#anw

[mikayesha]

I like to think i'm funny:,)

[talkativewreck]

I love to think that they use an abundance of gel to smooth out their secret curly ass hair

[chatlote]

Not a moment of rest.

[lonely-fried-art]

silly show consumes my brain again more at ten

[nahrumi]

ryoumen sukuna dislikes nothing in particular (he doesn't care about anything other than himself)

[seonghwacore]

cooking seonghwa 🍳

[mirinmuscles]

Eddy Stewart

[24-05txt]

In regards to the whole soul mate thing, Soap's been through all the phases.

He'd started curious, then confused, then mournful, then resentful. For now he's settled somewhere in the vicinity of apathy—maybe spite.

He doesn't have a soul-mark. Never has, never will, and that's... fine. He's far from the only one lacking that kind of connection, and that's enough for him to feel understood. Not alone. He's got plenty of good friends besides—with and without soulmates of their own—and he's happy that way. Really, he is; it took him a fair amount of work to get to a place where he could say that and it not be wishful thinking. He's got friends, family, dalliances, motion and company and light in his life despite the lack of a mark that tells him where his place is.

And then he meets Ghost.

The Lieutenant is huge in the sense that his presence alone takes up what space his height and muscle can't. He's quiet, too, at least before Soap makes the effort to worm his way under all that tacgear. (The man is intriguing, what can he say? Who else walks around with a honest-to-fuck skull mask day in and out.)

Ghost seems to tolerate him at first, then inexplicably starts to prickle and grouch whenever Soap comes within six feet of him. He could make up a few reasons for why that is, but instead contents himself with pretending he doesn't notice—pushing the implied boundary until Ghost mans up and tells him off.

He never does, though. And it's not long at all until Soap's found that the boundary has given way and Ghost is—well he's actually pretty pleasant to be around. He's funny, and patient, and gives way too much of a shit to be in a career that pretty much ensures the death of everyone he works with. (He likes to pretend he doesn't, but there's no other reason he would have been waiting up in that church for Soap—in fact he shouldn't have still been there at all, since he'd already scoped an escape route. The bastard's soft, is what he's saying.)

And that's when things start to backslide just a little.

They're sitting in the mess—only three of them, the Captain unable to grace them with his presence—and Gaz is talking about his sister's husband's new boyfriend being the result of a late-discovery soulmatch.

"Could you imagine," he says, pausing to chew his mouthful before he continues. "Going thirty years knowing there's someone out there for you, and not seeing them until after you're already married?"

"Could be platonic," Soap pointed out, not bothering with the same courtesy of chewing his food. Ghost kicks him under the table for it, but he honestly can't be asked to care for only three words worth.

"Could be, but still—could you imagine?"

"Nope." Soap pops the 'P' and grins. Ghost doesn't kick him this time since he hasn't taken another bite yet. "I'm a wee bit hopeless in that department."

"Ah, brother." Gaz reaches out and they clasp hands for a moment, then he nudges his shoulder. "You and me both. Never much got the fuss about it, but that does seem like some sort of cosmic irony yeah?"

"Issat irony?" Soap asks. "Don't think that's right."

Obviously, that incites a short argument that ends when Gaz pulls out his phone to look up the actual dictionary definition of 'irony', and Soap grasps to change the topic to literally anything else to avoid Gaz gloating on the off chance that he's right.

"Lt, what about you?"

Ghost blinks at him as if he hasn't been staring at the both of them through the whole conversation.

"I know what irony is, Johnny."

"No—" he can't help the scowl, and talks over Gaz's sudden jeering as he shoves his phone under his nose. Soap lifts his chin to avoid it. "You got a soul mark?"

"Read it and weep, Soap!" Gaz cheers, only slightly subdued in respect for every else in the room.

"I do." Ghost says at the same time, dipping his head in a tiny little nod, and Soap's world ends just a little bit, right there in the mess hall. Curls up, withers, and dies without so much as a squeal.

He's not able to ask if Ghost knows who it is, or if he's met them, or if they're still alive, or if it's romantic or platonic; he's not sure if it even matters, because Johhny knows right then that he will never be as close to Ghost as they are.

And it hurts.

It hurts in a way he wasn't entirely expecting.

He must hold it together well enough through the rest of dinner, and then through walking with Gaz back to their rooms, but once he's got the door locked behind him he feels the smile fall off his face. He sits down on the edge of his bed.

Ghost has a soulmate.

Ghost has a soulmate and Soap is pissed about it. Because that soulmate isn't him—it can't be, since he doesn't have a mark of his own.

