#pls dont explode

[shaken-veil]

Catharsis

[deffnotgabe]

sorry for spam liking all your posts bro

here is a stray cat that wandered into my apartment for compensation

No need 2 apologise ^_^

I was literally jumping with joy when I saw 30 notes (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

And also that kitty is soooo cute RAAAAHAHAH ^>⩊<^

[vanillalilyswiss]

BLOCK TALES TOMORROW !!!

IM SO EXCITED !!! MAY 31ST IS DEMO 4 WOOOOOO !!

thank you so much block tales discord yall are the best :’) even got the pin emoji and the “let him cook” reacts oh my godddd im so honored UWAAAAA

[fireplaceee009]

im going to jeff the kills you

some poorly done and edited school doodles ^^ (i know i messed up the hatchet. pretend you cant see it.)

[lizards0up]

i think sum wrong w my tv bruh 😭😭🙏🙏🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

[rinnstars]

soulmates!

matching puzzle pieces: mimicking you unconsciously away from home

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, drabble, pro!player rin (after nel arc), long distance relationship, yearning/longing, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated!

one thing rin has learnt whilst overseas is that you and him might really be connected by souls, by ribs, and by heart perhaps too.

strict routines he’s stuck to since he was just fourteen — wake up, open the windows, take deep breaths, stretching, yoga, mediation shifted in its own ways to accommodate you back when he had first gotten together with you: to waking up and looking at you with the light outside from the windows shining perfectly at your face that makes him gulp a little, staring hard and long whilst tracing your face as gently as possible, indulging in the sugary-sweet moment before returning back to his routine like a robot. its what he’s used to, what he’s comfortable enough, what he knows. and recently, he’s been mimicking you, he thinks: closing his eyes immediately at the bright light in his room the same way you bury your face in his face when you first wake up away from the “bright” lights in his room, drinking a cup of coffee that he swore he wouldn’t drink despite making it for you every morning like clockwork albeit with much less sugar than you would have added, and opening his phone the first thing he does right after it all the same way you open your phone and flash him essentially in his bedroom with your bright phone screen that illuminates the now matching photo of you and him beaming at the camera the day he left.

maybe its rin’s way of feeling your presence in his life now that its back to before he met you — just him and football, wearing a different but similarly stuffy and claustrophobic football jersey that marks his name at the back of it. bitter coffee that still smells like the kitchen that brings him back memories of you and him attempting to fix the coffee machine whilst laughing together, your smile imprinted in his mind, phone screen that still makes him unconsciously grin even though its been months since he’s left japan of that selfie with yours and his cheeks squished against each other, beaming at the camera as though it would be the last time right before he enters the gate to somewhere else that he wonders if you too look at it a little longer before you enter your phone, or hand sanitizer that smells exactly like the one you used to use, and gave to him whenever you two were out together that reminds him of home, reminds him of you.

and he’s sure his teammates dont miss the subtle changes to him. how his diet has changed strangely — desserts that fill his meal and sweets that he munches on in the dorm room that he used to buy from the convenience store for you to eat together in class and then in his room that tastes a little less sweet now that its not from your mouth to his, hotter food that you’ve made him grown used to in contrast to his old days eating leftovers and microwaveable meals from the fridge that still burns his tongue a little, sticking out his tongue as though he’s on field at the temperature even now the same way you do too, picking at his vegetable unconsciously the same way you do before pushing it onto his plate whilst smiling, each pickled vegetable even now resembling you in his mind as he pushes it around his plate. how he’s behaving all strangely too in contrast to the rin who they met just a few weeks ago at neo egoist league — how he’s more accustomed to laughing in the same tone you do, having to cup his mouth at the realisation, looking away awkwardly before being tackled by shidou (that broke out into half a fight), how he fiddles even more with his things than before as though they were your hands that he finds comfort in interlocking and fiddling with whilst lying right beside yours, how he looks a little longer at his phone screen that almost made shidou grab his phone (to his luck, he managed to dodge the attack and not get into a fight whilst in it: messaging you that as though expecting a praise). or even just the way he talks now — the tone and accent melting and merging into yours and his own mid sentence, your catchphrases popping out of his mouth unconsciously like bubblegum that draws strange looks (they dont understand it, he thinks), references to yours and by extension his favourite games and shows that flies by everyone else’s head that he misses your laugh that should ring along with his lame jokes.

