#idk I woke up

[sereinreality]

He has a quest for you!

[kroosluvr]

i had a dream a while back that maruki's palace was a gorgeous grand cathedral (though dilapidated, abandoned, and overgrown) kinda like this. also in the dream i was goro akechi idk what that's saying abt my subconscious

[hajihiko]

💕

[anaie-russie]

she WILL NOT change her mind

[homosexualcitron]

So many theories of why Ivan did that well this is my take

[bulldagger-bait]

I've always been curious to know this about the people around me. Most people have been in severe pain, but in my experience few have had what they would say is their 10/10 experience. I guess it's just something I find fascinating, as I had my 10/10 experience quite young and I sometimes forget that not everyone has. In my opinion it changes your relationship with pain and how you engage with it afterwards. If you answered yes, feel free to elaborate on your circumstances in the tags!

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[alchemistc]

"What's this?" Eddie asks, wide eyed and curious as he shifts the papers on Steve's desk, shuffling past unopened mail and timestamps for the page buried beneath it all, and Steve has just enough time to turn in horror before Eddie unearths it.

It - his shame, his fear, his heart laid out in graphite against a backsplash of fine white paper. He'd splurged on the stack of it hidden in one of his desk drawers, a luxury he couldn't really afford anymore but one he'd decided was worth it now that his parents had made it clear they wouldn't be back any time soon to take it from him.

He knows every line of it, every piece of shading, all the highlights he'd agonized over and the spots where he couldn't be satisfied by the shape of the nose, the angle of the jawline.

Eddie takes it in for long enough that Steve can feel time dilating around them, an infinite gasping maw of nothingness and everything all at once.

And when he's taken his fill of it, his gaze flits up again. Meets Steve's, and holds.

"It's me."

Steve breathes. In, out, two careful measures. He swallows. He contemplates, just for a moment, leaping out the window. He breathes. He swallows, again, his throat tight. He breathes.

Eddie in profile, bottom lip pinched by his teeth. Eddie, with dark shadows tilted across his jaw, his nose, his Adams apple, where a curtain of hair blocks out the light. Eddie, eyes crinkled at the corners, smile lines rushing into the heavy dip of a dimple barely visible beside the fall of his hair.

Eddie.

"But -." Eddie stares. At Steve, for a moment, before his eyes flit back to the stark lines of the portrait Steve had liked just enough not to take out and burn with the rest of them.

"I'm sorry," Steve tells him, and he means it. Sorry, for not saying anything earlier. Sorry, for accepting Eddie's friendship and taking advantage of his easy way with people. Sorry for drinking in the sight of him and squirreling away the details of each moment, hoarding each memory away for the long winter that would come to be when Eddie eventually moved on.

"You..." Eddie swallows. Breathes. In and out, a rattle of bones and teeth and sinew Steve is intimately familiar with. "It's me," he says, again, confusion furling out over his brow.

But it's not - he's not -

"I thought you'd be mad."

Eddie startles. "Mad? Mad for - why would I...?" Eyes dart to Steve, studying him. And he knows - Steve has recounted to him every missed birthday and every cool and quiet dinner with his parents, every detail of his surface level friendships before Robin, every hurt he and Nancy ever doled out to one another in their anger and fear and pain. He knows.

He knows Steve just as surely as Steve knows him.

"Sweetheart," Eddie says, in that soft, sweet voice he has for broken things he means to repair.

Steve swallows, and he breathes.

[hoofpeet]

Vision that came to me in a dream last nite

[divaplex]

office au / office siren frylock.... tht nobody asked for (but me)

[cosmicplating]

VIOLENCE 1NCARNATE!

[peachdues]

I’m imagining one of the components of a secret relationship with Kyojuro and how your goodbyes look before he goes on a mission.

We all know how he is with Senjuro — he’s very reassuring and inspiring, always cheering his brother up and hugging him tight. So sweet and wholesome.

Then I’m imagining a movie-style cut scene to the sound of skin clapping hard, Kyojuro panting and groaning and sweaty. His goodbyes with you are not so much a farewell as they are a reminder of who you belong to, no matter the distance. It’s why his fingers dig into your hips, why he arches your back so he can hit that sweet spot deep inside you — he needs you today his name, to blubber it, until Kyojuro is the only word you know.

Plus, his goodbyes before missions serve another purpose: they’re a chance for him to fill you up, to put his claim in you and maybe give you a piece of himself to carry on, in the event he doesn’t make it back. Is it a little selfish? Perhaps. But again, you’re his whether his heart is beating or not, and he wants you to always remember it.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

bekfst

(cheesy omelette is fried mushroom and onion with a bit of leftover cold cuts, toast is made from my usual pullman's sourdough loaf recipe)

edit: i know the colour filter is whack but that is ketchup not jam

[khaopybara]

No one likes being flirted with more than June with her nong View.

[nafohcnis]

DONE!!!!!!

[theladyrebecca2]

El and Mike’s ‘I missed you, but this isn’t working anymore’ vs Will and Mike’s ‘I missed you, and your absence drove me crazy.’

El and Mike’s ‘I couldn’t even write it’ vs Will and Mike’s ‘I tried so hard to say it’

El and Mike’s ‘I won’t see you again for a long time’ vs Will and Mike’s ‘I don’t want to be anywhere if I can’t see you.’

Bylers:

[lotus-pear]

lyn siblings <33