#I'm getting back to coding

[yanban-san]

Hi YanBan,

how ya been?

So I've been having a *hell* of a time this past... year. Year and a half? Two years? It's been hell! It's now a different kind of hell-but-becoming-unhell for the first time ever! I'm trying to move out of my house within a year!

AND I'M COMING BACK TO TUMBLR!

And I hope everyone and anyone reading this is doing far better!

[skeletoninthemelonland]

a glimpse of what their early dynamic looks like

[martyryo]

"How long are you gonna pretend I'm the one tugging on your tie?"

[myimaginationplain]

I've come to the conclusion that being assigned the fandom-mandated "sunshine character" is the worst possible fate a character could face

[captainfairygodmother]

Look me in the eyes- my heartbroken, seen-too-much-tragedy eyes- and tell me that '"I'm right across the hall" (shy smile) "I like your jacket" (rapidly disappears behind the door and slams it in her face, embarrassed)' isn't the most hinting-at-a-relationship, these-girls-are-so-in-love-with-eachother, it's-love-at-first-sight scene ever. I bet you can't. I'll wait.

[amis127]

I'm sorry I'm still stuck on Brennan saying "Come get your boy Rick!" with his full chest

This Black as hell season is really having impact

[front-facing-pokemon]

[beebfreeb]

I am just hanging out and being regular.

[cementcornfield]

Did you see the clip of Joe yesterday?

Is it a clip now? Oh lord....was it funny at least?

It was the first time he ever used the F word in a conference.

He cursed? Y'all lying...I be trying to get him to curse, he don't curse when I'm talking to him...

[starflungwaddledee]

Hear me out…Meta Knight and Starstruck

✧˖°.✧ gravity ✧˖°.✧ ɡravɪti (noun) 1. the force that attracts a body towards the centre of the earth or towards any other physical body having mass 2. the degree of intensity of gravity, measured by acceleration 3. extreme importance; seriousness 4. solemnity of manner

[kyouka-supremacy]

Thesis titled “Bungou Stray Dogs Chapter 110.5 Shin Soukoku And The History Of Vampirism As A Metaphor For Gay Sex”

[cinnamonsikwate]

"why couldn't shuro have just been honest about what he felt with laios and falin it's not that hard" are you. are you White

[introspectivememories]

god i know i said i was tired of making eveerything sad but just imagine timber those first few months of reconnecting and they're both drunk on tim's boat, laying on the deck staring up at the stars and bear turns over to look at tim, his eyes are sad and wet, and he reaches out to touch tim's face as if to make sure tim is really there and not an illusion and tim whispers, "bear?" and bernard smiles a little brokenly and goes, "so how long do i have you for this time?"

[multiiocular-mushroom]

francis madoka magica crozier

(the witch designs are here and also posted separately with some lore under the tag 'the soul gem passage')

[respectthepetty]

This is too much blue for a lying scheming man

But I guess it reached its targeted audience

I don't know what to do with this.

[johnslittlespoon]

hii happy pride month, have a little 'you're a dog (i'm your man)' chapter four snippet as an apology for radio silence <33

“Did I wake you?” Gale asks, glancing at John apologetically, but John looks up from his effort to avoid muddy puddles to shake his head. Gale supposes it’s a silly question; John sleeps like a rock, dead to disturbances made by anything other than his own brain.

“Just my sixth sense,” John says, shrugging and shooting him a small smile. Gale snorts.

“You got a radar for me?” He teases, and John smiles wider, eyes crinkling.

“Built in,” he answers matter–of–factly, raising a hand and making a fist over the center of his chest before dropping it, returning his vigilant gaze to the uneven ground. Gale stares for a moment longer, floored not for the first time by John’s apparent obliviousness to the weight of his sentimentality.

Even knowing John how he does, it’s always unexpected coming from someone who a stranger might assume to be brazen and surface–level; John’s loud mouth and wandering hands do him no favours in that regard.

But Gale does know John, like an extension of himself half the time, and still he manages to render him speechless. The way his heart flutters as the sentiment hangs in the air makes Gale want to reach down his throat and squeeze it until it never beats again.