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[toesuckersplainning]

today's toprak celebration: jumping the rope with push ups

[hinamie]

i fear i can never date a man bc none of them will ever be makoto tachibana

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Let those old men be GAY.

Right NOW 👇😠

[apricusapollo]

good time to bring this photo back?

If Ronaldo has a million haters I'm one of them. If he has one hater it's me. If he has 0 haters Im dead. If the world is against Ronaldo I am with the world, if the world is for Ronaldo I am against the world.

[formulanni]

the sacrificial lamb.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009 @korolrezni-nikolai @d00dlespng @beenucks

[bumblingbabooshka]

People honestly portray Tuvok as far too "rolling his eyes, reluctantly going along with Janeway's silly little shenanigans" - he's literally so serious about being right there with her on every decision she makes. Janeway's like "I'm going to stay behind if the ship blows up" and Tuvok's like "I'm staying with you." Janeway's like "I'm going to deliver every member of the Equinox crew into the jaws of death via an alien revenge massacre" and Tuvok protests a grand total of one time before being fully on the bridge assisting her. He was the only one with her when she made the decision to honor the caretaker's wishes and save the Ocampa, dooming them all. He was willing to get court marshalled in order to fulfill a wish she couldn't grant by her own hand: Get them home [no matter what happens to me] <- wherein 'me' is Tuvok. This was the same wish that spurred him forward when he had to leave her on that planet and everyone left thought him cold for trying to fulfill it without her when in his mind it was akin to a dying wish, the last thing she'd ever express to him: Get them home [no matter what happens to me.] <- wherein 'me' is Janeway. He told Seven that the golden rule to follow is that the captain is "ALWAYS RIGHT" <- (His ACTUAL words) and when Seven asks if the captain should be followed even if someone KNOWS she's wrong he says "Perhaps." This man is perhaps the most ride or die dude in the universe about Janeway. Despite her labeling him her 'moral compass' he is by NO means impartial or unbiased. He'd defend her to his last breath. He canonically makes detailed psychological observations about her and has for years. He accounts for her luck when calculating the success of certain plans. It's implied in 'Twisted' that Janeway typically listens to Tuvok's suggestions and follows them nearly without fail - to the point that he's surprised and obviously irritated when Chakotay doesn't. Despite this they've been inside one another's quarters so infrequently that Tuvok can remember each instance. They call each other "Captain" and "Mr. Tuvok" even though they've known each other for twenty years. There's something wrong with them.

[freckled-paints]

ITS SPIDER MAN!!! LOOK ITS SPIDER MAN!!

click for better quality!!

[castleclericz]

kevin “queen of homoerotic friendships” day

[gunstellations]

bonus

[makedonsgriva]

see the reason why the teacher x student and age gap dynamics in erha are fine with me is because the student is the one who was a gigantic asshole who tortured the teacher to death in his previous life so you know ain’t nobody’s ever gonna groom that mf much less a pure soul like chu wanning

[mellohiizz]

hiii how are we feeling about the recent wemmbu uu episode?? because im losing my mind im definitely not normal about it

[milkteabies]

Streaming video games w/ Kenma

a/n: this is supposed to be like friends to lovers coded ok, stay w me on this, and there’s some mutual pining, and it’s steamer Kenma, alright, and also female reader

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“You’re really bad at this.” You snicker, sitting in the background off to the side of Kenma’s stream, messing around on your phone as Kenma debuts the game he just got.

“No backseat gaming.” He mumbles, eyes not leaving the screen as he continues to strategically mash the buttons of his controller, taking hit after hit from the boss.

You snicker again at the statement, heaving yourself up from your designated comfy seat in his streaming room, pocketing your phone in the loosely zipped up ‘Kodzuken’ jacket you worse. You stroll over to stand behind his chair, leaning against it to watch his screen as well, the flashes from his attacks reflecting across the matching blue light glasses you both wore.

