#and and and

[wish-i-were-heather]

guys he liked my story

[soph4estela]

when i was younger and i’d eat frozen yogurt i would put m&m’s on it and each color was a member from one direction

[grimmweepers]

feeling some monday blues for whatever reason but trying to remind myself that it’ll be a good week !!

[gorbinosquest]

I need to take good bird pics i NEED to

[its-still-shrub]

It’s so quiet over on this blog 😳

I mean I know I haven’t fully moved over here yet but still. I keep thinking everyone blocked me.

Hi babes😇 I’ll be over here fully next Monday 🙃

[maranull]

SHE DESERVES THE FORTICHE DESIGN TREATMENT PLS

do you know how feral your gay ass fanbase would go if you designed her, do you Fortiche??? her whole character arc is redemption, she is buff as hell, she wields a sword the size of her goddamn body, like PLS

on my hands and knees

[getyinyusedtoit]

sit down i want to talk about:

"living is much more painful than dying... no, i'm not in pain. hatred itself is death by a thousand cuts; it's a knife gouging into your flesh. hating day after day, anyone would grow numb eventually. there's nothing in the world that could make me feel pain again. i'm comfortable living like this. you've advised me repeatedly to let the past go. but you understand as well as i: stopping was never an option for us. if a little show of warmth and tenderness makes you feel better about it, then i don't mind. i'll play along as long as you like."

and

"a vicious beast like him could pass as fake even if he were real, and be made real even if he were fake. no one could tell whether happiness or anger hid behind his smile, nor could they distinguish his sincerity from deception."

and

"xiao chiye was the bright reflection who possessed everything shen zechuan did not. he had observed xiao chiye, had tried clumsily to imitate him to give himself the semblance of a person. he couldn't tell anyone that the shen zechuan living in his body was repulsive, a killer with a grotesque mask for a face

he was already standing at the edge of the abyss."

[emokoala]

guys i'm so sorry i have mikurin brain rot so all my reblogs are just mikurin fanart

[toofkin]

i get sooo envious every time i remember how renee or cat kissed jean oooh… how i dream of doing the same

[sweetheartsmace]

[sunnymarigolds]

okay so the mitchell and thomas story fucking devastated me. what the fuck. tore my heart out and stomped on it. hello

[sturnioloho]

crying while listening to the sundays and looking at photos of chris <3

[eggthew]

please please PLEASE tag me in cybertruck posts. and traffic posts. and powerlines posts

[satoruxx]

okay wait maybe it’s time to redownload hsr again bc wdym sunday is finally coming and i’m getting robinhill moments too??

[sapphtbh]

"i felt the highs and they felt like you,

see, a love like mine is too good to be true,

and you too divine to just be mine,

you remind me of the color blue."

- mac miller

[sunlaire]

discovered your maid au literally moments before i was about to go to bed and now i feel delirious and consumed. by what i can't say on a good christian website. jesus christ okay. what thoughts to fall asleep to. what thoughts indeed. (i'm going to be following this like a hawk. please tell me you've thought more about it also)

(@incesthemes)

OKAY I've been looking forward to answering this all day. Ahh welcome to the maid au, I'm crazy about it. Thank you for sending this ask, this au is constantly on my mind. not a single day goes by where I don't add to it, and it's snowballing out of control to be honest. As someone who really can't write that well, I'm struggling. But I can draw sort of, so

This is a draft for a comic I'm thinking about making. because I NEED to share what happened between Irving and Tozer. It's a lot

If you don't mind, I'm going to open the gate and empty my brain out about these two. So Tozer is hired and he has to share a room with Irving. It's a strange job. But it's not the worst thing he's done for a wage. (He's an ex-marine)

Unfortunately, him and Irving get off to a bad start. Irving avoids Tozer, shuts down any attempt at conversation and is generally pretty cold. (Because he's so embarrassed about being seen in the dress)

Tozer has to get an early start in the mornings, and it works out that he's up and dressed before Irving. Their room is small, two beds that are tucked into alcoves with some walking space between them. Irving is asleep, and it's the most relaxed Tozer ever sees the man. He looks peaceful, hands folded beneath his head. Tozer pulls on his boots, and grabs his rifle from the corner. He goes to leave but lingers, looking at the dress that's hung on the back of the door. Mr. Irving's uniform...

With it's ruffles and long ribbons that nearly touch the floor. When he started this job, sure it was strange seeing men in maid uniforms but he was mostly indifferent. Now, he finds that he likes the look of it. It's pretty. He likes the way it fits irving. He really should be getting to work rather than thinking these idle thoughts. He pushes past the dress and sets off.

Later, hodge finds him. Asks if he's seen Irving. "Not since I left him this morning." And hodge frowns.

"No one has seen that boy all day. Could you be a dear and check your room?" So he does.

And Irving is still sleeping. Which is super unusual for him. Tozer is shifting in place, trying to wake him. calling out his name gets no response. So he carefully shakes him by the shoulder. "Irving. You've slept in." Well, finally Irving is up, startled, wanting to know the time. He's throwing his blankets aside, asking for his uniform.

"oh um, here." Tozer grabs it from the door and hands it over. Irving looks fevered, his cheeks gone pink. taking the dress, he lays it out on his bed then begins to gather his night gown in his hands. And Tozer is just standing there like 👁️👁️

"could you please, um, turn around Mr. Tozer."

"oh! Yeah," he should have just left, but he wasn't thinking and now he feels the nightgown softly hit the back of his boot. He's heard from someone that Irving used to be a sailor. It's hard to believe. Tozer couldn't imagine him on a ship full of men, politely asking them all to turn around while he gets dressed. He almost seems afraid of other men. A shy kind of fellow. A moment later Irving makes a noise, saying something in frustration.

"Are you okay?"

"I can't seem to get the apron tied." Irving mumbles. Tozer glances over at him, sees him turned away, hands behind his back trying to turn those long tangled strands of fabric into a neat bow. He can't help the way his eyes trails down the skirts of the dress. Clear to the ruffled edge then back up to where Irving was struggling to straighten the ties.

"here. Let me." tozer steps up, slowly taking the ties from his hands. Irving lets him, going quiet. So he takes it as permission, and sets to work untangling them and neatly tying them.

He does not know how to make a bow.

He's trying to do that when Irving mumbles something that he doesn't quite catch. He leans in "what was that?"

"I feel light headed." Irving says, and then "I think I should ...sit down," but with the last word, it's as if all his strength left him and he was falling. Tozer managed to catch him around the middle before he went down.

"Irving? Hey," But he's completely out cold. So Tozer lifts him up and puts him back in bed. >:3 and he goes to the kitchen and grabs something for him to eat. 🥰 And he helps him through his illness. And by the end of it, he thinks Irving isn't so bad <33333