#☼ [silly]

[sarastuss-a]

saw a girl so ethereal i started panicking

[sentinelspecies]

I sure hope that orange canary guy has not run to space. That wouldn't be too great.

That would be really, really bad. He would've had to arrange for someone else to deal with your meltdowns in his absence.

[battydora]

tw: nsfw!!

i am, so so sorry

[singsofsilver]

gay people real ?

[losojos-decupido]

🍪+4

Box in hand, and no one left amongst those he knows to challenge with the remainder of its contents, one blue champion (well, not in pocky games, yet) wanders campus in search of competitors. Down the halls of the monastery, his gaze lands on a boy he guesses is around his age, even if he's a fair bit taller.

"Hey!" Al calls out, shaking the package of cookies in front of him with a grin. "Have you played yet? Try me!"

seated at a small table near the garden, fogado idly sips tea and watches all of the games unfold before him. from what he's observed, some have led to... interesting outcomes. some have been more mundane!

...oh, but who's he kidding. they're mostly disastrous. one guy kissed a girl, not knowing her boyfriend was behind him! another tried using it as a way to confess... forgetting that the girl she asked was allergic to dairy! boy, for a game seemingly about kiddy crushes, pocky sure had a way of making things go downhill mega-fast.

despite all of that, well... fogado wishes he could get a little more into it. he feels depleted; either he's danced around kissing others or he's, ahem. Encountered Some Choice Characters. it's hard wanting to go further after this.

but it makes people happy. so he's got to!

someone with blue hair---close to his age, fogado gathers---approaches him with a brilliant smile and an eager shake of cookie box. fogado looks for the nicer things, like how cute this guy is and how this flavor isn't one he's had before. yeah, he can do it. especially if this guy wants to play.

" ha ha, sure! i haven't been too much of a winner, though... " with a smile of his own, fogado stands and pulls a stick from the box. pocky in mouth, biting commencing...

( 1d6 = 2 )

a gust of wind breezes over him and makes him shiver, causing just enough force for the pocky to break. " aw, dang---i'm really not good at this, am i? " he laughs, rubbing the back of his head. " by the way, i'm fogado. nice to meet'cha! "

[roronoacherries]

something about the way jacob portrays usopp makes me really giddy. it’s like he’s the heart of the crew and everything he says makes you giggle, whether it’s meant to or not.

[mskwtz]

Oh yeah by the way this America Mohawk is not my canon not long term no thank you

[breezypunk]

Vaughn invites Goro to join him at the Black Sapphire, also accompanied by Reed, whose less than joyful. Maybe he doesn't approve of he and Vaughn's relationship, or maybe he just wants to see where Goro's loyalty truly lies.

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"You should be dressed by now, you know how I get when you put on a button up shirt where it is not buttoned up." Goro let out a sweet sigh from his mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on the dress shirt balled up in his hands, Arasaka logo on full display. Why was Reed making his wear this? What was the purpose?

Vaughn stood feet behind him, almost dressed. The white button up he wore was in fact not buttoned up, his toned figure showing proudly under the soft cotton, and black dress pants he was forced to wear sat just so on his waistline. He hated everything about it, he hated dressing up. He hated seeing Goro so deep into his thoughts even more, especially when it wasn't necessary.

"You don't have to wear that y'know? Reed just wants to get a rise out of you, he doesn't even know you. Wear some sparkly shit like me, we can twin it." Vaughn wasn't used to giving Goro the pep talks, it was always the opposite. He only ever knew Goro's comfort, always judging himself for not being able to give Goro the same comfort, because Goro always held in his problems.

"Oh V, that sounds wonderful, I want nothing more than to wear sparkles and sequins with you. But I.. I must do this."

Vaughn sighed so heavily it almost made him lightheaded, he was worried about this the moment Reed mentioned the word Arasaka. Goro wasn't over it, he couldn't have been, not with the dress shirt bundled so tightly in his grip as if his life depended on putting it on.

"Dammit, Goro.. You have nothing to prove. It's just a shirt, and if people recognize you, you'll be done for. People don't forget, and clearly neither do you."

For a brief moment Goro didn't say a word, but his grip loosened on the shirt until it fell onto the table, the sleeve coincidently covering the logo. He placed his hands on the table and finally opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. Vaughn could tell he wanted to say something, so he remained silent. If it was meant to be awkward so be it. but Vaughn couldn't leave the room until he knew how Goro was really feeling, until he knew what was really going on his mind.

