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All the ways Kyuma's pp has been censored by other characters
arisu being gaslit gatekept girlbossed while literally everybody he knows is bleeding out on the floor for half a day
still not over how everyone was dying while arisu was busy vigorously spraying deodorants in a store 😭😭😭
arisu and kyuma essentially going through a whole ass dramatic romance arc in the space of two hours
while chishiya gets stuck in jail for upwards of nine hours mostly just snacking
s2 is wild
Chishiya after his one partner in a trust game dies, leaving him essentially lost with no prospects of winning: "aw shucks"
ALICE IN BORDERLAND 今際の国のアリス 2020 - 2022, dr. shinsuke sato.
All of it. I won’t have any problem. You sure? None. Arisu will help. Come on, seriously?
ALICE IN BORDERLAND 今際の国のアリス 2020 - 2022, dr. shinsuke sato.
Wednesday: Kill yourself
Tyler: Call me crazy, Wednesday, but you keep giving me these signals
heard porn bots might be following you guys again. sorry about that. but in some good news i have been gaining many new followers who are real stunningly beautiful women. welcome ladies :)
Enola: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Y/n?
Y/n: … No.
Tewkesbury: I do!
Enola: I know, Tewkesbury.
Tewkesbury: I’m sad!
Enola: I know, Tewkesbury.
thank you enola holmes 2 fan service. lord tewksbury got me giggling and kicking my feet up everytime he came on scene omg
“i thought we liked each other you kept giving me these signals”
the signals in question:
#the original wednesday addams dance move The Addams Family (1964 - 1966) Wednesday (2022- )
LADY LESSO IN THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL (2022)
Sofia Wylie as Agatha THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL (2022) dir. Paul Feig
Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up 8. Akaashi Keiji
was thinking this is a fantasy au but it didn't disappoint at all
Dreams
The sound of lights turning on in the midst of the darkness made you close your eyes at the sudden brightness, knees digging through the carpeted floor with a foreign set of hands on your shoulders—to prevent you from escaping—and your hands uncomfortably tied behind on your back. You can’t see it but you can tell that whoever is in charge of restraining you, must hate your whole existence. If that’s not the case then how can someone else explain the tightened rope as if it wants to leave bruises on your wrists?
An arrogant ‘hmph’ catches your attention. Finally, something familiar.
You sighed in relief and upon raising your head, you were met with menacing blue eyes looking down at you. A fist supporting the owner’s chin, leg crossed, red coat draped down in his broad shoulders, and oh boy, what a blinding golden crown sitting on top of his head matched with a throne and a cocky grin on his annoyingly pretty face.
"Kaiser, what the fuck.”
Loud gasps were heard coming from who knows where. You can’t be bothered by the audience but the fact is where are you? And why’s Kaiser is in-character of his stupid superiority complex? With you still swearing if this is one of his theatrics again and thinking how to get back at him, you didn’t recognize him standing up and his shoes hitting the carpet and-
“Ah.” Your chin is harshly grabbed, tilting it forward that you feel Kaiser’s nose bumping into yours as you glared at him. His face still has that plastered conceit that you see every day. The one that what he will do next means that it’s for his own pleasure. “Eyes on me, wicked witch.”
Huh, a witch? Typical of him. Treating everyone like some kind of character in a play made to serve under him.
Somewhere, in reality, you’re grumbling incoherent words in your sleep. Hair’s a mess as you toss the blanket off of you as you turn on your back and sleep again without a care. A hand took the discarded blanket and covered you as Kaiser had a teasing smirk on his face, poking your cheek as you slapped it away from you—your eyebrows furrowed and Kaiser had to stop himself from laughing out loud when you’re adorably fast asleep. “Damn….you..Kaiser…..”
He stifled a chuckle as you utter his name as he leaned in to plant a lingering kiss on your forehead. “Dream lots about me, ‘kay?”
If only he knew.
