#gst..

[chimielie]

nagi’s couch is your safe space.

he’s not the most emotionally intelligent guy and you’re a sensitive soul, so this is where he bundles you up and takes you when things go wrong. poor grade on a test? couch. missed your train? chips and chocolate on the couch (electrolytes, he insists as he holds a piece up to your mouth). dumped by the loser you were seeing? cry on the couch.

it’s been over a year since that incident, but you haven’t been very successful in dating since. no one really appeals to you that way.

“i’m gonna die alone.” you say blankly, staring at nagi’s 80 inch tv. there’s a simulation game on, passively filling the background while you whine to him about how miserable you are. normally, you try not to talk about love stuff to nagi because after you cried to him the last time the vibe got really weird and then he went and beat up the guy. reo’s lawyers were really good and he didn’t have to pay anything to boot, but you’d hate for him to have to wear a tie (his mortal enemy) to court again.

“i’ll climb in the grave,” he promises. “don’t worry.”

“it doesn’t mean anything after i’m dead,” you grouse. “nobody wants to hang out with me while i’m still alive.”

“i’m hanging out with you,” he looks down at you, sprawled in his lap, your head resting on his left thigh. you puff up your cheeks and he pokes them to watch you deflate slowly.

“you don’t want to, though,” you say. “you don’t want anything. unless it’s related to soccer. you once told me you’d eat only grey paste if it gave you the nutrients you needed to never cook again.”

nagi huffs a little sigh, one that tells you he’s thinking dreamily of grey paste. you scrunch up your face and sit up.

“i’m just holding you hostage because it’s too much of a pain to say no to me or make other friends,” you say sadly. “at least reo can get you to go out of the house.”

“there are other people out there,” his mouth twists like he’s eaten a lemon. “i don’t like it if they look at us.”

“please,” you laugh. “like the paparazzi would ever make that mistake.”

nagi puts a hand on your back and forces you forward. you realize too late as you try to squirm off the couch that he’s moved and put his legs on either side of you, one of them dangling off the side, the other under the cushions. he’s trapped you like a ball, you realize with some indignation.

you land with your face in his chest.

“what are you doing,” you say into his shirt, secretly not displeased.

“getting comfortable,” is his succinct reply. you plant your forehead on his sternum and breathe deeply for a moment, savoring his closeness. you’re always a little afraid of squishing him, so you like it when he maneuvers you like this, proves that he wants to be around you. “you’re holding me hostage.”

“i am not,” you protest. he puts his hand on the back of your head, prevents you from moving.

“you’re on top of me.” his tone is so matter-of-fact it makes you want to laugh. if nagi wanted to move out from under you, he would. he’s holding you here.

“i’m gonna die on this couch,” you revise your previous statement. “i’m gonna die unloved, squished by—”

“i love you,” nagi says. his voice is sonorous, deep; you can feel the bass reverberating from his bones.

“uh,” you say. “what?”

“i do want things that aren’t soccer because i love you,” he says it like he’s explained it a million times, a long-suffering tutor. “if you want to date me too, then you won’t have to worry about it.”

“oh,” you drop your forehead, trying to hide your smile. “okay. yay.”

[horrorsboyfrie]

Loser!Zandik being crushed on by Popular!Reader

(masc terms on reader+ it's the typical corny social butterfly × weirdo shit, queer edition, honestly + Zandik displays traits of autism + a little murderous♡)

Zandik, as per usual, was spending the night's time in the library. It was quiet, for the most part. While a lot of his fellow peers were focused on finding answers for their own satisfaction, even those who viewed their values and research to be above everyone else's had someone to keep them company; for that reason, they often chose to borrow the necessary books and study in their respective dorms, or the dorms of their friends. Some did indeed prefer the setup of the library's sections and desks, but even so, the peaceful atmosphere was not interrupted by them.

Zandik sat on a table at the very ends of the room. He had a pile of books to his right; some half opened, and others neatly stack on top of each other. He had his notebook and pens nearby, taking notes of anything he deemed crucial knowledge for his personal projects.

Not long had he been entangled in his theories when a specific group of students decided to make an appearance. They could be heard from miles away— and it just so happened that they chose to sit on a table to his right. Malicious intent, no doubt. These people tended to act as if Zandik was some foreign species to be studied; as if he was a sort of a subject that needed constant supervision.

Of any day to endure the constant speculations and disgusted or concerned expressions towards him, today was not the right one. Nothing too horrific had happened to him, not something that would matter to an average person, at least. It's just that he slept wrong, causing him to wake up with slight neck pain, which played a role in worsening his already short temper, which in turn made his sensory issues towards his clothes, especially his socks, far more insufferable than they had to be. He was one unexpected move away from having a meltdown.

Yet again, he managed to ignore the obnoxiously loud 《whispers》 that sprouted out of those filthy rat-filled mouths of theirs, as Zandik's already-overwhelmed mind decided to call them.

Unfortunately for him, the multiple different voices started chanting even more nonsense as you walked towards the table— he could see that you were dreading it. Was everyone so damn bothered by his existence? You were known to be such a sweetheart— contrast to majority of boys there— by those who've interacted with you, but to be fair, none had a reputation quite like Zandik's, so it's no wonder you resented him, as everyone else did.

"Why'd we have to sit here?" he heard you emphasize. He looked your way; he could see the grins on the faces of your friends, the way they seemed to be picking on someone, hushed whispers, mentioning his name time after time, as if he wasn't barely three chairs away. Gods, his patience was running thin.

