#yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[monards]

this is the most important part of the quest to me. btw

[dirt-str1der]

I really love yakuzas ability to randomly blindside me with a gay character

[juuuuunaaaaaooooo]

JT IS INVOLVE <33333333333333333333

[aroace-poly-show]

so proud of all of wxs for coming out!!!!

[johnpork1]

trick finds their master

[noelledeltarune]

I thought you'd love this absolutely miniscule Mario I saw at target today

With my thumb for scale

HOLY SHIT. YOU WERE SO RIGHT TO THINK THAT. I DO LOVE THAT MINISCULE MARIO YOU SAW AT TARGET TODAY. he is 2 thumbnails tall and he is the man that women prefer

[miraiq]

me: thinks about my TB fanfic headcannon that i have yet to write

me: thinks about tingyun

me: ........... thinks about tingyun

me: oh no

me: opening google docs

me: oh no

me: scrolls down to muse list

me: nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[gaiaxyswitch]

IS ME!!!!!

can you draw a homosexual (girl)

the girl reading this 💞

[o-01-04]

LETS FUCKING GOOOO AO3 IS BACK FELLAS

[baxieblur-turnip]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS I GOT A SPORTS BRA THIS FEELS LIKE A BOOTLEG BINDER THE EUPHORIA IS IMMENSE I AM SO HAPPY FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[octoboltflash]

A soft tilt of her head enables her to shift that much closer, a thoughtful expression flashing across the features of her face. The hand at her collar leaves unfamiliar warmth in its wake, and she chooses to bask in the sensation she can never recall feeling-- her eyes slide closed, a low hum rumbling in her chest as Acheron makes a valiant effort to burn this moment into a part of her memory that will never fade. Some things are hard to remember. Others are hard to forget. The Self-Annihilator sincerely hopes that this dance will become the latter. "I'm glad I can indulge you," She speaks as she leans in slightly, her breath brushing hot against the shell of Elysia's ear. "Tell me, then-- what have you learned about me from that alone?" Her comment is originally intended to be a tease, but the subdued tone of her voice nearly makes it sound like something else altogether. Elysia's question does catch her a bit off-guard, however, and a brief moment of silence stretches on in its aftermath. Truly, it's something she would love to answer for the sake of refamiliarizing herself with the other woman, but... Acheron fears that she may not be able to provide the answer that she's looking for. As a result, her hand presses more insistently against Elysia's hip, slowly moving to rest against the small of her back. Almost as if she were afraid that her inability to answer may scare her away. "I'm afraid I can't give you as much as you'd like," Her hushed tone barely audible above the slow transition of melody into another song. "My memories are... not what they once were. There's many things I cannot recall, and many things that are simply too blurry for me to discern." "I simply spend my time traveling, I suppose. In search of who I once was, an attempt to mend my fractured mind. Despite that..."

Close enough for a deep inhale to fill her nose with the other's familiar scent, Acheron is less focused on the dance as a whole than she is with Elysia's company. "Your presence does remind me of what I remember 'home' to be like."

@aevitium

A pleased hum. That name-- her name-- is so foreign in the other's voice. The Mei she knew was always so proper, timid in such personal matters to balance her steady confidence in others. It does not sound the same as it might dripping like liqour from the lips of her dearest Eden, like prayer from Aponia. In hers it takes the shape of something different, something entirely its own.

"Perhaps not," she sings, the hand unoccupied by another brushing feather-light along the broad curve of Mei's collar. No, of course she isn't. Elysia could never complain about being on the arm of a beautiful woman, let alone that of one she is so curious to know, that her very being seems to know already.

"It has been a long time since I danced like this." The other is unchallenged in her lead, Elysia moving easily along in the time that is set for her. She used to love things like these-- parties, extravagant dresses, the chance to forget the world around you for something so simple as sensation-- they are among the most human she has ever felt. She still does, but that love has been buried in daydreams for so long that it is as though she is learning what it feels like for the first time all over again.

"Being so close to another like this, it's a wonderful way to get to know a person. You notice things-- the way they breathe, the rhythm of their heart, the colors in their iris..." she trails off, gazing up towards the other through her lashes. "You are familiar to me, and yet everything about you is different."

But origin knows origin, no matter how fractured or distant. It is the same as knowing oneself.

"Tell me about yourself, won't you?"

[fearofgodandtolkien]

*watching lotr*

me: where is it where is it where is it where is it where is it where is it where is it where is it where is it come on I know it's in here where is it where is it where is it

score: dah dah DAH dah dah Dah Da Da Daaaa

me: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[toskarintetris]

Tetris blocks are real ?

yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[i3utterflyeffect]

i'm insane about video game loops that aren't actually loops and slowly degrades until no one can put up a front that everything's the same anymore help

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CLAPPING MY HANDS.

[mist-and-rain]

IM GLAD YOU ASKED

^^^^^^ THIS RIGHT HERE IS A FOCUS COVER SONG FOR ONE OF MY PROJECT SEKAI OCS AND IT FITS HOW I IMAGINED THEIR SINGING PERFECTLY

RAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[wemzissue]

calamity ost be like...... DINGG....... DONG........DING....... DONG..... *fast bass and drums hook* bawawa BADADA da DADADAD da ADADADADAADADADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sick electric guitar solo* BAWAWAWAWA ZZZZZZWAAAAAA PAW PAW PAW............. DING....... DONG.......!!!!!!!!! *quiet part layered over paino* buildup woohh yeah its happening BABY YEAHHH FUCK YESSSS DADA BADADA PAWWAA DADADA DADADA!!!!!! *lyricism you can barely hear over the sounds of suffering and bullet hell* DING............. DAWAAAA..... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!