#the way i

[untilyouremember]

My Love Story with Yamada-kun at LV999

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[espectres]

✨ stylishly ✨ takes off his hat and puts it right onto shou’s head. it hardly seems to suit the other, ( too mature, too dark, too mysterious for someone still so small and vibrantly boyish, ) but the sight alone tickles him. without a word azumano’s great phantom thief only turns his head and grins to himself, hands slipping into his pockets as he continues to walk forward, with —- or possibly now, for however briefly, without, the other.

And it almost ruins his hairdo!  Almost, but the considerable amount of time spent in front of his mirror at the morning is not all meant to waste, it's meant to counter such external hazards as this. ( Red hair ... somehow the energy to tame all those spikes behins to slowly dwindle day after day ... ). Dark is pretty lucky that he's careful, and he's definitely  lucky that he's special.  Otherwise such thoughtless acts wouldn't go uncompensated from the esper's end, and whatever hand finds amusement in messing up his hair returns with a couple broken bones. 

" Oh c'mon!  Watch out for the hair! "   He takes off the hat, calls from behind, loud words accompanied by an exacerbated shrug and a smile that doesn't help how serious and berating he wants to sound. Maybe it's that he can't be really mad, because this is giving him more reasons  to come back at the thief  with whatever prank he can think of later. Or maybe it's simply that he can't be really mad, without much reason involved besides the fact that it's Dark.  

The black hat remains in his hands, he looks down at it with a knowing light to his eyes and a smile that only tightness.   " Hats aren't for me. "   His hair is too long,  too bright and too wild  to sit down nicely. He runs a hand through it, smoothing it back in place even thought it has barely moved. (  Or has it just become too long and bright for him to handle ? When did his reflection in the mirror start to look wrong ? When has it become unbearable ? ).

A few fast steps and he catches up to Dark, and links their arms together without much thought. The hat goes back on his own head, despite how unfashionable and tasteless it looks on him. " Do you think I'd rock a cap though?  I've been thinking about it ... " 

[ghostcrows]

I'm like Ramona flowers

In a way.

[anchoeritic]

HEY! i've decided to add some happy to ur feed bc *no specific reason*. i'd say delete bullshit, and enjoy these baby kitties instead ☺️

you’re the sweetest 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i can’t get enough of you pls. i love the baby kitties 🥹🫶🏼

[lakanakana]

war never changes

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[stillgotscars]

this part of stevie nicks’ interview with rolling stone is taking me out

[epoxyconfetti]

[fairycosmos]

recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol

[great-and-small]

My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[blabberoo]

;]

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through