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i hate kohikiis
stupid fish.
WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD 😭
the way people online talk about art they like is utterly intoxicating
I love the idea that they went spelunking for their first date so much y’all don’t understand 😭😭😭
Here's some Xavier x Simon headcanons!
@simonssweater this is specially for you!
Dog person x cat person vibes of course!
Some of these are just so perfect! I can't help but laugh at one in the morning!
Simon love hates Xavier's feralness...
Part two soon! I have a couple more!
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
[text ID: We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.]
“Do you think god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he's created?” but it’s Hephaestus hiding from his kids in his forges because he’s scared of awkward small talk
um- WOW?!?! i love this fic so much? really had me feelin some type of way 😼
in all seriousness i adore kita & commonly forget he’s one of my fav’s somehow, but this was a great reminder
Summary: For your first ever frat party, you score quite the catch. Cast: Kita, f!Reader Word Count: 7k Warnings: 18+, minors dni, loss of virginity, corruption kink, mentions of alcohol A/N: part of @saintobio’s frat au collab! thank you @kiyownme for beta-reading, that was very sexc of you to do <3
Everyone seems to be giving the guy leaning against the counter in the kitchen a wide berth, both members and guests staggering drunkenly into the kitchen only to clear their throats at the sight of him and quickly shuffle past.
He’s not tall—not compared to the twins standing next to him—but there’s a different sort of aura surrounding him. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and tight jeans, he still stands out, observing the party’s attendees with a surveying gaze. He’s composed, much less chaotic than the quarreling bunch around him, with his back ramrod straight, arms folded. He’s handsome too, all serious brown eyes, dark eyebrows, and gray hair tipped with black.
The loud, bickering twins soon exit the doorway to rejoin everyone in the next room, shoving each other as they leave. He doesn’t follow.
No one seems to be making any effort to engage with him and you wonder why. He looks decent enough, not like the typical fuckboy at these things, though perhaps that’s the problem. Something twinges in your chest sympathetically.
It’s not fun being an outsider.
It’s not fun being alone at parties.
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