and rin’s even more sure that the media doesnt miss how he’s changed from just that few weeks. how his closet doesn���t quite fit him right — sanrio and chikawa sweaters that are both a little too tight to have belonged to him and a little uncharacteristic for him to sport on his day out, silver necklaces that they just cant see the heart of, chalking it up to a new impulsive purchase despite him never wearing any in his winning match, silly keychains on the bag he brings out that catches the camera flash just right into the newspapers. how his last interview went even: seeming more nervous whilst attempting to make eye contact with the camera (knowing youre watching him live), stuttering a little too much whilst answering a question about romantic relationship, how his glued up paper ring catches the whole internet. how his internet presence (without PR) reflects something the internet wants to dig a little more — from his instagram stories about another game win whether that be on valorant or league of legends with a duo with a censored tag (of yours), screenshots of movies and shows he’s watching with the side of facetime featuring your face censored with colour brushes from the tools section, outfit pictures that are first vetted by you and then posted with a uncharacteristically cute water bottle you bought for him as a joke that he still uses to this very day.

its now that he can’t be fully with you that rin wonders if he’s taken advantage of all these years you’ve been there for him, each memory haunts him through his own unconscious movements, speech and thoughts: as though you’ve fully melted yourself on him, your soul and his intertwined and ribs replacing each others: becoming one another. missing, longing is not a strong enough word for it all — heartache when he lies in his bed all alone yearning for your warmth hands that lingers on his body, cuddling him at night that makes him dream of days long after his career in a small apartment all decorated by whatever you want living a life with just you and him, that tightening of his heart whenever he sees you in his everyday life: those red roses that he used to buy from the school shop, any song form the playlist you and him collated that he plays everyday, every second he can, things you’ve bought for him that he’s brought along this practically eons long trip to france, the dryness in his mouth when he looks at your face through facetime: noting every single changes from the way your fringe has gotten longer, to the small leftover seaweed bites form the corner of your mouth, wondering how you were just so perfect in his eyes. its not human he feels: this hunger and craving he feels deep in his ribs, in his guts, in his very bone and blood, every second he counts, every day he strikes off from his calendar, every football match he wins just for a chance for you and him to reunite.

and this time, he’s sure of one thing, no matter what his PR agency thinks, no matter what fans thinks, no matter what the world thinks: rin wants to kiss you, melting his lips against yours as he holds up the winning world cup trophy, in front of the whole field, in front of the whole audience, in front of the whole world — because if there’s anything he knows now is that you and him are one matching puzzle piece, you and him are one soul merged together dictated by the universe, you and him are meant to be: and he’ll love you for the rest of eternity.

[xwilltruman]

i have decided to indulge myself and invite you to view: robby and walsh as besties, DMs

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[caligvlasaqvarivm]

hal should become a real boy and also a rabbit (prototyped with the piece of the bunny in lil seb) and also a sylph of mind send tweet

[random-lil-illing]

tfw when youre hyperfixated on a set of twins that arent actually twins

(am i the only one that thinks these two lowkey give rise donnie and leo vibes?)

