#and i love writing it

[operationandre]

Ur posts about sad zero day things made me think of like.. ik cal burned a lot of his stuff in that fire but what if there was something of Cals one of his siblings has always wanted or admired him for (like I hc that he was rlly good at skateboarding and had a real cool board) and they take it with them whenever they eventually move out of the house :,| like if his parents kept whatever it was of cals for long enough

yes !!!!! this is brilliant

i bet he had some things that he kept, more than andre at least. i feel like he left some clothes, leaving behind the smell of him for a while and a memory of him forever. he definitely left them some stuff they thought he was cool for too !!! i hc him as a skater too and i imagine him teaching his little sister or brother to skate a little before zero day and leaving the board in their room the morning of the plan. he might have also left some music as well or some horror movies; his siblings probably listened to his music and wanted to watch the scary movies w andre and him but they were too young.

also … i imagine them looking through all of his things he left behind and trying to grow up like their cool older brother because they don’t really understand what he did at the time. people at school treat them horribly and make comments about cal all the time.

still, they’re so much different from cal even if they don’t want to be. while cal turned to violence, they turn to the love of their families and memories of the past

his little brother also definitely grew his hair out a little bit so he would resemble cal. when his little brother got braces, cal’s parents thought they were looking at their oldest boy again but realized that they would never see him anymore

[irritablepoe]

i love it when characters are technically fighting or mad at each other but they still work together better than anyone ever could

[teethcritter]

literally the best trope of all time is when the viewer knows something the characters dont, and we get to see the buildup and finally the in-world reveal of this huge thing that we already knew

GOD it is SO FUCKING SATISFYING

[bibaybe]

sweater

ha-ri gives her a look over, eyes lingering on wu-jin’s sweater as her eyes flick from sun-hi to wu-jin and back. sun-hi flushes under the attention, at the probable assumptions being made. “you must be sun-hi.”

wait, how-? she glances questioningly at wu-jin, who glares at his sister. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?”

she shrugs lazily, leaning back. “just a guess.�� she raises an eyebrow at her. “you’re wearing my brother’s sweater.”

dae-su snickers and sun-hi glowers at him. fuck, she can feel the heat sinking into her skin, moving to her ears. she plays with her hair, her thigh suddenly burning where it presses against wu-jin’s. “i was cold last night. he was being noble for once in his life.”

she smirks as he presses a hand to his chest, gasping. “for once? i’ve been noble before!”

“certainly not to me,” she quips, shooting a dry smile at him. he just grins, throwing an arm around her. she stiffens slightly at the act, but he doesn’t react, just says, “ah, sun-hi, you know i’m a noble man.”

she rolls her eyes. “men don’t walk into walls before science like you did last week.”

he blushes before cocking his head at her, grin widening. “you noticed?”

“you walked into a wall. in what world does no one notice?”

“i didn’t notice,” on-jo says, shooting a teasing grin her way.

“it’s a wall! how do you not notice that? blind as a bat, you must be,” she mutters, sticking her tongue out at on-jo, who just smiles back sweetly. “both of you, obviously.”

dae-su smirks at wu-jin. “ah, he’s not blind, just easily distracted.”

“fuck off, you asshole,” he mutters, kicking his leg. sun-hi can’t help but laugh as dae-su yelps, “hey!”, rubbing his shin. wu-jin grins at her, pride lighting up his face, and something in her stomach swoops.

“ah!” mi-jin cuts her eyes at wu-jin. “have you no respect, flirting in front of your sister like a barbarian?”

wu-jin stiffens against her as sun-hi scoffs, rolling her eyes. “ew, we’re not flirting.” ha-ri’s lips quirk into a disbelieving smile as she watches them. “we’re not!” she raises an eyebrow at wu-jin pointedly. “are you flirting?”

he tenses against her, cheeks filling with color at the question. “uh- of course not!” oh god. oh god oh god oh god he was! 

she scoots away from him, cutting her eyes at him. “oh my god, you were! don’t flirt with me!”