Eyes glancing over to his second monitor, you see thousands of messages suddenly fly past as his chat greets you, excited to actually see you in frame

“Yes, hi chat. I’ve been here the whole time if you just got here. It’s been… 3 hours since I’ve last been fed.” You giggle as messages of admonishment sprinkle through the comments, causing Kenma to elbow your hip closest to his chair. ���Do you see this, chat? This is how he treats me.”

“Quit lying to them, they’re gonna start sounding like children of divorce.” He huffs, shoulders finally relaxing when he dies to the boss again.

“Can’t believe you’d reveal the divorce like that.” You start, pointing to the screen. “Also can’t believe you’d claim to be a pro gamer when you’ve died 4 times now to the same boss.”

Kenma leans back in his chair to look up at you, exasperatedly. “You try if you think I’m so bad.” He says, holding the controller out to you.

Shaking your head, you take the still warmed plastic into your hand, sighing, “You know this isn’t gonna go well.”

Scooting back from his desk, he chuckles, “Should’ve thought about that before you started making comments. I’ll order some food while you fight for your life.”

“I’ll start crying on stream, right now.” You say, hunching over to see the screen, reloading the game at his last save just before the battle.

Kenma chuckles again, already scrolling on his phone, occasionally glancing at the monitors to make sure things are running smoothly. He scans across his video feed and he gets an eyeful of your chest, right on the screen.

Dropping his phone in his lap, he turns and quickly zips the hoodie up to your neck. “Ah! Quit it, you’re gonna mess me up!” You yelp, shouldering his hands off, eyes staying on the screen in the midst of battle, quite literally fighting for your life.

“Yeah, yeah, quit flashing my chat.” He feigns nonchalance, scrolling through the chat to delete any weird comments and ban any especially weird people with his mods.

“Ain’t no one looking at that.” You snicker, furiously mashing every button possible to dodge each attack.

“They better not be.” He mumbles, going back to ordering food, thoroughly assured you weren’t accidentally exposing yourself.

The next few minutes are quiet, only broken by the creaking of the controller from how tightly you grip it, the gentle tapping of Kenma on his phone, and occasional donation announcements. Kenma finally finished ordering the food, knowing your favorites by heart, and he takes to watching your dodge, duck, and run strategy.

“You know you’ve got to actually hit him to win, right?” He chuckles, looking away from the screen to glance at your worried face instead.

“He’s scary, okay! I’m trying to, you know… learn his attack pattern.” You defend weakly, pouting at the screen when your character takes a heavy hit, scooting over to sit on the arm rest of Kenma’s chair to truly lock in.

Kenma hums in agreement, still watching your side profile, eyes tracing the furrow in your brow and the down turn of your lips. He watches as you absentmindedly shake the controller as you attempt to attack, smiling when a piece of hair falls from behind your ear which you huff and blow at, annoyedly.

He reaches over and tucks it carefully back for you, practically melting at the little ‘thank you’ and smile you give him, handing trailing down to hover over the small of your back.

He snaps out of his daze when a donation sounds with the message, “See the way he looks at her, he’s down bad fr y’all.” Deadpanning at his camera, he fails to fight the blush that spreads over his face as you cackle.

The chat spams with similar messages, various “clipped it”-‘s flashing by as you laugh so hard, you don’t even notice that you stayed still long enough to die to the boss. Giggling, you double over, unzipping your jacket again and leaning against Kenma’s shoulder as his face continues to burn. He refocuses when you lean too far and slip off the arm rest and right into his lap.

It causes another round of laughter from you as you press a hand to Kenma’s chest, almost keeling over and slipping to the floor if he didn’t wrap his arms around your waist.

The chat shoots by a mile-a-minute, full of keyboard smashed, messages of disappointment about their own lives, and jaded comments interspersed with overwhelming excitement about “sailing ships.”

Kenma hides his face into your hair, hands squeezing your waist in embarrassment as you chide the viewers, “C’mon guys, you can’t call him out like that.” You giggle, yelping when Kenma pinches at your side. “Hey! I’m trying to help you!” You huff, turning to face him, but he just hides his face into your neck instead.

You giggle at the feeling of his hair tickling your neck and smooth it back with a free hand, your other wrapping around his neck as you shift to sit more comfortably. “Sorry chat, he’s outta commission.”

