#word vomit

[animerot]

We all talk about ranma being ready to risk it all for akane but this girl DID NOT HESITATE, to put his life before hers, she is the realest

[vorpalfae]

make a girl smile today.

give her a sword.

[cat-eg]

new hbomberguy vid moodboard

[luxgalador]

even if you're stuck in a place where you don't feel like you can be yourself

even if you do it behind closed doors

if you can, i'd like you to try and do something that affirms you today. doesn't matter how. look at yourself and marvel at what you are, in actuality and truth, under the skin

[easternkid]

"Henry Winter would've loved the notes app" No. Henry Winter didn't and will never love anything modern. He uses a fountain pen and isn't bothered by the ink, he even reads under candle light - for christ's sake, he uses and is obsessed with Latin, which is by the way, a dead language.

[gracieblood]

found this on pinterest CHAOTIC EVIL GANG STAND UPPP

[thatguywhodoesstuff]

In A Weird Way, Princess Loolilalu’s Words Rang True

I was rewatching Candy Carrier Chaos!, when I realized that this:

Was said not even a minute before this:

So in a weird way, the gang accidentally stayed true to their word and got Gummigoo executed.

Man… that just twists the knife further.

[serialkilluh1996]

Gaz the typa guy to get really quiet when he hears something strange. He halts all noise, asks no questions, and simply listens, staying quiet until he hears another. And soaps the guy to ruin the whole thing by going, "Who's there?" Very loudly, insisting that they go check it out (with no weapons whatsoever, might I add).

The result? They end up in a quarrel where soap gets scolded for his unnecessary statement. "Like the killer was gonna say something back," Gaz fusses. In the end, it was only Ghost sneaking into the kitchen for a snack, trying not to disturb the two as he didn't care to speak at the time, but he couldn't deny he found it funny when they bickered.

[omensandwonders]

best friend!noah headcanons

a/n: not proofread word vomit i hit out in 15mins because FUCK i need a man like noah (if not noah) in my life

sfw:

♤ you guys probably met online through streaming or gaming, or maybe at a con who knows

♤ after a few months of friendship you moved in with noah and the boys

♤ life is chaotic but so much fun with them (i wouldnt be shocked if that house gets almost set on fire multiple times (has already happened on stream))

♤ late night gaming and deep talk sessions

♤ blasting music at full volume because why the hell would either of yall want to listen to your own thoughts HELL nah

♤ if you have long hair, he's stealing your hairties and clips. deal with it

♤ makes sure your favorite ice cream is always at the house

♤ even if you dont help him write music too often, you usually just lounge around somewhere in the background while he works, ready to give feedback when he wants it

♤ im coping ik BUT HES THE PERFECT CUDDLE BUDDY. istg look at him he is BUILT to cuddle and be cuddled-

♤ a hug from him would fix me

♤ sorry im getting off track

♤ if you havent seen star wars, hes forcing you into a marathon

♤ late night horror movie marathons

♤ within days of living with each other yall catch each other staring. regularly (i mean i would tf)

nsfw:

♤ the sexual tension rises until it finally snaps one night when the other boys are out and you both smoked a joint together

♤ long story short yall end up on his bed, clinging to each other and lazily fucking the night away, limbs tangled and hands grabbing whatever they could reach

♤ after that, his casual touches increase ten fold, gently grabbing your hips to pass by you, putting an arm around your waist or shoulder, holding your hand to pull you through crowds

♤ LOTS of jealousy sex

♤ youre not dating, but a guy flirts with you? even worse, you give him his number? the second youre home youre getting bent in half and pounded through the mattress

"gonna fuck that attitude out of you, make you remember who you belong to- even if you dont, that fuckin pussy will, gonna ruin you for anybody else-"

♤ would fuck you on every surface in both of your rooms

♤ eats you out on the couch, casually rubbing lazy circles on your clit while watching a movie, grinding into you first thing in the morning when he wakes up

♤ kinda perverted with it, grabbing a handful of your ass when nobodys looking

[choccorin]

what about satoru who secretly and slowly turns you into a carbon copy of his best friend, suguru. his best friend that he fell in love with, still in love with. his best friend that was his first and last true love.

it started with him getting you into the foods that suguru liked and loved— such as rooibos tea. even though you have a sweet tooth just like him, he insists that you only add one sugar cube instead of three. it's strange for him to say that when you just watched him add four sugar cubes to his own cup, but he reasons that it'll taste better with just one.

you believed him.

you're also a bit of a picky eater and it was hard to get you into eating new foods, but satoru was persistent and it eventually worked out.

the hardest part of changing you was your appearance. he thinks you're adorable and beautiful, but the fact that you don't look like his ‶one and only″ irks him. you have suguru's mannerisms, interests, and favorite foods, but you don't look like him at all. and satoru will do everything he can to change that.

if you have curly hair then he'll try to convince you to straighten it, he doesn't care if you love your natural hair. if you really love him, then you'll do what he wants, right? it took months and several arguments, before you finally obliged his wishes with a heavy, reluctant heart.

when you meet shoko again after a few months, her heart sank at the sight of you.

the way you moved, the way you spoke, the way you ate, the way you dressed, your interests, and your appearance were different. other than your face, skin color, and height, you look exactly like suguru. you even have his signature hair bun. she spoke to satoru about this and he acted clueless, saying that it was your decision and he contributed nothing to your transformation; only gave you his love and support.

little did satoru know, you were completely aware of his plans. ever since you heard him mumble suguru's name that one night while he was sleeping, you knew he was still in love with him and knew that this was bound to happen. even before your relationship, it was obvious that his feelings for his best friend never left. you just didn't expect for him to go this far. if it were another person, they'd immediately leave, but you can't.

you love him too much to make him experience another heartbreak. (would it really break him when he's not in love with you at all?)

it breaks your heart to know that every time he looks at you with that smile—the one that makes his eyes crinkle—he’s not really looking at you. he’s looking at the man he fell in love with years ago— the man he will always love, even in death.