“i wasn’t! why would i flirt with you?” she stiffens, eyes darkening at the words. wu-jin seems to regret the words immediately as he stumbles out, “that- that came out wrong-“

“oh, go fuck yourself,” she snaps, getting to her feet and stomping over to su-hyeong and collapsing beside him.

“sun-hi, i didn’t mean it that way-“

“if you say another word to me, i swear i’ll hit you in the face with a volleyball.”

“this is better than tv,” cheong-san whispers to on-jo and, credit to him, she probably wouldn’t have heard without her newly improved hearing, but she does and snaps in response, “hey, anyone want to hear about me and cheong-san’s first date?”

he stiffens, eyes widening as mi-jin raises an eyebrow. “you promised never to tell!”

“then don’t say stupid shit thinking i can’t hear it!”

“great, now she’ll be mean to everyone. thanks, wu-jin,” cheong-san mutters, throwing a reproachful look at wu-jin. sun-hi’s cheeks flush as she stares at her hands, clasping them together firmly and pushing her nails into her skin. its one thing to know her temper is a ticking time bomb, but it’s another for someone to acknowledge the damage she causes. especially someone she used to care about so deeply. 

su-hyeon must notice because he puts an arm around her as wu-jin protests, “jesus, it’s not like i try to upset her!”

“guys, quit it already,” su-hyeong snaps, squeezing her shoulders gently. “we’ve got enough to worry about, let’s not fight too.”

“but she-!” wu-jin cuts off suddenly. she glances up, curious to see who kicked him, but instead their eyes meet, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at her. she looks back down, trying to burn a hole into the crescent shaped marks in her skin. “fine.”

taglist: @veetlegeuse @ocappreciationtag @foxesandmagic

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[palatial-monstrosity]

the self care industry will sell you face masks and teas and whatnot so i'm here to remind you not to forget the most important self care activity which is masturbation

[within-the-last-minute]

stay safe because i like being alive at the same time as you.

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was young my dad offhandedly told me he thought people treated fish with so much casual cruelty because fish can’t scream.

The words branded themselves across my soul.

As an adult I think he may have been joking. He payed no especial attention to any indignities fish suffered in our household but I could never forget. I saw fish in a different light after that.

Fish kept in tiny bowls, breathing their own poisons, dying by inches. Fish kept in cold tanks, casually disposed of. Fish touted as being short lived when they could outlive the better loved family dog if only they could breathe. Fish casually won and discarded in cheap plastic bags, thrown away a week later.

How they would scream, if they could.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Sometimes, it isn’t the one who takes your breath away, it’s the one that reminds you to breathe.

k.b. // by jennifer johnson

[tswkento]

no one is sexier than nanami kento taking his shirt off while ranting about his day at work. and yes, the pants are another story… anyways, so

it pisses you off how he isn’t even trying to be persuasive; he is literally unwinding after an awfully long day at work and you’re watching him while laying on your shared bed with a blanket thrown lazily over your figure.

nanami stands a few steps away, facing the open door of your shared closet whilst his fingers lazily drag over the holes with buttons in them, popping them out one by one. you bite your lip in excitement when he starts taking his shirt off, thick muscles of his back and shoulders flexing deliciously as he lets out a brief relieved sigh(as opposed to your very very bothered sigh).

you mindlessly hum to his rhetoric questions and agree with everything he says while your body chooses to invade nanami’s space, as if under magnetic pressure. kicking off the blanket, you take a few steps forward in time with him putting on his sleeping shirt and wrap your arms around his middle, face burying itself between his shoulder blades, breathing him in, deep.

kento’s movements come to a halt and he turns around in your hold, the corners of his lips curled up slightly as he gazes down at you fondly. so fondly that you even feel shamefully guilty for ogling him while he was ranting about an awful day, exhaustion seeping through his every word like the nasty thoughts about making him feel good through your brain ;))

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”