#rambles <3

[ireallyymissu]

does anyone want to fall in love?

~ serious inquiries only ~

[ankaaz]

[10:01pm]

There has always been something there.

Aside from the obvious fact that Kuroo Tetsuro is strikingly handsome, a different type of synergy has pulsated between the two of you. 

It’s the accumulation of a hundred tiny details: leaning over his shoulder to look at this laptop, fingertips brushing as you take a coffee from his hand, bumping against his shoulder; him nudging your ankle with his foot, him leaning down to hear you better, him winking after dropping off some files at your desk. 

It's a healthy rivalry born through figuring out the best graph, the best proposal, the best marketing strategy. Long nights in your adjoining cubicles leading to smartass jabs to genuine tips. Later, it turns to throwing paper airplanes through the spaces between your offices, many landing in the hallway or bumping into glass windows. 

It’s the oscillation of will he, won’t he and will I, won’t I’s. It’s the dim lights of the office and crossing paths as you’re both balancing various items in your arms. It’s watching him roll his sleeves up. It’s catching him watching you pile your hair into a bun. It’s the extra hours. It’s the snow falling elegantly from the sky, large white flakes drifting lazily about and casting the world outside into a surreal landscape of white and wonder. It’s being offered a promotion to a sister company and Kuroo telling you congratulations, you deserve it while glancing away as if it hurts to look at you.

And now, now it’s Kuroo taking four long strides to close the distance between the two of you in the copy room. 

It’s his hands cradling your face, calluses brushing lightly against your cheeks, lips pressing lightly against yours. It lasts for a second and then he’s pulling away, eyes wide and glittering in the winter night. 

Then he’s gone, a choked “Sorry” whispered in your ears. A blush stains his neck-cheeks-ears, and you watch, transfixed in pace as it creeps up, up, up. Gone is the sly, sarcastic man you’ve come to know and in his place is someone that you’d love to get to know. 

For that moment, you’re frozen, lips parted and head still tilted to the side. The copy machine whirs steadily away at its job, the smell of fresh ink and Kuroo’s cologne mixing together.

Once it clicks, you find yourself with raised eyebrows and let out a sound that’s equal parts amusement and disbelief. 

So, you do what you do best, you take control.

It doesn’t take long to locate Kuroo. He’s in his office and it’s easy to sneak inside considering he’s sitting pacing in front of his window, rubbing his face with his hands, muttering softly to himself. The click of his door closing causes him to jolt and he stares at you.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” He blurts out, turning around. “That was very unprofessional and I shouldn’t have put you in a compromising position. I am so, so sorry—”

You close the distance in two strides, your heels hitting the ground with a punctuating force, cutting him off. Kuroo takes a step back, inhaling sharply when his back touches the glass. He stares down at you, swallowing audibly. 

“Why are you apologizing for the wrong thing?”

Kuroo blinks. “What?”

Reaching up, you grab his tie, tugging him down. Mouth brushing against his ear, you tell him lowly, “If you’re going to kiss someone and leave, at least do it properly, yeah?”

This close, you feel Kuroo’s shiver. Shadows slide along his throat as you move back a bit, looking at him. You watch as something clicks in his gaze and his eyes darken. Most of the nervous energy drains from his body, leaving something much stiller and single-focused. His eyes leave a string of fire as they flicker from your eyes to your lips and back.

“Yes or no, Tetsuro?”

“It’s always yes for you.” 

The city is alive in the night, lights casting a soft cool haze through the room. It's snowing harder now and the warmth of Kuroo's body makes up for the chill emitting from the large glass windows. 

You kiss him slowly, deliberately.

He follows your lead and reaches out, wrapping a careful hand around your waist and tugging you closer to him. His body is solid, unyielding, grounding. You reach up with your free hand and tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, guiding him to the left to deepen the kiss. When you begin to pull back slightly, he follows, and you smile against his mouth.

“Someone’s eager.” You murmur. 

Kuroo just deepens the kiss, mouth opening slightly as though to swallow your words—and you—whole.

(He’s waited too long for this to bother with words. Kuroo Tetsuro, after all, was a man of action.)

[fandxmslxt69]

My actual villain origin story is that instead of the F1 Canadian Grand Prix being held in like...Toronto like I originally though it would, so I didn't bother getting tickets- it's being held in fucking Montreal at a race track that I have been to before near one of my favourite amusement parks and I just learnt this and now the only available tickets are the fucking 10,500$ three day paddock tickets THAT I CAN NOT AFFORD!!! AND!! It's on one of the few weekends this month that I have ALL TO MYSELF!!!!

I actually started crying.

[bamboozledchaos]

Would love to be trained in combat consensually irl because I kinda mentally need it

[freakyfairyy]

it's not easy being so sexy and insane but someone has to do it

[yume-fanfare]

SILENCE

the princess

is :3ing

[goldiipond]

if there's anything i've learned from the current state of social media it's that this is one of the worst possible notifications you can receive upon opening an app

[dragonbleps]

what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[poisongardenz]

happy summer to dykes in tank tops and basketball shorts, goths who's makeup is melting, little kids catching frogs and fireflies, guys who just bring their guitar everywhere now, 13 yr olds very obviously in their emo phase during a family vacation, gas station employees, old people sitting on porches, and dogs swimming at the beach

[fangswbenefits]

Man really got hit with that Command: Drop Weapon spell and is now fully disarmed

[sadmages]

In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet

[the-phantom-peach]

skyward sword… yeah <3

Crimson Loftwing

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

[fandxmslxt69]

'Cause what if....

I actually....write something tonight.

What if then.

What happens.

[pollyanna-nana]

So. It’s no secret that the dunmeshi manga gradually changed art style as it went on (thereby twinkifying a few characters…) but I like to think that, in Thistle’s case specifically, it was also a change in perception by the party. I mean…

Early in the story, when all they knew about him was that he was the creepy, all-powerful mad sorcerer? Probably were much more intimidated by him. Same with the reader. BUT….

By the end? Oh, he’s just a little jester twink who writes poetry and can be picked up and slung around like a bag of potatoes. No way they could take him seriously anymore. Literally this meme but in reverse

Little guyification…

[fox-guardian]

I've seen a few "Tim and Alice would be besties" posts and I love it so much cuz like. Tim's sense of humor canonically is mostly pop culture references to movies and stuff, there's no real indication that he's particularly online. Meanwhile Alice speaks like she's been Very active on tumblr for longer than she's been at OIAR CONSTANTLY, she just says the strangest shit all the time. So I just keep imagining a conversation between Tim and Alice constantly having to stop because Tim keeps cracking up unable to breathe over the Shit Alice Keeps Saying and he's never heard any of that kind of shit before, especially not with such a casual, nonchalant delivery. And Alice is laughing because its hilarious how offline Tim is. Hearing the phrase "none pizza with left beef" would incapacitate him.