The Speed That Jonathan Just Accepts Count Dracula Can Climb Walls Is So Funny To Me.

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The Summer Satoru Died

most important thing to remember about being a woman is if youre married you have to go under the covers with your husband and laugh cutely and play wrestle so when you die to progress the narrative he can remember it in slow motion montages

When you’re in a Taisho era themed fashion contest and your opponent is Sabaku no Gaara (you’re cooked)

I LOVE THIS MAN. He would either dress up in a grunge, alt, sometimes hoodie style, OR straight up like a grandpa (these are all outfits seen in official art)

holding a lightning rod while raving in a typhoon and swinging a harpoon burning with otherwordly fire at his crew: Just Little Ahab Things

— I wanna be with you, even if you're not Hikaru.

Zines: A Creative Outlet for Everyone

Have you ever felt that itch to create something that’s entirely your own, something that captures your thoughts, passions, and creativity? If so, you’re going to love the world of zines. These little self-published gems are the perfect way to express yourself without any of the usual constraints.  So, what exactly are zines? Well, the name is short for magazines or fanzines, but they’re a whole…

Imagine an AU where everyone saw in black & white until they met their soulmate, then they saw colors for the first time.

Cue Dazai being kicked into a wall & upon opening his eyes the first colors he sees are within flaming red hair & piercing bright blue eyes. A green jacket hugging the kids figure as his foot remains planted on Dazai’s chest.

Chuuya sees stark white bandages across one eye and beneath an ill fitting white dress shirt. Dark chocolate colored locks. One honey brown iris with flecks of maroon shining in the sunlight. A black coat lying beneath him.

They both freeze for a moment, staring intently at each other, eyes blowing wide at colors they've never seen before.

Then they make eye contact, holding it for one beat, then two.

Then slowly it dawns on them what this means and, of course, their expressions move from awe to irritation. They bicker immediately, neither of them willing to give into fate.

Chuuya scoffs. "Oh fuck no, no way my *soulmate* is some shitty kid from the fucking mafia."

"How eloquent. As if such a tiny, brutish *slug* could ever be *my* soulmate." Dazai mocks in return.

Bonus points if the colors fade when they’re not together, until they accept they’re soulmates that is.