in love with you. I can’t do anything about it.

She couldn’t tell him that, not yet.

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The way that the sun hits leaves and clouds. I feel like I could watch the colors change forever. If I could slow down for that long.

it genuinely sucks so much how it feels like there's not a single place to safely post art anymore. it feels like any safe website just eventually veers into being in talks with things like midjourney or just allowing ai art on the site in general. i really don't want to start all over on a new website that i don't even know will stay up for that long

EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME??

They're so tender I can't even

(source: EJ's Instagram story 28/06/2022)

Just had the idea of doing a Roxy askblog that's based on it being a secret blog she's not allowed to have and every so often if someone asks her something she just says stuff like "To the Fazspy reading this, I'm not the real Roxy." to try and throw the staff off her trail lmao

Will probably never make a blog like that, but it could be kinda funny. Maybe I bring the idea of an 'ask Roxy anything' game back where I draw the answers for it instead so it's not a whole ass blog dedicated to Roxy being a sneaky lil shit on the internet

Laying here crying about the Book of Ruth having a very normal night

time to put your loyalties to the test

just thinking about how we're all watching our own lives happen through our limited senses meaning that we can only come to understand the world around us through the finite frame of what we choose to spend our time absorbing and the way in which our body perceives and contextualizes it, and we can never truly know the people around us because we cannot possibly know them exactly as they know themselves or as they strive to be known, and yet we also will never see ourselves the way the world sees us and so in a way do we ever understand the full truth of anything?

everything always peaks me. then im on the other side, see so much hostility, just as bad as what peaked me, and its like nvm. damn. oscillation at its finest.....

continued thread with @ofdetonation ( moving to beta editor )

Change. If there was a word to describe the last year, that'd be change. With All Might's retirement, society as a whole was introduced to a new era. Heroes and citizens alike, would come to face a reality different from what they've known their entire lives. Yet for Shoto, change had a more drastic meaning. Change within himself, the way he perceived the world. Years of stagnation, of succumbing to trauma, of open wounds rotting and poisoning him, brought him to the starting line of years he needed to catch up, of discovering who he wanted to become. Change who he was, for severed bonds to heal, for his heart to find peace. Change his life, the life of his loved ones, and those who needed him, for this being the essence of being a hero.

An air of change Katsuki carried as well, invisible to him so far.

A mystery the blond was, and so were his intentions. Shoto was naturally curious, but rarely impatient. The importance this matter seemed to hold, the lack of clues, the urgency. Bakugo's feelings lingered in the air, affecting Shoto as well, as he led the way to his dorm room. Come to think of it, was it the first time the other would pay a visit? Opening the door, Shoto walked in. He knelt to take seat on the tatami floor, gesturing for him to join him if he wished. “ What is it, you wanted to tell me? ” Was it concerning their studies ? Their common struggle of catching up to the rest of their classmates?

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LMAOOO sjfkskfkdkd I mean..