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Alright. We’re settling this discourse once and for all.
In the tags, tell me your opinion on:
Mayonnaise
Frozen Yogurt
Salt and Vinegar Chips
Sweet Potatoes
Kiwi
Ginger Ale
Microwave Ramen
BOY WHY ARE YOU SO GIRL!!!!!
this show is insane!!! How can anyone look at beast wars Megatron and not think that shes a woman? Look at her goofy ass judge wig!!!! WHY IS SHE FLAUNTING IT SO????
This is your sign to watch beast wars for the silliness of it all
why are there no feral readers in fanfiction that's at a good amount. Like sometimes it's just dragged on but non are just a perfect amount of feral
I want the reader to say the most random shit in serious situations and just be like "Sorry" but the random shit wasn't something violent but just "gay penguins are really cute" or something like that but I can't get it?? I feel robbed of ADHD reader who actually matches my vibe
audio on
edit: for anyone wondering what the music is, go to YouTube and search "dead by daylight demogorgon chase music"
this video makes me sob every time i watch it. not even a shred of irony
When I have the time I have to make a crossover drawing..
I have no clue what I’m doing I’m making this up as I go along why the hell do I keep acting on 6am thoughts
The two moods of working in a buffet restaurant. "God, there's nothing to do" and "I dont know what hole all these people came from but can they please go back".
Random Emotional Things the Haikyuu Boys Have Said
+ genre. sfw
+ warnings. none
“I can’t wait to marry you.”
You weren’t even doing anything remotely special when Kuroo said this to you, catching you by surprise and nearly making you fall of of your chair. Even with you messy hair and pajama pants on, Kuroo couldn’t help but think, ‘Yep, that’s going to be all mine one day.’
“You’d look so pretty carrying our baby.”
You and Bokuto were out sundress shopping of all things whenever he dropped this on you, a small smile on his face. You had just come out of the dressing room to show him your pick and a pregnant woman had just so happened to walk by, prompting your boyfriend to say this in the softest tone you’d ever heard him speak.
“Please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I could ever handle losing you.”
It was after a game. MSBY had won, but for some reason Atsumu had rushed to you, tears in his eyes and hugged you tighter than he ever had before. It took you off gaurd because usually your boyfriend was so happy and hyped after winning. But that day, he spent minutes sobbing into your shoulder, even while fans and teammates surrounded him with congratulations.
“You don’t know just how deep my love runs for you. I would fucking do anything for you.”
He thought you were asleep. You knew that, because that’s the only way Suna would ever express something so deep and so personal towards you. He was stroking your back, quiet sniffles leaving him as he kissed your hair. And that night, he held you tighter than he ever had before and it took everything in you not to burst out crying as he nuzzled into your shoulder.
Years of being confident in my identity and then some mangaka decided to slap a pair of boobies on a traumatised and tattooed doctor "for plot reasons" and suddenly I don't know who I am anymore
In the new harry potter reboot they're thinking abt making Snape black
I don't wanna sound racist but.. Snape... black?? 😭😭
So I'm lowkey tweaking.
Now, as a preface, I love Aizawa. That man is foine.
So anyways, I'm clearing out some old pics from my phone because I haven't done this in far too long and I find some old pics........of my ex.
(When I say old pics, I mean that shit. We broke up in like, 2019. I still see him occasionally, whenever I go to our local anime convention but yeah. We'll come back to this one in a bit.)
ANYWAYS
I've always known he's hot, and I've always known that Aizawa is hot bUT I DID NOT PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER OF WHY I WAS IMMEDIATELY ATTRACTED TO AIZAWA
WHY DO THEY LOOK SM ALIKE I'M GENUINELY DEVASTATED
The long, dark wavy hair, stubble in the same places, dark, sleepy eyes, eyebags, not seeming muscular under his baggy clothes, but is actually pretty defined........even their personalities and slightly sadistic tendencies.......I'm Going To Scream.
And my immediate thought was, wow, oh fuck, I really fumbled an irl Aizawa lookalike huh, but then my brain caught up like. Bitch?? He's an asshole who cheated on you??? Get a grip???? And I calmed down but still.
THE WASTE.
To realize that they look and act so much alike is DEVASTATING ‼
Now, onto The Worst Part. Remember when I said I still see him occasionally at the anime convention??
HE CUT HIS HAIR.
HE LOOKS LIKE TIME SKIP AIZAWA NOW TOO.
I CANNOT ESCAPE, SOMEONE PLEASE FREE ME FROM THIS TORMENT.
My only solace is that they don't sound alike. 😃
Like yeah, his voice was pretty deep but not Aizawa deep.
