#say bye

[just1gnome]

this started because i really wanted to draw mob in his pink sweater he wore in like . one episode. but theres more of them now

[douleur-douce]

my allergies are killing me but i can’t take allergy medicine because im ALLERGIC to it

[marshmallowwitharubberband]

Ok maybe I should clean up all the mess of empty snack wrappers in my desk, but at this point I've pack bonded with them and throwing them out would feel like betrayal.

[mroddmod]

out of context meme of an au i'm cooking

[jicklet]

Smooth~~

Bonus:

[miss-jaye]

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

[toodrunktofindaurl]

"Death's child"

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[inkskinned]

you tried everything. you tried relationship check-ins and using positive thinking. you tried modelling healthy coping strategies and printing out pages of cognitive behavioral therapy tricks. you tried relationship podcasts and audiobooks and posts on instagram. you tried steamrolling your own emotions and making yourself into a fractal of a person. you tried ripping out your own hair and you tried to feed from your own stomach. you tried setting boundaries - and when that failed, you tried to be okay with broken boundaries.

you tried explaining, over and over and over. you tried long-winded texts that delicately apologized and took accountability; you tried short and earnest apologies that directly confronted the issue. you tried letting them apologize first - and when that didn't work at all, you tried to delicately explain you needed their apology.

you tried, because you really thought they could change. sometimes, if you caught them in the right moment - they even seemed willing. they would nod and agree to try therapy (eventually) or try calming techniques (eventually) or try safe communication practices (eventually) or try -

and you feel like a fool, because you gave them so much grace about it, and that's how things got so bad for so long. you were being patient and kind and willing. you gave them time. you promised yourself that next week, they'd be better. next week, they'd be the partner you needed. next week, they'd be there for you. they'd finally see all the effort and love and trying! and as some kind of divine reward, why, they'd finally -

the whole time your boundaries shifted and swam. since you were being patient with them, you started taking barely-there token actions as being "enough." okay, they didn't really apologize, but even the use of the words "i'm sorry" was enough! okay, they didn't support you through grief, but afterwards they seemed guilty about that and offered to buy you sushi. wasn't that all good enough? isn't love about growth and bringing the other person up with you?

so when you finally broke about this and finally decided to run: well, you had expected to be ruined. you had cried in the shower picturing it. and instead. instead. you were suddenly, coldly, wildly - done.

[aspharah]

hey bro can we like adopt paralleling themes and symbolize opposites but in a two sides of the same coin kind of way? it doesn’t have to be weird. wait what do you mean thats gay

[alukaforyou]

hes picking flowers for u & feeling so dumb abt it lol someone come hit me w a big rock if i dont finish this in 2 weeks

[thornedarrow]

like falling asleep

[trans-peridot]

Let's hear it for boobs with chest hair. So much love for boobs with chest hair. If you want to show cleavage but are worried about your chest hair I love you and you should fear nothing. If you want people to see your awesome tits but don't want to be seen shirtless because your chest hair you have my heart. If you have chest hair and choose not to shave it because that's your own damn choice you are braver and realer than anyone who would judge you. If you think your chest hair makes your boobs hotter than you're right. Your body is your body forever and legally you can kill anyone who says otherwise.

[noornight]

Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)

Based on this

[eremikayearner]

⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ it’s just been plaguing my mind a lot. you know, the thought of those pretty sounds rin makes when he fucks you.

his voice is just so deep and raspy, it’s just nature for those deep groans to fall from his lips the second he starts going in and out of your wet heavenly cunt that just keeps sucking him in.

he tries so hard to stay quiet as long as he can, nipping down on his lower lip and gripping your hips harder—anything to grasp on to that self control that was slipping so incredibly far away from him. it’s nothing but those pretty groans that come out of his mouth.

then those sounds get a little bit high pitched. it’s when your nails dig into his back, drawing long, painful and delicious scratches along the muscle that his voice breaks into something that sounds almost like a moan. it’s when your gummy walls clench around his cock, his moans turn a little more breathless. and when he hears you moan his name? shit, he’s a goner.

that’s when he starts chasing. chasing the sounds of your pretty moans. chasing the feeling of your hands roaming, clutching and clinging onto his body. chasing the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock when he hits that sweet spot inside you. chasing the feeling of your high. chasing the feeling of his own high. he’s gripping your hips tight enough to bruise, and he’s driving his hips and his dick into you over and over and over and over again.

his mind’s a mess, his body’s out of his control, and he’s so incredibly lost in you. that’s when he starts whimpering. the sound is straight from heaven. it’s high pitched, soft, needy, whiny, almost like he’s holding back tears in those pretty teal eyes of his.

“m’gonna cum.” he whimpers in your ear, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he tries to stop himself from cumming right on the spot. but he’s a good boy, he’s not cumming till you’ve cummed around his dick first.

he’s losing himself, incoherent strings of needy words leaving his lips in the prettiest whimpers. your name, how good you feel, how he never wants to pull out of you, how he’d rather die than never fuck you again—oh, poor sweet thing, he’s not gonna last much longer.

he’s in luck, ‘cause you’re already shaking, gasping, moaning and cumming around his cock the second those last words tumble out of his mouth.

when rin cums, shit, you could cum all over again just from how hot he sounds. his voice breaks, he’s all whiny whimpers, and needy groans as he gets closer and closer till he finally breaks. breathless moans fall from his lips, followed by something between a sob and whimper as he grips you hard enough to break you, spilling all over deep inside you—his body absolutely trembling.

he’s gasping for air as his head falls in the crook of your neck, your hands twining in his dark hair as you both catch your breaths. those soft gasps that come from his mouth are just so sweet.

then, he rasps out through those soft gasps, his voice pretty as ever, “i love you.”

oh, rin. he’s just too pretty. in every way.

[nova-rpv]

ftm amy. hell yea

reminder to bind safely!!!! take care of ur ribs <<3

dont forget ur daily clicks!!

[jaytalking]

At this point his hair being on fire is just a sign that his ultimate is ready. Anyways here's some scenes from the AU in my brain.