#yagaymi

[anaphoraholic]

when i say i love light yagami i mean i want to crush his skull with a metal bat does this make sense

[radiocoll]

runs at you like hey fuckers /lh

—🌲

runs back at you at 80mph

hows it going oh best tree of mine

[victor-aguilar]

this is my last url change i super duper duper promise

[oppositeslut]

hii andrewww (or do you prefer birdy?) how are yooouuu its been so longgg

wahhh sorry I saw this and meant to respond and I totally forgot 😓��

I prefer Birdy and I am doing wellll

it's been a pretty good day today except for a little incident with my bitch ass bus driver but other than that I'm doing goood

how about you my darling how have you been

[wife-of-the-crane]

The creatures spinning in my microwave 💚

juno 🌟- @madwickedawesome

bella 🎢 - @luckynature

sophie 💖- @larsgoingtomars

penny 🧸 - @dimesheep

ghost 👻- @ghastlyfl0wer

monika ⭐️- @r1cky-p0tts

anja 🌹- @manuscripts-don-t-burn

connor 🦋- @regularbadthing

jess 👑- @cowboyrickypotts

hearty 🐈- @hearty-an0n

goober 🪼- @gooberdude101

evelyn🪽- @whenjasfallsinlove

ash🗡️ - @brovrizzski

ali 🍀- @light-yagaymi

[dggrys]

@yagaymi liked for a starter.

❛  i suppose you won’t be leaving britain anytime soon.  ❜ he thinks she should leave. hell , he thinks they should all leave , but what he thinks and how he feels are entirely different things. more certainly , his options are far more limited. the bottom line is he can’t leave. if they run , who else is left ? everyone is looking to harry , and cedric can’t imagine the amount of pressure that entails —which is saying something , considering who he is father is—and so defecting is not an option. ❛  and i guess you won’t reconsider it either.  ❜

[empathos]

@yagaymi​ asked: ‘ breast is not a dirty word. ’ spencer & aria i’m too lazy to find the meme

          “ i know that ! but we’re at a coffee shop. ” brows narrow at her friend. while she was confident enough to talk about any topic, the sudden conversation switch surprised her. & admittedly she found it hard to be under judgmental gazes. so yeah, she might have reacted a little strongly. “ you’re right. so fine. go ahead. just don’t blame me when some dude from school walks by & decides to chime in with his own opinion on the word. ”

[vivaciousdoe]

@yagaymi​ gets a group verse starter

lily  felt  something  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach,  almost  like  fear,  whenever  she  saw  jennifer.  it  wasn’t that  she  was  scared  of  the  girl  herself,  but  more  that  she  radiated  something  that  seemed  like  she  should  be  feared.  she  seemed  like  the  sort  of  girl  who  could  easily  destroy  lily’s  whole  world  if  she  wished,  and  there  was  something  incredibly . . .  powerful  about  her  in  that  sense.

“ . . . so  what  drew  you  to  the  miragerie?  i  mean,  look  at  you,  it’s  not like  you  need  to  use  glamours  to  improve  your  appearance.  so  there’s  gotta  be  another  reason...  what  sorts  of  charms  and  enchantments  do  you  specialize  in? ”

[foxten]

“     you have problems.   ”     hill house    /    accepting    /    @yagaymi​  ( kevin )

“    nice observation.    ”    neil muttered,  his voice muffled by his palms from the way he was holding his face in his hands.  he was trying to count to keep himself calm,  as high as he could in every language he knew but it wasn’t working.  kevin definitely wasn’t helping. all the foxes had problems,  it was what made them foxes but kevin had the most accurate idea of just how many problems neil had and what he was risking every day he stayed at palmetto.  still.  neil didn’t need the reminder.    “    i need a cigarette.    ”    he muttered,  giving up on counting. 

[sungdreams]

        ❛  mama  doesn’t  like  to  talk  about  you.  ❜   she’s  in  her  best  sunday  dress  on  a  wednesday  afternoon,  peach  in  its  entirety  with  flowers  scattered  all  over  the  fabric.   amma  can’t  tell  if  camille  was  used  to  seeing  her  shift  so  easily  from  high  cut  shorts  to  dresses  that  reached  her  knees  yet,  but  that  was  the  least  of  her  worries.   ❛  but  i  know  why.   mama  says  she  doesn’t  like  things  she  can’t  figure  out.  ❜

@yagaymi​ - for  camille  preaker  from  a.  crellin !     starter  call.

[anaphoraholic]

if i was ryuk i would've had soo much more fun with it.. i would've pantsed light in public. i would've drawn on his face while he was sleeping. i would've kancho'd him in the middle of class. like cmonnn ur just gonna follow him around... do something funny NOW!!!

[radiocoll]

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#a priest's confessional: asks

| just our askbox. if you want a specific tag just ask for one, it'll probably be personalized.

1. #bishops: anonymous

| anonymous askers

a. #the acolyte among us: neighnon

| the bitchass anon that is a horse, apparently? /amused || > sal's enemy

b. #make like a fish: pissbowl anon

| the dude that? likes piss? what the fuck, man.

c. #arbiter's arboretum: pine anon

| hi, pine. i love you, pine. /p, familial || the best ever

2. #twinsies in makeup and murder: beyond birthday

| my good pal || > babydoll's pal

3. #penpals through tumblr askboxes: mod star

| hi, star. the creator of cryptid anon shenanigans.

