#[ omg I'm sorry this took so long! ]

[seoulmatez]

kuroo + making dinner ﾉ a late night snack wif him in a college au ? i hope ur week treats u well bbie <3

such a cute suggestion — thank u for sending it! hopefully u enjoy :3

you’re usually better about not leaving a mess by the door when you return to your apartment, but tonight is different. you can’t help but messily kick off your shoes and shed your book bag in the growing pile at the entrance. after a long, draining study session, you can’t be bothered to keep a clean house at the moment. anyway, once you catch sight of your carelessness in the morning, you’re sure you’ll be rushing to pick things up.

“hmm,” you hum, stretching your arms above your head. the action feels good after being stuck in a chair for the past few hours and it seems like now that you’re home, just within reach of your bed, the exhaustion is finally catching up to you. “to eat or to sleep…” you ponder over your choices.

“i vote for the former.” kuroo chimes in from behind you. he replicates your movements, dropping his bag and stretching a bit before he turns and makes his way to the kitchen. “food is fuel, you know,” he tells you matter-of-factly.

“yeah, well, so is sleep. and that sounds like it’ll take a lot less energy than eating.”

he snorts at your reasoning as he surveys the contents of the refrigerator. it’s more bare than he remembers it being—the two of you are past due for a trip to the grocery store. still, he doesn’t let that stop him from trying to convince you to stay up just a little longer for a meal. “fair, but we skipped dinner. you should try to stomach something small at the very least.”

your bed is calling your name, you can hear its tempting whispers from down the hall, but you sigh and nod, joining kuroo in the kitchen to find a replacement for the dinner you missed in favor of reviewing powerpoints. the task seems like a tall one when you get a look in the fridge.

“what do you suggest?” you ask from beside him, “loose lunch meat doesn’t sound too bad.”

he laughs and pinches your arm at your unserious approach, which earns him a pinch back for ever daring to pinch you. 

“what about ramen?” kuroo proposes, lifting an arm to open the cabinet that holds your shared supply of noodles. unsurprisingly, there’s quite a selection of instant ramen at your disposal. “we’re never short on that.”

you take a few seconds to consider it before agreeing—something quick and warm should be satisfying enough.

“take your pick.” kuroo gestures to the multiple differing packages and you point at one—your favorite brand—for him to pull down. he grabs that and one for himself, closing that cabinet and opening the one that houses your pots. the kitchenware clangs loudly as they knock against each other but kuroo doesn’t seem to mind as he juggles the two, carrying them to the sink to fill them with water.

you busy yourself with opening the colorful packages and fishing out the seasoning packs while kuroo brings the pots of water to a boil. other than the gas from the stove and the occasional rustling  of  plastic, a still quiet falls over the kitchen. it’s far from tense or awkward and there’s a beauty that comes with it—being able to enjoy the company of someone without having to share words. and it isn’t lost on you how kuroo tries to take on the bulk of the work, emptying flavor packs and stirring the contents before you get the chance to grab the chopsticks.

he even pours the noodles into your preferred bowl and takes it over to your tiny dining table for you.

“i would have eaten this straight from the pot, you know,” you tell him, sliding into the chair and picking up your utensils to dig in. 

he’s known you long enough to be able to read between the lines of your speech—what you really mean to say is that he made extra dishes that you have no intention of washing. it makes him smile on the other side of the table. “i can handle the dishes.”

“don’t worry, i’ll help you,” you say in between bites. you hold his gaze, blowing on the noodles hanging from your chopsticks. “as long as we do it in the morning.”

he swallows a bite of his own. “deal.”

[dreadseadreams]

[txt -> my heart 💜]

[ txt → my little uwu bean ♡ ]

[TXT]: i suppose i should hide the mirrors then

[TXT]: wouldn’t want you to eat yourself

[myreia]

✦ D A R K K N I G H T

Abyssal magic comes effortlessly to her, and therein lies in the danger. Too much grief, too much rage, too much love. Forces bent on tearing her apart from the inside out. Her aether twists around her blade, setting the runes alight, unrefined magic pulsating in the palm of her hand. When she reaches into the abyss, she feels a strange serenity, content with the knowledge her enemies will certainly fall. The question remains as to whether she herself will be left standing at the end. —level 90 compendium

[muzzlemouths]

/slides into inbox and strikes a pose/

looking at u with big eyes

Okay <3

[smoosey]

Unseasonable, for your prompts. <3

"It wasn't supposed to rain today," Obi-Wan comments, but in truth it's lovely, lovely, the midsummer rain light and cool and misty where they walk under the wide sweep of the stars, belly full, warm and tipsy and flushed and alive.

"We've had worse surprises," Cody says from beside him, and Obi-Wan laughs, because the Force is singing all around him, and Cody is beautiful in the rain, and there's something buoyant in his chest that makes him feel young again and quite in love with every star and raindrop, the wide galaxy and every soul that shines in the Light of the Force.

