#it's fate.

[sf-libet]

love referring to sneezes like an object that can be collected.

like "oh, come on, let them out, i know you have so many sneezes in your nose, honey..."

"here, cmon, let's get all those sneezes out of your nose and into this tissue."

"ohh-hhaAH-! that's t-hiH-ckling my nose sso much... I've got...hhH-! soo many sn-hh-eezes in my n-nose right now..."

like the idea of it as a physical, tangible thing that's gotta come out eventually. when something tickles your nose it creates a certain number of sneezes that have to be released.

a pile of tissues around a person, each with a certain number of sneezes caught in them.

[why-i]

i love and hate how reading lotm is like watching a miriad of seemingly unrelated threads gradually intersect to weave a thick blood-covered rope tying everything together

[applejongho]

no way instagram just gave me a pattern for a crocheted bear hat that is literally the exact hat that jongho wore yesterday. well.

[azmenka]

is it coincidence that the band that dominates my Maron playlist has covered my most favorite "Maron is totally normal about Loras Tyrell" song? I think not.

[dollpink]

@croftborn, lara croft. ❛  i'm only doing this because you asked me to.  ❜ ﹙ᵍʳᵘᵐᵖʸ ˣ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳˢ.﹚

                        ❝ i'll pay you back for this, i promise! you ever need a favor? i'm your girl! ❞ she's beaming, a smile brighter than the sun. and in the beat of a second, she's grasped with both hands around one of lara's and pulls her forward with unfathomed strength. ❝ all you need to do is stand — without twitching a muscle. it'll be super easy. ❞

inside one of the smaller studios of millicent's, barbie draws away her hands to gesture towards the outfit she practically had to beg lara to put on. last minute adjustments, no one else but her favorite archaeologist around? she just had to ask! ❝ it'll only take me five — six minutes tops! you're a lifesaver, lara. ❞

[helsaiwa]

* @renerai​ said :  "sho-sho ! got a question for ya, " arms wrap around his neck from behind, leaning forward enough to plop his chin on his shoulder. "when you die, do you think your whole body will go into rigger at the same speed ? or, will your cold side get all stiff before the other ? "

           OUT    OF    ALL    THE    THINGS    TO    COME    OUT    OF    KAMINARI’S    MOUTH   ,   THAT   WAS   THE   thing he expected least of all. his gaze cast to the side, he deadpanned, expression swollen with silent judgment. hyper - awareness made itself a home in him ----- denki’s nearness / his breathe against his cheek / the low hum of his skin. whole body chill echoed in the halls of his spine, and he repressed a shudder ------- the ghosts of denki’s whispers still cradled his the cusp of his ear. his heart fluttered like a hummingbird, desperate to land.     ❛   I ---- never really thought about it. I don’t make a habit of thinking about my death all that often.  ❜  one hand reached up, fingers curled around denki’s wrist to PRY, tear him away --- shouto’s body twisted so that he faced the other male. he still did not let go of denki’s wrist, allowing the chill of his mother’s quirk to BLEED into his fingers, tease denki’s skin with it’s bitter touch. it wasn’t enough to leave any sort of pattern, but enough for denki to feel its graze.   ❛   question for you ------- do you think before you speak, or do you just say whatever comes to your mind?  ❜    not said unkindly, there was a hint of danger to his tone / drenched in teasing antics. his left hand came over to etch paths of HEAT where he had chilled denki’s skin, brows slanted in questioning, and then he turned to walk away, not giving denki the satisfaction of an ANSWER.

[whatshappeningcowboy]

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