#quick blog

[littledeathh]

My hobbies are gore porn, murder and gardening.

Freeroam house bunny, don't use pesticides, never had a hutch, I'm well educated. He has his own room.

[bonehearts]

if you come around, i think you'd want something

[samgiddings]

@staff @support @engineering @music @books

Have you ever considered this is a really stupid layout to have when there’s no way to easily get your account back if you accidentally hit the wrong button???

[suiheisen]

“if you could pick up another language, what would it be?”

“i’d go russian. i’d love to know what geno says or has said over the years… i’d love to know 🥰 i just want to know (giggles) 🥰”

[cherry-mash]

sanji in every universe shall have the pottiest of potty mouths, now with the added bonus of 4x combo-ing

first / prev / next

[ask-trialtale]

don’t look now. theres a ten year old ghost child judging ur life choices.

[courtmartialme]

alright man we get it

[nenoname]

"There's gotta be a way out of this!" "I gotta do it." "What?! Don't do this! Are you crazy?" "Trust me." "What?" "Just this once. Trust me!"

(+ an echo from the pilot and awkward sibling hugs)

[unstoppable-ratlord]

Idk I had an idea

I've always wanted to try out doing something playing card style

Also these are probably my favourite photoshoot looks of his

[phinena]

Me:

Watching shifttokers come to shiftblr and bringing their nonsense discourse here, as someone who doesn’t GAF about what other people do in their own realities

Pssstt- have you ever stopped to think that, maybe the reason why you haven’t shifted to your DR is because you’re way too focused on putting rules and limits on others and yourselves, to even be able to shift

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hey can you guys watch them for a second

[vamp-princess]

Finally fucking shifted

[howtodigatrench]

same kind of guy (cat)

[untoldstar]

yandere x yandere reader except it gets weird when you discover he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him

You spend so much time watching him from the sidelines. Close but not too close. Just enough to hear him laughing with his friends. Enough to get a whiff of his shampoo and conditioner.

Enough to get you through the day.

You follow him home. Snap pictures of him while he changes. Wait until the lights go off then quietly make your way back home. You never noticed him smiling as he slips his shirt off or how his curtains are closed and he only deliberately open them when he changes.

You don’t notice how his eyes are always on you or how quickly he turns his head when you look his way to keep up the pretense of not knowing you exist.

You were content with just watching.

It was enough for you.

But not for him.

He was getting antsy. When are you going to finally talk to him? Isn’t this the part where you kidnap him and you realize he feels the same way about you and you both live happily ever after completely obsessed with each other and killing for each other?

He decided to take initiative.

You wake up groggy and unable to move your body. Wrists and ankles bound to the wooden chair you’re sitting on. The first thing your eyes see is a wall covered with your pictures. You sleeping, eating, showering or just going about your day. The underwear that went missing weeks ago thrown on the bed on the other side of the room. As your eyes scan the room you notice more and more of your belongings that went messing a long time ago and gave up on finding.

Hair ties, bras, necklaces.

Is this your karma for stalking the guy you have a crush on? It must be.

Then you realize it. This is his room.

You never noticed all behind the tree you always hid behind when you spied on him. You only caught glimpses of his room and you never dared to go in his house but you can still recognize it.

You hear a creaking sound and your eyes snap to the door slowly opening revealing the man you’ve been obsessing over for weeks now.

He notices you’re awake and beams “Darling you’re awake! Good. I was getting worried with how long you were sleeping.”

You shift in your restraints “..What’s happening right now?” He chuckles and walks closer “What do you mean silly? You were taking to long so I decided to do it for you!” Whatever he was talking about, it still wasn’t clicking fort “Too long to..?” He shakes his head “To just fess up and say you love me! I tried to be patient, I really did!” He kneels in front of you his hands resting on your knees. “I tried to pretend I didn’t see you lurking around me. Pretend I just happened to leave the curtains open while changing like it wasn’t all for you. Like I wasn’t showing off all the time I spend in the gym for you.” He starts rambling manically. Eyes wide and pupils blown out. Chuckling and gasping between sentences.

Reality washes over you like ice cold water.

The guy you’ve been obsessing over is a compete stranger. You thought you knew him but the crazed man in front of you is a stranger. A mere reflection of yourself and darkest parts of you.

Is this what you looked like? What you acted like?

You shake your head and squirm catching his attention “Sorry if they’re a bit tight darling. Just wanted to play into the fantasy y’know? I mean, if I woke up tied up in your room I’d be the happiest man alive.” He grins up at you and you’re not sure if you should laugh or be deeply disturbed.

Your body slumps, defeated from trying to loosen the rope that’s starting to burn your skin. You look at him still kneeling in front of you, eyes wide expectantly and excitement bouncing off him you could almost imagine a tail swaying behind him. You shake your head “I think we both need psychiatric help..” He furrows his brows “What do you mean darling? We’re perfect for each other!” You cringe “Yeah..no this is weird. Can you untie me?” His eyes darken “I’m not letting you go anywhere darling, this is what you wanted remember?”

You would have preferred if he just filed a restraining order against you if you’re being honest. Now you’re stuck with him forever.

[fallbackin-time]

*Lu Guang is in the sunroom, for once on the floor, with his back against the heater and a book in his hands. Apparently the -10°C outside are too cold for him.*

-@watch-time-flow

(As promised :D)

Cheng Xioshi was just walking past with some photos, spotting him he ends up putting the photos on the nearest surface and walking over, concerned but also finding it a little funny

“Why are you on the floor?”

