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[ishipmutualrespect]

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[egophiliac]

time for skeleman

with the lack of any other info yet, all I can focus on are those Charles Lloyd-looking sunglasses. they are absolutely sending me. I feel like we're gonna fall through a tree or whatever and this stitched-up boney gentleman is gonna pop out from behind a gravestone and start serenading us with some smooth jazz on the saxophone.

or should I say...the saxoBONE???????

[chloesimaginationthings]

Are you ever going to make any FNAF movie charms?

Yes! Let me know on this post what merch you’d like to see!

[poisonedapples]

I have so many headcanons about what a romantic relationship between Husk and Angel would look like, but the one that I think about the most is that Angel is physically incapable of Acting Normal any time he sees Husk naked. Husk can literally just be changing in front of Angel and Angel will make a MASSIVE deal about how much he likes what he sees. He’ll wolf whistle and yell things like “DAMN, baby, you just wake UP looking like that!?”

It has gotten to the point that Husk fully expects it every single time, as dorky as it is, and it actually has upped his confidence in his physical appearance a little. Bonus points if when Husk puts back on his pants, Angel boos

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Back on my incredibly niche mcyt bullshit. boy why are you so small

[funkytoesart]

me: *Chanting to Myself* "DO NOT start a Rayllum/TDP Bridgerton/Regency au fancomic i repeat do NOT--"

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Help I was talking too much on a discord server about a certain character getting really into the Warrior Cats series while in the library and doing that thing where you "play warriors on the playground" and we were talking/basically rping this situation so fucking much that now my autocorrect has become fucked.

Like, oh no, Adricpaw thinks that Doctorstar has changed since he lost one of his lives fighting the evil rogue Masterclaw. What will become of TARDISClan?!?!?

Someone send help

[starry-miki]

Hi Miki!!! 💜 How are you?

HIIII JO!!! 💕💕

I haven’t seen you a while! How have you been??

I’ve been doing alright for the most part! Can wait for valentines tho! 🥰

I saw your inspo old man blanket and it’s looking beautiful! I can’t wait to see the final results! 🥹💕

[nordsea-horizons]

tiny update on my hawthorn island🌱

was considering doing a complain post about all the things that bug me while playing this way.. but honestly i would rather have a more positive take on it😌✌🏻

there are big limits for sure, but im still having a great time! the island feels even more open and spacious than usual since there’s very little going on with buildings and i love that!

the two houses have their own area and i still have a lot of space to, for example, include a large forest area on the island! something i always want but struggle to find enough space to include🍃

the tents are a big plus for me i looove how they look! i also get redd in the plaza on sundays and after i eventually get the early nooks cranny i think mable will start showing up too🥺 its nice to know that some things are still going on in the plaza! im curious if other npc’s will show up as well, i think im def gonna see gulliver at least🤔

and ofc i cant forget that we have a little nookling walking around all day long!! i also love the early game music playing in the background! im playing with the sound on more often🍀

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@preeningpisces ODI ……. i had to answer this in a new post because i have way too many thoughts for the reply limit to handle LMAO

BUT . yes. suguru’s family life <3333 thank you so much for asking!!!!!! imo it’s one of the most interesting things about him because it’s so important to his character, but we know so little about it. we know that he killed his parents, and that it shocked satoru, but that’s all.

this is just my own interpretation!!!! but i’ll die on the hill that his relation to his birth parents was….. strained at best. and i think a lot of subtextual content implies that!!! there’s the fact that suguru calls kuroi riko’s family despite them not being blood-related (which shows that he doesn’t care abt the biological aspect of being a family), but there’s also the old man that he fights . who also grew up in a non-sorcerer family and mentions being shunned because he could see the unseen. there’s obv nanamimi too….. i just feel like it all hints towards suguru having a similar background :’3 i don’t think many sorcerers born into non-sorcerer families have a good relationship with them.

AND . personally i like this take most, because it just makes so much sense when you look at the kind of person suguru is…. his desire for a family, how put-together he is for his age. his lying!!!! i think he learned how to lie at a very young age. i think he lied to his parents after realizing they didn’t believe what he told them about seeing curses. even though he was just a scared, confused child, i think he internalized that realization. and i think that’s why he’s so keen on bottling everything up, putting on a polite smile to appease the adults around him…. etcetc. i just can’t see his relationship to his parents being anything but fractured. maybe they appear loving at a glance, or whatever, but it all hinges on suguru lying to them. not being his true self. and i think that’s why he yearns for a family. a place where he really, truly belongs, where he doesn’t have to hide who he is. and jujutsu high gave him that!!!! those years weren’t just the best of gojo’s life, but of sugu’s, too. it was a safe place for both of them :((((((

….. anyway . i got carried away but 😭 yeah!!!!! this is my own interpretation but i’m veryyyy secure in it lmao. i can’t picture him actually loving his birth parents, so i don’t think it was really that . tough? for him to kill them. it might even have been a relief. like he said to satoru — those people were never his family to begin with.

