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ninawolv3rina · 1 year
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it's so incredibly funny to me how himmel indirectly ushered in a new era of mages being terribly unprepared for dungeon raiding. he was so fond of 100% clearing dungeons across the continent that future mages simply had no dungeons in which to use those techniques on and just didn't learn them.
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best-teen-polycule · 5 months
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love how when we learned hermie was the son of jodie and scam dndads fanartists collectively decided to make him look half non-euclidean trickster god but did nothing to make him look anything like jodie.
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Kind of chaotic of Simon to roll out of Wille’s bed and immediately - I mean, immediately - go break up with Marcus. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was the right thing to do, but I keep thinking about the timing, like, my boy probably smells of Wille’s cologne and did he even wash the hand he reaches out to touch Marcus with because we been knew where that hand has just been. He has been rolling on sheets with Wille, being devoured, and he manages to keep a straight face when asked if he cheated? Minutes after the fact? Lol, couldn’t be me.
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monstersandbrothers · 14 days
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listen in my heart of hearts I am a Dean girl and no I will not be taking questions. i genuinely think jackles has one of the most fascinating faces to watch and he has his micro expressions down to a science and he’s fantastic etc etc. But the one thing he utterly sucks at is sympathy face. I mean. Jared/sam will be putting his entire chest into his sympathy face like 😔😟😣🥺😢😥 and it’s one of the most devastating things to watch like that boy has so much empathy he doesn’t even know what to do with it. and then u have Dean over there on the couch hands folded listening to a victim sob while sharing their story like 😐😐😐😐😶😶😶😶😦😦🫥🫥🫥. standing there while his best friend tells him he changed him and he loves him like 😐😐😐😐😐😐. it just confounds the mind
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just-some-user-hunny · 5 months
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I love playing videogames with my sibling because he says the most out of pocket things.
For example, I was trying to decide on P's outfit, but then he interjected and just said
'no no no, keep him in the white shirt that goes tight and see-through in the rain 😈'
Bro-
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atxxzist · 8 months
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broken | c.s (11)
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pairing: choi san x reader
word count: 5.5k
warning: u alr know
a/n: went off the radar 4 a while only to pull 5k out of my ass. pls give me all the constructive criticisms <3
you were glad to have lost him in the crowd, hiding behind the shoulders of people until your ride showed up and took you back to the dorm--though that was probably a mistake on your part.
because when there's a knock at the door, you know it's him.
you also know you shouldn't open it; shouldn't allow him back in because there's no reason to hear him out.
but a part of you, so hurt by what he did--the scene still playing in your head and the image of it just as painful as the first time, it feels like there's a brick sitting on your chest whilst trying to catch your breath--that you just need some kind of consolation, even if it comes in the form of predictable lies and a bigger inevitable heartbreak.
want him to tell you that it was a mistake, that she was the one who threw herself onto him; that he never meant to hurt you... even if it wasn't a mistake and though he didn't mean to hurt you, he wasn't thinking of you.
"what?" you try to sound angry, maybe even a little bored to hide the fact you cried the entire ride here.
he stands tall outside your room but look the smallest you've ever seen him, dark hair falling over his eyes and speaking in a shameful voice, "can i talk to you?"
you sulk at that, a click of your tongue and turning around to go sit at the edge of your bed with arms crossed, as if there could an explanation for why he was all over someone else when you weren't there.
his hands gripping her hips and face in her neck the way only he's allowed to do to you.
"i promise that her and me are just friends," he says, shutting the door behind him and settling down beside you, but you're so upset and hurt, his leg just slightly brushing yours sparking a reaction like never before, you have to scoot over and put on some kind of distance.
“we’re…” he drags his words before finishing it off, “friends.” a smile settling on him after that makes you feel so sick–whether it’s from how attractive he still looks or how the answer brings out so many other questions.
“friends?” you reiterate like you’re in denial.
“yeah, friends.”