#kit's kitastrophes

| anything that isn't a reblog or repost; something that includes us speaking about something or other.

#touch that dial: lil sans chronicles

| lil sans's adventures. he is the age of a small child now.

#baby's first job: goodwill chronicles

| interesting things that happen at our midwestern goodwill.

#technicolor carousel: kit's images

| images we take, normally of us.

#collection of caricatures: collective junk

| stuff not settled down to a single person. ie: collective junk.

#kit's kittens: poetry & rambles

| our poetry and/or rambles.

1. #the earth sings: the holy trinity

| referring to our work-in-progress screenplay/stageplay, the holy trinity. send ask for more details.

2. #well-fed and loved beyond words: sunnesturn mention

| referring to our magnum opus, sunnesturn. send ask for more details.

#connor's syncopation: weird guy chronicles

| connor has this weird secret admirer that writes him letters. he shares them mostly to file them back and archive them.

#vienna (in memoriam): the yagaymis

| light & sayu wax poetic about their little family. it's sickening and heartfelt. (this is the only time light is allowed to be anything other than mean, stoic, or plain vitriolic.)

#bad opinion zone: kit goes bonkers

| cryptid anonymous adventures

#yearnmaxxing: kit is hopeless again

| kit kuebiko radiocoll is, once again, fucking hopeless when it comes to romance. lord save us all.

#a journey in el-lip-ses: anon's chapstick catalogue

| an anon's quest to find the best tasting chapstick....

#the art that surrounds us: art maxxing

| for art reblogs

[victor-aguilar]

i forgot the ali buttons...

lmk which one in comments or rbs...

pt 1

[racointeurarchive]

        “     anna    ,    what’re   you   doin’    here   ?    “    you    ask    despite    having   the   gut    feeling    that   you    know    the    answer    .     angels    don’t    just    escape    heaven    .      cas    had    told    you    as    much    .    it    doesn’t    sit    right    with    you    ----     especially    after    everything    .    you    thought    there    was    somethin’    between    you    .    first   girl    you’d    opened    up    to    in    forever    wants    to    murder    your    brother    .     go    friggin’    figure    .     “    tell    me    cas    was   lyin’    .    “    you    hate    the    way    the    words    roll    off    of    your    tongue    like   a    plea    .   “    tell   me    you’re   not    really    thinkin’    about    takin’    out    sam    .    .    .   ‘cause    y’know    i   can’t    let   you   do   that   .    “     /    @yagaymi

[terrifyingstories1]

@yagaymi​​ sent: please don’t do this.

he’s always hated watching blair cry, ever since they were kids. 

it’s always caused a tightness to form in his chest, the kind that makes it just a little hard to breathe – and that’s sort of the worst part, really. that it’s just a little hard to breathe. not impossible, not even painfully difficult. it would almost be better if he couldn’t catch his breath – if the panic of not being able to find air caused him to hyperventilate, gasp for oxygen as the frame around him grew tighter and tighter until his fright was all that’s left in the shot, but instead it’s just enough to make him want to readjust his collar, massage his lungs like they’re something chilled that he can warm back up again. 

it’s the kind of luke-warm empathy that almost kind of scares him, though he couldn’t explain why. he tries to interact with it, to feel his heart hurt for her the way it must for a lifetime of knowing and loving her even if it wasn’t in the way he was supposed to, but mostly he thinks of his mother crying, and that eliciting nearly the same feeling. that same friction in the muscles meant to swell and detract to grant him oxygen. where he should feel tenderness he feels tension, hardness building in his jaw that isn’t anger or apathy but confusion and remorse because he’s never wanted to hurt her and he thinks it should hurt him more than it does to know that’s exactly what he’s done. 

blair’s been enough of a constant to him to justify grief – sharp splitting pain up his side and a world stripped of color, but he mostly just aches a little, and it’s the dull kind.  

“ i’m sorry, blair, ” he has the good sense to say and just enough feeling in his arms to know it’s necessary, but that’s just about all. 

[storiesmade]

@yagaymi​ asked :  “you didn’t have to go that far!”

       losing a sister  was harder than anything she ever had to do. for some, it would’ve been experimenting on little creatures, hearing their groans as you perfected the cruciatus curse. or the first killing — the first human soul to be taken by your hands. for bellatrix, however, none of that ever hurt. the real pain came from the inside, from her own blood.

       as children, andromeda and bellatrix were inseparable. they never saw eye to eye but they were sisters. they fought all the time, their fiery personalities would clash a lot but they worked it out because they were sisters. family was always a big factor in bellatrix’s driven personality and decisions. so when andromeda decided to abandon them, to betray them — she took a piece of bella’s soul with her, the only one left.

        “ i didn’t go far enough. “   staring at her former sister, now a stranger, the oldest black is cold and calm. it’s been years since the mere sound of her name would provoke a storm, make her lose control. now, she is no one.   “ i should have broken you and your mudblood when i had the chance. “   she has thought about it, a lot. all the spells, the torture that she should have put them through. death was not enough punishment for her betrayal.   “ but perhaps i will still have the satisfaction of hearing you regret what you have done to us. “