#we can be crazy together

[angellan]

Another draw your ship meme guess, I'm weak for that. Especially if this Dee's fic is mentionned. 🙂‍↕️

See on X

+ a little NSFW bonus here because I can't seem to control myself 🫣

[rimatsu]

tommy really told buck "i'd never recover from losing you if i let myself believe i can keep you forever" (paraphrasing) and i'm supposed to accept their breakup as a permanent thing. like that's not insanely romantic in the most miserable of ways

[heartorbit]

a fool and a sinner

[thewistlingbadger]

Now what we're NOT about to do is bring down roxanne just raise to maxley. We're not doing it! Bc y'all LOVE to do it in every fuckin fandom and I'm not taking it this time!

[chronically3mpty]

Just saw a vid of a woman saying how being chronically ill means slowly going insane but being forced to pretend you’re not and I feel that pretty hard.

Anyone that goes to war with their body and will never be the same emotionally, I see you and you’re not alone 💕

[cementcornfield]

the thumb....

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

The Terror x Maya Angelou

Created for @theterrorbingo prompt: "Wherever thou goest."

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 6: Happy Ending

[worthyprnce]

the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

— uncensored version here ✨

cw: merlin's 🍑 lol

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Can't believe we're gonna see these guys soon too, fandom is gonna go crazy when they appear!

[electric-plants]

cyno: delivery for you.

alhaitham: …this letter is from you

cyno: yes. i’d already written it by the time i realized i didn’t trust anyone else to bring it to you

alhaitham: you could just tell me what it says then since you’re already here

cyno: i can’t say it out loud in your office

alhaitham: ah. so it must be a fairly sensitive case—

alhaitham: cyno.

cyno: what?

alhaitham: this just says that you think i’m pretty

cyno: yes, because i do and - considering the nature of our current relationship - i thought i should let you know.

alhaitham: again— you could just tell me?

cyno, frowning: we’re at work, that would be unprofessional. though i suppose you’ve already breached the line by reading it out loud so please be more considerate next time :/

[cloudzzz]

it is normal i do that a lot...........also hiiii

I think paying attention to what hand people use to write is weirder than being ambidextrous. Ego what typa stuff do you pay attention to in your everyday life. Would you realize if someone didnt have a shadow or if they didn't have a reflection. Are you paying attention to that stuff cause you're actually a vampire. im going to hunt you down

Do people not look at the hands people use to write and do everything in their life? Is that not. Normal??

I WOULD realize if someone didnt have a shadow or a reflection, Maybe I Am A Vampire. You might never know

[nanami-is-nanamean]

I imagine that nanami, out of all the sorcerers ever, is so Normal that it circles back to being crazy— i kept thinking abt how gojo says that "every jujutsu sorcerer is some kind of crazy" and started thinking abt nanami and how much he just yearns for a normal life but cant do that because his sense of justice and fulfillment in sorcery is much too strong for him to be in a normal life and caused him to go back and like—yeah no i can see nanami having that special type of crazy, that even other sorcerers would claim is weird KJDFGKSR

if the "crazy" people say ur crazy, then babygirl ur a special one 💖💖

cuz i can see him being like—so dedicated to the idea, that he actually looks fucking nuts abt it. he talks abt his being a sorcerer in terms thatll make you think he's in some kind of freelance work and YEAH SURE HE KIND OF IS I GUESS but also like in vague enough terms that were it not for the fact that the people he usually talks too are sorcerers too, youd think that hes like—a freelance financial advisor, or a freelance bodyguard or, someone who helps run a martial arts/gym space, or a stunt man trainer/choreographer, or something—

like—"my last job? the client was quite happy with the results, there was minimal damages to the asset i was assigned to take care of, and minimal personnel required. overall, I'd say it was one of my smoother jobs."