[berryblosom]

SO TELL ME IS THIS LOVE ? •·.·''·.·•

Summary: your friend is convinced Satoru is in love with you, you think she’s crazy.

You’re insane.”

You’re in your usual seat at your favorite coffee place, tucked into the corner booth with your drink and your best friend across from you. As always, she’s on one of her rants, topic of choice? You and Satoru.

“What’s insane.” she says, pointing her straw at you, “is how blind you are. That man is down bad.”

You roll your eyes. “Do you hear yourself? In what world is Satoru Gojo in love with me?”

This has been going on for months. She’s got this wild theory that Satoru’s endless teasing and constant presence in your life means he’s secretly in love with you. And she won’t let it go. You’ve explained it to her a million times. Satoru is a flirt. It’s like second nature to that man . He’s like that with everyone. You never took his flirty comments seriously, because why would you?

“In the world where he drove an hour just to pick you up from work and take you home,” she counters, sipping her drink like she’s got all the evidence in the world.

You shrug, trying to sound unbothered. “He offered. Said he was already heading home.”

She gives you a deadpan look. “Right. Sure. What about those concert tickets you couldn’t find anywhere?”

“He said his friend didn’t want them. It wasn’t a big deal.”

You can almost hear her brain working, the way her eyes narrow and her fingers drum against her cup. She was not done.

“What about when your cat died, and he stayed over the whole weekend? Then got you a new one just because you just mentioned missing having a cat around?”

Okay. That one’s… a little harder to dismiss.

You were a wreck when your cat passed. Satoru just showed up, no questions asked, and didn’t leave your side for two days. Then, a week later, he handed you the cutest kitten with a bow around its neck.

But still. That didn’t mean anything. Right?

“Will you stop?” you sigh, setting your cup down. “Satoru is not in love with me. He’s just my friend.”

Rei throws her hands up like she’s about to strangle you. You could tell she’s losing her patience with your excuses.

“I don’t get why you’re so adamant he doesn’t like you.”

“Because he doesn’t. I just know. I’m pretty sure he has a date this weekend, anyway.”

She squints at you like you’ve grown two heads. “That’s just a load of shit. He’s gonna do what he always does.”

You pause, confused. “What do you mean ‘what he always does’?”

Now she’s looking at you like the answer is obvious.

“He goes on dates to get a reaction out of you. He dates the girl for like a week, tells you all about it, and when it doesn’t get to you? He breaks up her.”

“He does not do that.”

“He definitely does. Remember that girl from his gym last month? She asked him out, and he complained to you about how annoying she was. And when you told him not to lead her on, breakup the next day.”

“He told me she dumped him,” you mutter, frowning.

Your friend just snorts and shakes her head.

“You could tell Satoru to fly to France to get you a single rose, and he’d be on the next flight out. He hangs on your every word.”

You stare at her, heart doing something weird and fluttery in your chest. Could she be right?

“You really think he… likes me?”

But she doesn’t answer. Her gaze shifts to something, or someone behind you.

“Well, let’s find out. Satoru!”

You whip your head around so fast, you’re pretty sure something cracked. And of course, there he was. Satoru Gojo in all his smug, infuriating glory, walking straight toward you.

“Ladies,” he greets, his tone dripping with charm as he slides into the booth beside you.

“Toru, this isn’t your usual coffee spot,” you say, trying to sound casual as you scoot over to give him space.

“Yeah, Rei invited me. Said the cakes here was to die for.”

You shoot a glare at your friend. Traitor.

“Oh, definitely,” she says sweetly. “You know, Y/N was just saying how much she misses those muffins from that bakery that closed down last year.”

Your eyes widen. “I did not say that—”

“Really?” Satoru interrupts, eyes locked on yours. “You want them?”

His arm is draped casually behind your seat, but he’s a lot closer than he was a second ago. You can feel the heat radiating off him. And the way he’s looking at you right now?

It’s not how a friend looks at someone. Your heart is not behaving. Not even a little.

“I-I just said they were good.”

“But do you want them?” His voice is lower now, more serious. Like he’s offering to track down the bakery’s owner and revive the business or even bake them for your himself.

“The place is closed. It doesn’t matter.” You nudge your friend under the table when you hear her snickering.

“It does matter.”

“Why?” The word leaves your mouth before you can stop it and you’re afraid of the answer.

You know Satoru. You’ve known him your whole life. He’s not the boyfriend type. Never has been. He’s dated plenty of girls, all through high school to university, none of them ever lasting longer than a month. You’d always told yourself he saw you like a little sister and nothing more

But then he’s looking at you like this? Like he wants to give you everything you’ve ever asked for.

“Because I like doing things for you,” he says simply.

Your heart skips a beat, then starts doing full sprints in your chest. You drop your gaze, staring down at your half-eaten cake on the table.

“Well isn’t that sweet,” Rei says, standing up and gathering her stuff. “I’d hate to leave, believe me, but I’ve got plans.”

You narrow your eyes. “What plans?”

“Dress shopping. Two of my favorite people are gonna get married soon.” She winks, blows a kiss, and practically skips out of the café.

You gape after her. She’s dead. So dead.

“What was that about?” Satoru asks.

“Nothing.” You scramble for a distraction. “So, uh… any special plans for your date this weekend?”

He leans back slightly but stays close. Still on your side of the booth. He casually pulls your plate toward him and takes a bite of your cake.

“Nah. Gonna cancel.”

Your eyes flick to him. “What? Why?”

He glances at you with a small smirk. “I’d rather be with you.”

Your mouth goes dry. “Really?”

He grins, licking frosting off his fork. “Yeah. Really.”