#walk with your smile

[teamiibo]

Hyperaphia

[jenaiea]

Gosh. I've been getting super busy lately.

Good thing no major events in any ikemen games.

Please enjoy this song. With our ikemen VA's

YukiOno, ToshikiMasuda, KenjiNojima

[goryhorroor]

the best/questionable little (and one big) kitties in horror cinema

[fisheito]

is he a wise mentor or just jealous

[rjshope]

elven princes for my dearest @magicshop🌿

[pocket-snoodle]

Erasermic fall! Except Aizawa literally wears the same thing everywhere lmao. I was gonna post this like last week and completely forgot, so here it is!

[ickypuppi3]

# hint: don’t lie to a guy about the whereabouts of his kid stepsister

[feliciadraws]

I- I have no words

[daily-hanamura]

[cuoredimuschio]

okay, but where's my steddie AU where steve wants to learn to play guitar to impress a girl he's infatuated with and he remembers that munson kid was always hanging up posters for his weird band at school, so he hikes out to eddie's usual dealing spot behind the track and asks (with far less groveling than he really should have) if eddie will teach him how to play, and obviously eddie says no because why would he want to help king steve, but of course, steve offers to pay him, $20 a week, and well, that's the kind of get-the-hell-out-of-this-shithole-town cash eddie really can't afford to refuse, so fine, he'll teach steve to play and they'll spend inordinate amounts of time together tucked away in eddie's room and they'll start to see that they have more in common than they thought and that they kind of had each other all wrong, and eddie will put his hand over steve's to help him get the placement for a tricky chord and it totally won't awaken anything in either of them?? where is it??

edit: i started writing it

[gio-cosmo]

He has NO reason to be looking this joyful here 😭

[fisheito]

everyone gets a turn in the ridiculous skintight edmondsuit. or at least, .everyone SHOULD

[johnslittlespoon]

hii happy pride month, have a little 'you're a dog (i'm your man)' chapter four snippet as an apology for radio silence <33

“Did I wake you?” Gale asks, glancing at John apologetically, but John looks up from his effort to avoid muddy puddles to shake his head. Gale supposes it’s a silly question; John sleeps like a rock, dead to disturbances made by anything other than his own brain.

“Just my sixth sense,” John says, shrugging and shooting him a small smile. Gale snorts.

“You got a radar for me?” He teases, and John smiles wider, eyes crinkling.

“Built in,” he answers matter–of–factly, raising a hand and making a fist over the center of his chest before dropping it, returning his vigilant gaze to the uneven ground. Gale stares for a moment longer, floored not for the first time by John’s apparent obliviousness to the weight of his sentimentality.

Even knowing John how he does, it’s always unexpected coming from someone who a stranger might assume to be brazen and surface–level; John’s loud mouth and wandering hands do him no favours in that regard.

But Gale does know John, like an extension of himself half the time, and still he manages to render him speechless. The way his heart flutters as the sentiment hangs in the air makes Gale want to reach down his throat and squeeze it until it never beats again.

[ratatatastic]

my favourite part of hockey being back is that i get to caption this guy and so i bring you the "bad attitude" bit from last season finally being put to rest because we've beat this poor horse to death... only to be revived once more! if theres anything we like around these parts its living for the bit!

Training Camp 24 | 9.19.24 (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

[bookshelfdreams]

I went on a walk and the leaves of birches and hornbeams shone like brass in the evening sun, the earth and moss were soaked with water, and the forest was full of decay and interesting fungi

[binah-beloved]

binah, but you’re physically injured. you can’t walk very well without any help.

she's delicate with you. more delicate than you would ever expect from a former Arbiter. it's after a particularly brutal Abnormality break, many of your coworkers losing their lives. Binah doesn't care, though. not about them. she only approaches you, kneeling at your side and putting a hand on your shoulder. there's care and strength laced in every touch as she gathers you into her arms. would you prefer to lean, or to be carried? she allows you to choose, holding you firmly whenever you stumble. your Sephirah spares not a glance to the other agents- she knows they stare. let them. your health and safety are more important, gingerly scooping you up when you nearly trip and fall once more and quickening her pace, just slightly

you blink, and you're in her quarters, set gently upon the bed. Binah's dark eyes flicker briefly with worry, a hand raising and brushing against your forehead. no fever. good. you're just injured, then. she can fix this. she stands there for a moment, simply watching you, but then you reach out a hand to her and Binah feels something in her cold heart crack. she sits, slowly, allowing you to shift and lean your head against her shoulder. a soft sigh escapes her lips as she wraps an arm around you, tracing her fingers up your spine with quiet murmurs of reassurance. of course, you'll be alright. you work here. you're strong. this, she knows, as everyone who works in Extraction must have the hardest steel of every agent

yet, it seems as if the reassurance is equally for you and for herself