#. . .like sure ill listen. its okay

[boxwinebaddie]

i am so sorry about this, but for iconic and comedic purposes, and because i think it is my only chance...i think because put jk in all the clean, sleek, minimalistic dark academia fits ( and made him the fkn scariest top dom motherfucker alive >.> ) and put rm!stan as raven in all the thotty gothy hot topic rockstar boy looks ( ilu tiny pants ) ...

i think it's only fair that...

my bitchy, ginger, picky snobby ricky bobby ken doll son, AKA, red hot tire siren, toxic orange pit viper and mean green newjay devil -- who wears more comme de garcons/moshino than prada, imo -- espn celebpretty sh(it) boy, twitter's favorite #cred#head, /my/ precious daytona 500 winning pookie ( dirtbag ) and the #supreme tmz trashed-and-slated nastyboy of nascar racing, the one, the only...

Kyle 'Break Check!' Broflovski <3

should get to wear all the dramatic af, xxxtreme sportyspice, ubergay nightmarish perish hilton, twinky talladega nights, white #trashion, vodka&redheadbull, apple bottom jeans boots w the fur club fits <3

( also just for shits and gigs, pls note: toolshed stan is a super casual, fashionably challenged but unbothered old carhartt beanie, oversized flannel n beat up work boot wearin king...so i'm laaugghingsdk )

like...i am sorry, but this is the right answer:

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

Oh you KNOW this playlist is full of bangers when I've got 4-5 of them stuck in my head at once

[euryvices]

i love my brother more than anything (i can only leave and he can only watch)

i think of you when the cicadas crawl onto their bellies, full and warm and ready to sing. i think of you when the saran-wrap neighbor's kids yell at each other across the room and i can hear them through the ceiling. i think of you when the power cuts out and i dream of your sticky hand clutching mine like a lifeline. the rain didn't kill us then. it won't kill us now. i don't think i'm ready to leave without you holding my hand. but none of this works if both of us are dead and only the cicadas are full-bellied.

[mellotronmkll]

Well it's likely I have covid but the good news is being unable to do anything will really help me finally catch up on my they might be giants podcast

[salad-storm]

Smoking isn't cool

[lwieserce]

i need more friends who are rude cunts about the same things i am so they could bring out my dormant agression

[snowychicken]

IN THE NIGHT IN THE NIGHT THIS IS HOW IT GOES

WE ARE ALL OR NOTHING

IT'S ALRIGHT IT'S ALRIGHT LISTEN TO YOUR BONES

CAN YOU HEAR IT COMING?

[flovverworks]

CHLOE BDAY HIP HIP HURRAY

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[widevibratobitch]

havent heard her sing the 'dignare domine' part today and i realise i may have gotten addicted to it throughout the last few days. im having withdrawal symptoms and apparently a real actual crush on this woman lord help me jesus h christ im in trouble haha

[biueprint]

"It's not my fault, not even slightly"

— Fuuta, right before being voted unforgiven

(backdraft spoilers in the tags)

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

my neverending struggle: do i actually like this au or do i just think jensen would look hot in period pieces?

[queensconquest]

@elxsticlxve​ said: // ➳ for 🕷️owo

( SEND ➳ FOR A GENERATED ANGST STARTER ) 86.“All you care about is yourself!”

   He  knows  Hisoka  has  been  watching  him  for  the  past  hour  with  the  same  intenisty  of  an  army  waiting  to  break  the  gates  to  a  supposedly  impenetrable  castle  to  gorge  its  insides  of  gold  and  treasure.  It’s  admirable ,  almost  flattering  ,  with  how  dedicated   the  man  is.  Chrollo  had  given  him  nothing  tonight.  Not  a  fleeting  glance  ,  not  an  invasive  touch  ,  and  not  the  sound  of  his  voice.  Perhaps  it  was  frustration  that  drove  persistence.  It  was  rather  reminiscent  of  times  before  with  his  false  spider  ,  when  Chrollo  appeared  and  disappeared  like  a  ghost  before  one  of  their  newest  members  when  missions  formed.  He’d  been  aware  of  those  hungry  eyes  from  the  first  time  they  shared  the  same  space.  They  had  not  grown  any  less  hungry  in  that  time  since.

