#just casually

[feelbokkie]

I hate Kim Seungmin with my whole heart

This is a joke to him

It’s on sight, istg

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

nedward, goodsir, and Collins all fighting to be my favorite cold boy

[raddestrose]

He had the flute? He had it the whole time?

[fluffyfangirl]

"Second Chances and Dances"

by @foodiewithdahoodie

My first big art piece for the 2023 @bylerbigbang! Fic: "Second Chances and Dances" by @foodiewithdahoodie

I had such a blast working on this! Thanks for being an amazing partner and giving the most wonderful options to draw - and all the time hyping each other up to and create even more! 🐝

There's also two more smaller pieces and a photoset to show more of their family life!

[mysicklove]

megumi let me finger ur mouth

[abnosome1]

Just casually Doitsu wearing Hetamyu merch..while in Germany

[transmogrified-in-the-void]

It took me 20 years to feel absolutely truly happy and seen and want to not only be alive but live every single moment. Life isn't perfect, and there's things that could be much better, but I'm happy. I'm happy. I'm not rotting or wanting to kill myself or running from myself. I'm happy. I'm so, incredibly happy. I have friends who love and support me, I have a job that I genuinely love, I'm going back to college next year, I'm in a really happy and healthy relationship, I'm playing dnd again and making music and learning bass and writing again and I'm so happy. I was told by a friend I look happy on a post about a concert and she was right I am happy. I'm happier than I've ever been in my entire life. I'll continue to be happier. I find something wonderful that makes the world brighter every day without trying. I love it. I see me from a year ago, 5 years ago, a decade ago, and I want to tell them 'you find happiness greater than you'll ever know'. Every day in overwhelmed with emotion and that emotion is joy.

I'm happy.

[autobahnmp3]

um not to flex but my triceps are showing 🤭

[insidethejeffersonian]

[kitnapz]

no one talks about how good millenial women are at running

[honeyby]

The way that we’re literally only weeks away from the bee kiss…a single digit number of weeks…y’all, it’s so close…

[misakiisanidiot]

So, I'm on a bday party rn...

I went to outside, to go to the toilet, and came past a 12-13 year old kid, who was driving a kettcar and was on his phone.

So I said casually: "Being on ur phone while driving is illegal. It can cost your license."

And I heared him laugh as I walked away like the (comical) Queen that I am.

[detentiontrack]

I get they had so much happening in a short period of time, but personally I think Melanie should have brought up the fact that she fucked Jon’s ex girlfriend more often.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

Wight gets "killed" mod fight and the others have to carry his body back before he gets iced tubbed as he slowly comes back

kota is like ???? can we throw him in the sea ??? yhats cold water and ashe is like no the fucking fish and then virion (min) just fucking freezes him and is like finish the fight ???????? otherwise we ALL die

[moirtre]

*    08 : 22 AM .    WE GO GENTLE:    jul. 11, 2015.

CHARACTERS:    emiya ueno & sohn naryun. WORDS:    1061. WARNINGS:    swearing, they're a little mean to sienna & heri in this one, mention of cha*s theory members bc they're a warning on their own idk, dead parents mention, an allusion to unspecified teenage trauma, melanie says not nice things.

Emmy had always been prone to migraines. It was a wonder she had made it this far in her career without getting on some serious medications with all the bright lights and noise she dealt with on a daily basis. Her father often chastised her, begging his only daughter to see a doctor about the malicious pounding that frequently left her miserable. It wasn’t lost on Emmy that living in the Letalis dorm was likely the most central piece of her intolerable affliction. 

The seven girls were by no means friends. They were close, sure. Emmy knew every last thought that passed through the others’ heads, as she was sure they reciprocated. But it was also true that Emmy wasn't overly fond of any of the others, besides, maybe, Naryun when she didn’t lock up the room they shared for reasons Emmy was never too interested to pay attention to.

Not that she paid much attention to what the other six girls did in the dorm they shared anyways.

In the nearly three years that the girls had been living together, Emmy had never experienced her migraines as frequently as she did the past two weeks. Melanie and Heri’s almost-friendship had completely broken down (Emmy didn’t quite care enough to find out why) leaving the younger a victim of the Australian’s vindictiveness. Emmy often found herself in both shock and horror at the venom that seemed to come naturally to Melanie’s expressions and exclamations. 

