#memes in the attic

[thebreakfastgenie]

[fruitypiestims]

Stimboard for when iTS TOO FUCKING HOT!!!! ITS TOO FUCKING HOT AND I AM GOING TO DIE

🌅 🌅 🌅 / 🌅 🌅 🌅 / 🌅 🌅 🌅

[andminnequin]

Me in 4K fr

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

❗️❗️❗️spoilers for those who haven't fully completed manhwa and novel of Academy's undercover professor ❗️❗️❗️

[omgpostsplease]

he's a 10, but he would pick a person over 1000 roaches

[icespur]

Incorrect Quotes Akeshu #76

Akechi: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Akiren: Oh. We're going out? Akechi: Wh…

[squish-bird]

Ada darling we love you

[neopolitangumdrops]

Did the Undertale "It's Still You" meme w Rory. She's been through so much, and she won't tell anyone </3

Carrd

[megoosa]

oh hey, uh, listen, we sorta neutered your boyfriend :( yup. neutered. ohh NO not like that ahaha don’t worry!! he’s just going to take identical forms in the nominative and accusative now. anyway.. sorry about that.

[thebreakfastgenie]

A man goes to see the doctor and says “Doctor, I’m depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel.” 😞 He says he feels alone and is under enormous pressure. 😓 The doctor says “Treatment is simple. Go and listen to the song Vienna 🎶 by the great songwriter Billy Joel.” 🎹 The man bursts into tears. 😭 He says “But doctor, I am Billy Joel.” 💔

[e-mptyflowerfields]

Rest in peace V. C. Andrews, rest in peace love, rest in peace baby cakes. It’s a real shame you never got to see Ethel Cain tumblr

[andminnequin]

Old memes

[must4rds33d]

villetteposting again

source: x (last photo is from the official poster!)

[theatticmonologues]

(art by @ThatStupidTwink over on Twitter)

[cant-icle]

For the ninety-degrees meme: I'd really like to see a Yoshida PoV for clear the area! He only gets a little mention in passing, but it was a fascinating snapshot of his and Akira's working relationship.

(Alternately, if you're not up for covering heavy topics on a fun little ask meme: in a small, quiet death in a watery grave, what DID they do about the bed? Did Futaba's six million hidden cameras catch them sneaking about with armfuls of duct tape in the middle of the night?)

Yoshida is not a young man, and he no longer has the energy than young men do. Though he has regained his seat in the Diet, he still spends his time in Shibuya Crossing, his loyal assistant at his side. Taking Kurusu on as his aide after his graduation was barely a question; his keen eyes and intuition have only grown sharper with time and experience.

He can see shadows of himself in Kurusu, he fancies. That irresistible conviction towards justice and hope. Be thou for the people. A core in him as strong and unrelenting as a steel pole.

But metal tarnishes, steel rusts, and Kurusu...

He never asked, of course, about those extracurricular activities from all those years ago. That wasn't for him to know. But he remembers as well as anyone what happened that night in November, and he's seen the boy (because even now, Yoshida will blink and see that slender youth superimposed over the man he's grown into) wind himself up, tight as a spring, year after year.

Yoshida is not a young man. He has seen the way the world will press its heel upon those who choose to stand up higher, to raise their voices louder, to fight for what's right. He'll bear his own scars and his own shame for the rest of his life, and he's sure Kurusu bears his own.

Never have they been more prominent than they are now, though. A pair of detectives had sauntered through the offices on the way to speak to a colleague of his, and Kurusu's eyes couldn't leave the sparkle of the handcuffs dangling from one man's hip even as the visitors turned the corner. His hands trembled when he brought Yoshida the wrong set of files once, twice, before finding the right ones. His eyes...

Oh, his eyes.

Oh, his boy.

Yoshida is not a young man.

Kurusu does not grieve like a young man.

That, too, they have in common.