#fuck it lmaoooo

[prinzkaneki]

happy birthday face 🪞🦋🪩

[beybuniki]

2nd ko-fi request: kudoichi :)

[cherries-and-knives]

Everyone in six of crows: oh no omgggg my horrible dark awful secret I sure hope kaz doesn’t judge me when he finds outttt😫🥺🫣😭

Kaz who has never given a single shit about anything ever in his life except maybe money and inej:

[cynicallyneutral]

naruto: this one’s for u babe *misses*

[djdangerlove]

Okay but why do I feel like I’m cheating on Eddie Diaz when I look at Buck and Tommy together? 💀

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

so i was thinking about how Howdy has eight legs bc he's a caterpillar - those have lots of legs. but butterflies? they only have six

imagine he comes out of his chrysalis and he's down two limbs. mf would have to relearn how to Walk

[sm-baby]

Youre blog is fucking garbageno one gives a shit about yor ocs or Showtime

BAHAHAHA ANNNDDDD BLOCKED BYE LOSER

[orpheuslament]

tumblr wrapped you threatened suicide 23 times

[hayaku14]

Detective Conan vs. Kaitou KID Compilation Movie Posters

THEY LOOK SO GOOD OMG

[grozen]

the fire around me

[willowser]

i keep getting this thought in my head of bakugou, for the majority of his life, just having this view and understanding of like. my body gets the job done. i take care of it so i can do what i need to do. scars, wounds, imperfections don't matter, as long as i can keep going.

like almost no fucks for what it looks like in an aesthetic sense. he works out, he eats right because then he can do his job right. it's got nothing to do with trying to appeal to anyone.

and then you come along. and for the very first time—he's leaning a little closer to the mirror in the morning, brushing a finger over the scar on his face. when he gets dressed for the day, his eyes can't seem to rip away from the marred skin of his torso: at his hip, at his shoulder, right in the middle of his chest.

is that...something that would scare you? that you'd find....ugly? would you prefer him without them?

i wouldn't say it makes him terribly physically insecure, but. he is hesitating for just a second the first time he takes his shirt off around you. if you look at him head-on for too long, he's ducking his head and turning it, so that way only the pretty side is visible.

[watchyourbuck]

why are yall kissing tim minnears feet, its not like he invented bisexual men

his feet? im kissing him full on the mouth

[shima-draws]

Started watching Film Gold and I cannot BELIEVE they chose Zoro to be the damsel. Now all three of Luffy’s boyfriends have had a chance to be rescued by him LMAO

[sunshinediaz]

detours | 2.7k, teen

“Maybe next time we actually talk like two adults instead of waiting till one of us gets a sprained ankle.”  Buck laughs, full and hearty and loud, and something inside Eddie’s chest lets go. Buck’s a sight when he’s enjoying himself, all big and beefy and brawny but so gentle, so soft and tender, and Eddie missed Buck’s lack of inhibition and genuineness. He missed it so much he didn’t realize it was hurting until it stopped.  “Deal,” Buck agrees, scrubbing his hand down his face. He’s less red now—more pink, maybe, like those peonies Eddie planted in the backyard. Pretty. “How’s your ankle?”  Eddie blinks a few times to get Buck’s pink face out of his mind. “It’s fine,” he lies. His painkillers wore off a few minutes ago and he’s had worse, yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s not aching. “I mean, it hurts, but it’s fine. It was partially my fault, anyway.”  “How?”  “I wore sneakers with a tall sole hoping I could get some inches on Tommy and the other guys,” he explains, shaking his head. He knows better—there’s a reason he never wears shoes when he’s doing legs at the gym. “I’m having a hard time accepting I’m five-eleven and a half.”  (Fuck what his doctor says, the half inch is important.)  Buck makes a goofy face. “I mean, it could be worse,” he says, holding both hands up in surrender. “You could be as short as Chim.”  Eddie reaches around on the couch for a balled up napkin and throws it right at Buck’s face. “You’re horrible!” he says, but he’s vindicated in being validated. He ought to now Buck isn’t ever going to leave him to flounder.  “Yeah, yeah. I know.” He picks up the napkin and tosses it back toward Eddie. “I brought your other shoe, by the way. It’s on the table.”  Eddie stretches high like a prairie dog and sees his missing shoe is, in fact, on his dining room table. He snorts and shakes his head. “Just call me Cinderella.”  Buck grins. “Does that make me your prince charming?”  Eddie grins, too, because how can he not? Buck’s here and it’s okay. They’re okay. “Something like that,” he says because he doesn’t think he’d mind Buck being his prince charming. He’s pretty good at being a damsel, at least. 

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[zelreedsandwrites]

Me, opening Google docs to check if the author (who is me) has updated her fics:

Fics: *are exactly the same as I fucking left them*

Me:

[s4ndg3m]

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