#lmfao idek

[crushedsweets]

Baked vday cookies

[airplanemoded]

[thxta]

[captaintrio]

Got drunk and changed my url...yall heard of hot cross buns? Get ready forrrrr.....hot cross GUILD. I was dressrosinante and now I'm this. Enjoy~

[snacobie]

I’ll just give him more hugs myself

[alukaforyou]

if nardo was a kdrama, this would be the mads photoshoot for 1st look / dazed / w korea to promo the hashimada vote episode.

[cherrytraveller]

everyone better watch out bc im gonna take your sad pathetic middle-aged characters and turn them into my poor little meow meows

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[rejamart]

the essence of your chivalry, isn't it, is to devote yourself to the service of what you cannot have.

unlit version. i have a commission to do tomorrow that has a lot of fancy trim and i wanted to test out some techniques on some personal art, am iffy on using it on a comm (not sure it's nice enough) but I think I can make it work if I try, so I will try.

this has been my "personal piece to work on between stuff" thing for the last few days, and then it also turned into "I worked for ten hours straight and I want to paint something" after work @_@

[soporificshoebill]

okay the new tntl musical 2 is just. fucking excellent from start to finish. nonstop bangers, wildly funny, everyone is having a blast while being Very Talented. my only thought after finishing it is, as angela puts it:

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[yoisami]

tags. nanami kento x gn!reader, comfort, 0.7k wc, i wrote this with a broken heart and a mind full of nanami thoughts so to be honest i don’t know where this went at the end lmfao

the weather is hot. 

perspiration decorates his forehead and neck, glittering beneath the malaysian sun. it cascades down his skin, shining like priceless jewels, before nanami wipes it away in one movement with his handkerchief—the one that you awkwardly stitched white hearts onto. his collar is unbuttoned, acting as a preview of his painfully defined clavicle, but it’s not enough to relieve nanami from this heat. 

the heat isn’t terrible, but it’s not too pleasant either. though the sound of the choiring waves on his left is somewhat refreshing to him. the cerulean ocean is truly a sight to behold, and it’s what he’s always adored to see in his lifetime. the wind gestures for the tree leaves to dance, and like ballerinas, they’re twirling to a song played by a distant pianist. nanami shuts his eyes as the breeze kisses his fatigue away, and he’s smiling because he can now rest. 

he’s been expecting this day for some time now. this is closure to his life of suffering; this is praise that lets him know he’s served his role as a jujutsu sorcerer exceptionally well; and this is the introduction to his new life—one that allows him to do everything slowly. 

but nanami misses you. 

you’re most likely at home, folding all the fresh laundry away before heading to bed. you have a habit of sleeping late, and even though nanami’s been with you for five years now, this habit has never been rectified.

maybe you’re nuzzling into the apartment’s armchair, waiting for him to return home because the bed would be cold without his warmth, or maybe you’re watching the clock, witnessing the numerous disappearances of many minutes because the span of their existence was meant to be short. but tonight, unlike every other evening you’ve spent in you and nanami’s shared apartment, you’ll be watching the clock for a very long time. 

regret clutches onto his heartstring—nanami wishes he could have at least said goodbye to you. 

“goodbye? who’re you saying goodbye to?”

his eyes snap open instantly upon recognising your voice. why are you here? is this a trick crafted by his mind? is he hallucinating? 

your fingers encircle his wrist, and he reckons that your touch feels a little too real—a little too familiar. nanami turns his head, and your smile greets him first. 

he examines you for a short while, his eyes jumping from one place to another. there’s a delicate crease near your eye when your smile grows a little wider, the freckle on your arm is in the same place, and the thin wound on your finger from yesterday’s papercut is still present.  

for some reason that he doesn’t understand, you’re really here in this place with him. in a pair of beach shorts and a random, oversized t-shirt that nanami owns, you’re standing beside him as if you’re supposed to be here. 

“no one,” he whispers, lips curving upward. “i’m really tired.”

when you respond to him with a soft hum, nanami steps closer to you. “you’ve worked hard, kento.”

it doesn’t take you more than two seconds to motion your lover into your space, welcoming him into your outstretched arms. he chuckles silently to himself before he invades your bubble, feeling your arm around his back. you carry the scent of laundry softener, and that successfully comforts all the nerves in his body as he leans into you.  

nanami believes you’re a magician who makes him feel better simply with your touch. while magicians needed top hats and wands to cast their magic, all you ever needed were your hands. gently and rhythmically, you would pat his back to the beat of his heart, and nanami would be rejuvenated. 

and you’re doing the same thing now—he’s smiling into your shoulder, hand moves down to your hip. “thank you.”

you lift your head up to face him. “what’s with this sudden wave of gratitude?”

in his life that was so short and in a world full of impurities, you selflessly loved him during every moment. he was always so busy in his life—fighting evil and protecting the innocent—that nanami wonders if he was able to return the love you gave in those past five years. 

now that his mission is finally over, if he didn’t love you enough in the other world, nanami could simply love you more in this world. 

“just felt like it.”

with you here with him, he can truly rest well now.     

© yoisami 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

[eternallyunrested]

[lunarharp]

into the deep end - 30k T orufrey fic, focusing on memory trauma, disability, and romance.

the sweet oblivion of the victim, the poisoned freedom of the other.

for one moment - it had felt like two parts returned - the needed reunion of two disparate halves. no more secrets, no more pain.

the moment you get to give back what you never wanted to take. that moment, under the night-blooming flowers, when they had both let out the same single broken sigh of relief.

but they were never whole to begin with, were they?

qifrey swore he wouldn't say 'sorry' to this man any more if he could help it - sorry is cheap now. he didn't want to be in a position ever again where you only have 'sorry' left. so he just looks down into the threads of his blanket, strains his eye until it hurts, feeling his insides - his throat, heart and head - burn with pain. he expects more, but olly says nothing.

olly says nothing.

[virgilsoccult]

"The Grim Reaper, hidden in the darkness, opens his merciless eyes once again."

[hetalia-fannn]

Dunno why but I REALLY love Aph America's name, Alfred F. Jones. If this ain't the most stereotypical American name then I don't know anything lmao.