"I can see how this would worry you." Goro's voice was mellow and soft, but the echo was still loud, almost too loud, it started feeling even more hot in the room. "Do not let it."

"Why not? You held onto that shirt like it was the last thing you would ever do. Reed mentioned the word Arasaka and you immediately broke out into a cold sweat. You gonna tell me what's really going on?" Vaughn tried so hard not to let his anger get in the way. But after all this time..

Finally Goro stepped back from the table and turned around. He stared into Vaughn's eyes for what felt like a lifetime. Vaughn stood there, expression blank, his arms were resting on his sides, shirt still unbuttoned and wrinkled, and he could see a slight shine on Vaughn's chest, nerves always caused him to sweat a little. The thing Goro loved the most about Vaughn was even when he looked his messiest, he was still the most beautiful man in the world.

"Your hair is a mess." Goro smirked.

"I'm leaving." Vaughn went to walk away when he felt a hand grip his bicep. He couldn't help but grin, Goro was such a sucker for him, and ditto, Vaughn definitely wasn't actually going to leave.

"You take one look at me, V, and think I see an Arasaka logo and will jump ship to go back to them. You really think this of me?" Goro kept his grip on Vaughn's bicep, but Vaughn could feel his thumb rubbing what should be his skin, not the fabric of the button up.

"Why are you letting it get to you than?" Vaughn voice was just above a whisper, the white's of his eyes glistening in the tiny light coming from the room behind them. they pierced Goro's skin. Goro realized Vaughn was genuinely scared.

"I think.." Goro paused for a moment, letting out the tiniest sigh. His grip left Vaughn's bicep and instead lay his entire hand on Vaughn's chest. "It brought me back to a bad moment in my life. Moments I did not realize were bad. Or.. maybe not so much bad, just not the life I wanted to live anymore."

"It was bad."

"Yes.."

"You're reminded of that, and so you feel like by wearing it you have something to prove, like stickin' it to Arasaka, like.. 'haha I can wear your shitty suit and not feel some type of way about it.' right?"

It was incredible to see just how much Vaughn really knew Goro and what he was feeling. He may not have thought he was the right person to take away Goro's pain, when he couldn't even take away his own without Goro's help, but Goro appreciated the way Vaughn just effortlessly knew what to do, knew what to say.

"Turns out I still hold a grudge." Goro leaned his head onto Vaughn's shoulder, Vaughn hand immediately running his hand threw his soft hair that fell on the center of his back. "Can I tell you something, V?"

"Of course." Vaughn stepped back to take in Goro's expressions, his face was so beautiful, he loved the way Goro had to look up at him, the little grins he made every time he looked into Vaughn's eyes, that no matter how shitty he felt, Vaughn's presence alone was the cure all.

"When I left for Japan, I had two options. I was given the option to stay with Michiko, remain married to her, and become head of Arasaka. Saburo-san practically begged. Michiko laughed at this, she knew.. She always knew." Vaughn's eyes widened, he knew Saburo wanted him back, after taking over Yorinobu's body, he wanted a new life, something more quiet.. But he didn't know he wanted to pass everything over to Goro of all people.

"She knew you'd what, not accept it?" Vaughn's genuine curiousity made Goro chuckle.

"Yes, exactly. She knew how I felt about you. While Saburo-san begged me to stay, she begged me to leave."

"So you left.."

"I packed all my bags and I came back to you, V. It was a no brainer. I do hold a grudge, and also.. nothing could ever make me regret the choice of coming back to you. It was the best choice I ever made. The nomad life is better for me anyway. More freedom, more room for me to breathe, more you." Goro lifted up his hand to move a strain of hair from Vaughn's eyes.

"You're such a sappy fucker, shut up and kiss me." Vaughn grabbed Goro's face as gently and forcefully as he could and pressed their lips together. They barely had time for it, but it didn't matter, nothing else mattered as long as they went through life together.

The softness of Goro's lips mixed with the roughness of Vaughn's sent sparks through the both of them, the tiniest of moans escaping Goro's mouth as they took a brief second to breathe. Vaughn could feel Goro's fingers clawing into his back, as he peppered in small kisses along the nape of his neck, what were they supposed to be doing again?

