#sick of the sun

[texaschainsawmascara]

Down In A Hole - Alice In Chains / Vincent Van Gogh / When It Rains - Paramore / Phantom Bride - Deftones / Isolate - Sub Urban / Sick of the Sun - Poppy / Heavy - The Marías / Kill Me - The Pretty Reckless / Skipping Days - Lolawolf / Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain / Feeling Sorry - Paramore / Sex Money Feelings Die - Lykke Li / Antlers - Ethel Cain

[tojisun]

the first time it happened, he’s rendered speechless.

big man, known for his indisputable strength, and yet there he is – bundled in the softest blanket you own, tucked in the sofa while you warmed up some soup that frankly got his stomach grumbling.

he is still overwhelmed, slow blinks and quiet rasps of breath replacing his usually sharp focus. the clamour on the coffee table would have usually yanked him out of the fog, and yet there he remains, drowsy as he turns his attention to you.

he tips his head up just enough to watch you place a bowl of soup in front of him, your furrowed eyes shifting towards him in to check if he is still awake, and he doesn’t know what it was that you saw to have the worry fizzle into something tender. replaced with something so soft it almost made him ache.

a pretty smile graces your lips, and his lungs burn. he tries swallowing the lump lodged in his throat as he ducks his head down to avoid your eyes, unusual shyness thrumming underneath his skin, because this can’t be real.

you can’t be real.

“c’mere, baby,” you whisper, falling beside him with a tiny hum, shorter arms reaching towards his bulk to pull him towards you.

his eyes flutter close at the first brush of your fingers through his hair; the tips of your nails – pink acrylics, he catalogues – scratching his scalp just as gently.

he ignores the way his lips wobbled when he feels you press a kiss on the side of his temple. it was a quick brush, just another reminder of your softness, but it was enough for his senses to pick up on your scent. he doesn’t know what it is exactly but it is something so familiar. something that feels like home.

“y’r okay,” you tell him. he breathes in deeply, holding it, before exhaling with a tremor. your arms tighten around him. “y’r okay,” you repeat.

he remembers the tiny box hidden in his drawer, stuffed underneath his clothes, and promises, soon.

— simon (ghost) riley, toji fushiguro, aizawa shouta

[strawberrymothteeth]

*crawls out of hiatus to hands you this*

[beetle-beep]

Thinking about the DCA as kindergarten teachers....

[merrigel]

I want it back = I drag its dead weight forward

[eggcromancer]

It's my birthday!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ🎂

[ash-and-starlight]

one day, in a thousand years

[ohno-the-sun]

Continuation of this

Sun is also going through it

Please enjoy it it took months 😭

[strayingsocks]

macaque being an annoying bastard (i love him)

bonus:

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Soooo Hanahaki disease am i right?

Part 2 Part 3

Luckily the guys arent in as immidiate danger as y/n because they can just open up their insides and get all that stuff out before it gets too bad... they could also just try to get over y/n but they would never do that

And y/n is just having a time being helplessly in love with their animatronic coworkers, too afraid to confess and too stubborn to forget about them

White clover and forget-me-nots if anyone is interested

[ningadudexx]

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A buncha stuff from march i forgor to post 😿😿

extra doodles ( ; *_* )_/🍲

[spadillelicious]

✨✨✨Future LDR scene doodles✨✨✨

Featuring DJ-to-DJ-communication, protective Moon and a Sun kiss!

(...Drawing djmm and y/n being friends makes me so happy for some reason?? Like, finally an unproblematic friend for y/n!! And I'm imagining djmm squashing sun like a bug if he tries anything >:)) /hj )

[tojisun]

“where’s your little girlfriend?” johnny asks, his voice slurring.

simon just hums, angles his head a bit, and nods somewhere on the corner – a vantage point that he had been guarding for the whole night.

“there she is,” simon grunts. “my perfect girl.”

[termonitu]

There is no feeling like staying up till 3 and waking up at eight, sleep? never heard of her.

Bonus:

[martinsorbit]

hes reading