#He makes me SICK

[4istrion]

Any Glodell fans?

Might actually be one of my best rendered piece. Actually insane omfg....

He is also very stupidly pretty....

[sugurusladyknight]

editing and reposting on a new blog!

@sugurusladyknightt

rustling bedsheets. 24:32. cold, dark, winter, sunday night. the home was quite, it hardly felt like your home, and you're alone, and he's late to come home. you're brushed your teethed 5 times and had to redo your skincare more than you'd care to admit from how many times you splashed cold water on your face. now, you turn in your bed again pulling the blankets closer to your body, like a second skin, fulfilling the same purpose as the thick fur coats of animals this time of year. it's not even that late, only 24:33. why the fuck is the clock moving so slow.

and if your being honest with yourself it was none of your business that he was running late. whether he'll come back home to you or not. if he's hurt. you don't care what is keeping him. who. what if he was with someone else. images of him, your dearest friend, your dearest suguru, with another flashing behind your eyes. his sharp violet eyes focused on someone else. their hands in the inky hair he takes such good care of. he let you braid it once, that means something. ...right?

what if he's touching them. ever so gently, the same way he handles most things, perfect form sitting on someone else's couch, or bed, or floor. his soft lips that somehow never seem to be dry brushing with those of another, his laboured breathes and pretty smile and his perfect laugh after bumping teeth or foreheads or whatever and

suddenly your sat straight up, back stiff, hair in a mess and eyes blown out. you still see the scenes of your beloved and other playing behind your eyes. getting out of bed. pacing. anxiously. biting your nails as you counting to pace the expanse of your room. back and forth. and back and forth. and back and forth. his room is across the hall, you could smell him if you walk passed it. it was neat, though you don't spend much time there. softly you open your door, as if there was some there who'll hear you. you start off slow, pacing back and forth in hall, you wanna tell yourself you pace doesn't slow when you walk past the stairs trying to hear if he's there and no you haven't run up to the window to see if that was his bike or just... a fucking bird???

worried is how you feel. worried and anxious and helpless and scared. he's good, incredible at helping with prevent ming these feelings from rousing, as if sugurus presence alone was safety and comfort incarnate. if peace were a person. your still at the window, just paying less attention to your initial goal of looking out for his bike in favor of overthinking (how fun is that!)

the overwhelming noise from your racing thoughts makes it feel like it's much less quite than it is. then you hear it. the click of your front door opening. shit. you wait. just a moment. heart racing. suguru? or someone else? you hear who ever it is take a step, then two. it's him. shit again. panic if a different sort rises up your throat. it's suguru. you know it is. but she shouldn't know you worried. or that you up at this hour. you've spoken to him about how you would have to get up earlier than usual recently because of an unfortunate shift in you schedule. he'd be upset your losing sleep waiting up for him (simultaneously elated you'd wait up for him to return to you. he always will. but that isn't your business to know.)

walking as quickly and quietly as you can you make it to your room, gently close the door and slip back under your sheets. exhale. trying to slow your strangely rapid breathes, you find yourself a little smug about how graceful your escape had been. eyes closed. breath slows. pretending to be asleep. you are just wayy too good.

suguru steps into your shared home. deep breathe, it feels like the first time he's gotten to breathe all day. it's slow, he wants to savour it, coming home. coming in to you. his usually sharp concentrated eyes feel droopy and tired. he's thirsty, and freight fully his lips are dry. the consequences of being dehydrated he guesses. he's making a conscious effort to make sure he doesn't lick them, that'll only make it worse in the long run. quick mental note: never forget your lip products, dry lips will make your day that much worse. broad shoulders slumped, his body feeling too heavy for him or carry right now.

it's dark, the lights are all out. quite too. your probably asleep. he thinks back to what you had told him about a sudden shift in you schedule, as he bends down to remove his shoes, some of his hair falling out of its careful arrangement and over his shoulders. he wants to rest. you said that you'd be doing a lot more far to early in the morning, and so you'd need to be in bed earlier than usual. that's what he thought, until rushed, heavy steps can be heard? a quizzical expression finds its way to his face, and a moment later, after successfully removing one shoe, he straightens his body. he can tell it's you. those are your steps. then a thud. you fell. the first instinct is to check that your alright, but before it really registered, you make a quick recovery and dash to your room slamming the door in a hurry. now hold on now.