"Okay we get it you two, as if we aren't on a time crunch. Fuck later." They heard the annoyed but endearing voice of their new friend, Alex standing behind them, arms crossed, eyebrow raised but a very obvious smirk plastered on her face. The room was suddenly brighter, when did that happen?

Reed on the other hand was less than amused, but let out a deep sigh. "I still don't get it. But maybe I don't need to. Nomads and Corpos, what a wicked ass combination."

"Ex corpo, makes a better nomad anyway." Vaughn winked at Goro before turning around to face Alex and Reed. "We're almost ready. Get him a different su-" Before he could finish Reed was already throwing Goro a new suit. It sure as shit was sparkly.

"Now you two can twin." Reed's eyes rolled.

"Wait you heard that?" Vaughn asked, rubbing the back of his neck slowly.

"We heard everything." Alex started, chuckling at the redness appearing on both Vaughn and Goro's cheeks. "You're both disgustingly sweet. Reed may have a stick up his ass, but.. you're good for each other, I can see that." Alex relaxed her shoulder and stuck her hands in her pockets. "But now you have a job to do, get ready, we are still playing for time." Alex walked out of the room and left the two lovebirds alone once more.

"Red huh, it'll match my black nicely." Vaughn felt the texture of Goro's suit.

"We are a good match are we not?" Goro whispered into Vaughn's ear, than placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Let us do this and get it over with, so later I can show you how to properly take it o f f."

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[avixthecat]

it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts

so muchies much hurt i need that one spanish song that my spanish teacher played in class today yep thatll definitely help i dont wanna wait until morning anymore this is terrible why did my dad give me pain medicine i cant blinding breathe because it hurts when i do i cant pick up the blinding vacuum because it hurts so much hurts hurts hurts hhh

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ hold still. this might sting a little. / michael @ rory! ❞

He shouldn't have liked this so much—sitting in front of Michael, a hand tilting his face while his best friend tended to his wounds. Another fight, of course. Rory was all scrapes, scratches, and bloody nose. He had grinned at Michael afterwards like there wasn't blood seeping into the spaces between his teeth, a dull throb starting in the bridge of his nose and radiating outward. ( Lucky the bastard hadn't broken his nose again. ) He liked the contact, never accustomed to gentleness and ever giddy to get it from Mike Afton of all people. The pain was worth it, both for Michael's concern and for the ( additional ) time alone. Rory wasn't gentle, with a harsh tongue and near-permanently bruised knuckles. But here, with just Michael, he let his guard down too. Once upon a time his gaze would have bounced around, avoiding Michael's eyes in favor of the poster on the wall or the clothes hamper. Now, he studied Mike's face. He pressed his cheek further into Mike's palm, the warm contact more effective at soothing than any balm. Subconscious. His face warmed once he'd realized he'd done it. He didn't move, however. ( Why should he? It wasn't like it was weird or anything. )

"I'm used to it." He mumbled, the sting of wet cotton pressed to a thin cut only drawing a faint wince from him. A beat of silence. He watched Mike, taking in every flicker of emotion, distinctly aware of the thrum of his own heart behind his ribs. Why did this always make him feel so nervous? Not like a trapped animal—like a rockstar about to step onstage. Nervous, excitable energy, but with no place to go. "Startin' to think you like being my nurse." The teasing was half-assed, quiet like he might break the moment if he said the wrong thing. Almost added, "You know, I can do this myself," but bit it back. He didn't want to consider the consequences of that statement, or his own dread of them. Instead, mouth finally tugging back into a smile, he joked, "So, what's the damage? Am I gonna live?"

[bluezenzennie]

Me: ( In bed with a migraine, trying to recover ) My friend who's hanging out with me: ...

Me: Are you okay, hun?

My friend: ( mumbles )

Me: Hm?

My friend: Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of plenty.

Me: ( sighs ) oh, valley of plenty, oh. Friend: ( links our hands )

In unison: Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of plenty.

[sarastuss-a]

another day, another time to yap about how much i love ffxiv.

[sentinelspecies]

They shoulda let you go to the club

The club... I would like to be in a club I think. That sounds beautiful. I would love to go there. To The Club.

[battydora]

sensitive neck squad 🥰

[itadorey]

inez are you actually walter white be honest

[roronoacherries]

hi tumblr i miss you