“do friends sleep with each other?” kiss each other, visit one another and spew such sweet, blush-inducing words that conjures up butterflies?
“some friends do.”
when you finally spare him a glance, you have to keep from giving in just at the guilt all over his face and that he actually came after you. but you're fast to renounce immediately when you see that dark, stained mark on his neck again staring back like someone hitting the replay button on your misery once more.
then all that comes out are just cold and bitter words said in the most unamused tone, san even thinks you sound sarcastic.
"she's a friend, i'm a friend, what's the difference?"
the harshness stuns him, though, what else did he expect? because even someone sweet and forgiving like you has a breaking point when pushed too far.
"you're not just a friend, y/n. you're--"
"i'm what?"
you await his answer, possibly a lie that will make you feel better and more special compared to every other girls he messes with. but the disappointment when he remains silence is strong, it consumes you completely.
"well, i'm sorry i ruined the night for you. i finished most of my assignments and just thought maybe we could hang out, but looks like you already got company. so truly, i'm sorry."
"don't say that."
"why not? it's true though. you were occupied when i got there."
"stop staying that!"
the volume picks you up from the seat, his delivery could've fooled anyone that it was just a blind accusation. but you realize; take in, that san doesn't like his own fuck-ups being thrown in his face. no one really does.
"look, i'm sorry. really sorry," he tries again, voice softer, attempting to calm you; calm himself.
but after everything, after building up your trust and filling your fragile heart with so much hope, all he can offer is a sorry. no lies or consolations because none of it was a mistake.
you suddenly feel like it's getting much harder to breathe, the brick on your chest multiplying by a million and cutting the airway.
"y/n?" san calls, his once shameful face turning concerned. "are you okay?"
but you certainly don't feel okay, and you honestly haven't for a long time. if ever. and every episode in the same fashion is a reminder of that.
"it's fine," you manage to let out, a bittersweet smile on and a response that san can't read into. "you didn't do anything wrong."
this isn't a relationship--a proper one at least, and he isn't your boyfriend. the hardest pill to swallow is he didn't have to come after you, didn't have to apologize... because a truth even harder to digest, is that he doesn't owe you anything.
but you can still hurt from it; allow the pain to settle in as if everything he's done with you is only exclusive to you and him. only you can kiss him, mark him, and his hands should only be on your hips. not anyone else.
and you do. you hurt from it so much, tears streaming down your cheeks so quietly but the sight such a sore to watch, san's not sure what to say to make it better.
can he even make it better?
there's nothing to clarify and nothing to add. you very clearly saw everything for what it was: he replaced you, just like that. and the sickest thing is that he did it so mindlessly like it's a habit. because that's what he does.
he didn't think you'd take it this hard, or maybe he was just hoping he wouldn't get caught because breaking you is easy... he's done it before, but he's afraid this is the worst, yet.
"y-you should go," you say suddenly, picking your head up to san's wide eyes staring back at your puffy red ones before you swipe your runny nose.
"i..." he fidgets, "i can't go right now. not with you like this."
he can almost laugh at the absurdity, the irony of it all when he's the reason you're in this state right now. he understands the absolute ridiculousness but he really can't go; leave you like this.
a shake of your head is what you give, along with a tight-lipped smile although the tears are starting to sting and it's still not any easier to breathe.
"go. i'll be fine."
"no."
you wish for once to understand san, what goes on inside his head and how he makes his choices, because no matter how much you find out about him, it seems you never really truly know who he is.
he will say one thing and then does another; do this then tell you that. hurt you then feel bad about it, like he never really means anything.
san confuses you.
and you also wish you're not so weak-hearted to let him stay by your side once more as if he's not capable of hurting you again.
