#imso

[pervertwhore]

“can you help me up? — nah, i hit my back when you threw me..”

[viaphni]

A collab I did with my best friend about the recent events of Ore Quest: Prime.

I'm on the left, she's on the right!

[blackmesajanitor]

with the suppression fields, how did you guys * clears throat * have a kid?

She was born like any other kid before.. everything with the Combine.

[kidfoundonstreets]

agonizing yhe fuck over how i fumbled a girl again

[rainc0at]

rain when doomed characters. rain when theres literally no chance of escaping the narrative. rain when characters are chasing something, trying to find something, for their entire life. and they find it. and it destroys them.

[softshuji]

Hanma having a PS2 is so so endearing to me for some reason like !!!?! All the games I grew up playing he would probably play I'm gonna be sick

[bloominglegumes]

evil guy and his evil cat but the cat is actually the mama and the guy is her kitten,,

[yumeyleo]

oops that meant to go on my side blog! whatever! goodnight!

[dstrider-3]

confrontation AGH!

[spiderziege]

defending my thesis sounds so scarey what if i get a question wrong and they fucking kill me

[oh-snapperss]

No but seriously imagine it:

You’re seeing the minecraft movie in the movie theatre. Everyone is having a great time. Jack Black seems a little excited. “We have a surprise for you guys.” Jack says. All of a sudden most of Hermitcraft comes out and start singing “Revenge.” When Jimmy gets to the chorus, someone else starts singing…

"I've got a deal with destinyyy-"

Lights flash everywhere, and you see CaptainSparklez singing “Revenge" along with Hermitcraft while Jack Black is singing “Hermitgang”. Everyone in the crowd is going wild and crying. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Etho walks onto the stage and face reveals, holding the gay flag.

[lighthouseas]

HI HELLO I AM ALSO AN AVID TAWOG FAN I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THE SHOW I LOVE EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT LOVE IT SO VERY MUCH !!!!

OMG HI HELLO!!!! I AM ALSO EXTREMELY NORMAL ABOUT THE SHOW!!!!! IM SO GLAD THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE THAT LIKE IT ON HERE WOOO

[ethosiab]

just two guys, cursed by a god to be eternally bound by their souls

One of the main contributers to Joel and Etho's dynamic in this AU is the supposed familiarity (or lack thereof) each of them has with their curses and the soul god. Etho first picked up that stupid dagger over a decade before the story begins, he's been living with it for a large part of his life. After feeling forced to leave his family because of the bloodlust, and travelling for years trying desperately to find a way to break the curse or get rid of the dagger, Etho's jaded. He's... given up, and is trying to be content with the quiet life he's built in this tiny island village. He's got friends! A friend! The bloodlust has been pretty quiet! The soul god is probably busy doing other things, pestering other victims. He's scared of upsetting this small sanctuary he's built, even if that upset may lead him back to his home and his family.

Then along comes Joel, freshly cursed, shipwrecked, and stubborn as fuck. Joel's got a loyal crew to get back to, a wife, people he's promised to protect. He may not have had much, but he had them, and he'll do anything to get back (Etho thought he'd do the same, once, but then again, he ran away willingly). And in some twisted move on the soul god's part, they're tied together! Feel everything the other does, can't get much more than half a kilometre away from the other before they double over in pain on the verge of death.

Joel doesn't understand Etho yet, and Etho doesn't want Joel to understand him. Neither of them can get what they want without sacrificing the other's needs. It's almost like some higher power orchestrated this whole thing in an attempt to cause drama!

In the end, Etho's the one dragged along on adventure to reunite with Grian, Jimmy, and Lizzie. If he's secretly hoping Joel's quest will bring him closer to getting back to Cleo, Bdubs, and Beef, that's his business.

[vamp1re-chem1cal]

Ok

[rinnstars]

(cherish) my love!

treasuring how youre always there for him

itoshi rin x reader: sugary-sweet fluff, slight insecurity on his part, rins pov, not proofread + likes n reblogs r appreciated! <3

maybe, he’s getting to used to this - your hands brushing through his hair as he lies on your chest humming to the rhythm of your heartbeat that syncs with him, his bed that no longer fits just him with a dent reminding him of your constant presence in his life as you constantly orbit around his world, his bag that changed from a plain black bag to one that featured silly keychains that hung your favourite character’s plushie and whatnot that matched perfectly with yours.

sure, he can barely remember the days you weren’t here, having being friends with him since you two were kids with you having been assigned as the so-called “good kid” to deal with him who was deemed the “troublemaker”. sitting with you during playtime felt natural, chatting about strange topics as you smile and laughed at his weird phrasings that soon transitioned to sitting right beside him again for years straight in school, and now right beside him on his bed - it must be fate he thinks. the world has dictated you to be with him for the rest of yours and his life, he thinks, the one good thing that has came out of this life. you were here when those kids at the playground shunned him and outcasted him for being a little (very) destructive to their toys choosing to sit down and chat with him at the swings, you were there in his room during that winter where he could barely look at you through his swollen and red eyes as you visit him everyday without fail despite the heavy snow that flooded his windows, you were there when he lost to isagi in that match as tears streamed down that shined underneath the moonlight into the milk tea you bought him as you two walked back home slowly with yours and his playlist in the background that strangely calmed him. youre the only constant in his life, even more than his brother that he swore would be a permanent in his life with a naive pinkie promise, even more than his parents that seem to come home less and less as each competition passes by, even more than his teammates that whispers about him behind his back that he pretends to ignore as he leaves to meet you at the bus stop.

