#Set Me Free Pls.

[samcatsketch]

in the throes of job interviews and Dying so doodling my girls it is

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

i love how different percabeth is from different male lead narrated american middle school romances from the romantic point of view. usually, the male lead has a crush on the cold and kind of mean female protagonist cause she's pretty and not like the other girls.....she's pretty and not like the other girls....thats it oops. but annabeth and percy. annabeth fell first. even though she's cold and sassy too, she believed in percy. she saw the good in him and loved him for it. then percy fell. he didnt have to worry about whether annabeth would like a loser like him. yeah, he doubted why annabeth liked him once in a while, but it was a never a question of 'does she?' its healthy. and thats what makes rick riordan one of the best middle school authors ever thank you bye

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

everywhere i go, im forced to see hazbin

[ausbutlerhq]

So, here's how I'm going to go about this. I'm Austin, it's very nice to meet you and yes, I do have some semblance of the Elvis voice left over. Can you please tell me three things about you? Anything. Things you like, things you hate, how you feel about your loved ones, your pets or kids, your favorite color or song or food? Literally anything so I can get to know you and hopefully we can be friends, because I really want some new friends.

[napping-sapphic]

Love is so freaky and messed up to the point that sometimes i do wish and hope SO badly that no one ever has to suffer being in love with me specifically because it honestly sounds absolutely unbearable

[good-vs-evo]

soooo im tryna write smth (again) also cuz i think the xianle trio as a polycule is neat and their early relationship lives rent free in my mind HAHA

feel free to defend ur choice :D i’d love to know ppls thoughts!!

[xxe123spiderfreakxx]

here u go :) if u date one of my buddies u better be ready to accept ur not the only one who gets physical intimacy from them <3

[derxum]

This skirt length should be allowed in public...

[sexynetra]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Guess who had enough free time on their school trip to do some editing :) anyways once I bully my editor into working on the second half of the chapter perhaps I can post soon? 👀 only time will tell

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As much as Anetra hated Marcia – or rather, knew that she should hate Marcia – she almost wished she could ask her for advice. If anyone would know about good dancing for shows, it would be her.

But that wasn’t an option. She could reach out to Alyssa again, ask for more tips, but she had already given her plenty, and Anetra didn’t want to seem like a burden. Jackie, sweet as she was, had two left feet. Sasha, she just didn’t want to ask – so she was out too.

[aria0fgold]

Mermaid Alec while it's still Mermay!

[marsbotz]

my list of pretentious art critic media that changedddd my brain chemistry like actually.

- the beginners guide

- its such a beautiful day

- the stanley parable (AND the demo.)

- swiss army man

- presentable liberty

- fight club

[rapidhighway]

Don't even mention the state of his legs lmfao. Here's another one i have to finish tonight

[dearbraus]

one like and i'll write something for wriothesley

[dokuhai]

@keikakudori // continued from here.

RANGIKU WAS HAVING AN INCREDIBLY HARD TIME HOLDING HERSELF BACK. Just the sound of Aizen Sōsuke's voice was setting her on edge —--- a nails on chalkboard, grating sort of thing it was. His reply to her mention of poisoned tea came across as snide, and thus, forced her eyebrows to knit together as she regarded him. A romantic cliché, he had said... and while he seemed so sure that such methods weren't his style, Rangiku wasn't convinced. For how many times had his words been laced with venom? The confessions shared by her comrades used against them when the moment had been just right... not to mention the way he had poisoned Hinamori Momo; a romantic cliché all on its own, though perhaps not quite as literal as a lethal drop mixed into a cup of hot liquid.

The blonde had been there to pick up the pieces of the gobantai fukutaichō, even as her own heart was left broken in the aftermath of their betrayal. Momo had worn her heart on her sleeve... RANGIKU KNEW EVERYTHING THAT AIZEN HAD SAID TO HER, HAD DONE TO HER —--- was this man even remotely self-aware?

❝ You know what, you're right —--- you'd much rather do the stabbing yourself. Twisting the knife and making sure they hurt in all the worst ways... nothing impolite about that, right? ❞ Rangiku couldn't control the way she spat out such hostility; seeing him again had truly brought out the worst in her. A raging sun, she was —--- her heat blazing and oppressive as it worked to snuff out everything in its path.

There would be no shadows, here. No secrets, or doubts... not anymore. Not if she could help it.

Rangiku took a moment to steady herself. She would never learn the truth if she kept villainizing him... after all, a cornered animal was never quite eager to place it's trust in the one hunting it. With a slow, deep breath, Rangiku prepared herself for the more difficult aspects of this conversation. The topic of Gin had never been an easy one for her to discuss, much less openly to the one who had attempted to kill him. So much of their affair had been private... words left unsaid, unspoken, as they had poured their trust in one another. A trust that was left utterly broken, now, but that was beside the point.

She did not miss the way Aizen flinched at her mere mention of Gin's name. It almost seemed like the man had grown hesitant in response —--- his confidence waning as he stumbled over his words. It was so unlike him, Rangiku thought to herself... and upsetting, at the same time.

Gin had meant something to him, hadn't he? He was more than just a blade at his side, ready to kill for him...

Rangiku suddenly felt sick. Anguish churned in her belly, alongside the scorching heat of her anger, making its way up her throat like bile. She pushed it down as best she could, and worked tirelessly to slacken the balled up fists at her side.

She had avoided these truths for so long. She had known something was off, from the very beginning... and yet she never asked Gin what was wrong, or what he was hiding from her. She was too afraid of what he might say. Even now, as she stood upon the precipice of the answers she sought, she was absolutely terrified of what she might hear. But these answers weren't just for her own sake... they were demanded by Central 46, and the sōtaichō himself.

Rangiku sank to the ground, knowing fully well that she needed to be seated in order to carry on with this conversation. She crisscrossed her legs and grasped her knees as her gaze fell from the crucified man, only to seek out imperfections within the floor. Rangiku listened intently to the words he spoke, and noticed the way pain bled into each one —--- Aizen's tone utterly wrought with grief. Perhaps he had been tormenting himself, all this time... though Rangiku was hard pressed to feel any sympathy towards him.

'Will you believe me?' he had asked. 'You must be willing to accept what you will hear.'

❝ I'm not willing to accept anything but the truth, ❞ she replied quietly, though still unable to meet his gaze. What she hadn't anticipated, however, was Aizen's version of the truth... and how corrupted it seemed to be. His claim that he was not himself when he struck Gin down made her want to burst out laughing. Who else was there to blame for all of this? Did it make him feel better, to blame it on the corrupt power of the Hōgyoku? The one he alone had chosen to merge with? This was a self-inflicted fate; one Aizen could have avoided entirely, had he not been so hungry for power. At least, as far as Rangiku was concerned.

❝ —---You're still not telling me why. What caused you to turn on him? You say you weren't yourself, but how am I supposed to know what that means when I don't trust that I EVER actually knew who you were? ❞

[vogelmeister]

im very funny in the sense that all my friends only worked half shifts and i was the full shift so when they left i pretended to run up to leave at the entrance and then hit a glass wall

[choiliner]

concept: beomgyu playing the guitar while they perform maze in the mirror live