#SJHGSHJ

[getsusekaii]

Look at our protagonists, dawg. We're gunna die.

[silascody]

snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?

"No. I hold a grudge and I hold it with both hands. If I was struck down tomorrow and my body was preserved I'd look like that guy in Pompeii who died jerking off except I'd be mummified clutching my grudges and shit."

[nomadjones]

Dallas: Yeah, you do. Dallas: They added it to the town by-laws, did no one tell you? Dallas: [1 minute later] Dallas: They're the same answer. Dallas: Because it'll be fun. Dallas: Because I want you to. Dallas: And if that's not clear, I can do crystal. Dallas: I want you to be my date. @thewrenxharlow

Wren: I have to go? Wren: 🤨 Wren: And why's that? Both the going and the specifically going with you?

[sinsoakedsaints]

why sleep when i can simply stay awake, do drafts and gif angus in euphoria 2x01 for my new muse.. what could go wrong! 

[evasjacks]

Congrats on 700!!! You're super talented n you absolutely deserve it <3 please may I have ♡ & ♢ ?? - nazyalenskyy from my main

reyaaa !!

hng ok so the heart is for a grishaverse thing and u didn’t give me an unpopular opinion so um. gonna jump past that one sjhgshj

♢ first impression

it for sure was SEXC URL OMG because there are no zoya urls left in the world so ur a queen for getting one ksjhsj,, alsO while ur here shsghsj I started reading ur gvbb fic and im. in love. wow. I’m living for pirate!inej it’s what we deserved from kos sjshsj <3

join my celeb no more please!

[getsusekaii]

Todo is a FFN/Wattpad writer now. It's just canon.

[getsusekaii]

Hakari hitting that Michael Jackson pose.

[sinsoakedsaints]

for: @tvvgers​

based on: 🕴🏼 maevegate incoming 

One of the dopest conveniences of co-parenting when you are also neighbours was it made drop-offs easy. He’s heard, in rather depressing detail, laments from fathers of other kids in Jojo’s swimming class all about twice weekly treks across the city with a toddler in tow. Mack just had to cross the hall. 

He’s more thankful than ever to not need subways and buses and taxis to bring his daughter back to her mother that day, after she had fallen asleep next to him on the couch mid-way through viewing three hundred and sixty-four -- or so it felt -- of Encanto. In a hush and a gentle lift, he was able to move her from the living room of his home to her bed in her other home for most of the week. 

With all the care of a man navigating a minefield, he steps out of the room backwards, shutting the door over almost all the way but not quite so he didn’t hit the loud creak that liked to fuck with him every time he forgot about it. 

( And then there were two. )

“She should be out for a minute. You know when she’s KO’d early enough that she doesn’t get to actually talk about Bruno the day’s took it out of her. I think she thinks Danny is her peer. Same energy levels.” 

This was when conversation between them usually tapered off, territory that wasn’t their daughter was harder to navigate, but Mack was dragging his feet about leaving. 

“Can I get your advice on something?”

[getsusekaii]

"Yeah, cute poem. You could say it like a normal person instead o' gettin' all old man on me. Don't kill the vibes man."

Takes a drink from his flask and hands him the next Death Note volume.

❝ A humble blade of grass. No fanfare, yet it silently. Sustains all life's dance. ❞ Kashimo says as if it's the most profound thing he's said all week.

❝ You, Kinji Hakari, should understand, then. ❞ He says with a proud smile.

[swordskills]

hoshina wondered if he would start regretting agreeing to play video games with the commander. he didn't have a particular goal in mind when he agreed to play, he just found himself bored, and to him the other needed an opponent to play with. the competitive nature of the defense force is what drives them to fell kaiju whenever they crop up. however hoshina feels like this is only half the truth for himself. maybe he would find some answer here, including what made video games so entertaining; sōshirō never had one growing up.

he's examining the controller while trying to ignore the way narumi drinks his water. he looks entirely focused on the goal, he wouldn't let someone who has never played beat him again, or in another game. hoshina felt a usual buzz thrumming through him, narumi's leg effectively locks him in place for the night. he's not going anywhere it seems, not that hoshina minds. “beginners luck, or do you just suck at the game,�� hoshina teases, scoots a little closer so he's somewhat sharing the blanket with the other. “ nope, i haven't. i've never even heard of any of these characters before.”