he doesn’t know what he would do if you one day leave - whether that is leaving japan to go overseas to study that he knows logically would be beneficial to you, whether that is by time and distance that people say is inevitable and unpreventable, or worst simply because you fell out of love with him. hes selfish, but not stupid - he knows hes not exactly the best boyfriend, sometimes he gets too engrossed in his passion and loses touch with reality and neglect you even with your head on his shoulder, he knows hes not exactly the best at expressing himself even despite you being here since the very beginning, and he knows you can do better than him.

but for now, he thinks he’ll treasure every sign of presence of you. he’ll keep those silly trinkets you pass to him, each a sign of love that he cherishes no matter how small - paper hearts and rings you fold right next to him during class whenever you get bored of listening as he sits beside you playing another game underneath his desk, keychains you and him get from claw machines or as rewards from the arcade that he puts in a special little box placed right on his table that is his real treasure, sweets that you introduced to him that got him addicted to the flavourful and sugary-sweet burst as he can’t help but bite into it every time that resemble the burst of butterflies in his stomach and burst in his heart whenever he sees you at the bus stop every morning. he’ll treasure every single non-physical sign of love too - playlist on spotify that he downloaded and play every day in his ear piece that he is practically addicted to, kisses that he can still feel the touch of your lips on his every morning that leaves a invisible mark on his lips and his heart, time you take out of your life to be with him, lunch with him in class rather than with your other friends, waiting for him to finish football practice that could have been used to sleep soundly in your room rather than the old seats in the school that leaves your back sore. he’ll memorise every single moment with you - your first kiss right at the bus stop you still meet at every morning at the place he religiously stands at as he waits for you to reach running as you “woke up late again”, every lunch break with you right beside him eating food you and him respectively brought from home from biscuits to packed bento boxes or just a sweet treat of sugary buttery bread respectively talking about everything and anything that he feels like his true self, every date no matter where: arcade as you two play game whilst he tries his best to impress, in his or your room just basking in your presence, at the playground with convenience store food, cafes that you somehow know, library as he stare at your focused face whilst studying as he resist the urge to kiss you again. and he’ll keep you in his heart for the rest of eternity - each bite and kiss on his neck and lips transfer right onto his secretly glass-like heart that yearns for a little more, each merging of hands that gets his heart pumping at how your hands fit perfectly with his like two puzzle piece matching, and each time your heart syncs with him as he listens to your heart whether in class or right in his room where no one else is here but you and him.

the future is uncertain - glancing at the suitcase that is still messy and open from his recent visit back home from blue lock with his pxg jersey right on you that fits you strangely well he thinks with bright red ears and cheeks, glancing at your changing self with different hair and glasses than the last time he saw you that he wished to experience with you, but he hopes no matter what, that necklace you share with him with a heart, no, his very own heart hanging right onto your neck will stay there forever.

and now, all he can do is to show you back the same dedication, to stay right beside you, to be yours until the end of time as you had always been. he’ll be your supporting figure in your life - staying right beside you until late in the library and walk you right back home, helping you carry groceries and your school bag as you go wherever, walk with you until the end of the earth if you simply asked him to without asking why. he’ll show it to the best he can - wearing and hanging every single gift you give him: keychains, silly bracelets, and every kiss that litters on him that leaves a purple blue mark. and he’ll tell it to you - through love letters in sticky notes or right on the school foolscap paper that reads the words hes too shy and afraid to say that translates his deep unspoken devotion and love to you, through compliments and i love yous that he promises doesn’t reveal the true extent of his feelings for you either seeming too shallow and superficial to underscore the grip you have on his heart and lungs, with his actions: dropping to his knees to tie your shoe lace, letting you do whatever to him from hair clips in his hair to painting his nails to piggy back rides he doesn’t want to admit sends him practically into cardiac arrest. he might not be perfect, far from it in his insecurity mind that creeps and bites away at every sweet moment, criticising his every move - but for you, he’ll keep trying as much as he does for football to be the only one for you. he’ll memorise every bit of you - your favourite food and orders at shops you frequent with him kept in the notes app in his phone that is underneath a layer of password, the exact shape and mould of your body that he melts his hand right into on afternoons like this where you’re within arms range as he embraces you, each and every of your small quirk - from the way your voice leaves your mouth so sweetly and perfectly as though youre carved and made y god himself, from the way you move that has him hypnotised, from the way you look at him that dries his mouth and practically sends him right into heaven. he’ll serve you as a knight would - carry all your things without hesitation as you two walk out of class on top of the strangely heavy school bag on his shoulder, shield you with an umbrella from the cold and harsh rain that leaves the other him completely drenched as you reach completely dry, hell, he’ll ride his bicycle. with you right beside him hugging him that practically could leave his nose bleeding.

he may not be the best boyfriend, but he’ll do whatever it takes to be the only one you’ll ever have - your name practically tattooed right inside his heart and brain with not a single spot for anyone else in his life that he built a wall sky high to protect his heart, the key to his world given right to you and several others just in case you lose it, and your face in his mind every single second on the field with only a wish to do it for you with every step and every kick that lands right into the goalpost. now that he knows what loneliness is like, the days in blue lock where he can only see you through photos you so kindly send him, he doesn’t ever want this to change no matter how selfish it is - he thinks he might simply die from heartbreak alone with you being his real heart compared to his biological one, he thinks he’ll practically be left a shell of his previous ambitious self practically wasting his life away in his room listening to that playlist as he lies right with his own blood pooling around him with his guts and organs strewn a haphazardly around him as though hes back on that field that winter, he’ll no longer be itoshi rin, anyone but his true self that he can be only with you.

but for now, he’ll bury his head right into your chest, your hands still ruffling with his hair, ignoring the thoughts in his mind in favour of your heartbeat that still syncs up with his, melting right into this moment.

[pyueobanilla]

still too close