Dear Eru Please Take My Devices Away

my favorite thing about elves vs hobbits is their names. elves will be named things like “maiden with the moonlight woven in her hair” and then hobbits are straight up like oh yeah my names domble bingus rumbubo

honestly steve harrington's character growth from homophobic prom king who's friends are complete assholes and only really cares about himself with a crush on the most perfect girl at school to bisexual single mother of six who's best friend is a lesbian and crush is the metalhead d&d-obsessed school freak who's gotten held back twice and been accused of murder once is not just one of the greatest things to ever come from tv, it is also one of the most absolutely hilarious.

unpopular opinion: especially in this fandom, we all need to remember to draw a line between liking an actor/actress as a fan and delving into their personal lives, especially romantically. regardless of celebrity status, everyone deserves privacy and we need to show respect towards their dating lives in addition to those they may choose to date. it is also important that we don’t ship real people with other real people because they are not characters to be toyed with, they are real people who deserve to be treated as such. at the end of the day, who celebrities choose to date or not date should not play a role in our lives, and we should instead choose to focus on appreciating their work and liking them as a person - from a safe, respectful distance. 

watched lotr for first time :)

he’s baby. ☁️✨🦋

Machine Gun Kelly, Cara Delevingne and Travis Barker during a protest in Los Angeles. 2 June, 2020.

Illumi will forbid their meeting. I mean his s/o and hisoka 😂 that clown will use them as a weak point somehow or a way to "dare" to threaten illumi as he did with killua in Aluka's arc 🤣. If you dont mind I encourage you to write what you think about their meeting but I wont push it as a request.

Right. This is. Ah. Silly maybe? Honeymoon with Illumi… imagine

Sometimes, when reminded of how much of a primadonna your newly minted husband could be, it was hard to believe he was also a seasoned assassin and murderer.

Apparently, Illumi was too good for fried foods. You didn’t doubt when you brought doughnuts back he’d steal one, he was just bitter that you insisted on what you wanted rather than letting him have his way. It was his own fault for assuming you’d be fine with spending your honeymoon eating the terrible things he liked.

You’d rather go out alone, anyway. Illumi had a way of drawing attention, and that was the last thing you wanted while looking like, well, like a woman after the first night of being married.

It was a weekday, meaning that the mid-morning crowd wasn’t too overwhelming as you walked down the sidewalk. The area, much like the hotel itself, was classy, but not flashy or especially exciting. A destination honeymoon had never been of interest to you, not when jobs took you all over the world. No, all you’d wanted was to be alone with Illumi, just for a little while.

The unfortunate life of an assassin was spending most of your time away and apart from those you cared about. That thought made you sigh and hurry faster, not wanting to be gone for too long.

The bakery’s sign, an overhanging board with fancy script and a picture of doughnut, was within sight when you felt it. Or, more accurately, them.

It was somebody with distinctly powerful Aura, one that held the type of dangerous intent generally boasted only by killers.

It made you tense up, but you did your best to relax, to keep moving with your head down. Even though there wasn’t a huge crowd, you were good enough at blending in to know that as long as you didn’t behave suspiciously, it would be fine. As badly as you wanted doughnuts, you turned around and began heading back to the hotel. To Illumi.

Until you were stopped.

First thought? ‘Why is that man dressed like a circus performer at ten in the morning in a place like this?’ Second thought? ‘Fuck.’

The not-so-mysterious Nen user was leaning against the wall, leg bent and braced as if displaying the high heels he was wearing. He was waving with an oddly coquettish gesture that in no way matched the slimy smile on his painted face. That wasn’t even to mention his odd attire or his vividly magenta hair. While you’d never met the man, of course you knew who it was.

Hisoka Morow was pretty recognizable, although descriptions in no way compared to the reality.

“Why are you here?” you asked, eyes already narrowed in suspicion.

“I take it Illumi has mentioned me? I hope he hasn’t said anything too slanderous, I’d hate for you to have the wrong impression,” Hisoka kicked off from the wall to approach you, his heels clicking on the sidewalk.

He was drawing all sorts of nervous side glances from the people on the street, you felt your skin prickle from the eyes. With a frustrated huff, you crossed your arms. This was the last thing you wanted.

“Why are you here, Hisoka?” you asked, voice hardened. He looked pleased by your dismissive behavior, an unnerving expression. As much as you despised the thought for its weakness, you wished Illumi would have come with you, after all.

“It seems like you’re in a bad mood. Is Illumi taking care of you properly? Should he and I have the talk?” he asked, his voice dropping suggestively, “He can be so stiff…”

You raised an eyebrow, wondering if you should be surprised, grossed out, or scared. 

“Is that a fact?” you asked, keeping your voice cold.

“Mmm,” Hisoka responded, his eyebrows raising to match the deepening of his smile, “Illumi and I made our own vows long before he met you. I know him very well.”

You were glad to be saved from having to respond, not that you’d know how to, by a familiar presense. Hisoka felt him too, freeing you of his gaze.

“Hey,” Illumi didn’t sound even slightly inconvenienced, adding to the scene that was already drawing far too many eyes. As unaffected as he seemed, you didn’t miss the protective stance he took in front of you.

“I was just talking about how hurt I was to hear you got married without inviting me. Isn’t it the custom for the groom’s closest friend to be the best man?” Hisoka asked.

“Yes,” Illumi replied evenly.

Hisoka’s smile flattened.

“Is that all?” there was something hard in Illumi’s tone, frightening. Hisoka heard it too, although it seemed to cheer him up.

“Illumi-” 

“If you approach my wife again, I’ll kill you.”

Dazai: Good morning, cruel world.

Kunikida: Isn't it 'goodbye'?

Dazai: The world may be cruel but unfortunately, I'm still kicking.