#hey wave

[wavet0earth]

so soo bin: hey, wave 파도야 english translation

아주 멀리 멀리 갈까 해가 지고 있는 걸까 배를 타고 떠나볼까 어떤 날씨를 만날까 should we go very far is the sun setting should we set off on a boat in what weather shall we meet

파도야 나를 밀어주겠니 난 휩쓸리네 가만히 누워 바다를 보면 자유롭게 hey wave, will you push me i'm swept away i lie down and look at the sea freely

파도야 파도야 나는 일렁이네 파도야 파도야 나는 춤을 출래 파도야 파도야 나는 그만 할래 파도야 파도야 파도야 파도야 hey wave, wave, i'm swaying hey wave, wave, can i dance hey wave, wave, i want to stop this hey wave, hey wave, hey wave, hey wave

겨우 내일로 벗어남 나는 어제를 헤엄해 목이 마르지도 않아 너를 마실 순 없잖아 barely escaping to tomorrow i swim from yesterday i'm not even thirsty since i can't drink you

파도야 나를 잊어주겠니 난 휩쓸리네 가만히 누워 하늘을 보면 자유롭게 hey wave, will you forget me i'm swept away i lie down and look at the sky freely

파도야 파도야 나는 일렁이네 파도야 파도야 나는 춤을 출래 파도야 파도야 나는 그만 할래 파도야 파도야 파도야 파도야 hey wave, wave, i'm swaying hey wave, wave, can i dance hey wave, wave, i want to stop this hey wave, hey wave, hey wave, hey wave

눈앞이 어두울 때 외로움이 나를 가둘 때 내 뜻대로 되질 않네 자��만 가라앉네 수면 위로 다다를 때 나를 데려가 줄래 when it's dark in front of me when the loneliness imprisons me amd it's not going my way i just keep sinking until i reach above the surface can you take me with you

on the wave on the wave on the wave i’m on the wave

[tangledstarlight]

thinking about how when the boys piss julie off she pulls out her laptop and starts googling how to get rid ghosts and spirits from a house. every time they annoy her a little more, she starts doing one of the suggestions while making direct eye contact.

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompt 9

[yourlocalgremlin96024]

Ya know what-

(Aroaces your racers)

(Non-flag coloured version below cut! ^^)

[monomons]

redesigns ^_^

[atbgauge]

[treasuringizu]

⤷ gojo x reader | 0.7k words |

⤷ tags | insecure reader, very self-insert, suggestive content at the very end, established relationship, not proofread, satoru loves u, u love satoru, he's a sap!! satoru carries you up at the end.

“Hey,” Satoru breathes, nuzzling his face into your neck, soft white hair tickling your skin. 

“Hmm.” you hum, running your fingers through his soft locks, your other hand rubbing along his back, feeling the smooth material of his cotton shirt, lingering on the muscles you can feel under it. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even more into his lap so that your chests are as close as they could be, your bodies melded together. You feel his nose press into you and the rise and fall of his body as he releases a breath when you place a delicate kiss on his shoulder. 

“You know you’re beautiful, right?��� 

“Satoru…” you do your half-awkward laugh, half breathing out thing that you always do whenever someone compliments you, now burying your own face into his neck as heat crawls up your skin. 

“You are. You truly are,” he says, pulling away from you and holding you by your waist, looking straight into your eyes with that unwavering gaze that never fails to let you know he’s being genuine. You take him in as his silver eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones, framing his azure eyes that are intensely staring back at you. His glasses are always off around you. He claims he wants to fully see you as best as he can. 

Awkwardly smiling, you hold eye contact for a few seconds before nervously glancing away from his eyes. At times like this you can’t help but wonder, how does he see you as that? As beautiful. Doesn’t he know that he’s the beautiful one? That he’s the one that makes you stop in place multiple times a day just to think, wow. It's hard to believe him sometimes, when he says things like this. He says it so freely too, with no hesitation, no reluctance, simply opening his heart for you to look inside and do whatever you want with it. It makes you grateful that he chose you, of all people. It makes you scared, because what will you do when it's over? When it doesn't last? 

