#i promised... i swore

[wishmasters-muse]

Oh damn.... he kinda cool tho....

[hoshiina]

— a guy asks for your number ft. hoshina, narumi, reno

warnings: mentions dick and profanities in hoshina's

[acaesic]

this clip is eliciting normal emotions out of me

[rekindlevn]

aha.. ahahaha....

guess who drafted the posts and didnt queue them correctly!!! (￣ ‘i ￣;) ME! (Meow! is the moron)

Sorry sorry guys! lets get that spam going!!

[songtwo]

idk i think my bf might be developing a drinking problem and i just don’t know what to do…..

[umbralundertaker]

I guess the pretentious music snob in me prevents me from feeling this way often, but for some songs I'm not like 'I can't believe other people don't like this, this is so good, theyre insane for not liking this'

I kind of just feel sad that they don't like it. like some songs are so fucking good if you just like the genre and take the time to listen to it. I fully understand that some people just plain old don't like some type of music and that's fine, but I feel like they're missing out.

[mazojo]

No because it’s been 12 hours since I read chapter 303 of M!Ik and I am still in shock

[thychesters]

#wipwednesday! some zoro pov pining but not realizing acknowledging he is until he finally goes “oh. oh lmao.” or sanji kicks him in the head. whichever happens first. (this part is set right at the end of alabasta!)

there’s an awful lot of chest touching in this fic. a lot of “bro. you got a new scar bro. bro, u hurt bro. will it ever heal or will you carry this forever?” and chopper screaming “of course it’s not going to heal if you keep touching it!”

also called “the pine trees fic” because he’s PINING and an entire forest will grow before zoro admits anything. | text under the cut:

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, voice barely above a murmur.

“S’okay,” Luffy says. “Whrrya doin’?”

“What?”

“Said,” he tries to sit up a little, though it’s accompanied by a groan and Zoro gently nudging him to lie back down again, a small spark of panic shooting through his veins. He’s seen the wound for himself and knows it will haunt him for a while still: the bloody mess of Luffy’s body, the (commendable) knowledge that he fought in that condition, and that he wasn’t there. “Ah, what’re you doin’?”

“Came to check on you.”

“Oh. Okay. Yeah, I’m here,” Luffy says, eyes already slipping shut again. For a split second he thinks he’s fallen asleep, right up under a cool hand reaches for his own, fingers looping around his wrist. Luffy’s gaze is half-lidded as he looks up at him, somehow stern even on the cusp of unconsciousness. The same hand he drags toward his chest, toward the upper part of where the bandages lay, where his skin is warm to the touch and alive.

He’s met with a surprising amount of resistance, instead of the usual give in his flesh. As tactile a person he may be, he knows Luffy doesn’t like being touched. But now he finds he wants to pry as much as he can, wants to digs his fingers in and see how far his ribs bend, with a sick, twisted feeling that coils in his gut, like part of him wants to burrow himself into his chest, and all Luffy does is watch him with bleary eyes, blinking himself awake.

There is a reassurance in there he didn’t know he was looking for, and his next breath is smoother, though there’s a shakiness to the beginning of his inhale.

Luffy tugs again, a little more insistently this time, and so Zoro follows to settle down beside him. The mattress dips under his weight and his movements are awkward because Luffy refuses to let go of him, but he lies at his side, Luffy rolling his head on his pillow to face him and holding his hand against his chest.

Zoro can feel the rise and fall of it, the thump of his heart if he lets his fingertips press against the flesh a little more. Luffy’s asleep, snoring loudly in the next instant, but Zoro remains awake for a little while longer. With the cool desert breeze rolling in he could almost imagine them on a dinghy again, Luffy asleep beside him and limbs entangled as he keeps watch. He watches him longer still, even as his breathing evens out and he drools onto his pillow, and something hot and angry, scorching the back of his neck in the desert sun, crawls up the back of his ears, threatening to dig its nails into his hair and yank his head back to leave the column of throat exposed like a fool.

[emily-mooon]

It’s thinking about Jancy hours for me right now.

[toa-greatmind-nothingislittle]

my sister is coming back from college today which means many things but among the best are:

i get to show her all the tumblr posts i tag “for my sister” (she hasn’t seen any of them since winter break)

i’m picking her up from the airport which means jamming out to music together!!

updating her on family drama

giving her her birthday present!!!! her birthday’s in june but she has a summer internship so she won’t be here for the actual day :(

talking theology!!

going to shabbat services together!!

and last and possibly most important: informing her that our mother has taken to looking at old pictures of us and our siblings when we were younger and for some inexplicable reason calling us “twinks”

[mer-se]

“I remember ‘chasing storms’ with you and your mother” :’)

[marsjoram]

i’m so sorry like four people tagged me in a post of a crocodile maybe a week ago and i can’t find it 😭😭😭

[aloeverawrites]

Everyone saying that the democrats and republicans are basically the same are seriously offending the republicans. Literally The Conversative Promise- Project 2025 is pretty much just:

"The democrats created some basic protections for (gag) minorities. In retaliation we're going to be like Ronald Regan and also ban terms like "gender identity" and "abortion" from our laws and schools.

We will make things so much worse for them don't worry guys."

I swear to you I'm literally paraphrasing-

[lemonsbakery]

He's right... I am a murderer. But until six months ago, I was just an ordinary high school girl Do you remember what you promised? We're not going to lose anyone close to us again. We swore that we would always be there for each other... No matter what happens though, I promise I'll protect you. We swore that we would always be there for each other...No matter what happens though, I promise I'll protect you. If you were a boy, I might actually have fallen for you if you weren't careful Come on. Maybe I'm the one who should have a crush on you on you on you on you on you on you on you on you on you on you on you on you on you

[voidedjuice]

Grief and longing amplified over millennia

[deanwinchestergf]

i love being a lesbian but sometimes it is soooo hard to remember how much i tried to not be a lesbian like. why did i ever put myself through all of that :(