#I love tr

[badtimeswithart]

merboy and bird(bad)boy <3 

[unlimited-nobu-works]

my group chats on private MMO servers

[slttygeto]

hanma who walks you home from school everyday. you know his name and his class, youre not sure if this is even where he lives but he’s never harmed you, nor has he ever tried to bother you beside the occasional “you’re not gonna stop for a snack?” when he notices that you’re really tired.

until one day, youre the one who waits for him by the school gates with two cartons of chocolate milk. it’s not his favorite but he doesnt have the heart to tell you, only grabs it and stares at you intensely.

“what?” you mumble, looking up at him and you don’t notice—but you’re batting your eyelashes and hanma fights back a smirk.

“nothing.”

“you’re barely drinking.”

“i hate chocolate milk”

“oh”

“it’s fine,” you see him chug the whole thing and you stare at him, dumbfounded.

“you didn’t have to do that…”

“I wanted to,” he stretches his arms above his head. “besides, it’s not everyday that someone buys me something.”

“mmm…where do you live, by the way?”

“oh are you inviting yourself?”

“no, it’s just not fair that you know where I live, but I don’t.”

“fair enough.” he hums before stopping dead in his tracks and you’re forced to do the same.

“this way,” he points behind him and it sinks in that this whole time, he’s been walking you home even though you two live in different directions.

“why?”

“why??”

“we live on opposite sides yknow”

“oh, cause you’re cute.” he says, a wide grin spreading on his face as yours starts to feel a little hot. hanma notices with the way you avert your gaze.

“let’s go.”

“not gonna call me handsome?”

“i hope you get a stomachache.”

[kaijuparfait]

hold gentle like hamburger

[rjshope]

My heart is beating, flap-flap Where did my fish go? East sea, west sea Where is my fish?🌊

[zeltqz]

begging for a jealous/possessive hanma that catches someone hitting on his s/o

#—♱𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇♱—#

— syn : hanma doesn't like the fact someone's hitting on his girlfriend.

— cw : nsfw content ahead ⚠︎ - deranged!hanma, death threats, choking, possessiveness, hanma refers to you as his, he almost kills a guy for you, red flag but its shuji so its ok <3

— length : 900 words

— a/n : i love my little red flag lmao. also i listened to house of ballons while writing this so its linked under the title if u wanna listen too lol

“Come onnnnnnn. You’re too pretty to be acting like this.” The man nudged you playfully, inching impossibly closer to your sitting form. “At least tell me yer name beautiful.”

You sighed exhaustedly and raised your glass back to your lips, taking a sip of your water. As you swallowed the liquid, you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. Yup, he looked like your typical wannabe punk. Someone that thinks everybody and their mamas are scared of in the streets. 

Before dating Hanma, you would’ve been scared of him. They’re known for their violence, threatening any person that dares to even walk past them on the street or look at them sideways. 

The crazed look in his eyes, the tongue piercing, the oddly dyed hair; wannabe punk. 

You put your drink down and motioned to the bartender to refill your cup of water. 

“I’m waiting girl. What’s yer name?” He was met with more silence. You could practically feel his irritation growing. “Stop being sucha bitch and just—”

“I have a boyfriend.” You thanked the bartender as he passed your cup back, filled with water. Taking another sip, you peeked over at him again from the corner of your eye, hoping to see him back away now that he knows the truth. 

But you forget who you’re messing with right now. 

“Boyfriend ? I don’t see a boyfriend. Oi!” He motioned over at the bartender, ushering him closer. Once the bartender got close enough, he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and brought him closer. “Do you see a boyfriend around here?” The bartender stammered and stuttered, so he clicked his tongue irritatedly and looked back at you. “Is this your boyfriend? Hah?”

You shook your head, remaining utterly calm. “Nope.”

“Exactly.” His voice sounded amused, as if he’d proved you wrong. “What kind of boyfriend would let ya walk outside wearing this, huuuuh?”

You could feel his fingers trailing along your thigh and closed your eyes, counting to ten in your head. In the midst of your counting, his touches got more bold, trailing them up towards the slope of your waist, up and down your arm. 

By the time you got to seven, you gave him three more seconds to get his hands off you, giving him the benefit of the doubt until the touches suddenly stopped.

You opened your eyes and looked to your left to see a long arm wrapped around the mans shoulder, the kanji sin tattooed big on his palm and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“Is there a reason you’re groping my girlfriend, hmm?” Hanma’s voice was sickly sweet and the man went red in the face. 

“No! No reason. Just mistook her, that’s all.” He smiled, showing all his teeth, hoping Hanma would let him off easy. 

“Mistook her?” Hanma hummed, confused. “Baby, did this man mistake you for anyone?”

You looked him deep in the eye for a second and fought back the urge to laugh when his lip started trembling, hoping and pleading in his eyes that you’d lie for him. “Not really. He actually even questioned your existence, Shuji.”

“I didn’t!”

“You did.” You grinned and watched the full fear sprout on his face.

“She’s lyin—” The hand resting on his shoulder quickly moved to his throat, squeezing until you saw veins forming down the length of his arm. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to calm the roaring pulse between your legs as you watched your boyfriend currently choking the fuck out of your harasser, all with a calm smile on his face.

“Don’t kill him Shuji.”

He winked and squeezed a little more until he went red in the face, his eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Let go. He’s not worth it Shuji.”

“He touched what’s mine. Death would be the easy way out for him.” As if to prove his point, he began squeezing tighter and you knew if you didn’t stop him, you’d see the light in his eyes slowly fade. 

