#my baby my babyyy

[mrsoharaa]

imagine going through Suguru's high school year book and noting how incredibly handsome he was back then. He gives you a quick, sadden pout (bottom lip sprouted out and everything because, he's dramatic just like his best friend lol) "Am I...not handsome any more sweetheart?" he'd fake a lip shudder, head turning directly in your direction. Cackles softly when he sees you toss the book to the side and completely smother him with consistent kisses and tight bear hugs, nuzzling into his neck. Immediately reassuring him how indubitably handsome he is! And how you couldn't be more luckier to have him! (and that man completely wallows in the hounding affections you show him, trust and believe!)

[fizzytoo]

she didn't start feeling embarrassed about them until her dads started cooing about how cute she looks

[snowwgravve]

sneak peak of something because oh my god they love each-other so much and actually nothing happened to kanako shes still alive and well idk what ur talking about

[toxicroyjamie]

The truth is autism, does speak. And usually it's about the city of Amsterdam.

AMSTERDAM'S ORIGINS DATE BACK TO THE THIRTEENTH CENTURY!!!!!!!!!!!! MAD, INNIT???????

[takethebodymarc]

[deuca1ion]

Up and Down - Judy Singh

[janenthusiast]

FAVORITE JAN PHOTOS PHOTODUMP!!

There's WAY MORE but Tumblr won't let me put some of these??? Whelp!

[vullcanica]

Sleepygirl photoshoot

[medusajellyfish69]

[saikitsu]

solomon backstory ? Whag if i killed myself

[ruubesz-draws]

THE REAL BABY MAN!!!!

[v10l3tz-thmblr]

Was listening to Hamilton again and when Dear Theodosia came up I immediately thought of Sir Lancelot and Galahad. It just screams them to me 🥹

Consider this a birthday gift for Silver as well since him and Galahad are pretty much the same. Plus I currently have a fever too ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[g0dcountry]

isla’s feet stumble,   but she doesn’t care,   not when the air outside feels like a cool drink of water,   the kind you swallow fast and hope it doesn’t burn.   eliza’s pulling her along like she’s a kite on the wind,   dragging her through the mess of the backyard,   all laughter and neon lights that stab the dark like wild sparks.   the house behind them is a furnace,   the people inside burning up with too much heat,   too much noise,   the walls too thin to hold it all.   but out here,   it’s quieter.   the crickets hum a little too loud,   and the pool reflects the chaos,   a perfect mess of tangled limbs,   beer cans,   and the occasional flash of a cheap plastic cup.   it feels like a fever dream,   like they could step right through the yard into something else entirely,   something strange and wild and theirs.

“ eliza, ” isla calls,   breathless in the chill of the night,   “ you’re gonna kill me,   you know that? ”

isla watches her,   the light from the party flickering across eliza’s face,   her eyes wild and glittering,   too bright,   like something untouchable.   it’s not a dare.   it’s a way of life.   “ .. fuck it.   what’s the point of living if you’re not feeling it all the way,   right?” not that isla believes it,   but because its what she wanted to hear.   needed to hear.   still,   something unsuspecting piques in moonlit visage when she tilts what's left in her cup into the cavern of her mouth.   “ wait—there’s a contest .. besides beer pong? ”  

— THE ROOM WASN'T SPINNING yet which meant she needed another drink . and stat ! eliza carelessly bumped through the blur of strangers and friends , parting the sea of hot , wet , half-naked bodies , swelled within the cramped confines of the fraternity's living room , and forcing a narrow path for herself . . . and for i s l a . the elusive woman had become one of the newer shadows sewn to the heels of luke sinclair & co. — showing face here-and-there , but never with much to say . at least , that was how it had seemed at first . eliza was beginning to think her initial impressions ( she was having a hard time shaking that nasty habit of judging books by their covers ) weren't quite right . which was weird , since she was a l w a y s right . . . and yet , just this once , she was more than happy to be wrong .

" UH-UH ! no dissing ' pink whitney ' in this house — she's royalty !! " eliza barely turned her head to answer , the words of warning running from isla toward the opposite direction . " besides , it's not supposed to taste good , it's s'posed to taste FUN ! and nothing that's actually fun is ever any good for you , babe . "

hand-in-hand , her fingers hooked through other's with a fierce , bordering on protective , tightness ( like isla might be swept away , crushed beneath dancing feet 'til her ivory bones were no more than powder to be snuffed ) , the two finally broke out of the frat house's unforgiving crowd . spring air welcomed them with crisp , cool freshness.

" pool ( obvi ) , keg , cup-pong —— " vibrant eyes scanned the backyard , pointing her new pet-project to all the important landmarks she'd want to know for the evening . she turned to isla , bouncing on the balls of her feet with a crooked smile plastered to her not-entirely-plastered face . " i refuse to be even semi-sober before the contest . if i can still spell my name , i'm doing something wrong . "

[manchesterau]

HELLO 😭

[reythensomethingelse]

sam and max doodles 😛😛

[asotiaa]

- Oh? Hello there.. Please, speak more quietly, my brother is sleeping.

I just want pie. ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Dream/Nightmare by Jokublog.