#an absolute buffoon

[hootybal-lecter]

It's only nine am and I already had to pick a lock today

[ruubesz-draws]

When bae is angry at you

[narcoticwriter]

Drake really said that he planted the information about a daughter so that Kendrick would fall for the bait when he denied his own son's existence a year after Pusha T dragged that out too, and people are seriously going to believe him?

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I know I usually don't give a fuck about voting but I am being 100% serious when I say that if you genuinely believe that a Republican president would be less of a bloodthirsty warmonger than a Democratic one, then you are just an absolute fucking joke of a human being. Seriously. How are people out here literally saying that Donald Trump would be better for foreign policy in the US?

[maranull]

"I'm not your mother, Melinoë."

ma'am, you saved a child. you raised a child. you act motherly towards that child. you are her mother, deal with it

[chthonic-kids]

🦚👑🦚👑🦚

[alanide-arts]

casual dressin'

(Pepper belongs to @pac1fythehunger)

[hydrosovreign]

Neuvillette when discussing the trap they want to set up for Furina: I don't want this trap to hurt her in any way. A gentle trap, one that will bring her no harm. *the "trap" literally breaking Furina apart* Neuvillette, putting on his clown shoes & nose upon receiving her death sentence: According to the judgement of-

[bandzboy]

well this is just a god awful response and they should be ashamed

[idalenn]

Happy Pride, y'all! Kisses for all of you

[natjennie]

honestly my ideal ofmd ed and stede sex scene is like a comedy of errors and stede being absolutely flabbergasted at being wanted at ALL like ed is like "ouagh I want you so bad" all grinding up on him and stede goes "you... what?!" and ed says shit like "fuck yeah stede I need you in me" and stede is sweating and frantically looking around like "do you mean to be talking to me?" "God, yes, take me, come on, please" "are you quite sure?" "yes im sure, I need your dick inside of me like. yesterday." "my WHAT?!"

[carlyraejepsans]

hey look, it's the kid protagonist that was hugely formative to your identity as a child! wouldn't it be fun to try to imagine how their life would be now if they grew up like you and they were also in their 20s? (<- words of a man about to step on a rake)

[notmontauk]

my friend is showing me a song of ice and fire and it’s absolutely brilliant so i would like to offer the shitty meme we made based on our favorite theory

cheers you guys had a point this story is actually incredible and i was a fool

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

He’s walked through this door what feels like a million times already, but Akihiko finds himself hesitating outside of Shinji’s room today. He’s struck with the terrible, paralytic notion that yesterday was just a dream, and that when he walks into the room he’ll find Shinji unconscious and unresponsive again. 

It’s an absurd idea to even entertain, let alone be so afraid of, but– he really doesn’t know what he’d do if that ended up being the case. 

Akihiko’s wrestling match with his own irrationality is interrupted when he realizes he can hear voices coming from the other side of the door.

One of them belongs to the lead doctor for Shinji’s case, talking about– something. Akihiko can’t quite make out what he’s saying, but he definitely catches the response. 

“No, nothin’ like that.” Akihiko would be able to recognize Shinji’s voice absolutely anywhere, in less than a heartbeat. He knows it every bit as surely as he knows his own.

He leans against the wall and finally lets go of the breath he’d started holding. 

Shinji really is awake. Akihiko hadn’t imagined it out of pure desperation.

Now he has to actually work up the nerve to open the damn door. It’s been all he could think about from the moment he’d left the hospital last night until this exact moment, but now suddenly the idea of speaking to Shinji seems as daunting as a title match. It’s never felt that way before. 

Yet another thing Shinji would laugh at him for. He’s amassing a collection.

Well, since Shinji’s doctor is here, Akihiko figures he ought to be polite and knocks instead of letting himself right in. When he does, the muted conversation on the other side of the door grinds to a halt.

“Who in the world could that be this early?”

“‘S probably Aki. Dunno anyone else who wakes up at the a– the crack of dawn like he does.” 

He exhales, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Just hearing Shinji’s voice again smooths down some of the prickling edges of his nerves. This can still be salvaged. 

Hopefully. 

“You can come in, Sanada-kun.” 

Akihiko steels himself before he opens the door, and he still feels nearly bowled over when Shinji’s eyes meet his. Seeing them open yesterday was emotional enough when Shinji could barely keep them focused. Now his gaze is alert and aware, fixing on Akihiko with the keen scrutiny that he’s come to find so familiar– it’s almost overwhelming. He very nearly chokes, though at least this time the universe shows him a little mercy and he doesn’t make any embarrassing noises.

“Uh–” God. He needs to get a hold of himself. “Sorry for coming by so early.” Akihiko shuffles inside and closes the door behind him.

Shinji snorts quietly and looks away. 

“It’s no trouble,” The doctor replies mildly, though Akihiko has a feeling he’s a little annoyed at being interrupted. “We can continue this conversation later then, Aragaki-kun?”

“Sure,” Shinji shrugs lightly. Akihiko has no idea what they were talking about, and it’s really not any of his business to ask. He steps out of the way and takes a seat in a nearby chair, as the doctor takes his leave to give them some time alone. Akihiko appreciates it, even if it does feel a little awkward at first. 

“Never known you to be so sheepish.” Shinji’s voice cuts through the silence.

“Never known you to censor yourself like that,” Akihiko shoots back immediately. Despite the circumstances, all he’s been through these past two weeks, all his apprehension and hope and the nausea-inducing slurry they’ve blended into– despite everything, it’s still as easy as breathing to slip right back into their familiar, bickering rhythm. 

“Yeah well, the doc doesn’t appreciate ‘profanity’ in his hospital.”  Shinji rolls his eyes. “His words, not mine.” 

“When has that ever stopped you before?” 

“When he’s got the same glare as Sawashiro-san.” 

“He can’t be that bad,” Akihiko laughs. Out of all the matrons who’d been at the orphanage, Sawashiro-san had been the most intimidating by an oceanic margin. She’d practically been a boogeyman to the younger kids– and the older kids, however much they would have denied it. She had never been cruel, at least not in hindsight, just ruthlessly strict. And after all this time, even Shinji still can’t say her name without an honorific.

“Go ahead and try swearing around him then,” Shinji returns. “See for yourself.” 

Akihiko folds his arms and scoffs amiably. He will not be doing that.

He feels so much more relaxed now than he did when he first walked into the room. He wishes he could keep things like this, continue to bask in the simple camaraderie of nostalgia.

He knows he can’t.

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[dittolicous]

"anti-zosans just dont get it! the appeal IS that they hate each other!"

me, a zosan shipper:

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Every time Yellowstone does something funky I want to throw myself into an active volcano.

Not because of Yellowstone doing the funky thing, but because inevitably the media makes up fear mongering bullshit and everybody nods along screaming stuff about how Yellowstone is going to kill us and that the geologists don't know how to do their jobs and/or BIG SCIENCE/GOVERNMENT is lying to us about severity.