#it’s perfect omggg

[whump-queen]

drawing of Asa by @kira-the-whump-enthusiast! <33!!

[tatakaeeren]

Choso | Jujutsu Kaisen Season 2 Ep. 13 "Red Scale"

[bodypillowsam]

EVERYONE I FINALLY FOUND A VIDEO ESSAY THAT'S FOCUSED ON SAM AND RAISES POINTS SAMMIES HAVE TALKED ABOUT FOR SO LONG!!! talks about sam + autonomy, how the narrative favors dean, dean's abuse of sam and more!

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

i'm just sliiightly obsessed with her design<333

CAVI belongs to @hheisa

[bogkeep]

saw some lego dinosaurs today :3

[squanxh]

How is this real???

[weezerlvr228]

now i’ve got a 12 sided die

[solarismp3]

I love this style of graphic design

[magnusbae]

literally can still feel the heartbeat in my throat oh my god shthrtjhs

[teddybeartoji]

I think I'm ovulating... Anyways (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔)

I NEEDD TOJI SOO BADD UGHHH. Like imagine being Toji's kitten 😣 like I wanna treat him good and obey 🫦.. when kitten!reader is needy he just loves to see how desperate and needy kitten!reader is he keeps reader on edge

.... This is my first time writing these imagine things or IDK what it's called 😭

YOU AND ME BOTH NONNIEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE'RE IN THIS TOGETHERRR<333333333333333 BUT WAHHH BEING TOJI'S KITTYYYY:((((((((((( he adoooores teasing you a little bc you get so whiny when you're needy and that's just like music to his ears. plays with your tail and invites you to sit on his lap so he can tease you even more. you get to paw at his chest and hide your face in the crook of his neck but he'll only let up when he feels like you're on the verge of melting away. bc at the end of the day he just wants to take care of his kitty yk? teasing aside, he wants to make you feel good and that is his priority!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[unproduciblesmackdown]

set construction timelapse from guthrie theater's instagram:

Watch as the Wurtele Thrust Stage transforms into Skid Row, home of Mushnik's Flower Shop, and join us for LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS, onstage June 22 – August 18. See You Downtown → Link in Bio Scenic Design by Lex Liang

[ask-thedepressedkidatthetable]

The lights flickered for a moment- A rumble, and finally the thick crash of lightning shaking the building, interrupting the usual sounds of rain pouring down outside. Ivy was already in motion, saying she needed to check the fridge and a few other things while he stayed put, out of her way. It wasn't personal, but Justin wished he could have been of some use, waiting until she disappeared to the back to crouch, rooting through his backpack with a frustrated huff. He didn't have anything that'd help him- Maybe if he stole one of the garbage bags from here . . . He didn't want to get fired. Not so quickly. Not over a piece of plastic. He'd have to make do with that he already had, or find somewhere to store his bag here for the night. There hadn't been a customer for hours, and Ivy was probably shutting off lights in the back and getting ready to lock the doors. Seriously bad news for Justin. He wasn't keen to be back home and it was sure to be a long, miserable walk in current circumstances.

It would be fine.

Justin stood back up, leaning against the counter as Ivy came back. What was the plan? Were they still staying around or was she calling it quits and heading home? Justin wondered where Ivy called home, even though he doubted he would ever ask the lady such a personal question. He raised a brow, asking a silent, "Well?" Because as much as he loved standing around, getting paid for it, most times people had lives outside of work. // @fangsandmagic

[cemeterysgirl]

FLOWERS receiver gives sender flowers for the first time // from sen.

ㅤㅤno one had ever given sasha flowers before. not when she had been alive to receive them, at least. only three people had left her flowers: sen, siwoo, and her killer. it was surreal, really — sitting at your own grave. body permanently bruised from the tragic violence of her death, never going to heal, never going to change, never going to age. but little had changed since her small funeral, attended by the same, small few that left flowers at her grave, besides the seedy few that lingered in the background; crying with hands in their pants over the loss of their favourite hooker. and sasha, of course. silent and invisible, only seen (and felt) by sen as she sat and watched with her head on his shoulder as siwoo spoke of how good sasha had been in spite of everything. he'd cried and everything. not that she should expect any less from him — the overprotective, worrisome older brother, always dreading that the worst would happen to her. and his worst fears had come true when he'd opened the door to the police. she'd watched that, too. almost cried when he cried, almost laughed when he threw up. she watched everything now. by murdering her, her pimp had essentially fired her; and now she had nothing but time on her cold hands. the ground was still freshly dug, a temporary tombstone in place. her body encased in a black coffin, six feet under where they were sat, her knees pulled childishly in against her chest as she stared at the engraving half covered with flowers, some old, some new. sasha pushed away from sen then, getting to heavy booted feet before squatting to pluck a fistful of the fresher flowers from one particular bouquet. " black dahlia's... " a pet name given by her killer ever since she'd been a little girl; the flowers nothing more than a token of his smugness. but he'd also cried when he'd dropped them off. " her murder is unsolved, too. i mean, i know who did it. but she must've known who did it, too. i'll have to try and find her to ask. " she moved to sit in his lap atop of the fresh dirt as she spoke, tucking the stem of one flower from the bunch behind sen's ear. " i'm going to kill him, by the way. the next time he brings me flowers. i only want flowers if they're your flowers. " fingers moved to rest against his chest, icy palm remaining so, even when his heart raced beneath such warm, radiant skin, using a firm hold to push him back against the ground. she repositioned herself so she could straddle him, discoloured knees pressing into the soil with a sick moan as she laid the rest of the flowers against his chest. " doesn't it make you hard? knowing that i'm here, but also here... living and dead. " small, bruised knuckles thud at the soft ground nearest sen's head, back straightening as she knelt over him; morbidly positioning the flowers and manoeuvring sen's willing hands to look like he was in an open casket service. his arms were folded over his chest, stems tucked beneath his arms, and the sight was enough to evoke a soft, content sigh. " you should be buried with me. " doesn't understand the romantic implications of such a request, only really caring about the fact that she wants to rot with him. " here lies sasha and sen... sen and sasha. may their souls rot in peace, or whatever that priest guy said. you would invite me, right? to your funeral, i mean. who knows, maybe your next attempt will be a successful one. "

action prompts (first times).

[hearty-an0n]

garroth

[kazumist]

hi, can i pls request an argument with hoshina and how u resolve everything 🥹🥹🥹

hi anon,, this was certainly a challenge to write since im not used to writing arguments and such HAHAHAHAHAH but hopefully i did it some justice 🙏 here you go !! have fun reading and feel free to lmk what u think :")

[pikechris]

I was waiting for them to sing the entire time and they DID NOT DISAPPOINT