[aheathen-conceivably]

not an ask! just wanted to say that your story is lovely and one of the most beautifully captured and told i have ever seen! the way you depict and write your characters just brings them to life and i can't wait to see each and every post that comes from you <3

Just, ahem, excuse me while I crumple into a tiny little ball and cry in happiness…

This ~especially~ hits because your Hayes were one of the stories that inspired me to start this lil blog way back when I did so I am just 😩

But whew, all my tears dried (maybe? not really…) thank you so very much. I sometimes think maybe I’ve gone a touch too far in turning everyone into an emotional wreck but hey, look at me, what would you expect? 😅

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

some pre shower pics!!

sorry for the lack of content! ive been busy with work and school and i also broke my tripod recently! ill try to post more!

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wanna tip me? my c*shapp is $horimiyas !! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

[buckbuckleybegins]

Fic snippet, anyone?

I was in the middle of writing a canon-complaint fic when my brain screamed at me and gave me the idea for another AU.

I have an AU problem 😔

Anyway… AU is Mob Boss!Buck and Undercover Interpol AgentBodyguard!Eddie

May contain heavy themes like drugs use and gun violence so that that as a TW.

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The Buckleys were dead.

All but one, at least. The least important one.

Buck should be sad about it, mourning them—and he was, in a way. In the way an unloved child could ever mourn his parents. He mourned all the things that should have been and never would be. All the love they never gave him—all the love they would never give.

They had never been proud of him and never would be, and that made a part of Buck—a child-shaped part that housed all his needs, wants, and insecurities—ache in ways he didn’t think were still possible. Not after twenty-eight years of accepting he would never be the son they actually wanted, just the one they were left with.

They’d died in an ambush, on the way back home, after personally stepping in to solve a territorial dispute between their clan and the Mexican cartel with whom they shared a shaky border. Their route should have been secure, hidden. But there was nothing secure about their work—that was something Buck had learned as a child. He’d learned it when his big brother died in a similar way, leaving him with two parents who wanted nothing more than for Buck to have taken his place instead.

Buck thought of Maddie during the funeral and how damn glad he was that she was somewhere far, far away from all this bullshit. From the rain soaking his curls and black suit, and from the men surrounding him, armed to the teeth and ready to shoot at the first thing that moved toward them. He wondered if she thought of him, too, even though he actually wished she didn’t—that she’d left this shitty life behind when she escaped that day with one of their parents’ men, the one she fell in love with, with Buck’s help and blessing. He knew, though, that she probably hadn’t. She was one of the few people in his life who actually loved him and he would always be in her thoughts. She’d promised him that.

There was someone Buck was mourning, though. Someone he should have been at the funeral of, rather than his parents’. A man who’d shown him affection in a way Buck had always imagined a father might. Bobby had been his parents’ bodyguard and had followed them through hell and back many times. Except this time, he hadn’t come back, either.

Buck realized this was the first time he’d shed a tear since the news, and it was only when he started thinking of Bobby rather than his parents. Bobby, who took him to his football games; Bobby, who taught him to cook and drive; Bobby, who baked himself all the cakes for his birthdays…

The dark sunglasses concealed his tears, and Buck quickly swiped a thumb over the cheek where that one stray tear had managed to escape.

Showing any kind of weakness would mean death. And he already knew that everyone thought he was weak.

Evan Buckley should never have been the heir to the Buckley clan. He was nothing but a mess—a child who had never grown up, a disappointment to his parents. Buck already knew they were making contingency plans for when they were gone, just so they wouldn’t have to leave the business to him. All the supposed heir knew how to do was party, waste his parents’ money, get wasted and high, and fuck whoever showed him any amount of interest. He’d fuck the girls in the bathroom of whatever club he was at or in his jeep, but he’d bring the boys home only so he could rile his parents up and see the anger and disgust in their face the morning after.

Buck didn’t give a shit, though. He didn’t want the business in the first place. He barely thought he was gonna live to his thirties. Whatever his parents’ thought of him or wanted from him was of no consequence to him, because he was already sure he was gonna die soon—probably from an overdose, or getting beat to death over some girl, or getting shot in a dark alley somewhere just for being a Buckley.

He was already sure he could do nothing to be Daniel in their eyes.

Whatever contingency plan they had fell through because the one sitting in his father’s tacky chair, in his parents’ tacky living room, surrounded by a bunch of men and women who Buck knew were important and currently staring at him for answers, was Buck—and not someone else.

He was tired halfway through the meeting, his hand brushing his face more than once, squeezing his eyes to fend off a migraine.

Running a drug empire was not something he knew how to do or ever actually wanted to do. But fate had a different plan, so there he was.

If the people surrounding him were looking at him like he was a liability, they were only hiding it half well.

And if Buck was going to end up dead, shot in his bed while asleep by one of his own men, well… that wouldn’t come as much of a surprise.

[bereft-of-frogs]

Have to give my Dad the #facts before he watches the Acolyte tomorrow, after he made the mistake of asking how my book marathon is going, please excuse my poorly drawn hearts

[foxgloveinspace]

Do you ever figure out your Type and you go Oh No cause it’s just 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