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why0should0i · 1 year
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The way Reo says the nagi changed and the way nagi is shocked and stops mid way and looks at him with that look... Because to him he still didn't change, he just wants to play soccer which is like the only thing that changed cause in reality he wants to be by reo's side but to reo, nagi did change... Nagi who was always with him and was always so close is now far away and he can't keep up and to him he is no longer his treasured possession... I am crying
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And how in order to be with nagi, reo is going to change and become an idiot himself and he'll shine just as brightly as nagi to be beside his radient self... Like guys, reo is willing to change for nagi... He doesn't want nor expect nagi to change or slow down for him... In his eyes nagi changed but he still allows nagi to be himself... He was moping for a while but ultimately he was going to catch up for nagi and doesn't want him to lower himself or wait for him... He wants what best for nagi and he makes it the best for him too...
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The way nagi always approaches reo after every match they have together or when he sees him to talk to him and also how he opens with a compliment and saying he's cool because you nagi he is... Even though reo considers himself to be below nagi's genius... Nagi always thinks highly of reo...
The way reo realises that for football nagi wants to play he isn't enough and nagi is shocked momentarily and then replys with that glint in his eyes because reo knows him so well and he knows that reo will catch up to him... And when reo tells him to wait... Nagi says okay because he is always waiting for reonto be by his side and reo says he's won't stop till he gets what he wants... Like a cheesy ceo male lead from a shoujo romance and it kinda fits him because he is the son of man who owns a billion dollar company... And arghhh!!!! My heart...
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ghostbeam · 2 years
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Tomura is such a guy that knows how to commit to a bit. To me in my brain. Like I feel like he can deliver a bit in the most deadpan serious voice ever and no one can tell if he’s joking he will commit to a bit with u no problem and then when no one is looking give u the most shit eating grin and and and he’s um he ajshskjslsjskskskm
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jamjoob · 3 months
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HAPPY DUNMESHI THUR- *gunshoits*
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fancyfade · 6 months
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Made a chart for sorting fantheories
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cool-person-yey · 4 months
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big fan of liars. big fan of characters whose entire existence is a facade. love it when everything's stripped away from them and the lie is the only thing left of their identity. love it when the lines between an act and the truth are blurring. are they even them without the lie? the lie doesn't become the truth per se, but it's now such an intricate part of them it might as well be.
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ashoss · 7 months
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some things dont change
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foolsocracy · 4 months
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this is actually so funny. imagining garth quipping and contributing to the conversation in his head cause he forgot the rest of the teen titans can't pick up on his telepathy
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officialspec · 5 months
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grecoromanyaoi · 6 months
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see one of my problems w movies n tv shows is that they often show a character of like a scientist or a historian and try and make them extremely boring but that shit just doesnt work on me. theyll b like 'well in 13th century turkey...' n everyone will b like ughhh shut up professor dinglebarry no one cares and like. well excuse me. stop the movie. id like to hear more about 13th century turkey.
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ato-dato · 1 year
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Go on, burst every one of his bubbles why don’t you
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tomgregs · 8 months
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what's your hair routine it looks so nice
i dont have one i just wash it with whatever i can get my hands on. i swear on my momma
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inkskinned · 2 years
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
#this is true#writeblr#warm up#relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes#amongst the Siblings#is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting#like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good#(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and#like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract#to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids#so like she was right to stock up#ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that#u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it#> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes#> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9#when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters#i am the middle child#out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite
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hinamie · 4 months
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dead man walking
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willgrahamscock · 11 months
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Vampire game!
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cozymochi · 21 days
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Random compilation of that scattered clothes meme thing I did with twst characters, but with just the outfits I kinda liked from both attempts. And yes, I don’t have any sense whatsoever 😉 Rip to the ones that were originally too small so now their resolution suffers horribly lmao that’s my bad 🤡 480p ahh art
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dollsghost · 2 months
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dry humping w simon.
it's heated. frantic, almost. he's so pent up after being away from you for however long. five days, five weeks, five months; no matter. he reacts the same way every time. like he needs to devour you, swallow you whole so you're always with him.
he's got you folded in half against the couch, his massive frame pinning you to the cushions. you think you can feel one of the springs pressing against your back, but who could care about that when his hand is around your throat, tongue licking into your mouth like you're the most decadent dessert he'd been craving for? a delicacy he'd indulge incessantly if given the chance?
you're panting when he pulls back, sticking your tongue out like a slut to gather more of the saliva that connects your lips. reveling in the way his hand tightens around your throat as he rumbles his approval. it makes everything go that much more fuzzy, and you think you let out a whining keen at the way he stares down at you. reverent. hungry. you definitely hiccup a moan as he drags his clothed cock against your damp panties, the bulge catching perfectly against your clit with every sloppy roll of his hips.
it's maddening. it's perfect. you could cum just like this. you need more. he sucks on your tongue and you hear wedding bells. the band in your tummy is stretched taut as he continues to rut against you, and it genuinely feels like he's fucking you with the sounds of skin against skin filling the air.
it isn't long before he's got both hands around your neck, using his grip as an anchor to pull you against his every thrust. you can barely gasp out a warning as you spiral into bliss, choking out his name amidst his own guttural moans. the fucker's made you see stars without even touching you, and he isn't done yet.
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