and you'd think like "oh okay, he's probably some sort of hired security. maybe he was helping transfer some important item to a storage facility"

and in reality—it was actually a cursed object that started to go fucking haywire and attracting crazy cursed spirits to the area. the client was happy because the windows caught it early before any big damage happened to the area—just a couple of broken doors and windows, and like 3 destroyed walls which is actually on the LOWER END of collateral damage concerning curses. ESPECIALLY considering that there was such a large number already gathered there. and nanami's a bit of a self sacrificial bastard (beloved), so you bet ur ASS that he took a direct hit, and broke multiple bones and made the executive decision to not get anyone else involved because DAMMIT if he misses an episode of the great british bake off, he doesnt know what he's gonna do. he cant risk extending the mission too much, he cant let prue leith and paul hollywood down—

every single person he's worked with has, at some point in time, wondered why he just hasnt become an assistant manager instead—the threat to ur life is SIGNIFICANTLY LESS, and there is some overlap between what he did in his salaryman years and what the managers do. HELL, you can even see him training some of the newer managers (with ijichis approval and permission ofc) (hell sometimes ijichi assigns the newer ones to work with him to secretly give them training) (he always fesses up after the mission tho fdkbjgk)

and then while they're chillin in the breakroom, shooting the shit and drinking coffee, someone mentions his salaryman past. and dear LORD the pure vitriol and venom that started spewing out of his mouth when given the opportunity to shit talk having a regular job—if he didnt have such good control over his CE, he wouldve spawned a Special Grade from how much he DESPISED his old job JKHFDLKJhgbLS

and considering the similarities between that old job and being a manager, yeah no—everyone understands why he doesnt become a manager instead LJKSDfhLGJkSDFKLh

[personasintro]

You might've noticed by now but I started reposting Mh. Rereading it after a while brings a lot of memories & I hope you guys can take this opportunity to reread the story until 58 is posted :) please give each part lots of love and support ♡

[sixeyesonathiel]

let me yap abt my husband rq because it’s his birth month !!

because i can’t stop thinking abt how this entire experience is so painfully shoujo coded i’m actually losing it. like sorry. the bus. the seats. the sunset. the offhand comment that ruined my life. tell me that’s not satoru behavior. tell me that man wouldn’t sit next to you every morning just to pretend it’s nothing. tempted as hell to project all this on satoru and turn it into an x reader fic just so y’all will KNOW what it feels like.

exam season, one year ago. he turns to me, grins, and says “you got me, right?”—clearly joking. i nodded. academically, he meant letting him cheat off me. spiritually, i took it as a contract. since then, i’ve been silently monitoring his life like a sentient cctv with feelings. he has no idea. he probably doesn’t even remember the exam. but i do. i remember everything.

daily bus rides. same block = same schedule. his stop? closer. mine? farther. but every time, without fail, he gets on the bus and follows me to the middle, where i always go to claim my window seat like a soft-spoken main character with deep unresolved issues.

at first, the bus is spacious. calm. breathable. but as it moves, more people get on. the aisle floods. standing passengers pile up. exiting becomes a physical and emotional challenge. and yet. he sits beside me. knowing full well that getting off becomes a whole obstacle course. but he stays. he chooses to stay beside me, even if it means having to politely say "excuse me po" seventeen times just to squeeze his way out later.

so one day, i asked. gently. trying to be chill, trying not to betray the fact that my mind had already made a wedding slideshow about us. i asked, “why don’t you just sit in front?”

he smiled—SMILED—and said, “why? don’t you want me here?”

let’s be serious. be honest. be for real. what am i supposed to do with that? heal? move on? GET A GRIP?

no. i did what any mentally unstable thought daughter would do. i locked that moment in a shrine in my brain, lit a candle, and started assigning meaning. dramatically staring out the window, at the beach we pass by on the way like i’m one with nature, when in reality the real view is beside me.

he probably said it as a joke.

he probably forgot five seconds later.

but me? i heard a confession. i heard “I’D RATHER STRUGGLE TO GET OFF THIS BUS THAN NOT SIT BESIDE YOU.”

ain’t NOTHING casual about that, lil bro. not to me. not in this economy. i’m down so astronomical i’ve started interpreting public transport behavior as love language.

[geekgirles]

Can you believe they're finally married, your honour?