his head tilts slightly in a sort of acknowledgement. narumi's the most reliable when it comes to felling kaiju. casualties were minimum when he is deployed; completing paperwork doesn't even come close to the praise gotten from typing up what he already knows happened. the vice-captain shakes his head at such a simplistic way of thinking. “you're right, commander narumi is reliable where it counts.” he teases and points to a stage. “we haven't played on this one yet.”

hoshina hums softly, wondering how to drag narumi out with him willingly. perhaps food; he knows how narumi would offer to order out instead. he leans forward slightly. “a new ramen shop opened up in our ward. i heard some cadets talking about how good it is. will you come with me if i win?” he can't help the bark of laughter spurred on by such a simple bet. “that's it? fine by me.”

FACADES. narumi is good with keeping up with different masks, or never challenging anyone's idea of what he's really like. he is more than perfecty fine to set up his blockade that he is nothing but a lazy genius. the only person to correctly deduce how hard narumi worked is hasegawa & even then he still chastises him for his lack of urgency when it came to his responsibilities as a commander. he knows that it's not enough to be gifted, narumi knows he must put in effort to maintain the status quo, to be the number one strongest. he wouldn't share these worries with anyone, since he would more than likely brush it off with ease.

fingers reach for the bottle of water he has near him before taking a sip, his concentration only slightly broken to uncap it. unlike, hoshina he can find himself simply immersed in games. there was something great about it, for him to know that it would always be waiting for him instead of the fact he had no one to go to. there's always a save file to keep progress steady, but there's none for dead parents. narumi doesn't think about them much considering they are nothing but a small mist of his memories.

this time narumi puts his leg over hoshina's as a way to keep them entangled, not that it mattered or that the third vice captain seemed to mind. ❛it's beginner's luck ! you've never touched this game before.❜ a brow raises wondering if he's hearing the correct words that have come out of the dark haired man. he decides to pick joker once again, although he either mains between joker & bayonetta. ❛ i do take my job seriously, when it needs me to be.❜ crimson orbs study the slyness that seems to ooze out of the words he's saying. he's always been tricky & a pain in his ass, or maybe narumi is too petty to let anything go.

❛ where exactly? ❜ he's not sure what kind of devious plans he has, but narumi is not the type of person to go out often. he much prefers the space within his room or the gym. ❛ make a post about me saying: commander narumi is my favorite. ❜

[silascody]

"How would that be disproven? Are you saying we need an Elon Musk MRI?" He asks, amused by the mere thought of it. He's eighty-percent sure that MRI is the one that gives a birds eye look at the brain, but he wouldn't bet his house on it.

Thankfully for the world at large, neither he or Cricket were in the running to be anyone's neurologist.

A laugh leaves him as she takes him flipping her off as an opportunity, letting it be as he makes a clicking sound with his tongue that imitated the click of a lock. What was he locking in? He doesn't even know, but when it came to him he would see it instantly -- perfect vision, and all.

"It's alright, now you know better. Don't let it happen again." Silas tugs at their joined fingers then, wanting his back so he could make his way to the bar to find something strong enough to make the night pass faster.

"I need a drink, lets see if your inferior eyes can find me before midnight."

@cricketcampbell

"Okay...but has that actually been disproven? Like do you know for a fact that Elon Musk doesn't have a tiny alien--" how had he put it? "--Ratatouille'n his brain? Like, have you even heard the names of his kids? Techno? X...whatever the fuck? Think about it."

(Bold, maybe, for a woman named Cricket to be judging the weirdness of someone else's name choices, but who was to say that her own mother hadn't had her own tiny alien behind the scenes and pulling the strings--literally).

The rebuttal of her own question has her eyes rolling, looping her pointer finger around the offending digit in an almost sort of pinky promise.

"Ha, ha, one, asshole." She answered, swinging their interlocked hands between them with a sigh. "Okay, fine, I'm sorry for doubting you and your perfect eyesight. I should've known that nothing gets past you, Si. Nothing. Not a thing."

@silascody