#it was such a pleasant surprise! :D

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

OMG Isabelle Huppert was on the cover of the magazine that comes with the newspaper my mom usually buys at weekends

[voidshrub]

*you hear the smallest of knocks* is there someone at your door.....?

[[. TRE EAT]]!!!!!!!!!!!

Will you look at that! I’ve got a Big Shot at my door!! Love your costume, mister!!! Here you go :)

Take as many as your heart desires!

…Oh my, what’s this? Oh!!

How’d these get here!! They aren’t mine! Stacks of cash, is that soap? A quilt? [[The Boys]]??!?!!? No way!!!!

Well, guess these are yours my guy! For the low low price of !!!! What a steal!! Enjoy them, Big Shot!!!!

[serenfloras]

i'm gonna say it. for a manga that is so centered on free will, inheritance of will and freedom overall people sure love to theorize about luffy's entire life being forged by others with him being predestined as nika's next reincarnation huh

[thebusytypewriter]

Tagged by @rampantram

post four characters that make you say "my man, my man, my man"

Ohhhh this should be fun :>

Half of these may be...questionable lmao

Tagging: @jonquilandlace @celamoon @tieressian @teletogami

[hyaciiintho]

👍?

Send me a 👍 and I’ll draw our muses as one of those “Draw your OTP like this” pictures | ✿

🌸｡*ﾟ+. I decided on THIS prompt-- it was just very fitting :D He loves his ghost son SO MUCH !!

[x-neurotoxin-x]

I do wanna say I'm really thankful for Toga because in that one line she showed more compassion for Touya than his whole family combined did. Imho, they all made it about themselves and it made me feel SO icky. Toga just wanted to know if he smiled. It seems like she thinks he might be dead too, which hurts because she already lost so many of the people she cares about.

[sweetshire]

me after i finished reading legendborn:

EXCUSE ME, TRACY DEONN, WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO PLUCK AT MY HEARTSTRINGS LIKE A FUCKING GUITAR PLAYER??

[gif credit: @shegos]

[cerealbishh]

"Hey, I'm just gonna take these down to the vault."

[c00kietin]

I. I am bored. And your sona is easy to draw :3

AAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU DREW ME SDJSFJDSJKADLDFKDFLF

I look so beautiful how could you find me irl?!?!/j

I love my face lmao :>

AGAIN THANK YOU THOUGH YOU'RE SO COOL AND YOUR ART IS AWESOME!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[tsunagite]

Can you do magnolia from m2u? Its my sorta) fav boss song in deemo.

I hope I got the right song :’D

I have both Deemo and Deemo II, I just haven’t gotten around to play alot of ‘em .<.

[greedbent]

An innocent envelope waits atop Kaz’s desk. Attached to the outside is a single rose: thorns still intact along the stem, with petals as black as night and speckled with subtle flecks of silver that make the bloom shimmer even in the dimmest light. His name is written on the front in a delicate, looping script. Along with small doodles of flowers and birds in the margins, the letter inside bears the same writing:

Kaz, I hope this letter finds you well! The shop has been keeping me especially busy lately. A few weeks ago I received a special order that required growing some rare breeds of flowers; I swear, I have spent all hours of every day since in the greenhouse, working hard to make sure that every flower is perfect! Of course, the effort was well worth the end result. These roses made me think of you the moment they bloomed, so I simply had to send one to you. I do hope it has made its way to you safe and sound.   I know you are also quite busy, but I would love to see you again soon. I am nearly finished with a new painting—perhaps I could show you, when you can spare the time? If it is not too much trouble, of course.  Please take care of yourself.  ~ Spring

@howthesleeplesswander || screaming crying throwing up

The first thing Kaz Brekker felt was foolish.

Like he was some poor young sod gawking at women in the street, tripping over himself when one looked his way, burning bright red in the face as she giggled and passed him by. He felt bare. He felt exposed. He felt unnatural, as if his coat wasn’t hanging right, one sleeve too long or too short, one little thread out of place that he just couldn’t find. He felt . . . in that barest flicker of a moment, less like Dirtyhands and more like Kaz Rietveld: that boy off the farm; that boy who had been so naive, so innocent, so blind—

All because of a damn rose sitting there on his desk.

He swore the thing would’ve been giggling wryly at him—just like the women at the Menagerie—if it could. Somehow, he wondered if the silence was worse. —just as much as he wondered how utterly insane he had to be to wish flowers could talk.

Like he said: He felt foolish.

When Kaz set foot in the Crow Club, Rotty had told him a message was waiting for him. When Kaz had asked what it was or who it was from, the man had pursued all manner of distractions to excuse himself, mumbled something quick about it being better that Kaz see it himself, that he didn’t want to intrude— Basically, a whole blundering bunch of useless information that eventually ended with Kaz doing just that: seeing what the podge was blithering about and what sort of bomb was waiting for him in his office.

Well, he hadn’t been too far off the mark. It wasn’t a bomb, but the way Kaz froze in his steps and lingered there in the doorway would make anyone think that was the case. Eventually, he at least had the mind to shut the door behind him. And, another eventually, he made his way over to the desk on pathetically cautious steps he was glad no one was around to witness wobbled.

He read the note. And then he read it again. And then a third time, in case the first two weren’t enough. Somewhere in the process, Kaz had taken a seat, and as his eyes pored over that elegant, beautiful script, his fingers idled on the rose’s stem. The thorns didn’t bother him through the gloves. And even if they did, he was sure he wouldn’t have noticed. 

I would love to see you again.

He tarried on—no, he stumbled over—that phrase with each pass.

Please take care of yourself.

A similar effect, surely. Though, for some reason, the sentiment summoned an amused little twitch to his lips, that which nearly bled into a full smile by the time he’d finished what could have been the tenth reread. Kaz almost folded the letter back up, thumb gliding gingerly over one edge, but he hesitated. He glanced back at the fittingly black flower—These roses made me think of you. . . . That foolish hum of something not-so-novel, but old and nearly forgotten warmed his skin: maybe, just maybe, his cheeks, specifically.

But, foolish or not, Kaz let the letter rest open on his desk.

He leaned back with flower in hand, perusing—no, memorizing—the petals like they were a very part of the girl who gave them to him.

And he decided, tomorrow, to everyone else but her, he’d be occupied.

[masquenoire]

"Icons only" Roman finding out Matt is blind

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react toAnd I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[soft-serve-soymilk]

See only Atlus could come up with a song named ‘Don’t’ and have it be an absolute banger 👏

[mitamicah]

Ruby. 100%

Ruby - you are such a gem, you deserve so much better <3

Oh 😭🥹💚

[sigsams]

wow.

this reblog is actually so dear and important to me dude

tahnk you

@faust-and-curious

[flecks-of-stardust]

A RAINBOWWWW

i really, really like the precipice KJHJKD i just really like aerial segments, and the aesthetic really reminds me of CC, which already is my favorite area so i'm :D

also the threat music for the precipice is so swanky, i have to stop myself from bobbing my head to it when it plays fkjgjkkjds