#but gosh these are sooooo good

[dramaism]

Do Ha Na & So Mun The Uncanny Counter 2: Counter Punch (2023)

[thyandrawrites]

It's all about Nagi living alone in a tiny one bedroom, one bathroom apartment with zero personality and Reo having a whole floor for himself but still living surrounded by tacky-expensive home decor with no apparent traces of his actual personality, either. It's all about how Nagi's parents haven't visited him in 2 years nor taken an interest in his life since, while Reo's are content to live floors apart from their teenage son, only taking an interest in what value he can bring to Mikage Corp but being otherwise uninvolved in / dismissive of his actual life. It's all about them being surrounded by people and still not knowing how to form a meaningful connection with another person before meeting each other. It's all about them being so starved for genuine human warmth to combat their bone-deep loneliness that they both treasure memories of tiny, inconsequential moments where they were spending time with their parents. Something something it's this line,

and how it describes them both despite being said about Reo. It's them being awkward 17-year-olds who had never before had an equal who would just respect them as they are and unconditionally look their way. In this essay I will-

[josephtrohman]

hayley’s caught in the middle dance (GONE WRONG)

[shokos-lazy-life]

Guys....guys...about the Kamados...

Also spoilers!

Just finished reading this damn sobfest manga and a question here,specifically about the dad,

as in are we sure Tanjuro,the Kamado patriarch,didn't die because he overtaxed himself with the Sun Breathing?

We sure he didn't die because of the demon slayer mark or something?

Like it's never specified what age he was when he died but he seemed young if ill and the Kamado's wouldn't know that they are essentially performing superhuman and really taxing feats,yeah?

Like Tanjiro specified his father had the same damn mark he himself is developing and Hinokami Kagura is essentially just Sun Breathing for dummies so...?

I mean the official reason for the death of the Kamado patriarch is basically an unspecified illness and I am totally ready to accept that too!

Don't get me wrong this story is tear jerking enough without the implications of the blessing of inhuman strength also basically being a curse for everyone involved.

But yeah this thought won't leave me alone and since I am sick right now and possibly delirious if this post makes no sense I apologize.

But really,realistically Kamado's wouldn't know what the damn breathing is and anyone else would have just called a random wasting sickness.

At the same time,they did live on a mountain so maybe the dad just caught pneumonia or something?

But like he was wrestling bears at one point and dancing the Hinokami for hours apparently,and Tanjiro describes that as actual debilitating pain and a stamina and strength sapping effort of only pulling one of the forms,imagine dancing it consecutively for hours?

Man no wonder Tanjiro just seems to be so good at this too!

He had the most difficult form of breathing as a yearly tradition!

No but really this damn breathing form and breathing in general was dropping people left and right and most of the Hashiras got their mark in the end but imagine being a normal man and pulling this superhuman bullshit as a yearly tradition that lasts hours?

Damn the entire Kamado family is something else.

It also gives credence to that whole adage about no hero ever had a happy life but thankfully we had the power of friendship on our side.

In other words Kamado's are crazy but that's nothing new.

On the side note,apparently the realest and smartest person here is evidently Tengen.

Man came there,saw,conquered and dipped.

No but really how pissed of would you be if you basically killed this world's version of basically Satan and then the very thing that gave you the strength to do it,kills you?

It's probably nothing and I hope it was just some random illness or something but jeez the coincidence and implications are not giving me any joy.

[pink-november]

We’ve severely misjudged which world-ending threats should be the main focus here, because as it turns out these two might bring about destruction to everything and everyone before the Princess can (and a bonus doodle)

Aaueeguunhkanzksndjfndosnsnsjabzwuxhdkdjndxhennnnhj <- the sounds of someone dying from the combined power of Cold and Broken's puppy eyes

This is a threat to the world, no, the universe itself. There's no chance to escape, no point in running. A mere glance at these two is enough to render anyone within range to speechlessness, experience mind-shattering shock before succumbing to a heap of gooey puddles and being filled with cuteness aggression. The Princess better watch out.

[luthorao3]

Hey babe, could I get a "You're cold. Come here" for foxxay, please?

And 100% you do the build up to the big moments better than anyone I know, bitch

I hope you're feeling better 💖

darling <3 i would move the moon for you were it in my power! i'm setting this vaguely within the Camomile and Chlorine AU setting simply because i can and i have missed it kind of dearly.

