#I'M GONNA DIE.

[wdapteo]

one thing about me is that I'm normal about this

[pipsqueak317]

he told his friend he was going to leave me after the concert

i don't know if he knows that i know

he once put his finger under my chin told me he'd never ruin my mascara, only my lipstick and after that he kissed me and it felt better than anyone else i've ever kissed

i've never cried over a man more.

i saw the screenshots and my life flashed before my eyes.

i don't have a future if he's not there.

he told me he didn't want to become my ex

they seem like twins now

i can't eat or sleep

the light in my eyes is dead

i'm still going to wear his hoodies, just not around him

until he asks for them back

and when he does

i hope they fucking smell like me and i hope he realizes he truly loves me when i give them back and i hope he cries himself to sleep over losing me

or maybe

i hope he cries because he can't sleep because he lost me

i hope he begs for me to come back

and i beg the world for the courage to say "no" to his sweet, gorgeous face when he asks.

[kala-mies]

The improvised insanely good Condifiction monologue strikes once again. How does he do that.

[ghostlem]

I relate to fucking Simpbur. . . .

I'm not okay.

[justthelocalweirdo]

Ty for the tagg (again XD)

...I WAS BORED IN CLASS AND STARTED JOKING AROUND WITH MY FRIEND 😭😭😭

As for the tagging, anyone that wants to can join :)

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[teddybeartoji]

“look at me, hm?”

toji's voice is barely above a whisper, his words softer than ever. with his hands circled around your middle, he stands there behind you, his chest glued against your back like a big bear. his heavy head rests on your shoulder, eyes locked onto yours in a quiet plea. you think you hear a pout in his tone. 

but you don’t give him a reaction, gaze locked onto the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you.

you’re upset with him and toji feels like he's dying.

all of this just because you're jealous.

because the love of his life is jealous. 

toji only spared her a glance, brushing her off and saying that his partner is waiting for him – she’s the one that went on and on, talking about the milk carton in his hands as if toji had never seen it before. but little do you know, every single word that spilled from the stranger, went in one ear and right out the other – toji couldn’t be less interested in anybody other than you. if you were to crack open his head and take a look around, it’d be all you. you and your laugh, you and your eyes, you and your hands, you and your hobbies. you and you and you. even when he was standing there with the milk carton in his hand, the only thing on his mind was how he’s going to watch you chomp down a big bowl of cereal the next morning. 

you just happened to see the moment the woman leaned closer with a charming smile on her lips and her hand on his forearm while saying her goodbye, and that was enough for the ugly thoughts to bully themselves into your head.

even though you trust toji, you know he doesn’t entertain any flirting attempts that might come his way, but sometimes… sometimes you just can’t help but feel that you might not be enough. what if he did think the woman was more beautiful, or maybe he did find the guy, who asked for his help at the gym the other day, hot? what if he found them more interesting than you, what if he feels himself stuck to you against his will? 

you heard your own words swimming around in your head and cringed at yourself, ashamed that you were letting that weird growth of jealousy torment you.

but it had already taken root. 

that evil, ugly little thing in the back of your mind. and you couldn’t shake it.

not on your own at least. 

toji had made his way over to you, taking his place by your side while squinting at the little piece of paper in his hands. but you were quiet, more so than usual, and toji isn’t stupid – he might not be the best with feelings and emotions, but he does know you. 

he could tell just by the way you avoided his gaze, the way you started to shorten your answers. the way you pulled away and into yourself – he watched you disappear into your own head right in front of his eyes and he hated it. 

but not wanting to push any wrong buttons here in public, he swallowed your silence with a heavy heart and guided you to your car with a hand on your lower back. he’s not as afraid as he used to be – he isn’t as scared to step into your space, now knowing that this is just what you need sometimes. a little push, a little nudge, to break free from the vines of envy and jealousy and doubt. he’ll burn them, he’ll cut you free. 

the car ride home was quiet. with your head rested against the window and eyes set on the passing buildings and cars, toji found himself stealing glances at you every chance he got. oh, how he hated the pout on your lips, the very same one you’re wearing now. all he wanted to do was to take you into his arms and kiss you, hold you. to make you laugh. to make you forget every single thing that has ever bothered you.

toji let you simmer for exactly ten minutes, just enough for you to change into your pyjamas and to wash up before deciding on your distraction – the dishes. he snuck up on you as silently as he could; the tips of his fingers itched to feel your skin under them, his ears tired from the silence in the apartment. the sigh that you let out as he pressed himself flush against you, sounded better than anything before. toji had already started to miss you in those twenty minutes you were away from him. 