[novascotiaducktoller]

grabs your face with both my hands. you guys understand that deconstruction of the binary means that the experience of one group does not automatically indicate the reverse experience of another group, right? like. if something happens to trans men it does not mean trans women experience the same but opposite. they are two separate groups who do not intrinsically replicate the experience of cis people. and nonbinary folks can have experiences that both and neither trans men and women have happen to them. the binary is false and so are all implications of it. tell me you understand this.

[animerot]

Speaking of the skating arc..

But the way ranma is not just fighting one, but TWO men over akane.. he was real busy this day. Also think it’s hilarious how ryoga as well as not getting all flustered with ranmas girl side, he is fully beating the shit out of her. Like the audience must be kerfuffled at this man giving this sweet beautiful girl (his skating partner !) the beat down

But the way he’s protecting Akanes honor AGAIN, cus ryoga thinks she’s something he can “win” from him. Right off the bat he doesn’t treat her how most of the boys in her life. He knows she’s her own person, and wants her to be treated like so.

[almost-blondee]

Sleepless Night

Sunday x Reader

Sfw, Just my thoughts,

word count: 873

There will be PART 2

A/N: I was just feeling like writing about Sunday, This has no interaction between Sunday and reader, Sorry. But….There will be a PART 2 Where they interact. So hopefully you stay tuned. Hopefully he isn’t to ooc, i. tried my best. And again sorry for any grammar mistakes

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It’s been sometime since Sunday had joined the astral express temporarily, and within that time he had begun having some unnecessary feelings flare up in the process. Worthlessness…Incompetence… These feelings are honestly nothing new to Sunday, however he is now burdened with the heaviness of silence. Being the head of the Oak family, left him a busy man, no time to just sit idle and get lost in thoughts. Now, on the contrary, he has all the time in the world to get sucked in to the spiral of emotions.

He is very grateful to the Nameless for letting him take refuge in the express, understanding that they have limited space on the train. So for the time being Sunday would sleep in the party car. This worked quite well, having everyone on the express in the living corridor, he might as well have the whole car to himself… Unfortunately for him, he has let his thoughts consume him, How come i have to sleep on this couch, why don’t i get a room to myself, Do they even want me on the express with them, they must still be wary of me, no body really wants me here… and so on. Although he knows that these are selfish thoughts, the mind has a way of thinking on its own. These thoughts plaguing him whenever silence would take over. March was not complaining to Dan Heng about him ‘cheating’ in their chess match’s , You were not talking his ear off about who knows what, you could ramble on for hours… Not a soul to be found in the party car. Sunday, lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. How many times has he done this, He needs sound… Something to free his mind from these convictions.

He sits up swinging his leg gently so they meet the ground, slowly walking toward a case that’s lying by the wall. Thankfully before leaving penecony Sunday had chosen to bring his violin with him. He relished in the sound, it soothed his soul. How could he not bring it. He knows that he’s not the best musician, but it would always help him relax. Open the case and taking out the stringed instrument, he lifted it to just under his chin and started playing. He would usually know better then to make loud noises during the night, and maybe this would make the Nameless hate him even more… But in this moment he needed to hear something other than the devil on his shoulder. Swaying with the violin in hand, slowly moving in a pattern that almost looked like he was dancing, he was content. Forcing out all his feelings onto this wooden instrument, using it as a form of therapy, he was lost in the sound. So lost that he hadn’t noticed you coming down the stairs, moving slowly so he would not notice.

You had been in the living space above the party car. tossing and turning, you were having trouble sleeping. Stopping to stare at the ceiling hoping that if you just closed your eyes you would be accompanied by sleep, wishful thinking. Just when you think all is lost, you hear a beautiful melody… it’s sounds like a violin. The melody was full of sorrow, you could feel the emotions that drove the performance. You had felt lured to check who was playing this beautiful tune. you slowly made your way down the stairs catching a glimpse of a silver haired man swaying to the tempo of his playing, dancing around the car, enthralling you, he had looked like an angel. You could feel your cheeks begin to burn, while you watched this man so deep in his performance. You had never really thought about Sunday in a romantic way. But for some reason watching the display in front of you made you feel something. If this were a movie the audience would think he was a charmer and you were the snake following his lead. You feel as if you have been shot with cupids arrow, even drank a love potion… Seeing this man and watching him produce this beautiful song, made you fall in love, you know deep down this feeling didn’t just come from no where he is a very kind man, generous and willing to change for the better, it was inevitable not to fall in love. You had just never seen him in this light. As you are now frozen still sitting on the stairs, which must have happened a while ago, your face so hot that it might leave burns. Sunday finished up his song slowing the melody to a soft humming, he on the other hand felt relaxed. He had cooled down, almost putting himself to sleep with his lullaby. He sluggishly walked back over to the wall to put the instrument away. *Clank* His head snapped over to where he thought the noise came from. The stairs.

He Scoured the stairs faintly lit by the bar lights, only to see nothing. It must have been his imagination. Soon after he was snuggled into the couch, nodding off into a deep slumber.

You in the other hand… Are definitely not sleeping tonight.

almost-blondee

[whatapunk]

Look we can talk all day about why the Rebels episode “The Honorable Ones” is amazing but honestly my absolute favorite moment of all of it is when Zeb is going to go pick up the glowing rock and Kallus sounds like a terrified child asking him where he’s going and the voice acting in that moment is award-level brilliant and it’s the most real that man has ever been or sounded up to that point and it just completely does things to me idk

[luxgalador]

But they were, all of them, deceived, for a Younger Sheldon was made.