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bitches be like, oh he's my favourite book boyfriend love of my life I would let him wreck me, and it's the literal Devil.

it's me i'm bitches

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i love taking REALLY hot showers.... like yes girl... let's evaporate...

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“naruto phase” my ass, once you watch rock lee drop his weights you’re in for life

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costallation

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“Making people believe the unbelievable is no trick; it’s work. … Belief and reader absorption come in the details: An overturned tricycle in the gutter of an abandoned neighborhood can stand for everything.”

— Stephen King

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↬ ҂ 𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 @ 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚖

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼

𝗧𝗢𝗞𝗬𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

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↬ ҂ 𝗪𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 @ 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚖

𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘂𝘆𝘂

𝗧𝗢𝗞𝗬𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

Artist: sikinen44 ; kokin58149915 ; oguraxaoi on Twitter

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Mitsuya Takashi's Lockscreens / wallpapers!!

I love him so much i could die ❤️👌😭

Edited by me, like if you wanna use it <3

Mitsuya fanarts by @/pildw on twitter

Sticker : woochans, mooice, kanall

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TOKYO REVENGERS official lockscreens/wallpapers pt. 2

slightly made it vibrant but here are the original version.

[pt. 1] [pt. 3]

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Fight for Me (part 1)

“That’ll be thirty five dollars and sixty cents please.”

You pushed your card into the card reader. Patiently waiting for the screen to finally say “Remove card”, you looked out the windows. The neon lights on the window store across were flickering open. The headlights of cars passing by so fast all one could see is a trail of light following. The sidewalks are empty of all bustling working people. The outside looked so quiet and peaceful at this hour. The machine beeped and pulled your attention from the outside. You removed your card, “Thank you, have a goodnight.”

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千冬かわいね 🥞❕

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“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.”

— Holly Black

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pairing: baji keisuke x gn! reader

summary: you get hurt, but it’s all for baji.

warnings: fluff, maybe angst; bittersweet?

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, did you know that?” Baji grumbles, wrapping bandages around your arms as he gives you a disappointed look. “Who in their right fucking mind would go in to fight a whole ass gang?”

You wince when he puts on alcohol on an injury, teary-eyed due to the pain. “…M-Me, I guess,” you murmur, ducking your head in self-deprecation, disappointed in yourself as well. You let out a small sigh, saying, “I… Uh, I just wanted a good fight.”

The long-haired boy looks up at you, giving you a dead stare that made you shudder, and you turn your head away. He scoffs in return, though it wasn’t unkind (nor really directed towards you), his hands tending to every injury you received.

You glance back at him, head still turned, to catch a glimpse of him. He still looks the same as always, but his hair was let down this time - heat rushed to your face, the more you look at him, but he was too pretty, you thought. But he was also too pretty and handsome for you.

“Why’d you even get in the damn fight, anyway?” he questions, not looking at you. There’s a tone in his voice that you can’t quite pinpoint, but you ignore it, and decide to answer his question.

“…No reason.”

He snaps.

“Bullshit.”

His hands tighten around your arms, and he finally looks at you. Even though his grip is firm and tight, he’s not hurting you, you realize. And his eyes, they’re full of concern.

There’s a sudden weight in your chest that you can’t describe, but you frown, turning your head.

“I… I’m sorry, but that’s… my reason,” you whisper, but it wasn’t.

The people you fought were badmouthing Baji, you couldn’t just let them do that. it didn’t seem right (it wasn’t right).

“[Name],” he says, “you worried me, okay? You made me fuckin’ worry! Did you know how I felt when you came to my goddamn house, all beaten up ‘n injured?!” His voice is angry and heavy, and he speaks as though there’s a lump inside his throat the more he talks to you.

Baji rests his forehead onto your hands, holding them gently and closely.

“You are my friend, and I care about you a lot. So, just fucking tell me—what happened?”

You stare at him, brows furrowing and throat feeling try as you try to speak. “I…” you utter out, “I… I fought them, because…” and with a breath, you say, “I fought them because they were talking shit about you, okay?! I… I didn’t like that, so I ended up fighting them—the whole gang.”

“And yeah,” you admit, nodding, “it might’ve been dumb to you, but it wasn’t to me! ‘Cause I care about you and like y—“ your mouth snaps shut, eyes wide in realization of what you said.

The Captain looks up to you with a surprised expression, mouth slightly parted.

You avoid his gaze, desperate to leave, but you can’t. You were too injured to move, and you wouldn’t escape the boy, even if you tried.

It felt like everything was weighing you down, and that you couldn’t breathe. The silence was deafening, and you found it ironic, that silence could be the loudest thing ever.

You lower your head, heaving out a breath.

“…I must be the lamest person you’ve met, huh?” you chuckle, “I ended up fighting a gang because they badmouthed you. And now, I’m confessing that I li—“

Arms wrap around you suddenly, startling you, and you lean back due to the sudden force.

Baji lets out a breathy laugh, his arms tightening around you. “I’m glad you like me, because I like you, too,” he tells you, voice thick with emotion. “But don’t make those dumb decisions just for me, okay? I don’t want you to die on me, because of some dumbass who chose to talk shit about me. Who knows what people carry on them nowadays?”

You stare at the wall blankly, hands slowly grabbing the boy that held you tightly, digging your fave into his shoulder as you close your eyes. You breathe in, calming your racing heart, and breathe out, trying to process everything.

“…Okay,” you whisper, “I’ll try not to. But, you just gotta promise me you’ll live, okay?”

“Yeah, I promise,” he chuckles, leaning back, and slowly kissing you on the forehead. “I ain’t gonna leave my partner behind—I’m not that type of guy.”

You softly laugh.

“I’d hope not.”

Liar.

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