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the week has been tense, something unpleasant always in attendance when you're with san, even if he's trying his best to brush it off; ignore it, put a smile on his face and act as if it doesn't bother him, too.
as if the week before, he didn't nearly send you into a panic attack and the sight continuously ingrained in his head, it might've scarred him just a bit.
but you're honestly still not used to it--san actually staying around and constantly checking up on you to make sure everything's okay after what happened.
it's odd he actually gives a shit, but even odder you're starting to recognize the pattern of lovebombing every time he fucks up and you can't even find the willpower to be genuinely upset. maybe just a little tired at this point, but still going along to see where it will take you, a gut feeling that the end is near.
"what are you working on?" san's voice makes you jump, turning the laptop the other way immediately in a panic. moments ago, he was still occupied in his own world, you were so sure he wouldn't be interested in your exciting school works.
"just fixing up my draft for a class," you tell him, having to move the laptop even further when he tries stealing a glimpse again, a loose giggle escaping from his lips at the expression on you.
"what's wrong? don't want me to see it?" he raises a brow teasingly.
"it's just a silly little story," you dismiss, "full of mistakes and a lot of corrections that needs to be made."
"i'm sure it's not that bad. but anything from you, i'll read."
a charming smile rests on him and with words like a spell, you have to keep it together; remind yourself that this is the man who had hurt you and no matter how sweet or convincing he is, there's a chance he's gonna do it again, every seconds spent with him constantly in alert ever since, that if you can hardly say no, you can at least keep from showing any amount of joy or satisfaction around him.
"maybe next time."
he just nods lightly and backs up.
"whenever you're confident enough."
it's all so eerie, you might as well preferred when he treated you like shit instead. it's just unlike san to be so lenient, the offer to hang out having came from him when you had made clear he didn't have to because you would be leaving for work soon anyways.
but he was eager about staying regardless of how short the visit would be, it's hard to be touched when you're not at all convinced it's out of sincerity.
"i have to get ready for work." you close the laptop and search the room for materials you have prepared.
san twitches in his seat and swallows down before speaking.
"i'll come pick you up?"
freezing in your spot at that, you turn to him and shake your head.
"no, it's fine. i'll take a cab home like i always do."
the jab is subtle but san doesn't miss it, a look of shame and guilt on him, but he's fooled you one too many times, you can hardly believe anything anymore.
"please, y/n," he pleads, desperation overriding his features as he stands up and hovers over you, "i don't mind. as long as you let me."
as long as you let me. as if all this time, you weren't waiting for him to do his part; the only thing finally pushing him to act upon it now is when he has to.
"if you want," you give in, and he can tell it's only because you're in a hurry, the cold shoulder unlike anything he's ever experienced before. he can't say he doesn't deserve it, but it's definitely out of place coming from you.
it's also out of place he's even trying to make up; console you, everything of which he usually doesn't do, but he feels he owes you that at the very least... or maybe he's just not ready to let it go, yet.
the comfort, your presence, and the things you do for him. he don't want to let go of how easy everything is with you, he wish for it to last just a little longer despite knowing how it will end, but he is so, so selfish.
"i'll be there."
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"wooyoung's party is tonight," you initiate during the third time he's picked you up after a work shift.
"so?" he shrugs.
"you're not going?"
"no."
"oh..." you sigh, slouching in the seat and looking out the window of his car. "if you want to, you can. you're not obligated to--"
"--can we please not talk about that?"
about the very thing that lead you two into the current predicament, no longer in each other arms and staring into the other's eyes lovingly, but with a gaze always so tense and uncomfortable that he's too responsible for.
"san, you don't have to do this. we're not even dating, and i... i don't really care about it anymore," your voice tapers out at the end, so utterly weak, you can't even carry a lie to the last breath because you definitely do still care, and it definitely still hurts like it's the first time.
but to be treated like a responsibility; an obligation he's bind to and have to act upon--it just doesn't sit right. you've already spent way too long being nothing but a burden.
