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I check the #Edgar Allan Poe hashtag on occasion, and I'm always amused that it's at least 50% some anime that has Poe as a character.
Anyway good luck to the RanPoe shippers out there, I hope our boy Poe hooks up with Ran, whoever that is.
Y/n: I need someone to fuck me--
Asmodeus: *looks excited while quickly getting up from his seat to run to you*
Y/n: --up in this video game 1000 times so I can get the achievement for being killed over 1000 times.
Asmodeus: ...Uh...What?
Leviathan: *excitedly pushes Asmo out of the way*
Leviathan: I GOT YOU, Y/N! LET'S DO THIS!!
no bc me and Kenma are the same person
akaashi uses lotion on his hands often because he cannot stand the way his hands feel when they're dry vs kenma who refuses to use lotion because it feels disgusting. they're boyfriends.
i found a new picture of my girlfriend today,
shes so pretty <3
“wdym ‘she’s my favorite character’ shes a side character who never shows her face and doesn’t even have a name”
i dont care what anybody says, she is SO CUTE
𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋;
➵ kita shinsuke x f!reader ➵ contents: in which you start crushing on a stranger in a photo
it’s on a slow day when your curiosity finally gets the better of you. your cleaning had taken you close to the wall next to the cash register. it’s dotted with picture frames- celebrities, the boss’s brother, special occasions, the boss’s brother again. ever since you were hired not long ago, you’ve quickly learned to recognize who the regulars are. you’ve never seen anyone gulp down rice balls quite like miya atsumu does.
there’s one frame in particular that always catches your eye though, and you can’t count how many times your eyes have wandered to it. it’s not particularly eye-catching compared to the clientele that the wall boasts, but it’s unique in that it’s one of the few that wasn’t taken in the restaurant.
“what’re ya gapin’ at?”
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<3
— 1 missed call from [Name] —
Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t call you back. Ignore the missed call, head back to bed, and forgot you forever. Forget the romance you once shared and move on. Forgot all the words of love that ever left his lips. You are not his and he is not yours.
But he can’t. He can’t possibly ignore you when you’re calling him at 2AM, yearning for him in whatever way you do.
So he calls. Like the fool that he is, he calls his ex-girlfriend of one year back.
“Hello?”
“Tsukishima…” you trail, and your voice is distant. So far, so small, so fearful. He hears your hesitance from one word only.
He wishes you could call him your Kei again.
“Why did you call me?” Tsukishima responds with hostility, for that is all he knows. When he lost you, his ways changed and his heart turned to stone. It seems that anger is all he knows these days, a hard tongue made of venom and stone.
“I-I wanted to talk to you.”
You stutter. You stutter and Tsukishima knows that you’re drunk. You have a few habits whenever you’re intoxicated, and a stutter is always accompanied with the alcohol.
“You’re drunk,” is all he says.
“I know.”
“Talk to me when you’re sober,” he goes to cut the call, but a quick wait! is enough to halt his movements.
“God, I don’t even know why I even called you,” you whisper, as if speaking to yourself.
He sighs, “where are you?”
“Um, I’m not sure.”
“You went out not knowing where you’re going?” He asks, and it’s that condescending tone you hate. The one that pushed your relationship to its limit.
“It’s not like I wanted to be here,” you whisper yet again, a measly attempt at defending yourself.
Another sigh, another sign of disappointment, and Tsukishima finally speaks up.
“Go to the Maps app.” You mumble a small okay, and do as he tells you. “Now zoom in on your location and send it to me.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
You listen to him and soon after Tsukishima gets a notification. He doesn’t bid you goodbye, simply cuts the call and gets up from his bed. He heads for his closet, grabbing two jackets, and heads out the door.
He’ll see you for the first time in a year.
-
And see you he does.
You’re sat on the curb of the road, your knees pushed against your chest and your head resting on your knees. It seems as if you’re asleep, your eyes closed and body still.
He kneels beside you, whispering your name loud enough to wake you up.
“Huh?” You groan, turning your head to look at the man you can’t seem to let go. “Kei?”
There it is. It’s always sounded so sweet on your tongue, so sultry and intimate. It’s his given name, the one he grows to love each time you say it.
It’s bittersweet hearing it from you.
“Why are you just sleeping in the middle of the road? What if some pervert stopped by?”
“But nobody did,” you say, logic leaving you in your drunken state. You move closer to him, seeking his warmth.
You’ve always loved his touch. When you once called him yours, his body was always somehow attached to yours. Your skin on his, his heart in your palm.
