#just kill it

[chandri]

Literally WHAT evidence do you have that not being able to see a thing means you're not a danger to it??? What???? Why is that what you're focusing on right now?????

[theneonflower]

yknow what

Fgo dies challenge

[sogayfortolerance]

 WHY  DID NONE OF YOU ASSHOLES TELL ME POWERPUFF GIRLS IS GETTING A LIVE ACTION REBOOT!!!!!!

AND WILL APPARENTLY FEATURE THEM AS  “disillusioned 20-somethings who resent having lost their childhood to crime fighting. Will they agree to reunite now that the world needs them more than ever?” 

[paipayaseeds]

(🌺)

"I don't mind dealing with some bad luck.. as long as it doesn't hurt you, I'm okay with it."

Her legs swung lightly back and forth, enough to entertain herself but careful as to not kick him. Aimi wanted to make him feel safe, but she knew that was beyond her abilities. At least, it was something she couldn't do now. She hummed as she pondered over his question.

"It's.. pretty simple, I guess. I like what I do. People feel good when they feel pretty, and I love seeing them smile. Everyone has some kind of beauty, so I just show people how pretty they really are, and they show themselves a little more love. It's really nice."

She smiled, looking up at him.

"You know, "pretty" and "beautiful" are very different things. Anyone can be pretty, but I've only ever met one person I'd honestly call beautiful. They might be the only one in the whole world."

Aimi pushed her empty plate aside, resting her elbow on the table and her head on her hand. She looked at him with the most lovestruck expression, accompanied with a very small smile.

"They're also the most reluctant to see it. It's almost funny, being so ethereally beautiful and still denying it so adamantly. If I didn't know any better, I'd be insulted."

She sat there for a moment, just admiring her unfairly gorgeous and oh so stupid boyfriend before taking their empty plates away. Quickly washing the dishes and putting them aside, Aimi took him back to her bathroom, where she pulled out a small basket.

"I'm gonna shower in the morning, so you should take one now. You can take a bath if you want, there are some salts in the cabinet."

She smiled, placing the basket near the door. She made it sound like he had a choice, but really, he didn't. Aimi didn't want no shuicheese 2.0, and would not hesitate to clean him herself if he refused.

"Put your clothes in the basket and leave it outside, I'll wash them after I put away.. the leftovers."

She turned to leave, but spun around to face him again.

"Call me if you need anything - Ah! I can wash your hair for you if-" she pressed her knuckles against her lips, embarrassed thanks to her lack of working braincells. Aimi would love to wash his hair again, but maybe it wasn't such a great idea to do it when he'd be naked. She flushed, slowly stepping away.

"I'm just.. gonna leave you alone now."

So, very awkwardly, she left. He's going to take a shower, I shouldn't be anywhere near right now. Cause he's naked. In my bathroom. She was an absolute moron.

Aimi seriously considered shoving her head on the fridge to cool her face down. She took a few minutes to put the food away, both her fridge and freezer being completely full now. Walking back to her room to retrieve the basket, she stopped for a moment to look through her closet.

She hadn't worn white in a while, so it was burried deep within her never ending clothes. Digging through the colorful piles, she finally found the dress. A hug shoulder collar and 3/4 bishop sleeves, top fitting tight before fading into a flowy skirt. The thin, smooth fabric felt nice to the touch, and she hoped it was as comfortable as it seemed. Neatly folding the dress, Aimi found herself almost swinging the door open before snatching her hand away. She looked down at the dress, flushing bright again and deciding she should probably just leave it on the bed and wait outside of her room,

Nagito settled for a shower, feeling it was rude to lounge and relax in another person's lounge and relaxation area.

As he showered, he couldn't help but peek at all her bottled shower products, curious as to what an Ultimate Beautician would use; but also curious as to how she smells so damn good. Was it this? He questioned to himself as he picked up a random bottle.

After washing his hair thoroughly, as well as his skin, he found his mind drifting away from his current state on the earth, and into the last memory of Aimi talking about someone ethereal. Someone... beautiful?

...

Well it was expected, right? It was okay to find someone beautiful and not obtain any romantic feelings for them, but something troubled him. The way Aimi's face looked as she spoke, it wasn't an expression of one you used in regular conversations.

Maybe he was reading into it too much but...

He really couldn't help it; the green-eyed monster decided to make its first(?) debut in Nagito, and worse, in Aimi's own house.

With a troubled expression, Nagito wasted no time to quickly dry himself, slipping on the nice material as he made his way to Aimi's room, only one thought in mind as he approached her door.

Nagito suddenly slammed open her room door loudly and rudely, an expression of determination and slight jealousy on his face as he squalled. He wasn't really the jealous type, and to be honest, he had no idea what had gotten into him so suddenly. But could you blame him? Of course, he'd be insecure when there was a class full of other ultimate Aimi could go for. Even so, he found it sort of rude that she had mentioned that person right in front of him, her boyfriend. He was bitter.

He didn't mean to sound so loud, but it was just from the heat of the moment. "Who are they!? Is it- is it Fuyuhiko!?- Or, or is it," He said in all his flowy glory —

Maybe he would've been taken more seriously if it wasn't for the towel he had failed to wrap around his head, fell over to cover his reddish face.

It was as if the moment he unfolded the damp material off his face, his mood had completely changed; furrowed eyebrows now a sheepish smile. "Ah, I didn't want to get any of my disgusting hair water on your nice floors, so I settled for this..." His mood changed faster than the lightning and thunder that struck outside.

Damn, the worst timing too.

If that had just been a second earlier, it would've perfectly made him look like a ghost.

Oh well, it's just his luck, right?

[sbnkalny]

  bake at 350 degrees, uncovered, 20 minutes, or longer until hot and bubbly.  let set 20 minutes from a Few weeks to several months.

[nevergenders]

set it off’s cover of feeling this legitimately stresses me out

[caracalfeather]

Freind: you should make sander sides art

Me: idk. I don't really have insperation rn

Freind: *proceeds to ask nonstop*

Me: *annoyed* FINE GOD DAMIT *makes this*

Me: it's Remus. Now stop asking.

Bonus

My S.O.: it's Cthulhu cum.

This isn't even art.