#it all started with that one hoodie

[nicomoon69]

Tim and Bernard share a closet and it’s 80% Tim’s clothes that fit Bernard perfectly because they’re oversized and 20% Bernard’s clothes that are normal size so they’re oversized on Tim

[eelektroenthusiast]

So... pjsk has had a chokehold on me this last few days ( cyberpunk dead boy won't leave my brain help)

[kazoo-the-demjin]

Kevin Day in mid-sophomore year fearing for his life and sanity whenever he hears the question "yes or no" being passed around between his roommates until he figures out they now use the same thing for casual shit too

[Kevin, in his head, about Andrew and Neil: Relationship status: psychic]

[puppypeter]

I want to read about Jamie courting the hell out of Roy, wining and dining him, bringing him coffee in the morning, leaving him pastries on his desk with a sweet post it note, buying him flowers, making him hella flustered and panicky at the lack of control because that's always been Roy's role when dating someone

[fuckingstupidbracket]

like a regular bin, not even recycled or anything

[descendantofthesparrow]

"hold on Ben's calling me again, Hi Ben…yes shes okay Ben, yes she's here Ben. No you cannot come see her, its bad luck!" Audrey the Ben wrangler becuase he wants to see his almost wife before the wedding really really badly(rewrite royal wedding/rewrite bal)

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[turtleblogatlast]

My rambling is always cut off by the tag limits 😔

[sugarsweetvirgo]

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Trust

A glimpse into Eve and Kaiba's slow and very shaky start into a relationship, along with how Eve acquired her favorite choker.

[windshieldwiper]

itoshi sae spread :D

once again doing my best to include shidou because I love him 💪💪 he lives in my mind rent free

[herearedragons]

the Posca markers I ordered a while ago have arrived

you can use Posca markers on fabric

I have a bunch of plain hoodies

projects acquired:

dragon age hoodie

pillars of eternity hoodie

dnd/dungeon master hoodie

[iero]

xshikigami put up a reprint of the ‘Live by the sword, die by the sword’ Bullets era hoodie if anyone is looking for one still! Preorders are only up until next week! Use code ‘SHIKI22′ for a percentage off (but only for the next three days)! 

[shuu-org]

MAYBE IT'S SILLY BUT...

[emotinalsupportturtle]

the main reason I will always be obsessed with David Tennant is that fundamentally, we share the same mental illness

[coffee-bat]

they're driving to mcdonald's at 2am

[softquietsteadylove]

Thena and Gilgamesh at beach party, you choose the AU

"Princess?"

Gil chuckled into his beer bottle. He looked over his shoulder, although Thena stepped over the log he was sitting on of her own volition anyway. "You takin' my lines, now?"

Thena settled herself on the log in front of his small little beach fire. She looked behind them, at the main - huge and roaring - bonfire most of the party was seated around. "Not a marshmallow person?"

He snorted, setting down his beer to give her ladyship his undivided attention. "Do I look like a marshmallow guy?"

"Hm," she smirked at him and his little challenge, resting her chin in her palm, "you are surprisingly soft on the inside."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart," Gil balked at the suggestion that he was soft. He gave her his meanest look, "I give you my sweater one time, which I want back, by the way!"

Thena raised her brows at him and then looked down at that exact hoodie she was currently wearing over her sweater dress.

"Doesn't make me soft," he scoffed freely. He gave her a curious look, the fire in front of them offering a soft glow while the larger fire behind them illuminated the back of him. "So, what are you doing here anyway?"

Thena tugged her skirt over her knees, "well, Sersi wanted to come and see Dane."

"Oh," Gil gave her that stupid smug smile, "that so?"

"It is," she huffed, holding her chin high. "I let her loose into the gaggle of people over there, just so long as she doesn't reek of alcohol when I take her home."

Gil nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "And you decided to keep me company?--I'm honoured."

"Okay," Thena scoffed, pulling the hoodie around her tighter. "Get over yourself, please, for the sake of your own dignity. I don't want to be over there any more than you do."

"No, really?" Gil gasped loudly, leaning into her personal space. "Her Highness doesn't like a bunch of drunk idiots trying to convince her go skinny dipping?"

"Don't forget that they stink of cheap beer," she pointed out, even indulging in a laugh that drifted up into the air like the tiny fire's smoke. She looked at him, "what about you?"