"Can we just switch seats?" He listened as you practically begged your friend, who was sitting on the complete opposite end of the table. As much as he may have claimed (to himself, seeing as he had none to actually confide in) not be a man driven by emotion, his worse sensory days were tempt to be a catastrophe in every way possible. He left soon after he heard those mumbles; he was too sensitive for his own good, even if he dismissed that fragile soul of his with walls of anger and apathy.

Your friends seemed to notice before you, the fact that he was no longer in the room. All you got was endless teasing about how you've missed your chance or about the fact that you probably 《intimidated》 him. Bullshit, no? You sighed as the group split up again, each going ahead to do their own thing. The only true reason they decided to meet up here was to force you into talking to him. That did not quite work out, it seems.

You hurried to leave as well, when you noticed a small pen on the ground. That must be his; you always see him writing with that specific shade of blue. It's not like nobody else in the whole Akademiya owned the same one, but he was sitting on the table you found it under. You decided to hold on to it. Perhaps it would be an opportunity to finally have a conversation with the guy!

On your way back to the dorms, you noticed him nearing his own room. Maybe now's the time to return him his belongings— especially considering how he seemed to be searching his pockets. His face was indifferent when he realized he didn't have the pen on him, but his hands were trermbling; a hint of anxiety perhaps? One could only speculate. You decided to leave him on his own. He probably wasn't up for company or conversation anyway.

The following few days weren't quite like you expected. Usually, you'd manage to get at least a glance your way by him; laughing at stupid jokes, bumping into people or objects that you could have easily avoided, accidentally saying things a bit too loud. Nothing worked this time. It's as if he purposefully was avoiding you; a fact that got confirmed after you tried walking towards him. He saw you—he made sure you saw his look, he held it for a couple of seconds— and then he walked away. Fuck, there's no way this guy wants anything to do with you.

Weeks later, you had grown to forget ever owning that pen of his; actually, you started using it for yourself. If you can't give it back, then why not use it for yourself?

Zandik, despite trying his hardest to keep his stares away from you and your friends (and pretty much everyone else in that damned building), couldn't help but notice that his long-gone favorite pen is under your possession.

After the very last class of the day, he decided to give you a visit; your fate had been decided by him already. He's done what he's done in the Eleazar hospital and got away with it. It wouldn't be hard to add another body into the endless pile of disappearances; he knew how to keep suspicion off his shoulders.

Perhaps it was a bit too far. He was letting his rage get the better of him; but gods, he really hadn't felt at ease writing with anything else. "His death would make no logical sense to my goals," he sighed as he reminded himself. "What sort of researcher puts his emotions above his values?" He groaned— frustrated both at himself for considering such a solution to his problems, and at the situation itself.

Times like these, he'd go to his special place to sit and think; it was a big tree, near a lake. Children would often talk about their encounters with the Aranara there. At first, he only ever visited that place so he could find one creature and take it for himself, but he grew quite comfortable being there.

He grabbed the opportunity by its hand once he spotted you all alone; sitting with your back against that very same tree that he favored. As if you had a seventh sense, you turned around to see him. He wasn't quite prepared to be greeted with a smile. It caught him off guard; why were you, of all people, showing any form of sympathy for him?

"I was hoping you'd be here" you said, handing him the pen that he has been desperately trying to get a hold of again.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

tried my hand on stancest meta but tumblr ate up my draft that was a fullblown essay like the functioning app that it is, so i'm just going to post my twitter screenshots here lmao

[konigsblog]

I feel like König would have health anxiety, but not for himself, instead, for you.

Oh, you've been feeling quite poorly these past few days? He's already desperately booking a doctor's appointment. You've been throwing up and have a migraine? You're freaking him out, please! You feel like you're going to pass out? Well, you better sit down, because if you faint, so will König.

[pusangkambing]

Wait no im going insane

Birds being a symbol of freedom

Phil having already known that freedom. Phil from being able to soar freely before he was ever on the island and losing them as soon he step foot on it. The federation taking away his wings is them taking away his freedom

Jaiden, who we've only known now has had wings from the very start, but never using them and has always hid them. The fact that she has always had wings but has kept herself grounded this entire time and is still keeping herself that way, the federation saw no reason to take away the freedon she never even uses. But she's opening up, spreading her wings only now and proudly showing it to everyone

The Federation never took away Jaiden's wings because she ALREADY CAGES HERSELF. The Federation took away Phil's wings because that was the only way they could EVER CAGE HIM

[kujikawaiiart]

cozy I-no comm

[xmicrophonyx]

The stream didn't start yet so Im not late

[bunniehunn]

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[allthecanadianpolitics]

Prime Minister Mark Carney says his government will scrap the GST for first-time homebuyers who purchase a home with a sale price at or below $1 million. Carney promised the measure during his leadership campaign and it also matches a similar promise made by Conservative Leader Pierre Poilievre last fall. Carney made the announcement in Edmonton just three days before he is widely expected to call a federal election. Global News has confirmed that will happen on Sunday.

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[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

FUCK THAT STUPID FUCKIN CHORD ITS RUININ MY LIFE

[janaknandini-singh999]

400 paar (GST kaat ke)

[nando161mando]

Why are things expensive?

4 companies control 55% to 85% of the meat market.

4 airlines control 80% of air travel.

3 companies control 92% of the soda market.

3 companies control 73% of the cereal market.

Why don't I hear about it?

6 companies control 90% of the news.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

I might make some kinda Prinxiety RP blog or something at some point mainly because I'm bored and want a reason to force myself to draw more (I've been in a slump)

I have no idea how it would work yet (feel free to lmk if anyone has any ideas)

And also would you be more interested if it was something with canon or an au?

Made a post for this question now!

[dailyfigures]

Vladilena Milizé ; 86 -eightysix- ☆ Good Smile Company

[aussiepineapple1st]

Full art now posted on my Twitter