#Dododo

[rennebright]

アコ by DODODO [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[ferngle]

creacher

[desire-mona]

remembered this video i made forever ago

[ygo-monster-type-tournament]

Round 1f, Match 6: Dododo vs. Kairyu-Shin vs. Toon!

Dodododraw // Rage of Kairyu-Shin // Mimicat

[voca-song-a-day]

Today's featured song is: "DODODO" by Hynome feat. Flower! (warning: video contains flashing imagery)

[adhdnojutsu]

Shot yesterday while feeding our chickens.

Draw this in your style!

[chaunkai]

from & dear

どうよ

間にはさまれて

どうよ

いまだに居場所ない

生ぬるく、やさしくされたって

いっそさわらず、過ぎ去って

正直どっちでもいいし

正直期待もしてないし

いきる苦しみ背負っても

ブ��に生きては、いたくない

「わたしはわたしで

なにがわるい」

「あなたはあなたで

なにがわるい」

そう言えるのは

どんな正論廻ろうと

あなたがあなたでいてくれるから

それすら気付けなければ、いえないよ

他安く利用されないで

ツキに頼ってばかりなら

衰えと向き合いつづけなきゃならなくて

ヤミを受け入れられないなら

想像力すら育たないって具合かも

「正直どっちでもいいし」

「正直期待もしてないし」

どうよ

こんな、強がりも

どうよ

そんな、選択も

あらい晒しに憧れるのは

いつもキレイでいたいから？

ふんわりと香る柔軟剤

あなたのすべてを物語る

[awesewm]

[autismexploder]

this video goes so fucking hard. this has restored my faith in humanity

[catacombbee]

vent aiden clark angst. cw: s/h implications

It was a hell of a way to die.

Aiden remembered the moment he realized he was doomed. Everything was shaking. Ashlyn yelled; he knew there was no time. The ceiling rushed down to meet him, and he wasn't quite sure what he said or did as the thumping of his heart filled his ears.

He was about to die. The hairs on his arms stood in warning. His stomach churned, flipping in anticipation. For a brief moment, if he closed his eyes, perhaps he was on a rollercoaster or bungee jumping. Just for a moment, he was somewhere else, his eyes closed as he put himself in all-too-safe danger, wondering how it'd feel if it were just a little more thrilling.

Wondering if death would make him feel more alive.

Death was quick, but not instant. There were enough seconds in excruciatingly painful darkness that Aiden could hear Ashlyn scream his name before the rubble settled upon him and everything went numb.

The next time he opened his eyes, his body was convulsing, jerking unnaturally as he was rejected by his own being. It stopped moments after he came to his senses, but he had no clue how long he'd been seizing before he returned to his body.

He was choking out reassurances. Funny; ironic. Telling everyone that he was going to be okay. He'd laugh if his throat wasn't raw.

But then he saw Ashlyn.

Someone spoke. He couldn't even tell who, and he didn't care. It took all he had left to croak her name, his arms trembling with the need to stretch for her if they weren't pinned to his sides by Lily's vice grip. He shifted; she let go.

Ashlyn crashed into his arms, her fingers curling in a fist around the back of his shirt. A hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. Her fingers were soft, gentle. The feeling of whatever impaled his throat melted away beneath her fingertips.

"You died," he heard her whisper.

He did. He knew before it happened that there was nothing he could do. He wasn't distraught. After all, wasn't it what he'd wanted for years? To feel the moments before death, whether or not he lived to remember it again?

Daresay, it made his heart flutter, knowing he was dying.

But not the way Ashlyn did.

He still remembered the way it felt to hold her, trembling in his arms after he died. Even now, a year later, he remembered the way she shook. Even now, as he gripped his bathroom sink, staring into brown eyes in the mirror, he remembered the look in her eyes after he died.

Sometimes he thought about when he was alone. Sometimes he thought about the things he did to feel alive before he met his friends. About the scars littering his arms, and how badly he wanted to reopen them every now and then when 3 AM came calling for his sanity.

But then he remembered Ashlyn. The way she looked at him. The sound of her tears catching in her throat, "you died," she whispered. The haunted look in her eyes, the question of what he looked like to her before he was alive again.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't see it again.

Aiden went to bed, his weighted blankets pressing into him like a warm embrace. Part of him wanted to talk to Ben, to just admit what it was he'd been thinking, to tell someone that he wasn't as better as he seemed.

But Ben was asleep. Aiden wouldn't dare wake him this late. And by tomorrow he would forget; these thoughts would return to the 3 AM Aiden where they stayed until he once again couldn't sleep.

So he just laid there, staring at the ceiling, telling himself that it was worth it to stay in one piece.

For Ashlyn.

[microcosmtoxin]

guy who only knows music from the weather on nightvale. guy who listens to any song and goes oh yeah like the weather from nightvale

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

venting.

[aloe-plant-yippee]

this is how i feel when i talk about sherlock and co (i know the whole intro off by heart)

inspo/ref under cut

[lily-belle-art]

Gorgeous gorgeous girl

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

a freaky little boy with freaky little powers

[a1c0e]

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