#i hate u ❤️

[rainswept]

Emo<3

i know who you are. i’m aware it said on anon but i do not care. come fight me off anon!! u don’t have the guts!! empath (derogatory)!!

[lemonlimestar]

my beautiful baby girl. i mean they. i mean boy. i mean

[rninies]

jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware.

[fadeintoyou1993]

someone's gifsets are not the place for your annoying ass to say you hate whatever they giffed btw. no one asked you're obnoxious and u make this website miserable

[someoldfires]

this one goes out to my slayer!guillermo enjoyers (that includes nandor)

[amygdalae]

my anon opinion is that you seem cool and nice and quite stylish but I have a kneejerk disdain for anyone who gets lots of praise online so you know.. two wolves inside me

That's valid actually

[krynutsreal]

ok here are the previous taka week doodles

prompts were : fashion, AU, lookalike, and future !!!!!

sorry for the quality as always

[229zmi]

JUMPSCARE

PAIRING: Bokuto Kōtarō/Reader

CONTENT: established relationship, kisses

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

BOKUTO: hey hey open ur window PRONTO i need to tell u something STAT

YOU: what

BOKUTO: love of my life what part of that do you not understand I’M. OUTSIDE

YOU: WHAT

Sure enough, there’s a knock on your window and, after you haphazardly kick off your blankets and crawl over to the window and yank open the curtains, you find yourself face-to-face with a hideous, glowing, white face that resembles something you might have seen in your nightmares once. Before you can scream, however, a hand reaches up and pulls the scary face off to reveal another face underneath it, one that you recognise all too well.

You scream anyway.

“Bokuto Kōtarō?!” you screech, loud enough for him to hear through the glass. Your boyfriend just beams and nods in a manner that is too relaxed for your liking considering the horrific sight you just witnessed, and then he motions with his finger for you to open the window.

You do so with shaky hands that contrast your sharp glare directed toward him. Once there’s no longer a glass barrier separating the two of you, Bokuto is swift to lean in for a chaste kiss. Not that you’re complaining, but you feel like there are some things you should unpack first before you start romancing and all.

First and foremost: whatever thing you just saw a couple of moments ago.

You glower at him as soon as he pulls away. “Kou—“

“Why do you look so surprised?” he asks, sounding mildly confused. “I texted you I was outside, didn’t I?”

“I know that,” you hiss. “I just wasn’t expecting you to wear whatever that— that thing was. Actually,” you pause and crane your neck out the window like a giraffe to stare at the offensive object in his hands, narrowing your eyes at it suspiciously, “what is that?”

“This?” He sets it down on the windowsill in the space between your hands, front facing up for you to see better. It looks like an ordinary ski mask, except a design has been embedded into the fabric beneath the hole where the eyes are supposed to be, neatly sewn in the shape of a wide toothy smile that reminds you of something out of a horror movie. “It’s a ski mask. You know, like a, uh— what’s it called. Bald cap. Ah, no… that doesn’t seem right. Bala…clad? Hm…”

You purse your lips as his monologue continues on for another moment or two before the realisation clicks and he snaps his fingers.

“Balaclava,” he declares proudly, like he’s just made a profound discovery. Even puffs his chest out and places his hands on his hips for the full effect. “Keeps my face warm from the cold.”

“Uh-huh,” you say eloquently, not bothering to comment on how ugly the design is, and then you peer over the edge of the windowsill and nearly evaporate at the sight of his attire: a t-shirt for some band you don’t recognise, regular old pajama pants, and flip-flops (and no socks either, dogs out and everything for everyone in the neighbourhood to witness!). Definitely not suitable for the dangerously low temperatures right now.

Hurriedly, you wrap your hands around his frigid ass arm and begin pulling him through the window… or at least try to. He laughs at your feeble attempts, placing his also very cold hand over both of yours fondly. Glaring at him, you aren’t sure what’s so funny about you trying to save your boyfriend from freezing to death.

“What’re you doing?”

“Get inside my room,” you command instead of answering, though you think it gets your point across just as well. You jab in the direction of your room with your thumb for emphasis.

“Wow, okay, uhm.” The corners of his lips curl up into a smirk, and in an overtly bashful manner, he gazes up at you through his eyelashes. “At least take me out to dinner first.”

Actually, on second thought, maybe he can freeze for all you care. You resist the urge to shut the window, close the curtains, and go back to sleep.

“Stop roleplaying like I’ve just asked for your hand in marriage or something. Just get in here.”

He visibly perks up at your words. You think that if he was a dog, his tail would be wagging right now. “Marriage?”

“Kōtarō,” you emphasise. “I’m serious, it is so cold outside.”