Dusk, and the air pools like tepid water in around Cordelia’s ankles.

“Pick a hand,” Misty tells her, and holds out two closed fists. “Any hand.”

They’re sitting at Myrtle’s wicker bench set, one on either side and facing each other. One of Misty’s legs swings back-and-forth beneath the table, occasionally bumping Cordelia’s shin – cool where she’s removed her shoes. Their empty dinner plates have been stacked to one side, a candle burns just off-centre, and the cicadas chirp their mellow music to herald in the night. Cordelia tucks a hand around her wine glass, the other just beneath her chin. She eyes Misty’s closed fists with a quiet kind of intrigue.

“What’s in them?”

“In this one,” Misty says, shaking her right fist, “are all your hopes and dreams.”

Laughter bubbles up from Cordelia’s belly before she can think to hold it back.

“And in the other,” Misty says, eyes narrowed, pointedly ignoring her, “is everything that you tell yourself is more important. Work. Job. Career.”

“They’re all the same thing—”

“Reputation,” Misty talks over her, prompting Cordelia to laugh again. While she makes a valiant attempt to hold back her own amusement, she's clearly straining to keep her expression neutral. “Money. You know what I mean. All that stuff society tells you is important. Shit, I don’t know… a fancy car.”

“Okay,” Cordelia agrees, tucking a smile into her glass.

“So,” Misty says, and nods expectantly.

“So?”

“Why, how much have you had to drink, darlin’? Pick one.”

The pet name rolls off her tongue like it’s nothing, meant to tease, to jab, a barb against Cordelia’s inability to keep up with the way that Misty’s thoughts spiral into one another, and yet— Cordelia prays the night is too deep, the light from their candle too weak, to show the true extent of her blush. She takes another sip of wine. She clears her throat, twice.

“Well,” finally, eyeing Misty’s hands and not the amusement that dances like a will-o-the-wisp inside her eyes, “that seems like a silly question.”

“It’s absolutely not,” Misty insists, “but tell me why.”

“The answer’s obvious, isn’t it? The second option makes the first option achievable.” When Misty’s expression cracks with a frown, Cordelia elaborates: “Money. A successful career. I’d be able to build my life exactly how I want it – my house, my lifestyle, my travel… my brand new fancy car. It seems like it’s a no-brainer.”

Misty nods, expression guarded.

“But,” Cordelia says, and lowers her glass to the table. “But the way you said it, the two options you gave me, you make it sound like that second option doesn’t already include all my hopes and dreams. You make it sound like they can’t be mutually exclusive.”

“Huh. I guess I did.”

If Cordelia didn’t know better – if Cordelia had, perhaps, not already finished that first glass of wine – she’d call Misty’s expression knowing.

“Which suggests,” Cordelia continues, “that there’s something else I want. Some other… hope or dream. Something I’d want more than financial security, or a nice house, or a successful career. Some other, secret wish I’ve been hiding, maybe.” A giddy pulse trembles through her veins, but where Cordelia had meant to tease, she only finds herself wondering – if, perhaps, she’s accidentally hit some kind of mark that she’d never even known to aim for. “Something… better.”

Across from her, limned in silver, Misty tilts her head ever so carefully to one side and catches starlight in her eyes.

For a heartbeat, Cordelia loses her breath and her train of thought.

“So,” Misty says again, and emphasises both fists still held aloft, waiting for Cordelia’s answer. “What’s the verdict?”

Cordelia holds her gaze for a spell longer, asking herself that same question.

And maybe she’s a little tipsy. Maybe it’s the night time air and the spell that it casts over her, sometimes, filling her lungs and her head with fancy. Maybe it’s just because it’s Misty asking, and if Cordelia can be her true self with anybody, if she can expose the bones and bricks of herself, the foundations, the roots so deep even she may be looking upon them for the first time, she knows she’s at least in safe company.

Maybe it’s just a game and it doesn’t have to be that deep.  

But when she reaches out to pick a hand, there is no hesitation.

Her fingers settle over Misty’s right fist, a barely-there weight and yet heavy as an anchor. A declaration of intention. A promise. A secret.

“Jesus!” Misty hisses, and the moment bursts like the pressure equalising inside Cordelia’s ears.

