#LISTEN OK HEAR ME OUT-

[princeyralsei]

guys...i have a very cursed vision

[radioroxx]

this is kerdly 2 me. btw

[tubpumpkin]

So I know some of the more current theories is that Stan didn’t need glasses until he was much older or that he only wears them to look more like Ford, but can I offer:

• Stan needed glasses around the same time Ford did as a child, but Filbrick wouldn’t budget for them because “he wouldn’t use them anyway” or “he would just break them”

• This is the real reason Stan always copied off of Ford. Because his brother’s desk was closer than the chalkboard and therefore easier to see.

• Additionally, Stan didn’t want to admit that he needed glasses and his family (supposedly) couldn’t afford them, so he quickly just embraced the “slacker” persona

• When Ford disappears into the portal, Stan finds an old pair of his glasses and tries them on out of curiosity. They aren’t a perfect match to his prescription, but the difference is enough that he either keeps wearing them or scrounges up enough money from the Murder Hut to get his own.

• This made reading the journals a little easier for him until he realized that he actually retained a lot of that information he’d copied from Ford. Had he had the resources and support to continue his education, he probably would have done quite well if he only had some glasses

[thedarkzyxabyss]

I’m so sorry @bunrux

[snailtrain]

Happy new year!!

Hehe, continuation of last week's card!

@nocturnalsleuth's tags inspired me u_u

[giddlygoat]

mario + peach is such a good ship istg they’re so good. straight ship so good it feels gay

[biolumien]

palette

hajime umemiya x graffiti artist!reader only a little snippet, but it might become bigger later, word count: 899

you were at home right here with the collection of paint markers and aerosol cans at your feet. your free hand adjusted the filtration mask on your face as you sprayed a nonsensical pattern onto the wall using a fluorescent green so bright it almost hurt your eyes. as you began to draw on the concrete wall using a black paint marker, you felt the sneaking suspicion that eyes were on you. 

that was odd. 

you did most—hell, all your graffiti work in the dark of night, hidden from sight. you’d been chased off by a few townsfolk when you were tagging signs or walls in broad daylight, which you supposed was fair. you were technically doing something utterly illegal, after all. but you kept at it at night, painting flowers and animals, or just random letters onto whatever surface you could. 

bofurin boys often covered it up—as was their right, too, you supposed, but it always irritated you when you’d come back around and find work you’d slaved on all night be covered up with a fresh layer of white paint. 

but back to the feeling that you were being watched. 

“who’s there?” you call out, pulling off your filtration mask slightly. 

“so you’re the one doin’ all those green tags!” a boisterous voice said, and you felt a sudden presence right behind you. you whirled around, dropping your black paint marker across the floor, wincing as it skittered across the alleyway. “did you know that this taiyaki place has called us every day for a week about the graffiti?” 

fuck. you did know that voice. hajime-fuckin’-umemiya, leader of the bofurin, who had essentially annexed and reformed furin high school by force. not only were they vigilante heroes of justice—they also practically were civil servants that served the community—and now their fucking leader was staring at you with a strange, open look in his eye. 

he wasn’t even dressed in his furin uniform—you think you’ve seen it a few times, the whistling long coat that he wore out on patrols with some of the other furin boys. despite it all, he somehow had that sort of aura of warm authority about him—paired with a brilliant and curious smile on his face.

“so what?” you ask defensively. 

“you do know the graffiti’s illegal, right?” umemiya questioned, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to where your marker had skittered across the floor, picking it up. “you could be put in jail for up to five years, you know!” he flipped the marker around, holding it out to you. 

“like i need someone from furin lecturing me about that,” you say, taking the marker back from him. umemiya seemed to deflate a little, almost like a sad puppy, upon your very subtle furin insult, so you hastily add a, “no offense.” 

“mm. i get it, i get it! i do. all the work i did to rehabilitate bofurin’s image doesn’t mean much when people remember how dangerous it was before,” umemiya says sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “but! i figured i’d come around the taiyaki shop at night, see if there was some repeat offender doing the graffiti, and here you are!” 

umemiya spreads his hands magnanimously, and you can see how worn and callused his hands are from years spent brawling against other students. there was no way he was going to start fighting you, right—?

“i just wanted to ask you to stop,” umemiya says. “i mean, i respect your artistic visions! i always thought it was a waste to paint over your works—i remember one time you did this bright yellow rabbit on a blue moon, very cool, by the way—and—“

huh?

“i really like your art! i was wondering, if maybe…”

you held your paint marker, watching umemiya seemingly steeling his nerves for a moment–

“do you want to come to furin and paint? there’s a lot of graffiti already, and most of the time when we patrol we never use the classrooms anyway, so if it was anonymity you were worried about, that’s covered—and plus, at night, you’d still get a lot of time to do whatever you want—”

“… you’re offering me a place at your school to just—paint?” you ask confusedly, raising an eyebrow. 

“well, yeah!” umemiya says. “i mean, it’s a waste to paint over your hard work, right? it’s different than the other tags.”

“... is it?” you ask, staring at your half-finished graffiti, joining other fresh tags on the wall. 

“well, i’m not really sure if i fully believe in the idea that art carries intention–but i’d like to think yours does! and it’s kind. and i think there’s people at furin who might appreciate it.” 

“well…”

you sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“well, okay,” you say. “but if anyone tries to start something–”

“please,” umemiya says. “we’re not animals. it’ll be great to have you.” and then he holds out his hand to shake, and you stare down at it.

are you really doing this?

umemiya’s expression is bright, warm. 

you shake his hand. 

his grip is firm, his thumb squeezing the space between your index and thumb–and you laugh with a hint of exasperation in your voice. here you were, pulled right into umemiya’s thrall–lured in by him like a sweet siren song.

“fine. see you tomorrow, then,” you mutter, your cheeks heating up.

[moeblob]

kitty kitty kitty

[pictuajjx]

[iceclew]

I watched you fall apart and chased you to the end I'm left with emptiness that words cannot defend You'll never know what I became because of you Ten thousand promises, ten thousand ways to lose

And you held it all But you were careless to let it fall You held it all And I was by your side, powerless

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Whaddaya mean you didn't order a truck load of grieve, sadness and melancholy? *scans clipboard and adjusts cap*

That's what's on my list pal, sorry.. now where would you like us to put this?

oh, you and I we're in this together and we're gonna share the pain, hunny...

haha, so today I'm dead inside.

[depvotee]

Ondolemar being ur "ride or die" after you do a little favor for him will never not be funny to me.... mfer has no work friends, and it shows 😭😭😭😭

[larabar]

"so, that was fun"

[verxsyon]

royal au hsr. dan heng il x royalty!gn!reader.

¡ contains leaks, nothing too major dw !

dh il’s voice line about vidyadhara customs is making me ill - the vidyadhara put their hand on someone’s forehead to greet them. ik it's a greeting, but hear me out here: it's like a sign of familiarity, like you gained trust from someone such as dh il.

ok ok, so reader sneaks out of the castle when they were younger and found a wounded dragon. after the dragon was taken care of, he touched their forehead to thank them. years later, dh il saves reader from monsters at their castle but he's in his il form and reader's like "are you gonna kill me too?" and he touched their forehead and said "it's you." I'M LOSING MY SHIT BYE—

[izel-scribbles]

just finished malevolent relisten. needless to say the obsession has been rekindled tenfold its previous magnitude

[joshbruh10x]

I think that date went well

[raiiny-bay]

redhead :-)