"even if you don't care about it anymore, i feel bad, okay? that was awful of me to do, and i really want to make it up to you. i hurt you, i know i did."
it would be easy to go along with it, the fact he's even trying at all when the relationship is nameless; lacking of label--you should even be grateful to an extent. but the weight is harder to shake off, and every second with the conflict brewing makes you feel as if doom is coming and you're about to burst.
you don't say anything, only merely glancing out the window again to find some form of peace because even the subject is starting to wear you out at this point.
"i won't be attending any more of those parties," he speaks up after you're quiet for too long; the statement making your head snap to him.
"huh? you know you don't--"
"--i know i don't have to, but i wan't to, so please don't try to convince me otherwise."
and maybe the you before he went and fucked up the very last bit of faith you had left in him, would've been moved. but as of currently, you're all too aware of his intentions.
pushed to the edge and the trust in him nearly gone, he understands it will never be the same again. he just wishes even if for the last time, to be in your good grace, because though he doesn't want to let go yet, he don't know for how much longer he'll be able to stay.
the clock is ticking and the distance between you and him is growing more and more.
it would be a lot less painful if he stops everything here; save you the heartbreak and tears that are going to come, but again, he really is such an opportunist, always taking and never giving.
it's poor and tasteless to say that's just how he is, but it's the truth... so he throws himself down; stripped of dignity and pride, and all just for you... for the first and possibly, last time.
"goodnight," he whispers, voice soft and trying to light up the mood before the end of the night, because your eyes are nothing but dead.
"goodnight." it sounds almost like an inaudible and uninterested mumble, the life on you completely different from his.
the both of you just stare at each other, as if waiting for the other person to finally say the last call and end what would usually be a kiss and maybe bodies tangled together in a heated session, but now more like two acquaintances trying to make the best out of the situation.
"are you free tomorrow?" he asks, trying his very best.
and you suppose you've had far too many chances to make things right; lessen the pain and end what is already dead, but the undeniable truth is no matter how much you preach... you're also afraid to let go, if not, more than him.
"yeah."
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"is that another story you're working on?" his voice rings in your ear, making your nervous eyes twitch to him.
"san!" you nag, and he only giggles in return, backing away from the screen before you're able to push him yourself.
"what? i just want to see." he shrugs.
"well, keep your eyes away." you nearly roll your own, huffing before switching to another tab.
"is it that bad?" the teasing tone is evident, prompting another glare from you.
"it's not a story. just something for my class."
"hmm," san hums, nodding, "when you said you were free, i didn't expect to be sitting on the side while you finish up class assignments."
"well, when i said free, i meant i'm not going anywhere."
"right." he nods sarcastically, "we should do something."
"like?"
"like going out, or if not, we can watch a movie of your choice, if you want something explicit like last time, i'm fine with that too." he smirks, and you have to hold back from overreacting.
"whatever," you dismiss quietly, handing the laptop over to him.
"you pick. i don't really have anything in mind right now."
but it's a mistake, because instead, san clicks on the document you were working on; the surge of panic making you pry the device from him harshly but he's a fighter, tugging even harder.
"san, if you don--"
with another jerk, you're pressed up against his chest and staring into those coy eyes you're all too familiar with, conjuring up butterflies that's been so long, you almost forgot how he made you feel, with his handsomeness and smile that's too easy to fall into.
he smirks before stealing a kiss to your cheek, releasing the laptop as you fall back gently while the blush crawls out.
"sorry," he says cheekily, but you know he doesn't really mean it.
you attempt to fight the smile at the tip of your lips, biting down to conceal as much as possible, san thinks it's extremely endearing.
it's also been way too long since he's kissed you, and seeing the first genuine reaction in such a long while, nothing reminiscent of hatred or bitterness does make him feel a certain way.