"What about me?" Gil repeated, still not having picked up his beer since she sat down.

Thena peeked behind them again, "even if they're not your favourite people in the world, there is at least free food and beer over there."

Gil leaned back only slightly, looking up at the stars. "I mean, I mostly came because I like the beach at night anyway. I looked at what they had over there but there's nothing really good. Me and my six pack are just fine over here."

Thena tilted her head at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder. "You're much more popular than you think, given your willingness to deny the public your mysterious charms."

Gil grinned at her, "you think I'm charming?"

She froze, blinking at him, just for a second. Then she looked back at the fire, clearing her throat, "it is a figure of speech, actually. I can explain it to you, if you like."

Gil didn't mind her prickly response. If anything, he seemed excited by it. "Will you wear a sexy teacher outfit?"

"Are alcohol and sex truly the only interests you have room for in that head of yours?"

"As a matter of fact, no," he countered proudly, leaning into her space again. He even slid over closer again, this time meeting her hip with his. "I have a more recent interest I'm pursuing."

Thena shivered, although it was a funny contrast of feelings. She wasn't any colder--maybe half of her felt chilly, in comparison with the half Gil was leaning against now.

"What about you, Thena?" he asked in that softer voice he could have sometimes. "Any...interests?"

She wasn't entirely sure what he was asking, but it didn't seem like something she wanted to answer entirely honestly. She cleared her throat again. "If I do have interests, what exactly makes them your business?"

"I guess nothing," he shrugged, and the movement that left a gap between their shoulders let in the cold again. "Just asking."

Thena looked at the fire again, rendered quiet by the whirlwind of conversation, in addition to its rather abrupt end.

"Just that if you were interested in any-" Gil shimmied his shoulders, jostling her faintly, "thing...then you should follow through."

She fidgeted, left with the distinct impression that she both didn't know what he meant and knew exactly what he meant. She shifted on the log, his hoodie tucked under her posterior. "You think so?"

Gil looked at her, and despite his lazy kind of facial expression, his eyes were warm and intense, like they always were. He tucked some hair out of her view and behind her ear. "Yeah, I do. You're too kick-ass not to pursue anything you want, Thena."

She blushed. Her eyes drifted back down to the fire, unable to bear the weight of his undivided attention. She toyed with the strings of the hood. "Can I...hold onto this?--just for tonight!"

Gil chuckled, finally picking up his beer again, although it was further away than even he had thought it would be. He groaned as he stretched for it, "tell you what, Princess. You keep it for as long as you need. And when you have anything you wanna tell me - or ask me - then you can bring it back."

"Well," she squirmed, but Gil stood and dusted his butt off (from which she averted her eyes).

"Not that I'm not enjoying this," Gil chuckled, "but I think Sersi might need to be rescued."

"Oh?" Thena stood as well, looking over at where Sersi was being her ever popular self. "I thought she would have found Dane by now."

"Dane's not here, Thena."

"What?" she turned, but Gil had that look on his face that told her that he had known that this whole time.

"He's on house arrest since he was late getting home from that party last weekend," he smirked, tossing his now empty beer to the sand at their feet. Of course he would say 'house arrest' instead of calling it being grounded. "And he told me that he told Sersi that already."

"Wh-" Thena bit her tongue. It had been she who had suggested to Sersi that perhaps Dane would be at this little gathering. And now both Sersi and Gil had let her walk right into an ensnarement. "You-!"

"I'm flattered you wanted to come see me though," he grinned right in her face, showing off his teeth as the v-neck of his t-shirt billowed in the wind.

"That is not-!" Thena smacked him on the chest (which was unpleasantly hard). "I came to return your sweater! Although, since you said I could keep it, then I suppose I'll be off!"

Thena wasted no time in stepping over the log and back towards the crowd. If she looked back, Gilgamesh would just be wearing that stupid smug smirk of his. He thought he looked so good doing that. "Sersi!"

"Thena!" her younger sister jumped, startled by her war cry. She stood, unminding of the boys on either side of her.

"Come on," Thena grumbled, grabbing her by the hand and not even pausing in her step for Sersi to arrange her willow legs under her. She wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. "We're going home."

"But," Sersi sputtered, barely able to toss away the beer she wasn't allowed to have. "You still have-"

"I know I still have it, let's go!"

[vargaslovinghours]

Do you love the colour of the Scriabin