The chair squeaked as you slid off it and walked up to your boyfriend. “Shuji. Let go. He’s not worth it,” you repeated, voice a little firmer. 

Shuji had a deadpan look on his face as he stared at you, as if examining how serious you were. If he were to kill him right now, cleanup wouldn’t be an issue, your attitude would be. You’d stop talking to him for at least a week and ignore all his advances which would piss him the fuck off. 

“You’re so fucking lucky I want some pussy tonight,” Shuji said lowly in the man’s ear before letting go. 

The man dropped to the floor, coughing and holding his throat. 

You smiled and stepped over his crouched form, over to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Love you Shu’.”’

“Mhm whatever.” He bent down to your level and kissed your lips. His hands gripped onto your waist, holding your tight and making you giggle into his lips. “Next guy that looks at you though, I won’t be so kind.”

[sk3tch404]

All I ever wanted was for you to finally belong to me.

Before and after pics be like

[hime-arts]

TR

Charismatic sillies 💜

[aesthetic-gem]

“only landduo on today! can’t wait to see them interact today” i say without realizing it would end with foolish losing 2 lives, one to badboyhalo’s bow “divine intervention” and another a self sacrifice to red team, and then badboyhalo evil monologuing in his base

classic

[mikuyuuss]

Ok, not only did Moon Dong Eun avenge the villains of this story. She found love afterwards and was able to pursue architecture like she always wanted to. She now dresses freely with her tattoo, proudly showing her scars. She's no longer confined to her trauma. Dong Eun got her revenge AND her happy ending!

Even though she was so convinced that she's a terrible person for wanting revenge, she actually managed to touch the lives of the people around her through simple acts of kindness (empathizing with them for being victims) and those same people came back to support her as well.

It's usually "revenge is bad" this "you got revenge but at what cost" that, but no, she got her revenge AND her and other people's happy ending. Even though it's a dark story about how victims suffer, there's always the underlying message of hope, where they also understand and help eachother. Even if they had to bend the rules to get it, The. Victims. Won. Oh. My. Goodness.

In the end, it wasn't exactly just "revenge," it was also about bringing justice to the victims.

[miss-jaye]

even after all this time, chifuyu still gets all weak in the knees when you kiss him.

imagine this: you're on your way to the pet store where you and chifuyu work. as chifuyu parks the car, he turns to you with a smile and says, "stay here, i'll open your door."

just as he's about to step out, you grab his arm, making him turn back to you. you smile, gently grasp his chin, and pull him closer. your lips meet his in a soft, lingering kiss.

chifuyu melts, his eyes slowly fluttering closed until you pull away with a smile. he gazes at you with a lovestruck expression.

"baby, you can't do that," he says, breathless. you tilt your head in confusion, "what do you mean?"

"i just kissed you," you say, blinking, then sigh in realization.

he shakes his head, "no, no. my wife kissed me. there's a difference."

"how is that different?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

he pouts, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "you're amazing, perfect, everything i've ever wanted. and you're my wife!" you deadpan, "i've been your wife for three years."

he grins, "the best three years of my life. but now, we have a problem."

you stare at him before saying, "chifuyu matsuno, kazutora is waiting for us inside the store right now."

chifuyu is still staring at you, looking like he's about to pounce. "he can wait," he insists.

you sigh, shaking your head. "you are insatiable, my dear husband." he's already climbing to the back seat, fumbling with his belt.

"i am but a simple man, with a perfect wife," he grins, helping you to the back seat. he settles you on his lap before pulling you close for another kiss.

"i'm so very much in love with you," he whispers.

[katsune-nya]

If you asked a Slytherin, they would tell you each one has a pet Hufflepuff. If you asked a Hufflepuff though, they might tell you each one has a Slytherin assistant.

It could be the way Slytherin aren't afraid of saying what they mean and always make it creative. Something Hufflepuff appreciates since they aren't treated like innocent children. Or the way Hufflepuff tries to understand where it comes from before retorting, surprisingly, sometimes as harshly as them. Understanding Slytherin's feelings before even they acknowledge them, yet standing up for themselves.

Maybe it's the universal balance at work again. Pulling those extremes together to make them better.

Or the way Slytherin will break the rules for Hufflepuff and the latter just has to play dumb to prove the former's innocence.

You turn your head towards Draco. "When did you do that?!" An expression of shock and disappointment on your face.

He looks dumbfounded. "Never! You saw me!"

Both turn towards the teacher with looks of confusion.

"He was with me the whole afternoon. When would he have had time for that?" You ask, aghast and confused.

After some time, they leave, now unconvinced of his guilt.

You continue down the hallway, silently at first.

"You're too much of a good liar." He grunts.

"Not a liar! A performer!" You correct as you walk away next to eachother.

Few people would understand the two houses' relationship, but the only understanding they needed was from eachother.

[aryomengrande]

왜 이런 내 맘을 아직 몰라? happy birthday, shinichiro ! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡

[rjshope]

Now I’m

Walking towards that light

One foot forward

We’ll bounce back and hit another level

for @yooboobies✨

[alchemicaladarna]

Pangi: What's been stressing you out, Clown?

Clown: WELL FRANKLY PANGI I JUST WANT TO KILL YOU

[ljubimaya]

Do you ever think about dad Hanma? The way he would switch so fast from silly to stern? Like one moment, he is teasing and playing around with your five year old, laughing at their little fit they throw because he doesn't allow them to watch their tablet while at the dinner table. The teasing grin quickly morphs into a thin line when his kid calls him an asshole. "I don't allow this language under my roof." Hanma grabs his kid's tablet. "No more cartoons until you learn how to talk to your parents"