Two cuties🫵

i love characters with an innate ability to just fucking survive

bestie you should be dead but you arent fucking how

Misa <3333

For Want Of A Nail, a fanfiction written by @regeek, beta-ed by @skiewrites and illustrated by me during @hidebigbang 2018, more art here :))

a kickass protagonists team juST LIEK US MY GUYS! SKIE BRENNAN IT WAS SO COOL WORKING WITH YOU YOURE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOUU :DD

also a HUGE THANK YOU to the big bang mods who are basically the kindest and most patient people ever <3 <3 <3

(chanting) misa misa misa misa misa

oh, God, who is that?🫣

You can’t even eat people anymore. because of woke.

therapists saying you're surprisingly self aware is like being called a pleasure to have in class for adults

I understand the "I will die for you" ship dynamic, but what about the "I will not let you die, I will not let myself die- we will, at any cost, survive" kind of couple?

nice personality disorder did your mom give it to you

clocking in for another day at the i dont wanna factory

ahhhh the inevitable chapter where everything has to fall apart...it's for the plot dw 🙏 (<- author was going through it when they wrote this chapter)

Dancing With a Stranger | Itafushi | M/M | College/Dancers AU | 6/15 | 3.1k words | read from beginning

Chapter Warnings: Angst, poor Megumi is really stressed, Swearing

Megumi finally arrived in the right studio, frustrated and on the verge of tears, stress and exhaustion weighing him down. His bad ankle, the one he injured when he was 12, throbbed. He would take care of that later.  “I’m really sorry,” he panted. “I was just here too, fuck-” “It’s okay, Fushiguro.” Megumi collapsed on the ground next to Itadori. He knew he was making a puddle on the floor, but he didn’t care. Itadori looked down at him, concern evident on his face. Megumi closed his eyes, feeling a tightness growing in his throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried, but it wasn’t going to be in front of Itadori.“Are you okay? We can meet some other time, if you’d prefer.” “I’m fine. Just tired.”

the 5 love languages: song recommendations, parallel play, talking about The Character, offering to kill each other’s parents, gifting little trinkets