Before you can say much more, Kenma’s phone vibrates with the notification of the foods arrival, which he takes as the perfect reason to call it a night. “Alright chat, we made pretty good progress in the game, and our food’s here, so I’ll end the stream here for tonight.” He slips into creator mode, and you offer a giggly goodbye as he ends the stream.

As soon as the video shuts off, you’re pulling out your phone to find the clip of the donation comment. But Kenma knows you, and knows what you’re going to find, and quickly wrestles your phone out of your hand, trapping your wrists in one hand while he holds your phone in the other, far away from you.

“Kenma!” You whine, wriggling in your spot. “I wasn’t doing nothing! You’re so mean.” You glower at him, more joke than anything as your jacket slips off your shoulder from the movement.

Kenma roles his eyes, stuffing your phone into his pocket as he almost presses your foreheads together, mumbling, “I could be meaner.”

Suddenly flustered, you lean back, turning your head away as you stammer, “The cameras are off now, you know, you don’t need to be going that far.”

“You think it’s a joke?” He murmurs, pulling you closer by your still captures wrists, his other hand reaching to cup your cheek.

“It…Isn’t it?”

“Never was.” He whispers, leaning forward to press his lips to your exposed shoulder, making you squeal at the contact.

You can feel Kenma smile against your skin as you squirm more. “You need to be serious with me right now, or I’m going to freak out.”

“I’ve been serious since we met in high school.”

You pull your wrists away from his now relenting grasp and press a hand the bottom half of your face, squealing into your palm. Kenma laughs at the sound, but you press your other hand against his face to block the view of your embarrassment.

Kenma opens his mouth, probably to offer some cheeky comment, but before he can say anything, you cup his cheeks and pull him in to press your lips together. Your eyes fall shut as you lean into him, his reaction buffering slightly before he takes the action in stride, wrapping an arm around your waist and the other splaying his palm in the middle of your upper back to press you as close as possible.

You hardly feel like you’re breathing with how much you’re focused on the feeling of how chapped yet soft Kenma’s lips are.

After what feels like an eternity of being lost in each other, you two finally part, breathing deeply with equally apparent flushes on your cheeks, be it from lack of air or an abundance of excitement.

Your thumb strokes his cheek tenderly as his arm reaches over your hips to pull you closer and higher on his lap. Kenma’s eyes are lidded as he gazes at you adoringly, leaning in again to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Before things can escalate again, you press a hand over his mouth, giggling when he kisses your palm instead. “Before we start again, I really am hungry.” You whisper.

Kenma groans as he wills himself up, leaving both of your phones on his desk, setting you to stand but keeping an arm around your waist to trail closely behind while you go to gather the food. He puts on a movie in the living room as you set up the food, and quickly pulls you back into his lap when you attempt to sit on the couch.

“You’re not going to eat?” You ask as you gather a few items onto your plate, already taking a bite.

“In a minute.” Kenma murmurs, cheek pressed against your shoulder as he curls around you, thoroughly content.

You two spend the rest of the night squished together on the couch, hardly leaving each other’s grasp as you fall asleep to some random movie on auto play. Unknown to either of you, both your phones have been absolutely blowing up with mentions as the clip of ‘calling Kenma out’ started trending all over the internet.

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a/n: this is probably wildly ooc, but it’s too cute ok, I’m a sucker for yearning and being down bad

[rafayelsgf]

rafayel's duality is always classified in the begging vs. demanding category because he is THAT insane

[maydaydiaz]

the switch up from those fans and how they feel about ryan since the videos from last night is insane

[rev-velvet]

I find it extremely funny that Craig and Octavio are running a booth together at Grand Fest. Like you KNOW Octavio was probably like "Look your granddaughters and my grandchildren former soldiers are all here to have a good time. So truce." And then they get to old man gossiping and then maybe some reminiscing about before the war and their past friendship and words left unsaid and and and

[heyimkana]

That "Who the hell do you think I am?!" was so aggressively SEXY it got me like