It's just—it's unfair. They work so well together, on the field and off. He knows for a fact no one else can read Ghost as well as he can, no one else talks to him like he does, he doesn't hang around anyone else like he seems to hang around Soap. If anyone should be Ghost's soulmate, it should be him.

But he's not. Which means there's someone else out there that can watch his six better, understand him more, have more satisfying conversations—and it seems fucking impossible, because he doesn't even know how it could get better given the time they've known eachother... and yet.

And yet Ghost has a mark, and Soap doesn't.

It takes him days to get over it—at least enough to act himself when he's in company. Ghost tries to get him to talk about it three separate times before he can manage to get his shit together. He won't *lie* to Simon, nor is he about to admit to what's eating at him, and it leaves him snappish. Leaves the vitriol closer to the surface than it ever has been around Ghost and he hates to see how he reacts to it; he doesn't cower, doesn't flinch, doesn't avoid him, just stares—in a different way than before. John's temper will flare and Ghost will freeze a little, tilt his head, furrow his brow, and fucking stare at him until the moment passes. It might be better if he raised his voice in return, let it escalate into a proper fight—or even if he shut Soap down hard and told him to cool off. Instead Ghost looks at him like he's gone and become a stranger; like he's confused where he doesn't expect to be, and that hurts almost as much as finding out his place isn't next to Simon—or at least, he doesn't have any rightful claim to it.

[shrimpyjackal]

The show did her so dirty-

[start of the october]

[23rd day]⬅ [You are here] ➡[25th day]

[loveydive]

The Tragedy of Hayakawa Aki - chainsaw man, tatsuki fujimoto

grief lessons: four plays by euripides, anne carson // chainsaw man, tatsuki fujimoto // deathless, catherynne m. valente // “untitled,” 2016, ink on paper, kara walker // james, clementine von radics // slide tackle, japanese breakfast // how to cure a ghost, fariha róisín // red glove, holly black // the letter, richard paul evans // interview with james hall, richard siken // ptolemaea, ethel cain // iq84, haruki murakami // the godfather, mario puzo // god's silence, franz wright // crush, richard siken // tumblr user ojibwe // when i was done dying, dan deacon

[sili-a]

Life can't be all cupcakes and rainbows when your past is filled with loss

[squirrel-gay]

Enid: Yeah my mum loves the scars

they remind her of me wolfing out, that i'm no longer a disgrace

Wednesday: I like looking at them

they remind me of your love for me

Excuse me, but consider this: Enid doesn't like her scars, because they get more attention than she ever did. It's the first thing her mother notices, and she almost cries of joy because she didn't believe it when they told her she'd finally turned. Enid catches her mom looking proudly at her scars from time to time, which is more attention than she ever gave her before. "Let me get a good look at you" she says, turning Enid's head to the side, tracing the scars. Enid wants to run away. Her mom doesn't say "I'm glad you're okay" she doesn't ask if it hurt. She says "finally" because Enid almost dying is less important than her wolfing out.

Enid starts wearing her hair in a way that hides them as much as possible. Until one day Wednesday asks her about it, "do you regret how you got your scars?" and Enid's words get stuck in her throat. And Wednesday, carefully tracing the area on Enid's cheek so she doesn't touch still healing wounds, tells her that they're just a visual representation of her choices. A part of her now, sure, but they're more like a footnote, an added detail to the intricacy of her. And when Wednesday looks at them she remembers how she saved her life that day.

"If you regret saving me, that's okay, but I can't bear to see you hiding yourself like this"

And Enid stops her then, because she would never regret what she did that day.

"It's just... it feels like my scars are the only thing mum loves about me"

And Wednesday says her mom's a fool, because "What's not to love about you?"

[talkativewreck]

Dev and Hazel as the Pines twins

[seokminfilm]

faithful | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluffy (at the beginning & end), jealous seokmin, cursing, seokmin uses petnames (baby), reader uses nicknames, kissing, reader has an ex, reader thinks jealous seokmin is kind of attractive, seokmin apologizes to reader, lyr has too much fun describing seokmin pt. 92809423, happy/wholesome ending

now playing: faithful, wild east radio word count: 2069 (holy....) (for @kstrucknet)

lyr's notez: thank you @heechwe we all say in unison (she came up w this) 🤍 also....the 2nd/right picture has me feeling some type of way because holy....oh lord

As you and your boyfriend spent your Saturday afternoon parading the aisles of your local grocery store, the two of you couldn't help but be all over each other, nearly running into shelves left and right because you two couldn't keep your eyes off each other.

Seokmin was in an outfit you had never seen him in before, and it made you feel something─it was simple: a black turtleneck and a dark pair of jeans laced with a sleek, silver buckled belt.