“We all know you’re the beautiful one, Satoru,” you respond, looking over his shoulder. When you’re met with silence, you glance back at him only to see his eyebrows furrowed, a pout on his lips, and without thinking you smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, smiling softly when he only pouts even more like a petulant child. 

He cups your face with his large hand, frown softening but still there when your eyes flutter and you rub your cheek into him. “Why do you always do that? Why don’t you ever believe me?” 

You keep your eyes closed. “You know why, Satoru…” You bring your front to his again, burying your face in his neck and holding him close as if he might disappear from under your fingers. 

“I’m yours forever, you know? There’s no getting rid of me. No matter how hard you try. You’re stuck with me, baby.”

“So you’ve said.” You hate when you’re not able to respond with the same thing, hate the hurt he tries to mask but fails around you when you don’t tell him how you truly feel, but you know he knows. You just need to work up the nerve to let it out.

He lets you avoid, Satoru can never deny you. Instead, you breathe him in, inhaling the comforting smell of his cologne and detergent, and he rubs soft shapes into your back, deft fingers bringing you to the edges of sleep. It's like this for a few minutes, the soft sounds of your breaths the only thing you can hear on the couch, but then he speaks again. 

“I’ll make sure to keep telling you until you believe me.” 

You sigh, “Will you now?”

You feel the jerk of his head against your neck as he nods, determined, and you smile to yourself. You can’t ever let him go. 

“I will, every single day.” You don’t mention that he already does. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, love. It kills me. I love it.”

You laugh, and he pulls away again to see the action, eyes crinkling with his own smile, dimples forming in his cheeks as his eyes sweep over your face.  

“Alright, Sa- Oh!” You’re cut off when he lifts you up with one arm, wrapping your legs around his waist and strolling over to the bedroom. “Satoru!” 

He winks at you, patting your ass. “I know a few other ways I can show you I think you’re beautiful.” 

[mi-ciudad]

Hay! 👋🏻👨🏻🧢

[mewkwota]

Geo Stelar and his super-cool futuristic boots that he could probably use to knock someone out with. They were keeping me up last night. :[

[jpasionr]

Finally free from BIG Big Run 😭

[swordsmans]

few things are funnier than opening the notes of a post and seeing ur friends in there. like turning over a rock to find a bunch of cool bugs. the swarm approves so this one passes peer review i guess

[yuesya]

The sky is dark.

Even during daytime, the sky is dark, almost as if it were evening. A perpetual twilight. It’s a sight that is very much unnatural, yet there’s very little that is natural about the world nowadays. Not since the day when a horde of cursed spirits suddenly manifested in the heart of New Shinjuku with no warning whatsoever, promptly plunging the freshly-rebuilt city into chaos. And almost as if it had been a signal of sorts, similar incidents had swiftly spread across the globe in the days that followed.

Armageddon, some called it. The End of the World. As the catastrophe progressed, the environment itself changed as well in reflection of the disaster ravaging the now-hostile, dangerous world.

“So this is where you’re hiding, huh?”

Shiki turns around and cranes her head to look upwards. “… Satoru-niichan?”

Her cousin pats her on the head, and plops down on the stone ledge next to her with a gusty sigh. “Needed a break?”

Shiki doesn’t respond to that, instead drawing her legs closer to herself and burying her face into her knees. She receives another headpat from her cousin.

“I get it,” he says. “It’s a lot. Sorcerers aren’t really supposed to do much aside from just killing cursed spirits, but look at us now –shining paragons and defenders of the last, greatest bastions of humanity. What a joke, right? Like, what do I know about running cities or maintaining infrastructure or resource allocation?”

��People are grasping at straws,” Shiki says quietly. Between the two of them… it’s definitely Satoru-niichan who bears the heavier burden. But even so, despite all the responsibilities that he’s laden with, he still does his best to look out for her in moments like these.

