#also pls

[b-yyearns]

LET ME HAVE WHAT THEY HAVE

[loonbug]

me when I just did a dab

[sanktnikolais]

WARRIOR NUN IS FUCKING SAVED I AM: EMOTIONAL I CAN’T DO THIS TODAY THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST NEAR BDAY GIFT I COULD ASK FOR GOD FUCKING BLESS EVERYONE IN THE FANDOM 

[rollo-rolls]

Guys, I’m so excited! I have to share my joy on here :D 

There was that old cartoon - Lucky Luke, which I loved as a kid. The Luke himself had wonderful companions - horse Jolly Jumper and doggo Rantanplan. They both were awesome but the dog’s look always fascinated me, he was truly something else! Also, he was such a goofy. Two years ago I suddenly remembered that cartoon and felt the need to find Rantanplan’s plushie. Turns out toys from this cartoon are very hard to find, they’re rarity and very expensive. Buuuut this year I was lucky! Last month I found my Rantanplan on Ebay! The price was good and the seller was shipping to my country. I didn’t think twice, the purchase was done. Recently he was delivered ;-; My little baby. The toy is from 1995 (can you imagine?!), so he’s my age :D Just look at himmmmm:

My silly boy! And here’s the original:

So yeah, my (not so) little dream came true!

[shorkbrian]

GAWdf Illumi’s freaking hot 

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You could always tell the rich ones, even when they tried to dress down, blend in.

This one wasn’t even particularly hiding his fancy shoes, the nice watch that peeps out from under his sleeve.

Plus, anyone with hair that nice, that long and pretty and well-groomed? 

They gotta be rich.

You’ve been following him for about five minutes, a slender man in a long sleeve shirt and jeans - casual, simple.

He looks like a pretty rich boy, smooth skin, nice hands, manicured nails. Probably hasn’t ever had to lift a finger in his life, been able to pay his way.

You’re hoping he has cash on him, but if not, the watch will do. You’ve done this enough times, in enough cities, that you can estimate the price it’ll fetch pretty easily.

This should definitely be worth your time.

Slam him against a wall once you’re in a nice, secluded area, shake him down, hold your knife underneath his chin, press down juuuuust hard enough so that it bites, maybe cuts a little. Show him you’re serious and in-control. No funny business.

The man hasn’t even noticed you following him, which is good. But it also shows that he’s got too much confidence, feels protected by his money, never had to keep his head on a swivel, never had to watch out for any malicious individuals that might be roaming the streets.

He turns a corner, disappearing from view for a moment, and you quicken your steps. Rich boy’s heading into a generally deserted part of town, at least this time of night. You wonder for a second, just a second, what he’s doing out here. Looking for trouble? Meeting a friend?

It doesn’t really matter, not to you.

But as you peek around the corner, you expect to see the slim man, walking along without a care in the world, that pretty black hair swaying behind him, halfway down his back.

He’s nowhere in sight.

You step fully around the corner, look around, searching.

Where did the man go?

You walk quickly now, trying to keep your ears open for the sound of his near-silent footsteps ahead of you, eyes peeled for that shiny dark head of hair.  Maybe the man ducked down a side street?

You’re so focused on what you want to see, that you fail to see the danger until it has you pinned.

Literally.

Needles press against your shoulders, threatening - not yet breaking skin, but pressing close enough to keep you flush against the wall. If you tried to move, you’d be punctured.

The man had slipped into a dark alcove, one of those doorways that was shielded from view, meant to create safety from rain, or a romantic moment where one would steal a kiss after walking their lover home.

Eyes as black as night, large and round like an owl’s blinked at you, the man tilting his head. “Were you hoping to mug me?”

His voice is melodic, or well, it could be. The potential’s there, for it to be sweet, simpering, alluring. Right now it’s flat, bored, uninterested.

There’s a needle, long and thick, being held flat against your face, pointed upwards at your eye. You can’t breathe.

“If I were anyone else, you might’ve been successful. Interesting.”

Those owlish eyes slipped downwards, assessing your body and it’s dingy, worn clothing. You wished you could make yourself smaller, escape from that gaze. It felt so invasive, yet all he was doing was looking.

But you didn’t dare move a muscle.

“Should I kill you?” The needle on your face slid upwards, and your breathing quickened as it inched closer to your eye. Too close for comfort, too close, too close, too-

“You’re very quiet. I suppose you won’t be begging for your life then. That’s nice, usually there’s quite a bit of noise.” The man paused for a moment, thinking. “And tears too, I guess.”

A thumb brushed against your cheek as if he was checking for wetness, trying to discern whether you were crying. Finding none, there was a moment’s pause.

You still couldn’t breathe.

“Odd.”

Shutting your eyes, you awaited death. you had no doubt that this was going to hurt. The needles applying pressure to your shoulder would pin you in place, then the needle on your face would be driven through your eye.

Hopefully it’d be quick.

The man heaved a sigh, although it sounded as if he was merely acting put-upon, and not truly annoyed. “Fine then. Come with me, I’m in need of stimulation.”

Your jaw almost dropped, eyes snapping open and bulging in their sockets as the man tucked his needles away. His movements were efficient and effortless, and you finally register your mistake in targeting the man. He wasn’t some common pleb.

He was someone who killed.

Wait, what did he say about stimulation?

But now your wrist was held in a vice grip, the long-haired man easily dragging you out of the alcove and along behind him as he resumed walking. His hands were cold.

“It’s been a while, so the chances of me hurting you are... likely.” His legs were so long, you had to take three steps for his every one, trotting along behind him in order to avoid getting dragged.

“I could just ignore my body’s urges, but I’ve found that I’m more efficient when basic needs are met and adequately satisfied.”

“Basic needs-” You mumbled, eyes on the ground in front of you, the concrete sidewalk whirring by. Calling for help would be pointless - there was no one around.

The man stopped in his tracks, and you bumped into his back abruptly with a small “Ooph-” before you could stop yourself. He turned.

“Nutrition, hydration, shelter, and companionship. Basic needs.”

Your mind filtered through his words. Nutrition, hydration, shelter....

Sex.

The long haired man, clutched your wrist a bit tighter. It hurt. You had felt the solid muscle thrumming under his skin when you had bumped into his back. There would be no escaping from this man.

“My name’s Illumi. Yours isn’t necessary. You’ve been smart so far, I would suggest you keep that up. Let’s go now.”

There was no mincing of words. Illumi blinked once, as if affirming to himself that you weren’t going to be stupid by trying to run or scream, then turned and resumed walking.

You just hoped he wouldn’t kill you when he was done.

[ravenbrenna09]

just saw a post on twitter asking to replace kato with noor in the wtfock girl squad and the only thing i can think of is how someone stole my notebook with my ideas for a noor season 4

[moiofrp]

No thoughts, head empty. Akeno wasn’t even sure if he was really taking in the content in front of him. A recent blast and then he just scrolled through instagram. It was easy to tune his friends out when they were going in circles around the same person. 

He was tired of it. 

It was easy to ignore. He felt someone pat him on the shoulder in goodbye but he barely looked up, waving his hand in goodbye. He stopped at one photo, there was nothing too special about it. Just some nail art, not the fancy kind that he was used to seeing at fashion shows. There was nothing special about it and yet. “I wonder if I should try painting my nails...” He didn’t mean to say it out loud, Akeno wasn’t even worried until he looked up and realized he wasn’t alone. 

“Where did everybody go?” Deflect. 

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