   His  breath  clouds  the  glass  with  each  soft  exhale  as  Chrollo  watches  the  car  lights  below  on  the  street  through  sheets  of  rain.  But  then  it  is  Hisoka  who  speaks  ,  another  attempt  to  lure  the  spider  from  the  figurative  hideout  he’s  retreated  to.  Chrollo  might  always  come  back  when  he  slipped  away  ,  but  it  was  easier  when  it  was  physical  ,  less  so  when  it  was  only  in  mind.  As  if  he  was  living  in  another  moment  ,  untouched  by  forces  that  were  swallowed  in  the  gravity  of  his  gaze.  His  eyes  close  for  a  moment  ,  forehead  pressed  against  chilled  glass  where  he  could  feel  the  winter  air  threatening  to  bite  though  the  glass.  A   moment  later  he  finally  swings  his  gaze  towards  the  waiting  magician.

   “  I  know  you’re  only  seeking  reactions  for  your  own  greed.  All  you  care  about  is  yourself.  “  From  another  the  words  might  have  been  sharp  ,  angry  ,  hurt  ,  but  Chrollo’s  voice  held  no  such  bitterness or  resentful  emotions.  On  the  contrary  ,  there  was  a  knowing  ,  accepting  smile  that  rests  delicately  on  the  gentle  curve  of  his  lips.  Even  this  game  they  had  going  on  was  selfish  on  both  their  parts.  Played  only  because  it  offered  them  something.  Entertainment  ,  intrigue  ,  fascination  ,  who  knew  ?  It  didn’t  matter.  Chrollo  had  already  long  ago  accepted  much  about  Hisoka  even  when  he  was  playing  charades  as  a  false  moon  of  the  troupe.

   “  Don’t  worry.  “  His  head  tilts  backwards  slightly  to  rest  against  the  wall  behind  him  as  he  peers  out  at  Hisoka  from  his  lidded  gaze.  “  I’m  not  broken  any  further  than  my  lack  of  nen  ,  as  you  might  say.  “  

   He  has  half  a  mind  to  go  wander  out  ,  lured  onto  dismal  streets  and  city  fog.  But  he’s  fairly  certain  Hisoka  had  either  bungee  gummed  the  door  or  would  intervene.  He  hadn’t  seemed  too  thrilled  in  the  past  when  Chrollo  had  slunk  back  in  soaked  to  the  bone  after  getting  distracted  while  out.  Could  he  escape  for  a  bit  if  he  tried  ?  Probably.  But  it  was  not  worth  it.

   His  lashes  flutter  to  rest  against  his  soft  cheeks  ,  eyes  closed  for  a  brief  moment.  “  Just  thinking.  That  is  all.  “  His  eyes  open  again  to  rest  on  Hisoka.  “  No  need  to  plot  how  to  catch  ghosts.  I’m  very  much  still  here.  “

  Or  was  he  ?  The  look  in  the  spider’s  eyes  might  suggest  otherwise  sometimes  even  when  his  body  still  moved  and  obeyed  without  hesitation  or  flaw  in  reflexes.  Part  of  him  often  wandered  in  one  way  or  another  ,  refusing  to  pinned  down  even  when  his  body  was  ,  even  without  his  nen.  Some  part  of  him  that  always  danced  JUST  out  of  reach  ,  much  like  whatever  might  make  that  wrathful  fire  flare  and  reveal  itself  behind  the  void.

   Chrollo  observes  Hisoka  another  moment  ,  trailing  his  eyes.  He  has  no  doubt  Hisoka  would  like  to  feast  ;  lick  the  spilled  blood  and  delight  in  warmth  turned  cold.  At  least  for   a  time.  But  nothing  was  infinite.  Not  this  bond  ,  nor  Chrollo’s  self-indulgent  wandering  thoughts.  

   With  a  subtle  sigh  ,  Chrollo  pushes  himself  away  from  the  window  to  settle  himself  into  a  plush  chair.  But  his  head  tilts  slightly  ,  seeming  ,  at  least  briefly  ,  to  return  to  the  immediate  moment  with  a  challenge.  “  I  think  I  shall  again  ,  unless  you  think  you  can  entertain  me  ?  “

[idledreams4]

New vent art dropped guys 🙃

[technicolorxsn]

huh

[ofcowardiceandkings]

Suella Braverman Stop Talking Out Her Ass Challenge