“Yeah, I know that. But I’ve got a bala-whatchamacallit to keep me warm, y’know.”

“It’s counterintuitive when you’re wearing flip-flops and short sleeves!”

“Alright, alright, fine,” he grumbles. Much to your relief, he swings a leg over the windowsill, making sure to push the curtain aside first so that his foot doesn’t somehow get caught in it like the last time  he snuck into your room this way (he shudders in embarrassment at the memory every now and then), before hoisting himself through and tumbling onto the floor of your bedroom with a grunt. Before he even has the chance to compose himself, you drop a weighted blanket onto him without warning for no other reason than for your own short-lived entertainment.

“[Y/N], what the hell,” you hear his muffled voice exclaim as he thrashes around for a few seconds, and then his head pokes out from under the blanket with a pouty expression, “I almost suffocated!”

“Ha-ha.”

“This is no laughing matter!”

You ignore his words, opting to shut the window before plopping down onto the floor right next to him. Wordlessly, Bokuto takes the opportunity to shift his head onto your lap, allowing you to card your fingers through his hair while his eyes flutter shut.

You spare a glance at his relaxed face, squinting your eyes as if it’ll magically improve your vision in the darkness of your room. His face is fully flushed from the cold with the tips of his ears practically vermillion, so much that it almost makes you want to scold him again for not dressing for the weather. An obnoxious shadow eclipses his profile, though you can distinguish the vague shapes illuminated by the moonlight that outline his cheekbones, his nose, and his lips.

He opens his eyes; you catch sight of a twinkle in them as he reaches up and places a hand against your cheek in an affectionate manner. (You think you could sit like this forever, just you and him, if the universe allowed it.)

“Hey,” you start softly, “what was so important that you had to come here and tell me to my face?”

“Huh.”

“When you texted me. You intelligently said, and I quote, ‘Open your window, pronto. I need to tell you something, stat.’”

“Oh. Yeah,” he says more to himself as an afterthought. You blink, a second of silence passes, and then he shrugs. “All I wanted was to spend some more time with you, that’s all. I didn’t really need to tell you anything.”

Before you can interject, he adds, “Except, I love you.”

You try to contain your smile, but Bokuto’s is contagious. “You’re so cheesy.”

Nevertheless, when he leans forward to capture you in yet another sweet kiss — and this time, you find it a little more romantic without the sight of his horror movie-esque ski mask preceding it — you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at him in the slightest.

[lightbulb-warning]

i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself

[sunrizef1]

I need drivers and teams to start hating each other again

The part of football that makes is so good is the visceral reaction I get when I see a Man United or Everton shirt that makes me want to kill everyone in my general vicinity and then myself

I don't really get that with f1

[wulvert]

does avery know she's a lesbian? like did she ever have That Revelation or. like does she have internalized homophobia does she refuse to admit it etc im So Curious.

i think she for sure knows its probs just in the back of her mind & she tries not to think abt it. I dont think she would never come out bc like i dont see her sitting her family down and telling them she has feelings, that would kill her immediately. she probably just had piling evidence against herself tht could no longer be denied so she just put that away & vowed to never speak of it though she probably has admitted it to kelly at least once while drunk & never brought it up again. but like i think most people can tell.....

i think she would feel similarly if she was somehow straight, shes kind of too insecure about everything abt her to think anyone would want her so talking abt liking anyone would kill her no matter what. but straightvery would def be less distressed abt it. whereas i think real avery she just clams up fully & refuses to continue the conversation if dating is brought up bc she physically cannot manifest the will to share her thoughts. so like shes def got some weird internalised homophobia thing going on, despite paperteeth world like probably not being super homophobic. like i dont feel like having homophobia as an obstical in dumb vampire comic, itd feel weird to me idk. maybe she absorbed all the homophobia like a sponge, saving everyone else & dooming herself to shame and sickness. we will never know.

[2129888]

[sameboot]

A pair of cosmic horrors known for meddling with the mortal realms

[bfdifan26]

so i finish the episode right. and then ijust

[camzverse]

i could probably like or even love william afton if he made any fucking sense to me as a character

[radiantarray]

i see ur ghost trick posting sometimes in the tags and it is great seeing another person love cabanela 🤝🤝🤝 I didnt even THINK about it before but imagining cabanela getting that box in a no sissel post execution au is heartbreaking. CABANELAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEAHHHHHHHH CABANELA HEADS UNITE!!!!

also YES can u imagine. he’s so convinced that jowd did it bc jowd literally staged the scene but he’s fighting to find the manipulator the whole time bc he thinks that’s the only reason. turns out jowd didn’t even fucking do it but didn’t trust(??) cabanela enough to tell him and cabanela only finds out after he’s dead. i think it would break him if im honest