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@maddieschai
going back to videogames you played a ton as a kid is so funny cause your entire memory of it is of spending days and days on the first level of a game that turns out to be in total 5 hours long
“I love you. If you get yourself killed I will never forgive you.” forever in the top 5 romantic things to say to your lover before battle
I am, like, a long running proponent of the "eat something and you'll feel better" crowd and am often one of the first people to suggest "maybe it's time for a snack before I get whipped into a frenzy" but I really do resent how instantaneous it is. like it'll feel like I'm having my worst day in months and then I'll start eating and literally before I even finish I'm like oh yeah the world is beautiful
No for real. Doesn't need to be huge; you'd be surprised how much half a dozen crackers or a handful of almonds improves one's disposition and outlook on life.
does anybody wanna frolic with me. does anyone wanna fucking dilly dally with me
it’s always “want to fuck?” and never “i’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to”
my love language is a violent immortal with no soul falling so in love with me that he completely changes himself for the better and worships the ground i walk on
babe i really can't talk right now i'm in the middle of pacing around the house while listening to music
"I felt like I was spamming you so I stopped" girl if I could download every thought you've ever had as a PDF I'd read that shit start to finish. Spam me more. I want to hear what you have to say.
Music was better when ugly people were allowed to make it
video killed the radio star
before spotify wrapped comes out i have to establish that i am not mentally well and cannot be held responsible for my listening habits
marielesterbaker
thank you for the last three years.
I ship this ship because:
I have eyes
I can see
I am the smartest person in the room
I receive divine revelations about them in the dead of night, alone in my chambers
You brush a strand of soft white hair back from satoru's face.
There's the ghost of a smile on his lips, pretty and subtle, as he rests with his head in your lap. His eyes are closed, his blindfold tucked away in his pocket, and his wispy lashes flutter ever so slightly in a way that tells you he's conscious and cognizant of your attention.
"I know you're awake," you say to him gently.
He hums faintly, and his little smile grows, lifting up even higher at the corners of his unfairly appealing mouth as he fails to subdue it.
"Your students will be back soon," you speak to him again, running the tips of your fingers across the high point of his soft cheek, then up against his temple. When he still refuses to open his eyes, your intrepid touch trails next down the delicate bridge of his nose, hesitating at the tip before skipping down to press against his cupid's bow. He's grinning now, unreservedly, and he purses his lips to press a kiss against your fingers.
His eyes finally open.
"You feeling me up in my sleep again?" he teases you, but your fingers are still against his mouth, so you feel the way his lips give shape to each word.
"You were awake," you parry back, narrowing your eyes though there's no real irritation behind the look. Satoru laughs at your defense, reaching up to cup his hand over your own. He keeps your hand against his mouth, lifting it slightly so he can press a kiss to your palm, then down against your wrist where your pulse is thrumming underneath your skin.
He turns his head in your lap to better peer up at you, and guides your hand up to his cheek so he can nestle into the cradle of your touch. You watch him watch you for a moment. It's quiet as you revel in the feeling of touching and being touched by him.
"Yeah," he agrees to your accusation after a moment of comfortable silence. His eyes flutter shut again. His smile doesn't waver. "I was."