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[bruisedboys]

mal i need to know what’s on ur mind regarding sej rnrn

— ivy / @inkluvs

omg I have so many thoughts ….. I’m so glad u asked

peacekeeper!sejanus x covey!reader is my fav, he’d be soooo enamoured with you. he’d come to all of your shows no matter how tired he is. he’d bring you gifts — flowers, sweets, a pretty ribbon he found at the market — spending all his money on you even though you tell him he doesn’t have to. he’d sneak out at night to see you and colour you with giggly kisses in a dark alleyway. he’d tell his ma all about you in letters and he’d promise to take you to meet her one day. he’d love to spend his free days at the lake with you, kissing your bare shoulders and listening to you sing and laying in the sun with you, and picking flowers for you and putting one in your hair. ugh he is such a loverboy <3333

[recents]

i respect togashi’s restraint writing greed island when gon and killua were in aiai because if it were me it would not have ended with a single scene. i would have dragged it out into a full chapter, a date episode, in fact one of those sitcom episodes where the protagonist and his love interest are doing something alone together but totally NOT on a date yet are forced into hilariously contrived romantic situations. gon and killua would have been separated from the group and swindled onto a ferris wheel and their car wouldve been stuck at the top. i am talking fireworks and boat rides through one of those tunnels that go dark and you’re supposed to kiss. the “NPCs” gradually stop trying to drag them into separate clichè dating sim situations and instead start forcing them into dating sim situations where, to killua’s growing horror, gon is the hero and killua is the heroine. killua becomes increasingly flustered and works harder and harder to get them out of the situations while gon is openly having a blast and saying everything he does is fun as long as it’s with killua, confusing and tormenting killua further. they don’t kiss, but killua has to confront the fact that they could and they fact that it makes him feel funny. a fortuneteller says they’ll get married one day or something. i mean everything. all the stops. if it were me writing that shit i would have ground the ENTIRE plot to a halt for that. i would have been unable to resist

[long-lost-mcguffin]

the final battle in crystallized shouldve been a kaiju battle where lloyd goes full godzilla ty for coming to my tedtalk

[masterbaiting]

“so now, i have to step into your shoes, but after you've shat in them?” “ollie, look at me. i'm not pulling anything out of a magic hat. the rabbits have fallen to pieces, their fucking heads are coming off and frightening the kids. so somebody else is going to have to help out.” “well, who says i even want to be you, malcolm?” “who says that? nobody says that. except every screaming atom of that etiolated stick of fuck you call a body says that. every fibre of your being, every stamen... says that. but you are not me, ollie. no. and you never will be me. i knew malcolm f tucker, sir. and you are not malcolm fucking tucker. you're not even fucking manchester's top malcolm tucker tribute band. and trying to be me, you? trying to be me will fucking kill you. i give you 18 months before you're a washed-out, weeping alcoholic with no fucking bladder control. sleeping on your brother-in-law's sofa.” “and so on and so on, it doesn't have to be like that now, malcolm, politics has actually changed.” “oh?” “right. yeah, yeah. and you probably haven't noticed because you've been on transmit for the last fucking eight years, waa-waa-waa-waa-waa! and whilst you've been doing that, everybody else has been changing, and it's all a bit softcore now, it's all a bit algorithms now. you don't have to be malcolm tucker to sit in that chair.” “oh, how quickly they grow up. you fucking think you know me?” “well, yeah. yeah, i know you.” “you know jackie fucking chan about me. you know fuck all about me! i am totally beyond the realms of your fucking tousle-haired, fucking dim-witted compre-fucking-hension. i don't just take this fucking job home, you know. i take this job home, it fucking ties me to the bed, and it fucking fucks me from arsehole to breakfast. then, it wakes me up in the morning with a cup full of piss slammed in my face, slaps me about the chops, to make sure i'm awake enough so it can kick me in the fucking bollocks. this job has taken me in every hole in my fucking body. malcolm is gone, you can't know malcolm, because malcolm is not here! malcolm fucking left the building fucking years ago! this is a fucking husk. i am a fucking host for this fucking job. do you want this job?” “yeah.” “yes, you do fucking want this job. then, you're going to have to fucking swallow this whole fucking life and let it grow inside you like a parasite. getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it fucking eats your insides alive and it stares out of your eyes and tells you what to do.”

[kreachvera]

pondering my dizzy

[starswirly]

[ * I need my head to ]

[ * stop this being full ]

[ * of cotton nonsense ]

[quackitytheduck]

fuck dude!!!!! yeah sure!!!!!! aybbh!!!!!!! ayhalo!!!!!!!! fucking what else is there to even care ab anymore!!!!!!!!!

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Was thinking about decade nicknames like the Roarin' 20s, Dirty 30s etc and for a moment got weirdly emotional over the fact that the 90s were called the Wild 90s/the Free 90s here

[plaguethewaters]

sometimes i wanna be insensible bout shit yk

[mnfrostofficial]

[bruisedboys]

rewatched guardians 2 today and peter is sooooo fit i was gripping my seat

[transexualpirate]

if you ever want to know what it's like to be my father's son today i had TWO different people tell me my dad's been sending this photoshopped picture of him and beyonce touching EVERYWHERE because she was recently in my state and it's all everyone's talking about including my dad a 50 years old white cishet man that photoshopped him and beyonce together and sent that picture to at least five groupchats including the family groupchat and the one from his work

[shrikebait]

forever and worst thing about abby's death is that the ONE THING that mattered to her most was disregarded. her entire life she had been taught murder was not murder if nothing was left to waste, if every part of the body was cherished. she spent every single meal at her dinner table, eating those girls, and wondering not if, but when the time would come where she would be the one her father would leave nothing to waste. and it never happened, but she still held her breath every single time she went hunting with him, waiting to feel his rifle on the back of her head.

abigail knew the day hannibal helped fake her death she had sealed her fate, that she would die, it was just a matter of when — but at least she could find comfort in the fact that hannibal would consume her and make sure no part of her body was left to waste. but he didn't. he left her to rot on his kitchen floor just like her father did.

[demonstars]

excelente dritties content btw I wonder if that's why he wore that shirt to his first meeting with george.

[poorlittlevampire]

i actually can’t think abt judas without throwing my tragic gay filter over him sorry god