She almost manages to draw her hand away before Misty is capturing it between both her own.

“You’re cold. Come here.”

Cordelia hesitates just long enough for Misty to tug on her hand, to threaten to pull her over the table herself, and then Cordelia is standing, losing Misty’s touch, making her way around the table. Misty shifts up the bench and does not hesitate to draw Cordelia into the warm spot she’s just vacated, to wrap her arms around her and rock the pair of them, laughing, from side to side.

Then their laughter calms, and the rocking stops, and they’re still sitting with their arms about each other, daring the chill air to part them.

Misty tucks her cheek against Cordelia’s shoulder and muffles her yawn.

“What is it, anyway?” she asks, blinking the moisture from her eyes. “This big, secret hope-and-or-dream you’re hiding from me?”

Cordelia’s smile is a private thing, hidden, at this angle, from Misty’s wondering gaze.

She feels very full of something. Something warm and bright and electric. Something that sparks inside her belly and makes her want to laugh, again, that she has to clamp her teeth around the soft inside of her cheek to keep it down. Repressing it makes her muscles shake, which Misty only mistakes as a shiver and holds her ever tighter.

“I don’t know… maybe I don’t have a name for it, yet.”

“Maybe you’ll tell me, when you do,” Misty whispers, and Cordelia relaxes in her arms.

Maybe I already have.

[teleportationmagic]

What if I was rereading Woman of Tomorrow? What if I got to chapter five? What if I read "What I have seen... how can I still be a little girl?" and "tomorrow will come soon enough" and "I will pass and this place will pass and stars will fall and suns will rise" and "you will be a woman, looking back on the many decades of your life, the terrors and the triumphs" and "you are still my little girl"? and what if I started sobbing?

[monthofsick]

Day 2 - Can't Stop Puking

fandom - SHINee

characters - OT5

sickee - Taemin

summary - Taemin gets a stomach bug

warnings : vomit, jokes about overeating, stomach ache, talk and symptoms of fainting, hospital mention

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53102917/chapters/135368110

(I hope this works as a way to submit, since I don't want to submit with my main account)

warnings : vomit, jokes about overeating, stomach ache, talk and symptoms of fainting, hospital mention, real person fiction

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53102917/chapters/135368110

This definitely works as a way to submit!

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Top 10 videos that are amazing outstanding incredible showstopping powerful breathtaking and freaking LIFE CHANGING-

[skzoologist]

Oh my god, gathering the courage to send a non-anon ask is so fucking hard--

Is this how you guys feel? I'm so sorry, I swear I am a nice person, a nervous wreck actually, but shhh.

[cerealmonster15]

[dndads ep31]

like was the Whole Thing™️ the scam or just the last part about running off to steal the mascot things……. I’m gonna go crazy over this for 2 weeks

[livelaughlovefootball]

I guess the good luck charm alternates between ferrari and mclaren? 😭 'If one needs to prosper, the other needs to be sacrificed'

😭😭😭

I guess so...

So apparently Ferrari and McLaren cannot both do well in the same race. I ain't got enough luck for that.

So every sunday i'll laugh for one and cry for the other. My emotions are quite mixed bc half of me wants to be so happy for mclaren and the other half wants to be all sulky for ferrari

[inkykeiji]

omg touya-nii is totally a gin or tequila drinker!!! ugh our little psycho <333 idky but i think a man drinking tequila is so sexy cause its that idgaf i can handle my alcohol drink UGH sorry touya is just so sexy... and im a tomura girl but like you know dont tell tomura lmao 🍓

yes right!?!?!? omg rly??????? tequila has always been a party drink to me so i find men drinking straight whiskey/scotch/bourbon to be incredibly attractive and very gentlemanly of them (*/ω＼*) pretty much any amber drink in a crisp glass with a few cubes of ice has me dropping my panties and bunching up my skirt <333

HEHEHE ur secret is safe with me strawberrie babie (ρω< )⌒☆

[twpsyn-who]

Me : I can't wait to make a playground for N's route! I bet is going to be the best in book 3

Also me * process to replay the first book 5 times, none ending on N's route *

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@softgirlgonehaywire

“You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.”

— Caitlyn Siehl, Chocolate Chip Pancakes

[helloitsace0space]

Love when they write Bumblebee like he has unmedicated inattentive ADHD