#anyone:

[pendraigon-moved]

 if   i   don’t   constantly   talk   about   arthur’s   death   around   you,   are   we   even   friends?

[bubaluv]

Anyone else get real messed up over literal non actions

[bottom4lana]

straight friends:

my gay ass:

[pucciverse]

I have this headcanon that after the first yukako arc, she asks josuke to heal her hair. And that's where their friendship starts. They ask each other for hair advice (and dating advice) and start having sleepovers where they paint each other's nails and talk about their crushes.

Oh yeah Josuke and Yukako friendship RULES.

Gonna HEAVILY switch into headcanon territory but. I personally think Josuke and Yukako couldn’t fucking STAND each other for a while, it was sort of. Restrained hostility. They’re both very proud people and each got their pride hurt when they fought. They kind of held it together because they both hold a tremendous amount of respect for Koichi, and over time they got to know each other better and bonded over their similar interests.

I imagine Yukako is a really perceptive person, and caught on to some of Josuke’s concerns about himself and others around him. Josuke is a healer who can care for everyone but himself, and Yukako projects her self worth onto how others she respects view her. I can definitely see them becoming each other’s confidants, when they can’t go to their respective partners. Without them noticing, their friendship goes from tense and somewhat stilted conversation to actually enjoying spending time together.

@hydrangeapng has a really kick ass college au/headcanon that we’ve talked about some that includes Josuke helping Yukako maintain her hair until she decides to do something with it, and that’s also really influenced some new conceptions I have about her character :-)

[sanchos]

neymar retire................

[undones-a]

@wanlidas: ‘ take care of yourself. ’

it’s not exactly uncomfortable, but doesn’t quite feel the opposite - bellamy’s somewhere in-between, on unfamiliar ground, unsure of how to react, what to say - thankfully, his hands are preoccupied with the crudely-fashioned arrows, allowing a moment’s distraction as he processes the - request? 

is it that? or is it just one of those sayings - something muttered halfheartedly in parting, acknowledged only briefly by all involved? he’s unaccustomed to this, to anyone sparing even a second to speak to him beyond questioning their next meal - aside from clarke and wells, he’s rarely approached, left to his own company beneath the canopy of great, green leaves; left in silence, to his wonder, to smells and sounds he’s still found himself unable to process. but it’s a welcome unknown; one that, with every trip, becomes lesser of a mystery. 

but this - it puzzles in a way the lush purple flowers and the scent of wood doesn’t.

bellamy’s instinct is to brush it off; after all, who the fuck is this dude anyway? a criminal, that’s a guarantee, and a kid, too; scared, perhaps, like the rest of them, but he can’t gauge if he’s a threat -- graham’s goons have scattered throughout their clearing, restless, their strength dwindling as the hunger deepens.

he chooses to be callus, then, jerking his lip upward to reveal teeth -- he begins to gather his hand-made ammunition into his quiver, attempting a laugh but it’s dry, kindling crackling in a fire.

‘  i don’t need your advice.  ’

[deriision-archived]

Aero: *does anything*

Adara: I love my son so much, he is so good, oh my god.....!!