So yeah, I needed to rant. 🙂
just heard someone say "revision is just doubting you knowledge" and i cant stop thinking abt it
Instincts.
Together :]
A pattern I've noticed in some anime where the male lead is soft and kind;
I mean -- LITERALLY
why
the horror of being the protagonist
Me, shivering and shaking bc I cannot regulate my own body temp: maybe I’ll turn down the fan just a tiny bit
My child, the moment my hand touches the control: combusts into fucking flames
Gojo Satoru doesn't cry. Crying is for human beings. Gojo Satoru cuts himself open and lets his guts writhe in the dirt, then stuffs them back in and apologizes that anyone saw.
Aged stone, quiet groves.
Search History Verse, future fic, 830 words, Charles POV.
Charles rolls the bottle between his palms, watching the slosh of the deep red in the glass. The car is parked, but he rests his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, eyes squeezed shut. He'll need to visit the Foundation while he's here, check in on operations and upkeep, make the rounds with the kids-
But this comes first.
He swallows, steeling himself as he steps out of the car, neck of the wine bottle grasped between his fingers.
People had offered to come with him- they always do, lately. Pierre, Daniel, Mick, the boys, Gianpiero, Lorenzo and Victoria...
Maybe one day Charles will take them up on their offers.
That day isn't today.
The grove is private, tucked away and secluded. It had become one of Max's favorite spots after he'd started spending more time in the Netherlands again, and Charles has had countless lunches with Max between the trees here.
Now he walks alone down the path, winding further into trees on a trail he knows by heart.
The first time Max had shown him- he'd been giggling, fingers laced with Charles', pulling him through the trees while Charles panicked about dirt on his white sneakers.
"It is of course just dirt, Charlie, it will wipe off."
"These are designer, Max- how did you even find this place, how far back are we going?"
"I had to chase one of the dogs back here a few weeks ago. You'll love it, I promise."
It had felt like they were teenagers again, sneaking away somewhere they shouldn't have, tripping over their feet.
Charles is wearing that same pair of sneakers now. They're beyond saving, not that he's ever tried. The dirt is important to him now- he'd dirty every pair of shoes he owns if it meant getting to hear Max laugh at him again.
The path ends here. It's a circular gap in the trees, a large smooth rock that's perfect for sitting, or using as a table. There's a memorial stone in the middle- it's surrounded by small trinkets and mementos, left behind by the various children of the Foundation who come through here.
Charles digs into his own pocket, pulls out a small cat charm. It's silver, and it had randomly caught his eye a few weeks ago when he was out shopping with Arthur.
He'd known immediately where it needed to go.
It settles nicely between the other gifts, resting against the memorial stone.
"It is from a local vendor, in Italy. I thought you would like it- I was out with Arthur."
Charles settles down onto the dirt next to the stone, back resting against the large rock behind him as his legs stretch out in front of him.
His joints are aching, and they'll be screaming at him whenever he tries to get up, but.
It's part of growing old.
"They are starting a clothing brand, I think. I told them not to make it ugly, but I have to be honest Max, I think I'm starting to lose touch with the trends."
He laughs softly, staring at the wine bottle between his hands.
"Ah, I am getting old. I got lunch with Gianpiero the other day, he is thinking of moving to Switzerland. He and Alice would like to be closer to their grandkids."
Charles worries about them both, living alone back in Bedford, so he'd been supportive of the idea.
"And I am visiting the Foundation tomorrow. Checking in on your kids, just like I said I would. One of your first ones is back, by the way. He is a lawyer, Max. He came back to work for the Foundation after it saved him, and I think-"
Charles cuts himself off, chest tight.
"I think you would have liked that, chéri. I told him that you would've been proud. I know you are."
He reaches out his fingers, brushing against the stone lightly. It's well maintained, by visiting family and friends, Foundation kids and workers alike.
He carefully sets the wine bottle down at the edge of the pile. It's fair game- someone else visiting can take it if they'd like. It's less of an offering or memento, and more of a personal need for Charles.
It's not about the wine, it's about bringing it.
"I don't drink anymore. The last time I saw someone with a gin and tonic at a party I had to leave."
It hadn't been Mason's fault. He couldn't have known, hadn't been thinking about it.
It had still made Charles feel like he was being stabbed in the heart anyways- taken the air out of his lungs, the grief slamming into him like an inescapable tidal wave.
It's starting to get dark, the sun dipping below the horizon, and Charles leans down, presses his lips over Max's name.
He used to stay out even when he could see the stars, but he's getting too old for that now, and it makes the boys worry. He'd promised Arthur he'd call when he got back to the flat.
"I miss you, Max."
There's no response. There hasn't been one for years.
"I love you."
a mess of an anemo archon