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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

can't stand them

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I am definitely not normal about him. He looks SOOOO PRETTY with dark hair.

Source : twitter ( I am sorry I couldn’t find the artist, will update once I do)

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BRO STOP HXJSJJSBDJSJSJDBSN

temptation

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Weekly dose of twt ss which aptly describe my mental state

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THIS MAN HAS NO RIGHT LOOKING THIS DOWN RIGHT ADORABLE AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHGG

Small sketch because Nana tour has made me a die hard Wonwoo stan in just one episode. Seventeen is really just a group of visuals

I want to ruffle his fluffy hair SO BAD. ITS A NEED NOT A WANT

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You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right

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Soukoku ramble because Empire of dirt broke me and I can’t recover unless I get this out of my system.

Skk with the kind of love where Chuuya is Dazai’s sun every morning, is his coffee, his breath in the winter air, his warmth on a cold day, his moon on a lonely night. Chuuya is in the fibre of Dazai’s being, and he might have been too late.

Because Chuuya is gone, and so is the sun that used to shine through his window, his coffee doesn’t taste like anything anymore, there are cloudy nights and his breath always catches in his lungs struggling to come out.

Chuuya was his life, he was in his heartbeat and he was in every blink of his eyes. He doesn’t need his eyes if they won’t take in Chuuya in all of his glory, laughing at something Dazai said. He doesn’t need his breath if Chuuya is not there to take it away with kisses.

That’s what Dazai thinks for the last time as he closes his eyes, to never open them again in this world without Chuuya. As he takes his last breath in a world with no kisses left to chase.

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How the action of someone placing their hand on the ‘small of someone’s back’ makes me GIGGLE! Like it’s such a small move but the intimacy and comfort of that in a public setting is so UGH

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Pls let me live Satosugu

he's so clingy

(comm info/ kofi support)

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The urge to draw this man completely wrecked but ends up making it PG13

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He is so smol and precious frfrffs

HE'S JUST SO 🤌🏻🩷

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😳 <- this emoji but without the blush or romantic connotation. im not blushing im staring you directly in your fucking eyes

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Today is not a good day 🫠

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Another one for my broken hopeful heart

please let this happen jjk237

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Is this even professional?

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If I see any more Satosugu I might just cry. This is definitely not what I need after a long work day.

Gonna go read some satosugu fics okay bye

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“Come rest your bones with me, toss all your thoughts to the sea”

(credit to the owner for the art)

The last words that Gojo said to Geto.

“Suguru, you always had me and you always will. The loneliness of being the strongest, but the world needs me more than I need you.”

“Satoru, live for the weak. I couldn’t do it, but you are too kind, I know you will. Love is not enough to give you the strength you need,” Suguru smiles with his eyes closed and looks up at the sky. The sky that was both of theirs, but now welcomes only one of them.

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“I did what I could Suguru,” Satoru says smiling and finally feeling the warmth of an embrace.

“You know Satoru? I might not need your love, but is it okay for me to want it?”

“You just needed to ask. If I could I would give you my everything, but you are my everything.”