#idk. hello friend ^^

[naenaex0xx]

me when I get spotted ∑(;° ロ°)

[collophora]

I resurrected my tumblr just to post this

[todayisafridaynight]

[expelliarmus]

[opbackgrounds]

Shakky remains peak Oda female character design. Oda also hints at her Kuja roots right from the beginning, labeling her right away as a former pirate and naming her after a flower like the rest of the girls on Amazon Lily.

[thenamesr1]

Gossiping (looking back I accidentally made kakashi taller than I was aiming for whoops)

[anleva]

Been thinking about, like legacy outfits from the first HW for AOC!

[jackslocket]

IL PREDESTINATO VINCE.

(inspired by @scdria's super awesome monaco poster)

[old-fandom]

Stanley confesses to Stanford one night of always wanting to be a dad. He thought that he would have been a good father if given the chance. Stanford assess that Stanley is a good father or, at least, a good father-figure to Soos, the twins, and Wendy. The conversation ends and they go to bed.

The next time they get freaky, Stanford remembers what Stanley said. While realistically, it could never happen, that doesn't stop Stanford from railing into him like he could. And in fact, it doesn't help all of the other times after that, with the internal monologue rotating through out of his head of Stan's desire to be a father. It motivates him to try again and again and again and again.

Anyway, Ford has a breeding kink and he wants to knock up his brother to make him happy.

[astralredart]

I am a coward but first I was a kid

(i'd hate me too- susannah joffe)

[kikithefox231]

YALL. LISTEN. THEYRE THE SAME.

AND SO COMPELLING!!!

[daisystwistedgarden]

the prophecy of the noisy upstairs neighbor always rings true, even unintentionally-- and you are riddle rosehearts' most obnoxious peer in the building.

somehow, he has grown fond of it.

the stairwell to the university apartments is, for as much as tuition is at such a prestigious academy, poorly sound-proofed. noise spills in through unsealed door gaps and thin walls. riddle's mother insisted on him avoiding the housing in central campus where trey and cater live-- something about distractions and other such frivolities-- and thus, here he is, in a less-than-luxurious accommodation far from any of his classes or friends. as expected. after switching his major going into his junior year from pre-med to pre-law, his mother's decisions regarding his education were just as icy as the glares she sent his way over silent dinners on holiday breaks. hearing his neighbors have weekend parties or intimate encounters was his punishment for straying from his mother's grasp in his early twenties.

familiar stomps echo up the stairwell. riddle sighs and peels off his glasses, discarding them beside his textbook. the gold rims glint under warm light from his desk lamp. those footsteps are yours, meaning he's been studying for almost four hours and has not retained a single word.

the minutes trickle by. riddle resolves to at least begin preparing for bed while his mind wanders aimlessly-- the lack of discipline is unusual for him, but, in all fairness, his friends have complained about him going overboard in studying for finals this term. but it feels less lonely to know in some way you have, too. your footsteps have woken him from a restless sleep more than once this past week.

it's a dance, almost. he hears your footsteps above him as he too wanders his apartment to settle in for the night. thumps echo above his living room-- you're in your own, assuming the layout of your apartments is the same-- as he's brushing his teeth before bed. your voice is muffled through the walls. you're always talking to something or someone when you get home. a friend on the phone, maybe? a pet? yourself? riddle wouldn't dream of knocking on your door to ask such a pointless question, no matter how his curiosity eats at him when your laugh spills from your open window on warm mornings. you are simply a footnote in his university experience. riddle cannot spare the time to make new friends-- would you even consider the notion?-- as he works overtime to catch up on classes in an attempt to graduate on time. his pride couldn't handle anything less.

and it's a lousy idea, to settle at his desk once more as your footsteps retreat to your bedroom above his. heavy eyes try in vain to focus on the notes he's scrawled in uniform lines across notebook pages. but then a pleasant tune begins to play from above, melodic and sweet...

it's you. inconsiderate of the time, too, as you abandon common courtesy to practice so late at night. that same violin he hears night after night, the one he's seen slung over your shoulder in a decorated case as you scurry off to morning classes, the siren song luring him into an ill-advised nap, just resting his eyes...

in the morning, when he wakes with a start and a crick in his neck, he'll be far less forgiving of your antics. riddle might even finally stomp up to your apartment and chew you out for breaking the curfew for quiet hours. but tonight, to the tune of the piece you've been rehearsing all week, riddle finally finds a restful sleep.

[revertrate]

based yuri pilled author strikes again BC WHAT

[sainz100]

2024 Hungarian GP | x (edited)

[expelliarmus]

[storge]

Who are you? I’m your fiance.

FAN ZHIXIN as Yan Xingcheng My Lethal Man (2023)