He sighs, “get in the car, [Name].”
He pulls you up from your position, easily holding you as gently as he can.
“You never used to call me by my name,” you stop and lean into his shoulder. “I was always your baby.”
Tsukishima knows it’s the alcohol talking. That you’d never say this sober, and that there’s a possibility that you don’t mean any of those words. But his heart still hurts. It hurts so much that he feels as if he has lost himself. Lost all the progress he made to just get over you.
(But perhaps he never really stopped loving you, if he was so willing to pick up your call.)
He lays you on the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt for you. He drapes the extra jacket over your shoulders, and you remember it to be one of your favourites. You stare at him the whole time—eyes on his—but he refuses to look back. Not when he knows how easily his resolve could crumble with you around.
The car starts soon after, and you’re already asleep. Your head lays peacefully on the mirror, and Tsukishima wishes he could stay like this forever. In a world where he is yours and you are his.
-
There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets.
He prefers to live in the present and let the past be the past. What has happened is unchanging, so why worry? Why worry about what he should’ve done, when all he has is the now?
There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets. But he will always regret leaving you.
He knows that now, as he is in your bedroom, trying to find a way to change you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear.
You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, unmoving in the midst of all noise. That trait carries on to now, as he struggles to get your top off your body.
You squirm as he touches you. “Kei,” you whisper. “Why’d you pick me up?”
“You called me.”
“But you picked up,” you slur, “you could’ve ignored me. You were good at that when we were together.”
He winces. He knows you don’t mean it. You’ve always been far too kind to respond with such malice, especially towards him. Even when your relationship was walking on a tightrope, you never once yelled at him.
“Why were you so mean, Tsukishima?” It’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, but his heart burns the more you speak.
“I loved you so much, but you didn’t love me at all.”
“Don’t,” he immediately interrupts, “don’t say I never loved you.”
“You never showed me,” your voice is small, and he knows you’re about to cry. (Even after all these months, your habits remain in his mind.)
“I love you. So much more than you’ll ever understand,” he speaks with so much passion, that he forgets his confession.
He loves you. His heart will always belong to you.
“I love you too,” you cry, and a single teardrop grazes your cheek.
“You never deserved me.”
“I get to decide that,” you grab his delicate face with your rough hands. He always fit so perfectly in your palms. “I get to decide who is good for me.”
He pauses, resting in your hands and cherishing every moment he has with you. And it’s in your calloused palms where Tsukishima realises what he misses. He misses your presence, your love, you. Every habit that made him love you so deeply, he misses.
He will be yours again, he decides, as you hold him close. Somehow, someway, he will win you back.
im on my haiba lev appreciation arc (again)
okag but i made me so happy just thinking ab this
05.07 ❤️
and then suddenly, when you least expect it..
BAM
There he is! Hanzawa!
With Relationship Advice
I feel like Toritsuka from the disastrous life of saiki k kins tooru oikawa
he thinks its because he’s a ‘ladies man’
but in reality, its bc he has an inferiority/superiority complex.
i hc that bokuto watched the Care bears as a kid, and honestly still does (the older version not the new one) for at least reasons.
if he’s feeling nostalgic
and
its a comfort series to him; it makes him feel all fluffy
[image description: a ten page comic starring saiki kusuo from the disastrous life of saiki k and anya forger from spy x family.
1: a shot of the both of them walking. They are talking with telepathy.
2: anya, telepathically: do all telepaths have pink hair?
saiki, telepathically: no
anya: oh… are you a spy?! (Next to this thought is a drawing of loid forger)
saiki: no.
anya: an assassin?! (next to this thought is a drawing of yor forger)
saiki: hey, aren’t these your parents?
anya hesitates to answer.
3: saiki: I… am a normal high school student.
anya: what?! how?! You have telepathy! your life has to be exciting!
saiki: I prefer when it’s not. I don’t like telling people that I’m an esper.
4: anya think about this for a moment, before going wide eyed.
anya: does that mean you have to kill me?!
saiki: what? no?
5: saiki: why would I have to kill you.
anya: because i know about your telepathy?
saiki: watch other cartoons
anya, looking shocked: How- it’s not from a cartoon. (She is thinking of a cartoon, where someone says “you found out my secret! Die!”)
saiki: you’re replaying the episode in your head right now.
6: saiki: it seems like a better show than cyborg ciderman no. 2 at least.
anya: cyborg ciderman?
saiki: don’t watch that either.
anya: if you don’t like telling people about it (his telepathy)… do some people already know?
