#bc istg

[frogaroundandfindout]

You’ll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It’s obvious

Tonight is going to be the loneliest

You’re still the oxygen I breathe

I see your face when I close my eyes

It’s torturous

[seokmattchuus]

i'm abt to cause actual real life problems why is xinche the only person in the lineup i gaf abt

I don't care much for him but I accepted him as a final debut member when he was consistently ranked high. At least I got 6/9 faves in there 😭

[sourkreem]

A couple of lazy Jason sketches. Still figuring out his design. Also do you think he ugly cries at least once a week.

[lotus-pear]

top 10 moments before disaster (dazai is about to step on his toes)

[shigayokagayama]

this is the most difficult thing to prove ever because the manga is mistranslated and trying to find raws of early chapters is borderline impossible but i need it to be known that in the manga teru's hair is described like this

BUT the original word used instead of "brown" is actually "chapatsu" which is a specific style of bleaching associated with delinquency in japan that looks like this

live the rest of your life with this knowledge.

[doctorsiren]

I had a thought

[targarrus]

creator/ destroyer

[km3tt0]

Nothing distracts me from you…

[AU where Star comes back to life and everyone is happy and these two idiots blatantly flirt with each other but are still very oblivious, give them time]

[homefryboy]

when I see ppl like "wow tom kenny voices ice king AND simon?? the range" I hafta stifle a lil anime chuckle bc like he also voices all these guys just in adventure time

etc, etc, etc

[cringefail-clown]

in the unfathomable vastness of paradox space, a thrumming pulse tying all living together rings through

[sunnymainecoonx]

Can u guys tell I like setting up different interpretations of the same character together yet

I've done so with swap(he's the most obvious one) and I've done so with horror. And now dusts on that list too. I have had thought of others like ink but, maybe another time

[tvmusiclife]

USA a haven for SA offenders, KKK, Neo-N*zis, and wanna be alpha males??? 🤡

[sugawhaaa]

The xh community on here is so small that istg we all know and interact with each other 24/7 unintentionally 😭

@liverspaghett @joocomics @joohanisms @jooillusion @b1mbodoll @puppyluvfics

[specific-dreamer]

side note because it’s in every one of my fics i think but when the curtis brothers call their father “daddy” i am not infantilizing them. them motherfuckers are southern and from the fucking bible belt, you cannot tell me they weren’t regularly calling their parents mama and daddy

[tojisun]

established simon (ghost) riley x fem reader; eventual john price x fem reader; hinted t141 x fem reader

!! suggestive - minors dni; hints of d/s; 944 words

johnny almost falls from his seat as he sees who’s closing in. 

he smacks kyle’s thigh, the younger man hissing in anger before following johnny’s jutted finger, only for his own jaw to fall open in surprise when he finally sees what’s got johnny’s face spasming. john sighs through his nose before twisting, tipping his boonie just a little bit to clear his vantage. 

ah, he thinks, his own heart lodging itself in his throat. no wonder.

simon finally made it, the tall man weaving his way around the crowd and sidestepping strangers with passion. price knows it’s less about his aversion to being touched by strangers and more about securing the package cradled gently in his toned arms – you.

you’re not tiny by normal standards, john could tell, but beside ghost, you look a whole lot smaller. you’re dressed in a frilly pink dress, looking too prim and too proper for the establishment. for the man holding you.

john has to briefly turn his eyes away, licking the back of his teeth as a spike of hunger seizes him whole. 

you and ghost finally make it to the group, and they all watch, with little shame, as ghost claims the seat they’ve saved for him before pulling you into his lap. you follow with a fond huff, using simon’s shoulder to steady yourself as you wiggle around to find a comfortable position. 

all throughout, simon’s hands are firmly on you, touching and guiding, but also marking and claiming. john thinks it’s also a reminder to the squad: she’s mine.

john nurses his whiskey, swallowing down the alcohol to quench his thirst. 

then, you finally look at them, beautiful doe eyes blinking up at them with curiosity and interest.

fuck, you’re too goddamn beautiful.

“hey there, little lass,” johnny greets first, his pale cheeks tinged with the slightest pink, and his arm out for you to shake. they all watch as you do just that, tender hand and dewy skin meeting scarred and battle-worn ones. 

the contrast has john gripping his glass of whiskey, and, unwittingly, a brief thought flashes through his mind: how beautiful you would look being corrupted by them all.

as he shots the rest of his alcohol, his eyes accidentally meet simon’s.

john expected anger or even a flash of betrayal, instead, all he sees is the way simon’s eyes are heavy with thinly-veiled interest.

oh.

“hello,” your reply breaks the eye contact and both men shift to look at you. you introduce yourself, and john mouths your name to himself, testing the way it rolls off his tongue. 

kyle hums from beside johnny, extending his hand out next with a charming smile. you smile back at him, still looking like a perfect picture of a good and proper girl. not even the way that you’re sat on the lap of a man whose face is fully obscured by a plain balaclava could alter the way you are all dolled up and darling for them all.

“cap’n?” kyle’s voice pierces through his thoughts and john blinks back into reality before instantly turning his eyes to their guest. 

don’t mind the fact that it had been kyle who asked for him – john is already giving you his full attention. 

“hey there, sweet girl,” john’s voice is a purr – a sure gamble – and he watches the way you freeze, your eyes going wide as you clock in the desire coating his words.

johnny and kyle straighten up from their seats, their lips pinched together as their eyes flick between their captain and their lieutenant. 

but ghost doesn’t do anything.

instead, they watch as simon’s hand snakes up to your throat from where it rested on your stomach. the glide was slow, deliberately putting on a show, and they watched with rapt attention as simon gently squeezed your throat – the action not made to hurt but to ground you.

simon uses this hold to tug you closer to him until his lips are hovering over your ear. 

“c’mon, love,” simon’s voice rumbles within the startling silence that has overtaken their little group. “what do good girls say?”

you lick your lips and their eyes zone in on the little sliver of your tongue, their chests constricting when they finally register your blown up eyes, your pupils eating up the colours of your irises. 

“hello, sir,” you finally murmur, your voice breathy and light as you turn to john. 

john pretends that he doesn’t understand why the mere mention of his title slipping from your pouty lips had set his nerves on fire.

“yeah,” he hears himself say. “would never tire hearin’ you callin’ me sir, that’s for sure sweetheart.”

johnny chokes from somewhere beside him but he doesn’t pay it any mind because simon looks at him, contemplative, before giving a short nod.

it’s all john needs before he reaches out and brushes your hair away from your face. you’re still staring at him with wide eyes, your breaths passing between your pearly teeth and glossy lips, and john ducks down just enough that only you and simon could hear.

“tell me to stop now, little one.”

your resounding whine and the soft shake of your head gives john the answer he needs.

but simon clicks his tongue. “use y’r words, love.”

“don’t,” you begin, sighing in quiet pleasure when simon’s other hand travels down your skirt, his warm palm rubbing along the expanse of your thigh. “don’t stop. please, sir.”

both john and simon rumble in elation at your response. at your beautiful docility. at how proper and good a girl you truly are. 

and now, you could be john’s girl too. 

[love4hobi]

j-hope, for Weverse Magazine