“please… “

it’s not often you get to hear that word, especially in that tone, so it’s hard for you to ignore the stuttering of your poor, sensitive heart. his nose nudges against your cheek and you put down the knife to lean into him on instinct; with your hands on top of his, your bodies mold together like pieces of a puzzle. 

“you know you’re the only one for me…” 

the words form in the back of his mouth and roll from his tongue like a low purr. they’re coated in something sweet, in something only you get to see and feel. his arms tighten around you and you know he means it. his heart beats against your back, as nervous as it is confident. he’s sure about his statement but a part of him is still scared that you won’t have him. that you’ll leave him. 

“she talked about the milk, that’s all she did, sweetheart.” gently, he sways your bodies side to side, letting the warmth of his body engulf you as he ropes you back to him.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“do you believe me?”

it’s something you’ve been practicing in order to get rid of any remaining specks of doubt. it goes both ways; he trusts that you’ll say what’s on your mind and you do the same. 

honesty. 

raw and real.

“yes.”

toji lets out a little puff of air through his nostrils, a wave of relief settling into his body. he knows it’s not over just yet, but it’s a start.

“can i kiss you?”

toji’s mossy green eyes meet yours for the first time in what feels like forever and all he can think about is how much you mean to him. his darling, his baby. he’s not one to be a sap, but hell, when it comes to you, he’s more than willing to drop to his knees and recite love poems for you if that’s what you’d like. anything and everything. 

he watches your eyes flick down to his mouth and then back up again and the little nod you give him is more than enough for him to finally press his lips to yours in a needy, hungry kiss. you melt into each other – skin against skin, tongue against tongue, it just feels right. the spark between you is still there, burning brighter than ever after all the time you’ve spent together. over hills and mountains, through lakes and rivers – nothing is too much or too little for the two of you to conquer together. he’ll be there for you and you’ll be there for him. 

“‘m all yours, sweetheart.”

his hushed words slip right between your lips and slither their way down your throat. inside, they bloom and they flourish. they overtake the rotting weeds that were growing there before and you feel it. you feel it happen. he breathes into you and you become alive again.

"i love you."

[vamptits]

you're all joking about not wearing earplugs to concerts, right? we're not out here rawdogging 120dB. right.

[notscarsafe]

BREAKING NEWS

[Picture of Geminitay in a "Women want me Fish fear me hat]

She said she's trying to convince Grian to buy a matching one!!!

[girlatrocity]

it's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter

inspo credits to "Veil" by @/_K0TTERl_

toga ver

[unbrcakablc-hcart]

Fuck. Return of headache.

[iwasbored777]

The fact that he doesn't turn off the camera until Eclipse Cannon exploded makes me think that he was so nervous about the fact that he's dying and, even though he couldn't see Stone, he wanted to feel like someone is with him. In those last moments people are scared and they don't want to be alone, so he wanted to feel like the person he loved was there with him right now because he was always there.

[pidgydraws]

💛 if only... 💛

[queermasculine]

if you're butch you have to keep posting selfies because if you don't all the lesbian faggots on this site will starve to death and it's gonna be like the catacombs in here

[sekaithemystic]

neve's VA is a lesbian, taash's VA is nonbinary. i used to pray for times like this

[habken]

who thinks I can write an essay in the next five hours

[lilacgaby]

okay but barbarian!bakugo x goddess!reader??

barbarian!katsuki who stumbles upon your long forgotten temple on an expedition for treasures. the weather had gotten horrible, so he took refuge in it.

he set his belongings on your overgrown alter, specifically a dead pig he shot with his bow earlier, oils for his cooking, and his satchel full of wines and drinks to satiate his thirst.

barbarian!katsuki who never thought he'd seen anything as scarily angelic as you, who rose from your long slumber as you examined the 'offerings' in front of you.

he, who grew speechless at the sight of your faint glow: though you were not close to your former glory, you still looked ethereal in his eyes.

barbarian!katsuki, who grew speechless when you finally spoke, asking him what he wished for in exchange for his gifts of high value.

barbarian!katsuki, who mindlessly uttered, "your hand."

barbarian!katsuki, who returned home to the chiefs with the most priceless gift of them all:

a goddess as a wife.

(follow-up!)

(extended one-shot)