His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his sculpted forearms and tanned skin underneath. Your head was cloudy enough just looking at his outfit, but it got even worse when you looked at his face.

He was wearing those stupid black frames again─the ones you had bought him a few months ago for a surprise─and they perfectly sat on his nose. His smile was a bright, butterfly-inducing white as he scrolled on his phone, reading the grocery list. You almost kissed him in the middle of the frozen food section when he helped a lady's kid reach something on the higher shelf, paternal instincts kicking in without his knowledge.

"Did we get the salt?" Seokmin's voice awakens you from your reverie, and you nod, obviously flustered that he caught you in that state. He looks at you and smiles, knowing what's going through your head as his hand brushes yours. "Stay focused, baby."

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one having to hold themselves back from flinging themselves on their boyfriend because he looks so attractive in the outfit he's wearing." You say while locking eyes with him. Seokmin gets a kick out of this, a smile coming on his face as he kisses your forehead.

"Who told you I wasn't also trying to hold myself back? You don't know─I may want to kiss you really badly right now," Seokmin's voice is playful as he gives you a sweet side glance, and you can't help but laugh, propelling the cart forward as the two of you laugh at each other's antics.

As you and Seokmin browse the produce section (Seokmin really doing all the hard work while you just hang back and admire the sushi a few steps away), Seokmin's hands find their place on your waist, shocking you as he presses you against the cart.

His lips hover just above your ear, and he leans in, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you just to reach around you to get his phone.

"Min, what was that all about?" You ask confused, body warm from his touch. You were already flustered─he was just making it worse.

"That guy keeps looking at you," Seokmin's voice is suspicious as he continues to push the cart, and you glanced over at who he was talking about, eyes widening as you met eyes with him.

It was your toxic ex-boyfriend who had left you for another girl two years ago, and he was back in town─without a girlfriend, might you add.

"Do you know him, baby?" Seokmin's voice is louder now that you two have turned the corner. He's curious: the man stared at you like he was familiar with you, and it made Seokmin sick to his stomach. The way his eyes sparkled when he watched you...Seokmin fumed quietly, knowing that he alone was supposed to watch you like that.

"That's my ex. He's...." You trail off, and Seokmin finishes it for you, eyebrows falling into a serious look. "I remember. You told me about him." Seokmin's voice had a darker edge to it, one you had never heard before.

Seokmin was always mild-mannered and polite, even when he had a strong opinion or dislike of something. This─the side of Seokmin you were seeing now─was very new to you. 

You couldn't lie and say you didn't think it was really attractive.

“Hey!” A familiar voice from behind you interrupts your thoughts about your boyfriend, and you turn around and lock eyes with your ex. There’s a surprising kindness in his gaze that catches you off guard, leaving you frozen and unsure of how to respond.

“Oh─hi!” You try to be polite, hoping your smile doesn’t come off as a grimace. Seokmin smiles beside you, trying to be polite: he remembers everything you told him, and he tries to push the thoughts of rising anger away, wanting to be cordial and polite in the situation.

“How are you? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Your ex comes in for a hug, but you refuse, stepping back as you just nod. Your ex notices this, face dropping slightly as his grin turns to a straight-lipped smile. “It has. I’ve been good, though.” 

“Well, that’s good to hear. Who’s this? I don’t think we’ve met before.” His question is directed at you, but his eyes are on Seokmin’s imposing frame as he speaks. Seokmin doesn’t back down, not affected by your ex’s judgemental stare.

“This is Seokmin, my boyfriend.” You gesture to Seokmin, and he nods, reaching out to shake hands with your ex as his voice is warm. “It’s nice to meet you.”

"It’s nice to meet you too.” Your ex’s voice is filled with sarcastic politeness as he takes Seokmin’s hand, retracting it as his eyes glare Seokmin’s way. You both could tell that he was disgusted by Seokmin: it wasn’t hard to notice, seeing how his lips turned into a slight sneer when Seokmin entered the conversations started by your ex.

Seokmin was threatened by the way he looked at you─he could tell your ex was making you uncomfortable, and it bothered him even more that he was subtly yet surely trying to flirt with you. It was something in the way your ex had given you backhanded compliments it with a little laugh in his voice as if mocking who you were and the man Seokmin was.

Slight dislike grew into disgust, and before he knew it, Seokmin’s rational thinking had flown out of the window. He was seeing stars from how angry he was getting.

“So how has Seokmin been? Treating you and caring for you, I mean.” Your ex’s question sounded so sarcastic you almost visibly winced, but you bit back the urge, smiling up at your boyfriend whose expression had already darkened three shades.

