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OH MY GOSH IVE DONE IT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I never intended to but this is still awesome. Oh my god I have left my mark. Doc. Doc. Doc..........
Edit: Doc when I get you.
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a white haired guy is childhood friends with a dark haired guy who is more righteous and kind than him and the dark-haired guy teaches the white haired guy the meaning of doing the right thing and being nice to others (not killing them) before he goes off somewhere the white-haired guy can’t protect him and subsequently becomes a murderous villain with the goal of creating a perfect world (in part for the white-haired guy), rejecting the very morals that he taught the white-haired guy to embrace.
they reconcile right when the dark haired guy is about to die (the white haired guy is told to do it and has a large part in it). there’s also magical eye fuckery and a very big and significant identity reveal about the living status of the black haired guy that devastates the white-haired guy. they are also forced to kill each other. there is also struggle with identity and loyalty and following rules you dont agree with for the sake of the greater good.
now: kakaobi or satosugu???
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help to make the season bright
read on ao3!
~20k, shrunkyclunks, strangers to lovers, christmas fic
There’s anxiety gnawing at Bucky's bones, so he tries to make a list of what he knows and has. He has some groceries. He has his gloves, and his lip balm. He has his wallet, and he has his phone. What he doesn't have is his keys, and thus, a way to get into the house. It’s after eight pm on Christmas Eve, and it’s below freezing outside. His mother has his spare key, and ordinarily he would call her, but right now she’s nearly 4000 miles away. There’s no way she would be able to help him.
“Fuck,” he proclaims out loud.
A pigeon on the sidewalk across the street flutters away.
Another voice cuts through the cold. “You okay?”
Bucky looks up to see a silhouette on the balcony two floors above him. Clearly, he had been swearing louder than he intended to. The figure is clearly male, and built like a fucking brick house, but the light behind him makes any other features vague and indistinguishable.
“Uh, yeah,” Bucky says dumbly. “I just- I forgot my keys.”
“I’ll let you in.”
The silhouette disappears from the balcony.
Bucky steps forward to retrieve his groceries from the steps of the building, and has just picked up the last can of cat food when the door opens. He looks up to meet the man who saved him from hypothermia.
And what a man it is.
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have you seen the jhariah tour and is he coming to your city ? if so are you going ? hes coming to where i live so hopefully i can make it:)
OH YEAH BB ILL BE AT THE CHICAGO SHOW HMU CHICAGO GANG
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on the one hand a little yelling at myself 4 putting myself in this sitch of ation (2 jobs kam) but its a little swag to get fired from somewhere u were Sole Carrying and then theyre like ohhh pleaaaaaaseee come back we miss you like a year later. return of the king
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my parents just bought a dog with absolutely zero notice and hearing my mum say “i don’t even want another dog but you’re dad really wants her” and remembering her saying the exact same thing about her not wanting another child (me) but she knew my dad wanted a third child…
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