Cody's watching him laugh, eyes warm and dark, and then he's taking his hand, leading him into an alcove where Obi-Wan lets himself be sheltered by his heat. Obi-Wan raises his robe over them, and kisses him in a hallowed space, alone with Cody's smiling lips and reverent hands and his good, good heart.

(AKA: I saw this gif and lost by entire mind...)

[theroyalsavage]

i know i already came into ur askbox gushing abt how ur into one piece AND aftg but like i just saw a tsc post of urs from like 10 days ago and NDFCJDKSMDNFEJWK ITS STILL INSANE TO ME!!!!!!!!

did tsc kill u (bc it killed me.)

needless to say tsc ate my brain like a very efficient woodlouse. alas i read it in a single feverish sitting and now over a week and a half later i keep thinking of random things i want to say about it and cold texting them to my loved ones who a) don't know what the hell i'm talking about and b) at this point are too scared to ask. like sorry you guys just aren't thinking about the Themes Motifs and Parallels in a book series about mafia lacrosse. maybe you need to reassess your priorities and get on my page

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Okay so if the whole wedding debacle hadn’t happened (which I’m still mad at Bonnie for because we deserved a Kai redemption arc and to see him finally have a chance to see what family could really be like and we could’ve had it if she hadn’t sent Kai back to a prison world) this is what I’d like to imagine uncle Kai would be like with baby Lizzie and Josie

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTUwT1C/

HOW did this ask escape for so long?? I'm so stale.

BUT YES, that is so much the relationship they'd have, I'm giggling!!

And same, I'm so bitter that we couldn't have a redemption arc. I feel like Kai wouldn't be bad with kids as long as he isn't competing against them for 1.) having importance to the family / coven, and 2.) literal survival. Someone who's the eldest of six other kids, I actually think would be quite good with them, given the chance. Ugh, I so wish they kept him around and we could have scenes like that. And Jo / Liv / Bonnie, etc. all terrified and waiting for him to lose patience / mess up, but every time, he proves them wrong. 😭

[desi-yearning]

My friend is leaving for a different state and I don't know what to feel

[mando-of-esverr]

❝ Hutts in bikinis? Sounds like an improvement. ❞

With a burst of static, Darius cracked up, curling forward in a bout of half-suppressed laughter!

He didn't know who said it, whether it was one of the clones or one of the insurgent cell members helping in the battle against the Federation. But between the shots of the Droid Dikas, battle droids, and the general mayhem of being pinned down by the enemy, the sudden visual of a Hutt in a string bikini was too absurd not to laugh at.

He tried to suppress it and line up a shot but withdrew again as another bout of wheezing laughter escaped him. He moved to try again but aborted before turning to the Jedi beside him. "General, please," he said, still half-laughing. "Don't make the Mandalorian laugh! You're throwing off my shot!"

Unable to contain his horrible giggles, the Mando finally reached down to his belt and grabbed an ion pulse grenade, activated its timer, and bowled it toward the patch of droids behind them.

[kingdom-of-mxginica]

[terroreigns] did someone say crack The Third

“Why are you trying to sell my trash back to me?"

Out of Context Skyrim | @terroreigns

"Because you ultimately want your trash back. You have something called thrower's remorse, and I'm helping by alleviating that guilt." Malik says throwing a used jack in the box bomb back at the embodiment of chaos.

Plus, he isn't a garbage dumpster. Though the other may think differently.

[arklay]

RESIDENT EVIL → DR. DIANA WESKER

"This is how a girl becomes holy: first she becomes empty." — Brynne Rebele-Henry, Prelude

[templates × & × — insp — playlist]

[datshitrandom]

Post gifs from your 10 favorite shows without naming them, then tag 10 people.

thanks for the tag @justgleekout & @bitbybitwrites ˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

seems that everyone around here has been tagged so i'm only tagging you @darrencrissishotasfuck (no cheating ;PPP)

[aintashes]

@lovingpromise's lee said: ‘ i'll vouch for you, it's fine. ’

     this feels like a recipe for disaster. to be fair to lee, though, being brought to new places and having to meet and scrutinize new people always feels that way to daryl. nowadays things can go wrong with people at the drop of a dime; they're more dangerous than the dead most of the time, emotional and unpredictable in a way that walkers never are.

     it's why he was so hesitant when lee suggested that daryl come along. this isn't his thing— joining in somewhere and feeling like he has to prove himself. like he has to be vouched for the be let in. but he'd followed lee here despite his feelings because he seems like a good man; someone he could maybe even learn to trust in the long run.

     what does daryl have to lose anymore, anyway?

     ‘ you got that kinda pull here? ’     he asks, eyeing lee from his position at his side. daryl studies his expression, looking for signs of doubt or any reason that he should turn around and high-tail it before he becomes trapped in a situation he doesn't want to be in.