~
it's only supposed to be dinner at san's place (at first). he invites you and says he wants to do something for the weekend, and it's not like you're going to decline when he's doing everything--as well as picking you up.
it's always casual at first; conversation, gestures, and everything.
you're starting to lose the edges a bit ever since that day, san witnessing more smiles than frowns and you don't look like you completely hate him, so he thinks, maybe things can be good again.
his apartment always feel homey, though you don't always feel welcomed every time... it is very nicely decorated.
roaming the interior and everywhere you guys have been before, you have to keep from really thinking too much; close out the thoughts of who else he brings here and where exactly he kissed them.
rather than forgiving san, you just kind of became... numb to it all.
the reminder isn't as frequent, but every time you do remember, the hit is still sharp and you'd have to catch your breath, but you've just gotten better at acting like it doesn't bother you anymore.
when the aroma from the kitchen finally settles in, it knocks any other thoughts out of your head and becomes the primary focus as you start sniffing the air.
"let me set everything up," san speaks from behind, walking past you to get to the kitchen.
and it starts like that. a nice dinner at his much smaller kitchen island filled with soft laughters and a genuine interest for each other, it's everything you envisioned if things were right.
when he offers some soju, you don't drink too much as the taste of alcohol in general still something you're not used to, but you drink enough to get tipsy.
enough to loosen up and not feel completely like yourself, but also not enough to still know that when san crashes his lips against yours, it's all kinds of wrong that only feels right in the moment.
the one that you will come to regret once you're sober enough and really think. but maybe your life is as messed up as it is because you never really do, always drawn to temptation over logic.
san is going to be your biggest downfall and he won't be the only one at fault.
you kiss him back and throw both arms around his neck, the slight flavor of the drink he had still lingering and you don't miss the scent that comes along with it as he manages to pick you up and throw down your body onto the couch.
you miss the way he feels on your skin, and he misses your skin on his lips, which is why the first kiss delivered to your neck is the only gentle one before he loses himself.
what comes after that is cliche and obvious.
it doesn't feel right but it does feel good. both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths as he snap his hips into yours and gets a curse out of you.
"oh fuck..." you bite down your lower lip and your nails only digs deeper into the skin of his back at the sensation.
so you sleep with him that night, the shame only hitting when the morning sun rises and you awake to his bare chest pressed against your back and his arm wrapped around your waist.
he's still sleeping and he's absolutely beautiful as always.
you wonder, aside from breaking a foolish girl's heart over and over again, what kind of things has san managed to get away with just because he's as mesmerizing as he is.
it would be easy for someone like him.
but shame can only do so much and last for so long before you submit to temptation again and sleeps with him a few more times after as well, just because he's good at pretending you mean something to him, and you're all too good at self destruction and fooling yourself that when he stayed all those nights with you until morning, it's because of something else and not what you already know.
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the park is quiet; empty, not a single soul in sight other than you and the boy who came along as the small talks take you both in under the moonlight.
"have you always liked writing?" he asks, and you can't help the scoff that leaves, because when did choi san become so invested in mindless hobbies and things you do to pass time. or in this case, something you still haven't quite grasped that still feels much like a chore because it is tied to a class in the first place.
"no." you shake your head, walking along the narrow path as the summer breeze rustles the branches of the trees.
"i only recall slightly that you like computers."
"kind of. yeah," you confirm short and simple, not about to have that conversation again about why it wasn't meant to be.
san is selfish, in the most vain and obvious fashion that doesn't take a genuis to figure out. you believe he knows so himself and holds very little shame from the fact.
eventually, his mask will unveil and it's not like he ever tried hard enough to hide it because you're also selfish in your own ways.
you may not be calculating like san is, but to have keep him around this long and to say it's not because of your own stupid desires and wants would be a lie.
that you also don't use him to fill the hurt and emptiness in your life, chasing after him so hard because he's the closest to the kind of love you've always wanted.
because if you weren't, you would've let him go.
someone like san won't ever be able to love you, and even if he did, how long would it be until he realizes the commitment to one person is all too much and gets bored?
even now, you wonder if he enjoys the time with you at all. because who would rather hang with you than be out at an obnoxious party? but he can still offer temporary relief, and that's awful of you to say, but he was the first to be selfish and will continue to be until the last breath of the 'relationship' so why can't you also?
time seems like it's closing out and you're not sure how much longer the two of you can play pretend before the inevitible shows itself.
