#Guess who’s back?

[tevanbuckley]

oops the yap factory is getting busy again

[saturnsorbits]

… Hi <3

I’ve missed you guys.

[idolhail]

Happy Birthday!

Iori Izumi

[leonhardt-simp]

you know how some singers have documentaries , and it's like scenes of them in the studio producing songs and it's Annie's album release dedicated to reader

a scene in the documentary shows reader visiting annie and bringing drinks and snacks

annie would be so excited and immediately goes to hug reader because she has been stressed with thinking of lyrics and she's just so happy reader is there

Annie being the type to hide her project from the reader until she got it perfect, making up all kinds of excuses on what the album is about.

Moment reader leaves the studio, Annie’s giddy and looking at the camera and going, “I apologize for lying but it’s better than spoiling the surprise for you, my love.”

[dipstar1489]

SCP Corporal Agnar Dillon

Name: Agnar Dillon

Occupation: Corporal (Task Force)

Clearance: Level 1

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Disability: ADHD

Associates: Dr. Minerva Dillon (elder sister)

Notes:

Came to the SCP base two months ago. He and several other MTF members were attacked by SCP-682 in his third week working here. Dr.Dillon appeared shocked when informed about her brother joining the organization. She has requested for Corporal Dillon to never be tasked with SCP-106. We unfortunately cannot keep this request, though he will be our last line of defense.

From his short time here, Corporal Dillon has proven himself to be physically capable, quick-witted, empathetic, resourceful, and the first to arrive. Unfortunately, he is disturbingly impulsive, stubborn, immature, and argumentative, though it’s uncertain if it’s purposeful.

Corporal Dillon appears to enjoy the company of animalistic SCPs, with SCP-6585 being his favorite. Always have another person with him to make sure these SCPs don’t trick him into releasing them. Ironically enough, he does have entomophobia and always carries a can of bug spray. Keep far away from SCP 2401, 3035, 1942, 772 and 3160 at all times.

[shedhole]

tumblr tomfoolery part two electric boogaloo

[soaked-doors]

“no one is born in this world to be alone!”

[coffee-scrub]

Mia would have some choice words on Phoenix’s taste in men

Bonus:

[ministarfruit]

"...why would I become a monster?"

[barghest-land]

drawings from paleo expedition to dagestan, done right on the trip. sometimes messy when it was cold and rainy, but i won't correct it. i think it's cool to leave it just the way it was done, and not retouch it after. there will be more drawings later, but those will be done from home

[kcamberart]

Cutiefly | Original

[a-pastel-edgelord]

You are the closest thing Atsumu's ever had to a best friend, Osamu knows. His brother's faults were often so visible to other kids that it drove them away. Not you though. You simply laughed and called Atsumu a jerk. The rest is history.

Osamu watches from his place on the bench as Atsumu sets up for a spike serve, six steps, the toss, the jump and--

"Don't fuck it up!" Your voice jeers.

Atsumu misses, spectacularly. The ball ricochets off the back wall with a stellar thwump that rings a brief silence into the gym. Osamu sees his brother spin around, a vein in his neck throbbing as he starts to unload on you.

"YOU MOTHERF—"

"Imagine not getting the service ace because the opposite team heckles you!" You cut him off with a jovial smile. "How lame would that be?"

"YOU SCRUB! GET OVER HERE. I'LL KILL YA!"

And off the two of you go, shrieking insults at each other. Osamu makes no move to get out of his seat. Not for the first time, he considers how this strange game of tag could be its own spectator sport. Suna sits next to him, the middle blocker's eyes flitting to the current source of entertainment.

"Not gonna record this shit?"

"No, s'not nearly as entertaining as watching the two of you beat up on each other." Atsumu manages to trap you in a headlock, driving his knuckles into your scalp for a noogie as you kick at his legs. "How long have they been together anyhow?" The question is asked so flippantly, Osamu almost misses it.

"Hah? They're not datin', Suna." That's right. The two of you aren't dating. Not once had Atsumu ever expressed that kind of interest in you, and the same seems to be true in reverse. No longing stares. No pining.

"That so? Could have sworn they were." Suna glances over, his usual apathetic expression almost perfectly in place. However, Rintaro Suna is the closest thing Osamu has to a best friend.

Osamu's mouth goes dry. "Drop it, Sunarin."

Suna holds his stare for another beat before turning away. "You deserve to have what you want, Samu."

"I mean it."

"So do I."

Osamu fights to keep his face in check, fights to restrain himself like always. To hold back just enough so that he doesn't lose his temper. It should be easier by now, to suffer the pointed remarks Suna makes with grace. However, Suna had been the one to witness the smallest of exchanges between Osamu and you. And then, the motherfucker had managed to put two and two together. So here Osamu sits, watching his brother horseplay with you.

You. The one person he could trust Atsumu with, the one person who would be so good for him to fall for... is the same person who crashed through Osamu's walls and took a seat within the inner sanctum of his affections.

Osamu Miya is in love with his brother's best friend and Atsumu would never forgive him for it if he found out.

[pedgito]

JOEL MILLER in every scene — 3/?

[mewpet]

So I redrew this piece from uhhhh 8 years ago(?!)

[dotcircledot]

[captainswan618]

there is a person standing 73 yards some distance away, watching you. they look like they’re trying to tell you something. you can’t get away from them, nor can you get close to them. they’re just...standing there.

so your friends and loved ones try to help you by talking to them, and the person must be saying something to them, because they look at you differently now. but you have no idea what it was, all you hear is static.

you try to tell them not to listen to the person, but no matter what you do, no matter how much you plead with them, they look up at you with suspicion-hatred-fear and just run. they don’t care where they’re going, just that you’re not there. and you can’t do anything to stop it.

the more that the people in your life care about you, the worse it is, because anyone who tries to help is turned against you. so you are just gradually shut out of your own life by the people you love the most, until eventually you no longer recognize your surroundings.

there is a person standing 73 yards some distance away, watching you.