“Bullshit like that is why everyone you know is ashamed of you,”

Is what Emmy last heard before she carefully closed the door to her room and tugged on a pair of headphones to drown out the sounds of the argument of the hour. Taking a seat on the floor of her room, Naryun floated out of their shared bathroom, wrapped in a towel Emmy was sure Juniper had last threatened the others about using just the other night. 

“Is that Mels and Heri?” She asked with her face turned towards the rapper expectantly. 

Emmy only offers a hum paired with a nod before opening up her spiraled green notebook. Naryun offers an incredulous chuckle as she continues, “It’s…” She pauses, a huff escaping her nose delicately. “It’s sad, they used to be kind of close, right?”

It is Emmy’s turn to chuckle. “I dunno, were they?”

Naryun takes a moment to think, searching for god-knows-what in her mess of a closet as she does so. Emmy found it funny how easily Naryun could construct her own version of a reality so widely shared between so many people. She figures it’s a coping mechanism she adopted before becoming a trainee. But Naryun doesn’t talk about her early teenage years much, so Emmy doesn’t ask either. 

“Yeah,” Naryun speaks as if her decided-upon response was especially obvious. Emmy waits for her reasoning before realizing Naryun didn’t have one, she never did. 

“If anything, I think Sienna and Mels are closer than she and Heri ever were.” Emmy shrugs, matching Naryun’s matter-of-fact assessment. Of course, Naryun takes another moment to contemplate her roommate’s point of view.

“Well, they’re… related, so, I don’t think they have much of a choice.” Emmy doesn’t react, she doesn’t have to because she knows she’s right— she’s always right, and Naryun is only working it out in her mind aloud.

“She can’t be super bitchy to Sienna, dead parents and all that.” 

Emmy laughs lightly at the remark adding, “God forbid her platonic relationships don’t work out.”

Naryun, only providing fire to the embers of a joke continues, “Always the fault of some distant sky deity who’s had it out for poor Miss Sienna van der Roest since birth.” Emmy rolls her eyes at the thought of one of Sienna’s many familiar excuses and accusations. 

In her mind, the only thing separating Sienna and Heri was their approach when it came to playing the victim. Sienna had always played the perfect victim.

Her normally generously honeyed tone became nasally, wrought with a pleasant vocal fry, and the slightest bit pathetic— the perks of being an admittedly talented actress. Heri never could manage to emulate Sienna’s perfect act. Emmy knew better than to expect Heri to be capable of crafting anything unless someone had already set it up for her. 

“Do you ever feel…” Emmy trails off, deciding at that moment to choose her next words very carefully.

Naryun turns back to her, hands carefully rolling her dampened, dark hair into rollers sitting next to the blowdryer adorning her side of their vanity. 

“Do I ever feel what?” She speaks, almost impatiently eager to hear Emmy’s typically hidden thoughts. 

“Do you ever feel just— exhausted by all of this fighting and screaming and— and crying? Because it’s starting to really get to me.” 

Though the sentiment begins with a loud rumble, it reaches a whisper towards its end as Naryun stares back at Emmy with wide eyes. It’s not often Sohn Naryun is confronted with a version of reality she must address head-on, but it’s obvious from her spot in the creaky chair that Emmy is reaching for a lifeline. 

A real answer. 

So she takes a deep breath, “Emmy, have you thought about moving out?” Receiving a shake of Emmy’s head in response, Naryun continues on.

“I know your migraines have been getting worse since— since you and Juniper stopped getting along. I’ve been looking for apartments with Narae, you should… think about it. Might be good for you.” She chooses to bite her tongue after this, turning back to her vanity to continue her routine.

The silence between the two of them is not quite silent as the echo of raised voices and slamming doors from down the hallway travel along the pale walls of the dorm. But Naryun doesn’t have to keep staring at the rapper to know her words have penetrated through Emmy’s headphones and into her subconscious.

For Naryun, it’s not much of a surprise when Emmy hauls all of her belongings from the dorm with the help of various members of Chaos Theory as her unofficial roadies just three weeks later. She’s understandably peeved the 20-year-old never offered a warning of her pending development.

She knows it’s for the best, silently hugging her goodbye and flipping Quinton off as he attempts to pull off a joke at her expense.