"what about you?" you perk to him, blinking your lashes charmingly. "you talked of dancing and performing before, so how come i've only heard about it once?"
a half scoff half laugh escapes from him and turning his attention to the path instead like you just asked a ridiculous question.
"well, i kind of already told you why, but i just don't got much passion for it nowaday."
“i’m not sure,” is all he says, a small sigh of disappointment escaping from you that goes unheard. “i wanted to major in dance and performance, but…”
“but?”
“but i can’t make a living or lifestyle out of it. so i didn’t.”
"i remember. but if you considered it, the passion must had been there once upon a time."
"oh yeah, definitely."
you hesitate for a second, but there's not a lot to lose at this point.
"i'd love to know, if you don't mind telling me."
it takes another couple of steps, but he does answer with very little objection much to your surprise.
"wooyoung got me into it, believe it or not."
"wooyoung was in on it, too?"
"yeah." san laughs. "i was an even worse dancer before i met him. but yeah, was in some sort of club or group for it in high school and we performed at some school events, but that's pretty much it. nothing really worth calling back to."
"no, that's great. it takes a lot of courage to go up there, cause i wouldn't have had the guts. i think i would pass out."
"oh, i know," he teases, and you shoot an unserious glare his way.
"and what about wooyoung? did he go into performance?"
san shakes his head.
"nah. undecided also, but i don't think he's stressing out too much about it. from his parents alone, he would be able to land a sweet job even if he got kicked out."
you nod, a snarky smile on your lips.
"yeah, true."
rich kids and their privileges.
after a few more strolls in silence around the area, san suggests taking a break from walking, both of you plopping onto the bench with tired breath puffing into the air.
it's your first time at this park, but it's not too big and has a nice amount of benches, but more so, the location is convenient because it's a good distance from the dorm which means less chance of your friends finding out.
"dance for me," you demand out of thin air, san turning to meet your gaze a few seconds before a laugh tumbles out, thinking you're most likely joking.
"i'm serious." you sit up and adjust your shirt slightly.
"it's been almost an entire year since i last danced to anything, i'm rusty now."
"so? i want to see. come on," you continue to urge, scooting even closer because then, he might give in.
"this is ridiculous. you're going to make fun of me."
you shake your head, desperate to prove the sincerity.
"i won't. i know you'll do great."
he lets out a defeated sigh before getting up with a "fine" and sees the biggest smile of the night on you.
"but you owe me something in return, too." he points finger and you wave it off.
"sure..." pulling your phone out, you look up to ask, "so what song?"
"uh... exo... overdose?" it's been a while to be fair, and san usually isn't one to hold things in memories, no matter the importance. short term or long term.
the song starts and he nods to the music, a few movements here and there trying to recall but he's struggling a bit, you can tell, unable to help the giggle that comes out because the sight is endearing.
"skip to the chorus."
and you do, eyes trained on him without detracting and watching as the recollection seems to creep up, his execution still a little jumbled and he doesn't look like he's 100% confident, but you know you've never seen anyone moved like that in your lifetime.
not that you know anything about dancing or whatever, but you've definitely never met a dancer, so to see someone work their body and move it so effortlessly, you're impressed for sure.
san doesn't even realize the chorus's over until you start clapping, the muscle memory just naturally leading him to the next beat.
it's been a while since he's moved like that and the sense of comfort that comes from it is weird, but welcoming in a way. it was quite fun, he thinks.
you're still clapping when he sits down again, the thin smile on you eventually turning into something more.
"you said you're rusty but you did so good! you even remembered it!"
