#this show ‼️

[c--3phoe]

please tell me you guys see my vision

like its the same, theyre the same

i mean it even works this way, cause you know silver/grey, same same but different.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Listen, this came to me in a dream

[grimlyink-but-creative]

“Mail talk💌📭”

Your honor I will do anything for this man, HE HAS A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART‼️I STG IF ANYTHING ELSE BAD HAPPENS TO HIM, EXPECT SOMETHING TO BE ON FIRE!!/silly /j

[ignatzcatz]

That’s how you get mold in the barracks changing rooms!!! Get outta here!!!

[legokingfisher]

I’m fucking ugly sobbing

[kmpshitposter]

Regular John

[kiyoors]

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

[stupidityplanet]

Tacopad if it was peak

[lizaisdrawing]

MR. JOYFUL 🌈

[h0rsegirlpercy]

A second seaweed brain has hit the pjo show

[mentallyillmindmeld]

I’m sure this exists but I had to make it anyway

[lemongogo]

[not-the-living-ghost]

i was gonna make a silly little joke post being like “boyfriEND, girlfriEND. you know what doesn’t end? dead boy detectives!!” and then i was hit with the gutting realization that dead boy detectives did, in fact, end thanks to netflix’s unpredictable cancellation choices

[triglycercule]

horrortale waterfall game broke me sorry (hey just like horror!)

[dandeleon]

one awesome thing abt post-canon fiddauthor is i can literally just make up shit abt them bc they live in a big ass rich people mansion

like. i can imagine they just own anything including weird rich people stuff that only rich people would/could afford. like yeah these guys have a fucking personal movie theater. these guys have a kiln & they can make pottery together. these guys have an industrial size kitchen and they can make all the foods they want together. they have a robot building room (this ones canon to me bc ofc mcgucket would have one of those in his house). they have a giant swimming pool + hot tub & they can have the most banger pool partys ever. they have a wine cellar full of the most expensive ass wine you could imagine. they got a big ass telescope they can look into. they got big ass beds & blankets and can be so cosy eepy together (& they can also make the most awesome pillow/blanket forts & have the most awesomest sleepovers with the rest of the family). they can do anything!!!!!!! theres infinite possibilities!!!!!!!! it genuinely rules!!!!!!

[ieatsockz]

The awesome adventures of Crash Manlydude and friends