The knowledge lights a spark of warmth inside her chest.

“Yeah, they most definitely are,” Satoru-niichan sighs. “And sorcerers happen to look like they have the longest straws, no thanks to the entire mess back in ‘18.”

“… Geto-san’s Cursed Spirit Manipulation would’ve been nice to have right now,” Shiki props up her chin with a hand. Considering that the entire world was overrun with cursed spirits, his cursed technique would’ve been an excellent counter.

He might even be the new ‘Strongest.’

… Although, if Geto-san were still alive, he probably would’ve set off to make his own stronghold, one that strictly, specifically only protected sorcerers.

Shiki sighs.

“Oh, and you know what else would be nice to have? A good bowl of cream anmitsu.”

The girl blinks in surprise at the sudden non-sequitur, and gives her cousin a side-eye.

“What? I thought we were indulging in a bout of wishful thinking here,” the young man sticks his tongue out at her. Food is growing scarce; most fruits are dried or preserved –and that’s to say nothing of how ice cream and such frozen desserts of the like are a luxury rarely seen anymore. Sugar is rationed and restricted, as is salt. “Although I’d take konpeito, too.”

Konpeito would definitely be easier to obtain than something outrageous like cream anmitsu, especially the specific type that Satoru-niichan had once been so fond of.

“Hmm… I think I’ll try to get my hands on some konpeito once we get back to the Tokyo base,” Satoru-niichan decides. Then, with a teasing grin directed towards her, “I might even share some with you if you ask me nicely!”

Shiki rolls her eyes, “I don’t like sweets.”

“You don’t like sweets? Still?” Her cousin shakes his head, “Ehh… you’re really missing out, cute little cousin of mine.”

“Pass.”

“See?! I think you could definitely use a bit of sweetness to lighten up that doom and gloom,” Satoru-niichan informs her, and stretches. “… Man, there’s nothing like an apocalypse to make you realize that so many good foods out there can disappear forever just like that. Once this is all over and everything is on the proper road to recovery, I think I’ll go on a world tour and try out allll the local delicacies I can find.”

“… You mean all the local sweets?” Shiki says dryly.

“Ha! Are you sassing me?” Satoru-niichan sits up straight and laughs, delighted. “See if I bring you along for my future gourmet adventures, then!”

Shiki dips her head and bites back a small smile.

… 

The sky is still dark and dreary. But somehow, by the time that Shiki returns to the encampment with her cousin, things still seem to be a bit brighter than they previously were before.

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Old Deuteronomy being endlessly patient means a lot to me, but particularly his patience with humans.

He'll sit for a solid hour listening to the priests talking to him, and while he does not quite understand the problems of humans, he takes their communion seriously regardless. The nuns have pet names for him that range from dignified to amusing, and he answers and blinks, pleased and friendly, at every one. He allows children to grab at his fur and tail and pet him a little too hard, even as their guardians warn them to treat him with more respect, and rewards them with licks to the hand when they listen and change accordingly. He knows the parishioners by name and scent, and knows which ones to give a wide berth to, and which will treat him with dignity - some of them he has even watched grow up. He sits with widows and widowers who are mourning, and the glint in that old cat's eyes suggest a level of understanding that seems improbable - silly even seeking understanding in a cat - but it's there.

Deuteronomy is so revered and respected by the humans in the area, considering how they speak of him in the poem (or at least how Munkustrap *says* they do), and I just feel like the reverence is deserved.

[bullbobb]

yes tss is funny because they treat the steves like a super scary creepypasta, but instead I present to you, “nobody in the rainbow town gang takes villains seriously and just sees them as another Tuesday” instead

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse hairdresser misunderstood me and now I'm being plagued by the Thoughts™

*self insert Aster is not a girl (he/she) og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[aingeal98]

The WFA writers clearly love Babs and Cass so much I wouldn't be surprised if they were online calling Dan Didio a pathetic loser like the rest of us back in the day.