"bleh," he dismisses, detaching from your gaze to stare out at the emptiness in front, "just muscle memory."
your next set of compliments blurs into muffled voices for him at the same time conflicts run round in his head, snapped back when you bring up, "want to stay over? yuna said she won't be back until morning."
it's the longest he ever takes to say a short and breathless, "yeah..." walking back with you to the dorms but feeling like a completely different person, it's frightening the way he just flip flops emotions, it raises the hair at the back of your neck from what you thought was a harmless and even entertaining situation.
but san seems to have taken it otherwise because the silence is anything but comforting, you fear this is it.
you unlock the door and settle your things first, your shoulder just barely angled his way when san annouces he's going to take a shower.
when you imagined the end, you think of a screaming match; at each other's throats and just absolutely the ugliest way possible. but this just might be worse... it's always worse when it comes unexpected.
but unexpected is such a loose term at this rate, because between you and san, there is so much hurt and so many unspoken wounds beyond repair from all the chasing.
you're so broken and san is not good for you, but for your own selfish desire, you wish he would stay, even if for one more night.
when you're near asleep from all the waiting, your heavy eyes failing to keep focus on the wall, the sound of the door creaking followed by footsteps until his chest is against your back gives you the biggest sign of relief, it's quite pathetic.
that he's going to stay and whatever came over him was just momentarily and you're all too good at overthinking.
you let sleep take over, hopeful that when you wake up, he will still be next to you.
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san thinks that if you ever allowed yourself to think you're worse than him even once, you're absolutely out of your mind--which, you are, because he don't doubt you've thought of it.
you're quite skilled at leading the fault back to your own.
but if you're the one to pull the gun out, he would be the one to pull the trigger. and if you were to ever commit a crime, he would be the mastermind behind it.
if you're selfish, he will always be more selfish than you.
when he gets so much more than what he bargains for, coming to the realization over and over again that it's not good to recognize your touch and lose himself in your smile, he wants to run again. the way he always does.
it's how he handles unwanted emotions and practically anything not on his fucking list.
he will start something on impulse and trying to make up to you was definitely that, and it will end the same way.
he started this with you for all the wrong reasons and now, it's way past the due date.
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you wake to very little light in the room, tossing lightly to gain your conscious, but heart suddenly dropping when you can sense the cool air of nothingness gliding against your back.
back that you thought would've been protected by a certain boy. but when you finally turn around, the worst pain yet hits you right in the face.
the space next to you is empty, and all there's left of san is a note taped to the side of the nightstand that you can only faintly see, but know every letter to.
'i'm sorry'
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alluks-olee · 8 months
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My dude ain’t got an O-face, he’s got an ÖÖ-face
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kryzobi-wan · 7 months
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Imagine Ahsoka turns around in the World Between Worlds and instead of Anakin it's Dave Filoni wearing regular clothes and his hat and he just says "You can't die you're the coolest"
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mulderscully · 2 years
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i knew nandor loved guillermo when he thought guillermo was constipated (and eating his own dried poops) and told him he should drink more water i'm so serious
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Finally Harry has arrived. -Andrea 
I love Harry & Stephs friendship. It's hilarious. It's always been hilarious to me. Steph is just like look buddy this is what you're doing. And she just runs the show. It's great. -Jodie. 
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3416 · 2 months
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imagine thinking hockey players don't want to win games enough and that's why they don't, lol
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themajessticone · 3 months
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extremely funny to me when people make the argument that Utena can't be butch because she has long hair in the show because like...I literally had long ass hair in middle school, loved sports, hated wearing girlie clothes. and I'm a whole ass man now
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disastertwins9000 · 9 days
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Found this at Target...
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…i’d like to think he’s doing this best
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..poor guy
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queer-ffaerie · 1 year
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Sam Reid: 😊😀🙂☺️😁
Lestat: 😈😍👅🌈🔪🩸
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brella-boi · 2 years
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Lobby (Sub 7)
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