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redrew one of the haruhi scenes from ep 1.. I THINK IT TURNED OUT GOOD!!! wish they kept her glasses lowkey 💔💔

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bf so strong.....

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you’re sprawled across the couch, blanket half-draped over your legs, phone in one hand and a mug of something too sweet in the other. nanami’s sitting at the edge of the couch, knees spread apart, reading something on his tablet, but you can tell his attention isn’t fully on it. it never is, not when you’re around.

“hey,” you murmur, voice soft and lazy, “look at me.”

nanami glances up, brow slightly raised, but the corner of his mouth quirks anyway. he doesn’t need words. you shift, curling a little closer so your shoulder nudges his side. it’s subtle, but you know him well enough — he feels it.

“hm?” he hums, finally closing the tablet and letting it rest against his thighs.

you grin, a little mischievous, a little needy. “i think you’re not giving me enough attention.”

he sighs, dramatic, but warm. “that’s… quite the accusation.” his hand comes up to rest lightly on your shoulder, thumb brushing over your collarbone. “i suppose it’s my duty to correct that.”

and suddenly, correction feels like a luxury. he leans down, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to your temple. you hum in approval, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him closer. he doesn’t protest, he never does, not when you insist like this, not when your fingers tangle in his hair.

“see?” you murmur against the side of his jaw, voice thick with contentment. “you’re supposed to be mine right now.”

nanami’s hand slides from your shoulder to your side, holding you in place without effort. “yes, yes i am,” he says, voice low, teasing, but there’s no mistaking the warmth behind it. “and it’s exhausting, having to endure this.”

you giggle, pressing your face against his chest. “oh, the sacrifices you make for me,” you tease.

“terrible,” he murmurs, letting his nose nuzzle the top of your head. “all of it… but i’ll survive.”

you tilt your head up, looking at him with a lazy, affectionate smile. “you don’t have to just survive, nanami. you get to enjoy it too.”

and he does, he always does. the way he hums against your hair, the slight squeeze of your waist, the gentle peck to your temple— he lives for this, for the way you drape yourself over him, the way you need him, the way he’s allowed to be the object of all your affections.

“you’re ridiculous, my love,” he murmurs finally, brushing a hand down your arm.

“i know,” you sigh happily, “and you love it.”

nanami smirks, though it’s soft, unguarded. “the absolute worst part.” he admits, leaning down for another kiss, this one slow, warm, and impossible to resist.

you sigh against him, melting, and he lets you. because he lives for this. he loves it. he’s yours, utterly and completely, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

and maybe, just maybe, he’ll let you smother him with kisses again in five minutes. because he is nothing if not dutiful.

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"kentooooooo!" he glanced up from his paperwork. "yes, sweetheart?" "guess what." he sighed, putting his pen down, already knowing what was coming. "what?" "shoko's cat had kittens. she can't take care of all of them so she's giving some away." silence. "you know...this would be the perfect opportunity to get a cat!" as you continued to ramble about your love for cats, kento ran through the reality of it: the vet visits, the daily care, the mess, the cost. he knew how badly you wanted one. you hadn't stopped dropping hints since you two moved in together last month. after thinking it through, he decided, why not? he rarely said no to you anyway. "alright." "what?" "we can get a cat." you throw your arms around your boyfriend, hugging him tightly. "thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! you won't regret it." as you run off to tell shoko the good news, nanami reaches for his phone to call the pharmacy. looks like he'll be needing allergy meds.

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everyone i just finished “the invisible life of addie larue” what am i supposed to do with my life now

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akane cant die where else will i get reaction images like these

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hi I drew terukane

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maka the aura farmer

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so uh... was it push or pull

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Can’t get them out my head,

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Yamato Kurosawa i hate you, do not let me catch you outside

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SATORU AS YOUR BOY BSF - S.GOJO

suggestive, crack, ts don't make sense, lots of references that only chronologically online ppl will get

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau @laslowchan @ethxrxxlity @elegantmakercoffee

A/n: real, no filter, actual, 3d hd 4k messages that happen between me and @desvyn (i effing hate that freak) also, ik gojo isnt 22, this is supposed to be late-ish college time

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tempted to rewatch or reread soul eater again, but instead of doing that i drew stein

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you always wondered what it’d be like to see nanami completely drunk. not tipsy. not that polite one-glass blush he gets after a long dinner. not the loose-tie loosened-smile version of him.

you wanted to see him drunk.

so one slow, rainy saturday, curled up in your apartment with nothing to do and a few bottles of sake on the kitchen counter, you propose it. “let’s get drunk.”

nanami raises an eyebrow. “why?”

“because i want to see you wasted,” you grin, crawling into his lap like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world. “i wanna know if you cry. or sing. or if you finally admit you like those trashy dating shows i watch.”

he groans, but you feel the low rumble of it in his chest, the amusement under his breath. “you’re insufferable.”

“and you’re avoiding the question.”

he sighs like you’re the biggest burden in the world—but an hour later he’s sitting on the floor with you, sleeves rolled up, cheeks already pink from the second round of drinks, and muttering something about how he’s too old for this.

“i can still work tomorrow,” he slurs his words a little. “can still do long division. give me a pen. i’ll prove it.”

you laugh so hard you snort. “no one’s asking you to do math, kenny.”

“good,” he mutters, blinking slowly. “fuck math.”

two more drinks in and he’s properly drunk. soft, golden skin flushed all the way down his neck, glasses abandoned on the floor, and his head lolling onto your shoulder like it’s the only place in the world it belongs.

he’s clingier when he’s drunk—in a sweet, sleepy, murmuring-into-your-neck way. every few minutes he whispers something completely incoherent and kisses your jaw.

“you smell nice,” he mumbles. “smell like home.”

your heart does a little twist.

he nuzzles into your collarbone like a cat and sighs again. “you’re gonna marry me one day, right?”

you freeze.

you’re not sure he even realizes what he said. he just keeps rubbing lazy circles into your arm with his thumb, blinking slowly like he’s fighting sleep.

you finally whisper, “yeah. if you ask me.”

he lifts his head. squints at you. like he’s trying to focus through the alcohol.

then he grins.

and oh god, it’s such a boyish grin—uneven and almost smug, like he’s just won a bet you didn’t know you were making.

“good,” he whispers. “was gonna ask you tomorrow.”

your breath catches in your throat. “you were?”

he nods, then rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. “but now you said yes first. i’m lucky.” he murmurs.

he’s asleep before you can even process it.

passed out in your lap, still holding your hand.

and you just sit there in the dim glow of the tv, sake forgotten, stroking his hair with your heart about to burst.

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I may be a little delusional BUT, in the parenthesis chapter, the second one, where Thorn is in the worng side, he basically brings back Victoria - from what i’ve understood, it was 2 AM and everything was getting complicated. A couple of chapters later, when Ophelie comes back, and her family finds her, Berenilde is also there with Victoria, who in that moment basically “comes back to life”, since as they said she wouldn’t even eat or react for weeks at that point. So what im trying to say is, am I delusional if I say that both Thorn and Ophelie were in the same place at the same time, just in two different planes of existence and therefore couldn’t perceive each other?

I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of days nonstop, and it may or may not be making everything worse and more painful but hey! that’s what we do here.

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My favourite time of year is when I finally finish a book series and get to add the tag to my list so I can finally see everyone else feeling all the feelings