#I want to be unreachable

[abyssalgalaxy]

The fact that Tsubomi didnt end up as Mob's gf and became her friend is so important, it strenghtes the entire friendship motif of the series have and breaks the trope of there having to be romance between a boy and a girl, the friendzone isnt bad its just that ppl have been conditioned to think that it is, for Mob and Tsubomi could be one of the best things that happened in their lives. Im sure she wanted to have a friend that she could open up to without being judged and without having the risk of her being seen as just a love interest by them. I have the feeling that Tsubomi would enjoy being silly once in a while, leave the "school idol" status she has and I think Mob also likes to be silly! Based on the cake prank on reigen at the epilogue and Mob telling Dimple he didnt remember him during the Mogami Arc, Id love to see them being silly together as besties, laughing together loudly at dumb shit or messing with their other friends. Maybe at some point he invites her to hang out with the rest of his friends, going shopping w Teru, hanging out w the telepathy club, or just anything really, she deserves more true friends. And since tsubomi isnt impressed by anything psychic/supernatural related, Mob can tell her about his little shenanigans at spirits n such without being weirded out or anything, she'll just listen and its the same for Mob's side, he's good at understanding and giving a safe place to speak, I know I said it already but she really needs true friends that wouldnt wish bad things upon her or see her as a prize.

[kazachokolate]

"You are what you eat, they said. But I don't remember eating such a handsome man."

[rambunctioustoons]

it's a shock to me joining the

✨Jester Fandom™✨

would lead to making friends and drawing so much and sharing writing things. I got so used to playing in the sandbox alone, occasionally catching someone's attention just long enough for a fun conversation and that be that.

I made a small nook corner of comfortable trinkets, and genuinely thank you to anyone who's stopped by even just to look. very sentimental over that, I hope you have a really good day 💕💕

💕💕💕💕✨✨✨💕💕💕💕💕✨✨💕💕💕💕💕

[doverstar]

when I explain to you that Ten is the equivalent of Enamored Smurf in the Doctor lineup

[red-moon-at-night]

Excerpt from Epithalamy of Helen/Idyll XVIII by Theocritus (translation by Neil Hopkinson)

[greensaplinggrace]

also i can't believe riley was scoffing at dating buffy whilst watching her at peak weirdo girlfailure. what an incredible lack of taste

[conartisthaiji]

my ideal flavor of suosakunirei is that suo is in love with nirei, nirei is in love with sakura, and sakura is in love with suo.

[drysauce]

i made extra effort to put my own pot and bowl on the highest shelf that only i can reach here because im tall and yet that girl went and took it and used it and left it covered in cat fur fucking again

[hyewka]

i think the most fun aspect of choi hopper for me is the fact that beomgyu is so far written as an A grade sleazy fuck boy and soobins written as a goody two shoes textbook definition of a gentleman, but beomgyus constantly dominated throughout all my rough outlines of future chapters, being the one used, being the one willing to be used and soobins the one to bear you with cold eyes, pretending to be look disinterested as you beg him so pathetically to give you something, whining and whimpering around his cock, trying to suck him off earnestly only to choke and gargle, making a mess that he only tsks at with a turn of his head to the side

[khaire-traveler]

Apologies for asking outright, but I would appreciate some kind asks from y'all. It's been a rough few days. I hope y'all take care and are having a wonderful time. 🧡

I'm just feeling pretty alone right now, you know?

[madsmilfelsen]

18 posted works this year with 144,996 words!

[lucky-clover-gazette]

i think that the reason so many minorities voted for trump is that they actually don’t like being viewed and babied as oppressed minorities. like dems are always like “oh nooo we have to protect the hispanics and the muslims and the women and the gays and the seniors” but esp to men (but also to women) that is embarassing and annoying and they’d rather have someone who negs them but shares a similar individualistic and selfish impulse to feel strong and powerful

[grntaire]

i need to go live in a house in vermont for a week and talk to no one and turn my phone off and read books and make music and swim in a lake naked and drink wine and eat pasta and sit in the grass and write poetry

[the-most-humble-blog]

**You Thought You Were Escaping Control.

But What You Escaped Was the Only Man Who’d Die With Your Name in His Mouth.**

He didn’t post you for likes. He memorized your scent so hard he smells it when you’re not there. He dreams of things he never told you — because the moment he did, you’d feel how deep you lived in his body.

But you kept calling it control. You made his stillness feel like guilt. His breath-holding like threat.

He wasn’t trying to trap you. He was trying to keep the world from seeing the one thing that made him want to live.

And now?

You’re half-naked on socials, talking about how you're “finding yourself.”

No.

You’re just lost again. Because you left the only man who ever knew where you were.

He wasn’t jealous. He was grieving in advance.

Because he could already tell: The woman he built a kingdom for was still window-shopping her own freedom like loyalty had a return policy.

You made fun of his eyes watching you in silence. You thought they meant judgment.

No.

They meant thank you. They meant please don’t go out tonight — I’ve waited my whole life for this body to hold something holy.

He didn’t “need” you. He died for you before you ever noticed he was bleeding.

But you called it clingy. Called it emotional immaturity.

And then you let strangers see what he went to war for — like your body was just yours again.

You think you left him?

No. You left:

Every moment he protected you while bleeding in silence

Every orgasm he didn’t have so you could collapse first

Every weekend he didn't go out because no woman had your voice

That’s not independence. That’s abandoning the man who treated your skin like scripture.

You’re not free. You’re just unclaimed.

And now you’re looking for fun in a world full of men who would trade your soul for a Thursday night nut while the one who would’ve died quietly with your name on his lips stares at his phone like maybe you’ll remember what his silence meant.

You don’t understand:

He was your final protector. And you were his final prayer.

But prayers don’t beg. They vanish.

A man will die, cover, hide, and defend that which he trusts with his life. Not his “insecurity.” Not his “toxicity.” Not his “masculine possession.” His life. So when you call it smothering — When you go out to feel independent — When you post your cleavage for invisible approval — You’re not flexing freedom. You’re flexing the grave you just dug with your own name engraved next to his.

You didn’t leave him. You left the only place on Earth you’d never have to be afraid again.

And when you realize that — he’ll already be gone. Not angry. Not bitter. Just holy. And unreachable.

🔁 REBLOG:

Reblog if your body remembered a man it forgot to appreciate. Reblog if your silence just cracked open. Reblog if you finally understand why the one who told you no was the only man who meant forever.

⚖️ LEGAL + PSYCHOLOGICAL DISCLAIMER:

This post is spiritual trauma exorcism, masculine grief gospel, mirror neuron submission protocol, and psychological shockwave literature. It is protected under the digital rites of emotional reality, cultural satire, and post-patriarchal scripture. If you’re offended, that’s the part of you that forgot who bled for you.

[lovlorne]

— 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ?

     when they don't see you.     you love them and you're not sure they know. but that's okay. you're used to loving more than you are loved. you give more than is given. and maybe others don't understand but you don't expect more. you tell yourself the love in your heart is not meant to be savored by anyone other than you. it's more than enough to get to exist at the same time as them. you stand in their shadow and you thank the sun for casting it. they touch your arm but they do not feel the same warmth which lingers on your skin for days. you gaze at them and they might even be looking right back but they are not seeing into your soul the same way you have memorized theirs. it's enough you tell yourself. it's enough. it's enough. but what if it's not? and what if you're wrong. what if they see you and all this time you have been too scared to ask what they're looking at.

tagged: @bloodxhound!! thank u :^) tagging: bro im late pls take n tag

[crazycherub]

i love being my own nail tech <3