7: saiki thinks of his mom, aiura, toritsuka, and akechi.
saiki: a couple classmates, my family. some found out on their own.
Anya: how did it go?
8: saiki: maybe a little too well. they never stop bugging me now.
anya: really?
saiki: really.
anya looks shocked, then says: I haven’t told anyone.
saiki: you don’t have to
anya: i know, but…
9: a shot of both of them walking, this time in silence.
10: saiki: hey, if you haven’t told anyone, did you make your psychic limiters yourself?
anya: what are psychic limiters?
saiki: the cones one your head?
anya: heh. ive fooled you. These are just hair pins!
saiki: why do they look like that.
anya: I don’t know
End ID]
psiprise encounter
Father and son bonding time. They have the same type ;)
surely someone has made this joke before
NEW SK8 PV!
We finally have new art!! They've released a new trailer with glimpses of the OVA!
(https://x.com/sk8_project/status/1855037591726559327)
They also gave us some descriptions of the stories! Here are my translations of them!
Rain and Cats, convenience store ice cream, soda flavored
One Sunday, Reki, Langa, and Miya were at the skate park, as usual, when they are caught in a sudden downpour. They take shelter at Reki's house, and end up playing karuta with deck they find there--!?
Someday we'll be able to become serious
We go back in time to when Sakurayashiki and Nanjo were high school students living in obscurity. They're still competing with each other as usual, but after a series of competitions, the conclusion they arrive at is...
Morning Routine
This is a story that reveals just a tiny bit of the mysterious daily life of Ainosuke and Kikuchi-- They each have their secret routines, when there's a crossover between the two, and then a certain someone appears.
Do your best Hiromi-chan!
By night, he is an anti-hero, Shadow. By day, he works hard at a flower shop. These are three short stories that capture the daily life of the precious and kind Hiromi.
my only prediction for the finale is that the final nyan nyaight love segment is going to involve the teacher adopting jasmine so they can be with each other all the time (assuming she’s a cat), which will somehow connect to arajin asking matakara to move in with him and/or giving him a new stone as part of the resolution
WE'RE BACK WITH NEW FREAK(S)????!!!
[ So... I've been thinking (Wow!). If it happens that I decide to add a new Freak to the Ask Blog (Now that I'm basically resuming my work here[?), which one would you want to see here??]
[The Poll might say it'll last a Week, but if I see a bunch of votes in one, I'll just do my thing cuz I'm a impatient mf----(¿¿]
can we talk about how wilson’s office is right next to house’s?
isn’t he supposed to be the head of oncology? babygirl, why aren’t you, idk, stationed in the oncology department? why do you just happen to have an office adjoined to your boybestfriend’s? why do your two offices have a connected balcony? why are you the only people in the whole hospital with a setup like that?? who put you guys together? cuddy? that’s like a teacher sitting students with crushes on each other at the same table. why does she let you stay there when she’s seen the situations it produces? does she ship it too? we know she does enjoy the insanity, to an extent. does the entire hospital have a betting pool on when house and wilson will finally get their shit together? probably.
these two dumbasses are so the main characters, its blatantly obvious that the entire world is built around them. i love it.
Hey guys- so who was gonna tell me this is canon.
3/6 power my ass, he chooses to keep it that low
I'm sorry dudes, no art today. Spent the whole day outside so I'd like some feedback instead! Doesn't have to be something you like either, something I could improve on will also be much appreciated! Either via comment or inbox. This will help me improve and focus on areas y'all like
I finished it
am I right with assuming he'd have a crooked smile
Messy lesbian forced to kill monsters cause a hot girl shes into told her to
Decided to watch 911: Lone Star (bc the 911 brainrot is real) (I am currently on 1x07) and I have but one question:
why the FUCK is this show so grey?? Who the HELL is in charge of the filter and why the fuck does it look so GRAINY?
WHY DO YOU HATE COLOR? IT LOOKS LIKE A BADLY EDITED EDGY GIFSET NOT A PROFESSIONALLY MADE TV SHOW??? THIS HURTS TO WATCH???
in another universe, they grow up together
looks at the ethics board with my big wide autistic eyes and they say fineee you can do human experiments and i say YAYYY :3 !!!!!!!
did,,, I ever tell you,,, how much i love Sonia?
writing a super self indulgent fic rn and don't know if I started it too dark... like what's familial mental health issues doing in a fob marching band they're all friends au lol way to go jamie you're gonna make everyone so happy
riot fest lineup drops tomorrow... got a feeling they're gonna be on it!
COBRA STARSHIP NATION HOW WE FEELING xD