     ‘ — you sure about this, man? ’

[lightsiided]

Leaves a box of freshly baked muffins in the kitchen, smelling deliciously of lemon, chocolate, blueberry. In actuality, they are all ghost pepper flavour. (They're intended for Thor, sorry you've found them first Rey.)

     her husband is so DARLING. he is constantly leaving delicious food out for her when one of them is too busy to be with the other. between the baby and the school and so much excitement, lately, those moments are more frequent... but rey relishes the treats all the same.

eyes light up when she sees the muffins -- so artfully prepared, so wonderfully inviting. they smell excellent and look even better. she doesn't hesitate before reaching for the chocolate one and taking a large BITE.

immediately, she knows something is wrong. the bite is spit ungracefully out onto the tabletop. her nose scrunches as her eyes water. it is extremely unpleasant, wholly unenjoyable. her darling husband surely wouldn't BETRAY her this way -- this has to be someone else's doing.

but there's no one else in the house -- or at least, there isn't now. more importantly: she needs some water, as quickly as possible. her face feels as if it's on fire, flushed and stinging. who would do something so terrible to such a beautiful dessert?

@emeraldxphoenix

[cruelprincae]

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜ from locke!

Reclined with both legs draped over the armchair's arms, Cardan's mouth opens into a dramatically exaggerated yawn, one that reveals gold-tainted lips and a sharp set of fangs, ever so slightly more elongated than the remainder of the Gentry. The drowsy inhale is met with a sharp exhale before his mouth purses and he hums a thoughtful murmur, all the while making it a point for his black eyes rimmed in a halo of gold to not meet the redhead's fox-like amber hues; partially due to meaning to further unnerve the other, by making him believe his fate rested on little more than one of the Prince's capricious, wild and temperamental decisions ― for which he is particularly known for amongst the Folk ― yet mainly because he still does not trust himself to be able to look Locke in the eye without bursting into yet another fit of violence ― one that Nicasia would be unable to stop, given her intended absence the last handful of weeks after the incident herself and Locke the two took place.

Even so, the mere sound of his voice ― melodic, song-like and weaving, ever so always weaving ― bothers him, and it requires a great amount of effort on his behalf to keep his own sharp features nonchalant and void, as though he is drunk on Faerie wine and any semblance of thought currently eludes him. Alas, he does not miss the wavering speech ― near identical to how his voice had faltered when he caught him and Nicasia, nude in his chambers ―, that minute pitch of fear in the other's voice and he pretends not to hide the slight curl of his lips in the prospect of the thought that Locke fears him.

Good, he decides with evident satisfaction. He has proclaimed himself to villainy, after all; he is worthy to be feared.

❛ You believe yourself to be so important that a Prince of Faerie will dirty his hands with you ? ❜ Comes the lazy response, escorted by a high arch of a manicured brow beneath the golden, leaf-like circlet resting just above his brow. The Prince's head turns to face him, and for a brief moment, it appears as though he is looking past the other instead of at him, buried deep in thoughts ― but such is minute, and soon enough, his lips curl into a wicked grin that gradually spreads across his ethereal features, promising cruelty. And cruelty he would deliver. ❛ I care not what happens to you, nor the fish Princess for that matter, ❜ A dismissive wave of his hand is offered as one leg gracefully crosses over the other upon the chair's arm. ❛ You may indulge in your little. . . dalliance, for as long as your heart desires. However, you should keep in mind you broke the engagement between land and sea, and Queen Orlagh is exceedingly displeased with you. ❜

He does not mention that it feels as though as weight has been lifted from his shoulders upon the prospect that he will no longer have to spend his life as a consort by Nicasia's side, in the dark, watery tomb that is the Undersea's palace, nor the fact that he has spared him from the murderous ploy Queen Orlagh had in store for him as soon as her daughter's claim to the throne of Elfhame had been established. It matters little in this instance, and it would only give the Fae a footing to spin the story in his favour and claim that he only acted in Cardan's best interest rather than himself's.

With a swift motion, similar to that of a feline, the Prince is sitting upright, with his body now fully turned to face the redhead. ❛ Perhaps, you ought to be more concerned with how many fish and shrimps you have enraged rather than my pettiness. I hear Queen Orlagh is quite. . . creative, when it comes down to her ways of vengeance. Thus, to answer your question: nothing. I do not intend to do anything, for the Undersea will do it for me. I believe, it will be rather entertaining sitting idle while a bunch of Nixies munch on your skin the next time we go swimming. ❜

[robo-dino-puppies]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

purring kitties, a warm and slightly breezy day, moonlight bright enough to see by, pics from space telescopes (honestly they can be so overwhelming they make me cry sometimes), and group movie or show watch parties :D