“Seokmin has done so much for me, and I’m really glad I met him. He's been a breath of fresh air after our disagreement.” You try to stay polite, but it becomes increasingly uncomfortable to listen to your ex speak about your boyfriend. In reality, Seokmin is the best thing that has ever happened to you.

“You look happy, don’t get me wrong. I just─I would have thought that you would have chosen better. You were never good at thinking or using your brain for anything other than being cute and reading too much into things.” Your ex scoffed unamusedly, and your eyes got watery as you stared down at the grown, face warming up at his words. 

His words dripped with sarcasm that pierced through you, leaving you feeling small and uncertain about your nature. Each comment was like the stab of a sharp knife, cutting and slicing all the positive things Seokmin told you every day. Even though you said you had gotten over your ex, and you had, those words still hurt. No matter who said them, words still hurt.

“Okay, woah. Don’t you dare say that about her. That’s so far from the truth.” Seokmin’s voice grew harder by the second as he stepped towards your boyfriend, anger radiating off him in thick waves.

His eyes were five shades darker, sharp and fierce as he looked at your ex with a burning hatred. Seokmin’s hand tightened around yours as he stared, unmoved by the stares he was garnering from other shoppers.

“What? I was just telling the truth. She has this habit of making decisions about her love life and then crying when it all goes wrong.” Your ex’s voice had a bite to it, and Seokmin didn’t falter, lips curving up into a sneer as he let go of your hand. His whole body is tense, on fire, and he wants nothing more than to punch your ex straight in his jaw and send him crying to his girlfriend (or lack thereof).

“You have some fucking nerve saying that about my girlfriend in front of me. I was trying to be polite and cordial throughout all of this, but as soon as you started talking from your ass, I forgot. Fuck off.”  The cursing from Seokmin sounds so foreign to you─you knew he was capable of it, but you never heard him do it around you. The venom behind his words was tangible, and if you were your ex, you would back off in fear of him.

Seokmin’s voice is so low and angry that it even shocks him in the back of his mind, but his face doesn’t register the thought. Your ex backs off, obviously shocked at the sharpness of his tone as well. He doesn’t say anything more, giving the two of you one last glance before he strolls away. 

Seokmin’s chest rises and falls quickly, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he pushes the cart to the checkout area. The whole time he’s eerily quiet, on edge as he pays for the groceries and loads them out into the back of his car.

You get in on the other side, still in shock at the Seokmin you saw in the aisle just a few minutes earlier. He was harsh─harsher than you had ever seen him be before. 

It was an eye-opener for you, and you found yourself being attracted to your boyfriend even more.

When Seokmin got into the car and buckled his seat belt up, his head hit the headrest with a hard bump, causing you to look over at him.

He was quiet as he stared up at the car’s ceiling, and you reached out to touch his forearm, smiling at him as he looked over at you.

“I’m really, really, really sorry, baby. I overreacted in there and what you saw wasn’t necessary and was uncalled for, and for that, I’m─” Seokmin was cut off by you leaning over the stick shift and kissing him, feeling the stress disappear from his shoulders. He went slack under your touch, lips feeling yours as he let you take over.

When you pulled away, Seokmin fell quiet, confused as you smiled to yourself. “Did I say something funny?” He asked, and you shook your head, looking out of the window as you buckled yourself up.

“No, Min. You were just─I was really shocked when I saw you get angry at him like that,” You said, and Seokmin looked down at his hands, sighing.

“I’m sorry. When he started talking to you I was already starting to get suspicious of him, but when he started saying those things to you…god, it fucking drove me insane.” Seokmin started to get riled up again, but you placed your hands on his forearm, and he slowly dwindled back down after a few breaths.

“Did I scare you or anything?” Seokmin asks sweetly, eyes looking at you worriedly as you shake your head. Pushing his bangs back from his face, you caress his cheek, watching him with love in your eyes as you shake your head again, slowly.

“No, Seok. I thought it was really attractive of you.” You say softly, a heat rushing to your cheeks as Seokmin smiles deviously. “Really?” 

“Yeah. It made me want to kiss you really badly.” Seokmin leans over to touch his lips to yours softly, making you gasp at the way he slowly tickles your cheek with his slender, graceful fingers.

Seokmin leans closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers, “You should do that.” A playful giggle escapes your lips, and you can’t help but smile at the mischief in his eyes. With a teasing flutter of your heart, you weave your fingers through his soft, tousled curls, feeling the gentle silkiness beneath your touch. You pull him in just a little closer, your lips brushing softly against his, slightly swollen from previous kisses.

Savoring the moment, you whisper, “Don’t mind if I do, Minnie,” before closing the distance between you, tasting the sweetness of the connection you both share.

[missmolsa]

Some girlies <33

[vaunteir]

your honor, that is a filipino.