[angelyuji]

drinking with papa!

this one i wrote in like 30 minutes lmao inspiration flowed through me i felt like a prophet i am wiritng the words given to me by god... pause idk if god's into fauxcest... i mean he has to be since he made me like this and we're all made in god's image so maybe he is into it.... i think im losing my mind (also trying out scheduled posts to see if it works isnt technology insane, im so glad i was born in this era like i cant imagine being anywhere else in time)

stepdad!logan howlett x reader

minors dni!!! 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tw // yandere, drinking, pervert logan, pervert stepdad, abuse of power, forced intoxication

you stumble in through the window, trying to land on the soft carpet to muffle the sound. "where have you been?" you freeze, eyes snapping to your step-father lounging on his recliner. he sips on his beer as he takes in your attire. you don't respond, pretending to freeze. "you think that i won't see you if you don't move?" he quirks an eyebrow at your stance. you sigh, carefully taking your shoes off.

"is my mom asleep?" you whisper.

"don't you think there's something else you should be saying, sweetheart?" logan takes a sip, his eyes raking your body. you roll your eyes, ignoring his words. you try to walk past him, but his words give you pause, "i don't like being ignored, (y/n). get over here. now." you grit your teeth and walk over to him, standing in front of the gruff man. his hand comes up to grip your thigh, you try to back up, but he glares. you clench your fists and stay in place. "if you didn't want something like this to happen, baby, you shouldn't have dressed like a whore." your eyes widen.

"i'm not a whore. everyone wears stuff like this." you cross your arms, you try to leave, but his hand moves up to squeeze your butt. you yelp and try to back up, but he pulls. you stumble, landing face first in his chest. logan manuevers you into his lap. you struggle, but his firm grip around your waist keeps you trapped.

"you ain't everyone, sweetheart. you're mine." he growls. you feel him sniff your hair, "you drank too? wow... i'm so disappointed, baby." you try to defend yourself, but his beer presses against your lips. you move your face, but logan grips your jaw to face him. "you'll drink with strangers, but you won't drink with me?" you shake your head. logan's grip tightens, "this is your punishment, (y/n). either you drink what i give you or i force it down your throat." he growls, pressing the bottle to your lips. you feel your breath get stuck in your throat as you open your mouth. the liquor flows quickly, you try to drink fast, but the alcohol overflows out of your mouth. it drips down the sides of your mouth onto your top and logan tips the beer further, making more spill down your front. you choke, spitting out the beer, and heave as air fills your lungs. he laughs, deep and cruel. before you could react, something wet presses against you. you freeze as logan drags his tongue up your neck to your mouth. you shove yourself off him.

"you're sick." your words come out hoarse and you feel your skin crawl, remembering the feel of his tongue against your skin.

"don't sneak out again, sweetheart." he smirks as you tremble. you stumble away, trying to put distance between yourself and your mother's husband. he chuckles as you "next time, it won't be a beer you're forced to drink."

[tarttd07]

quick doodle

[gunsatthaphan]

"I now have the courage to do things I never thought I'd do."

[deffnotgabe]

Urghhhugugh !! Salivating at the mouth, ur theme is so so cute omg !! Is that a creepypasta refrence with the circle things or am I reading in too much ?? ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

AAAAAAAAAWHJDJDHSUSIJDJEJSIDUSI TYYYYYYY ( ≧ᗜ≦) and yes, it is a reference to creepypasta (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

[arkaniske]

ok and what if i DID write a little Jayvik one shot based of Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious by The Amazing Devil!!!!! What then!!!! what if its just a cute lil thing!!!!! i just want them to bond over dnd maybe!!!!

[benevadeca]

LBH / SJ as parallels makes me crazy bc on one hand there's the themes of personal responsibility and the hard work necessary for taking agency for your choices and them being what shapes the kind of life that is reachable but on the other SJ was literally replaceable by the narrative and even when he did sporadically try to be Good it always blew up on him / never knew anything else and so was unable to be anything else.

VS LBH was not / protagonist halo / literal bloodline superiority / did at least know love which is what made him able to transcend the world by knowing the abuse he faced was something wrong and not something natural. Anyway

[sakura-no-eclair]

guys am i mean person? i was playing genshin and the enemies hit lyney back to back and i laughed am i mean for that