feeling a mixture of what the fuck and amusement. what the fuck because aren't you supposed to br asleep?? you'd have to be up in a few hours. you'll be exhausted. on the other hand he wanted to brush out laughing because you must've been trying to be subtle. we're you waiting for him. the thought makes his cheeks warm, his heart skip a beat, and a weird butterfly sensation in his stomach. it's dead quite now, so he removes his other shoe, and places them both down, pulling out one of the shoes from the pair he knows your planning on wearing tomorrow. he looks for the matching pair, fishes it out, and puts the pair of them together next to his. he'd do anything really if it meant convince you, fishing out the missing shoe from the unexplored and very unorganized coat closet you share. you won't have to worry about not finding one of them in your morning rush tomorrow. he'll be asleep then, but still, suguru wants to be a part of your day. he hangs his jacket, next to yours again. that's where it's supposed to be. quickly grabbing a glass of water, he makes his way up the stairs. he makes his way to you.

your still in bed trying to listen for what he's doing when you hear soft steps coming up the stairs. okok show time. you've hyped yourself up to... fake sleeping!!! deep breathe and bam. eyes closed breathing slowed, perfect. he knocks at the door, suppressing your giddy smile, he's smiling too though you can't see it.

he opens the door ever so slightly and gently calls out to you. god his voice pronouncing your name is what you'd go to war for. anything really would be too little of an ask in comparison to hearing him call out to you oh so sweetly. when you don't respond, he takes a moment to contemplate his decision and weighing his options (a very gruelling task btw) and walks. suguru sits at the edge of your bed, and it's not hard to keep your eyes closed. you see him anyway, the way his hair is framing his face, the way he's sitting, the curves that make up his face and neck. his steps sounded tired. you wish you'd stop the charade and ask if he'd want you to help him bathe with his hair. he looks at you 'c and you wonder if it's common for people blush while sleeping. you wonder is he'll buy it. he doesn't. but he says nothing and so you continue your charade. he moves to sit on the ground next to your bed and the absence of him is felt immediately. shifting in you pretend sleep, you curl into the space he was just occupying. your closer to him now the back of his head only a breathe away from the kiss you desperately blow him. he drinks from the glass he'd brought up with him before he starts speaking. he tells you about his day and he doesn't spare the detail, and he tells you about the dry lips he's had to deal with all day. it's hard not to let out a chuckle at his awful misfortunes. he speaks and speaks and it lulls you to sleep. feeling the weight of the day slowly leave his slumped shoulders. he keeps your company and speaks until his words start to slur together and he falls into a comfortable sleep on the floor next to your bed. he's home now.

when you wake the next morning, the alarms on your phone go off and your quick to shut it off. checking to see that you haven't woken him up. you grab your blanket and cover him with it, trying to adjust him so he's more comfortable. and then your off, getting ready. making your way down you check the time on your phone and your all good on time. you make yourself breakfast and leave a note for suguru on the counter and some cut fruit. you can only hope it gets him to think about you in all the ways you do him.

all you've got left to do is check to see that you have everything you need, keys, phone, your lip products, and all your other essentials before slipping on your shoes and making you way out the door. though you don't quite remember that you've put them there.

[tivxtl]

Currently listening to malevolent, pondering Arthurs design like the orb

[shrewisweird]

memories.

[scriblesandbits]

So his horns probably hurt like hell while they were growing right

(also bonus doodle)

[myfandomhalf]

We as a fandom moved on waaayy too fast from this panel because why is Dazai looking at him like that? He looks SO fond and soft. That’s no way to look at a man holding a gun to your head. Even though it was part of the plan, he still had full trust in Chuuya and that he wasn’t about to kill him, he’s so relaxed he doesn’t care about that gun, in this moment all he cares about is Chuuya

[puppetviolence]

coward

[korrioak]

Some young stanford hi

[gannonssweetandsuave]

ok sure

whatnots under

full sketch, decided to cut it because there was 2 much free space. looked awkward

ref

when i first met him I had been playing for hours on end and I was so motion sick I thought I was gonna pass out. I could barely read what I was saying to him.

[redfirefox-55]

So much anger in such a small package

[taeggukxiie]

why is it that my comfort character is one depressed mf with too much trauma and issues hidden behind a smile bc he doesn't know how to express real emotions anymore-

[kitakami-kid]

live footage of my brain

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

Dallas Winston childhood headcanons

• his dad and brother called him tuck as a nickname

• he used to have a teddy bear named baby, he took it everywhere with him and would introduce it to people as “my baby”

• was TERRIFIED of bed bugs

• New York’s a pretty scary place for a little kid, he would wake up randomly to the sounds of sirens or gunshots

• every time he was woken up he would run to either his dad or brothers room and sleep with them

• big mama’s boy even tho he never actually met her

• his big brother used to steal comic books for him to read, he liked captain america

• literally idolized everyone in his family, especially his dad

• spent every second he could wearing his dads police hat

• he wanted to be a cowboy :(

[cyberniix]

who up hiding their love away!

was going to save this for fiddleford friday but whateva

[moonsintwo]

"May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you." - Zainab Aamir

[average-riot]

Noah full name noah total drama island-world tour (hyphenated with Alejandrando total drama world tour's name)