#kinda speechless

[scullee]

my art post??? got 2k notes??? in 15 hours? ??

[zumiiisumsum]

I don’t even know what the hell this is or what’s going on anymore but one thing’s for certain, I. AM. A FAN!!! Pr or not I’m loving it lmao idgaf

[dearcitrine]

omar rudberg.

[xamaxenta]

Yoooo… are we actually getting the finale of Ash and Pikachu????

What thw fuck what the fuck im not ready for this i mean we all are i guess but it feels very

Strange

[reskam]

I didn't expect that to happen at all, so I'll give them that? at least now Isi will definitely be angry at Consti and Sascha will be angry at Isi, so both of them can start thinking about the consequences of their actions and what it means to be a good friend

[duskypinkbow]

damn jeff looks so buff😍

SO FUCKING BUFF

[revuestars]

( inbox ) @tenkoseiensei : crimsons sear through her person. the king of heroes's expression is indiscernible, like stone, neither pleased nor displeasured in brows' heavy set, arms crossed as he stands before her, the distance between them still astronomical in atmosphere. this air would suffocate the unworthy. still, without ever removing his gaze from her, his lips part. 'speak,' demanding and lofty, the throaty voice of the king. 'confess. your sins or sentiments, i tire of witnessing them fester within you, magus.'

     seven billion and three .      that’s the number that comes up in her head when she sees him . not from a rating of value , but a number of those she failed . it’s also the number that comes up when a handful of other faces come into view . but that’s a different confrontation for another time .      Ritsuka is only dealing with one of those faces today , and the one who gave her the most visceral reaction than the rest by sheer mention of his name . when crimson burns into gold , it’s easier to melt away . much easier than to confront all that you’ve done wrong . the room feels like it’s spinning , and before Ritsuka knows it , she’s sitting on the floor . of course she’s the one always suffocating , always the one suffering ; because it’s never easy bringing this up . yet , this king can waltz right in , and demand she confesses like she were in a church , or he were a close friend —

     “  fu .. fu - fuck you . ” she manages to breathe out , tears threatening to spill over . “ fuck you . ” more clearer , and anger laces her voice in comparison to the lax demands of the other . “ you really think any of the shit i carry is something i can talk to you of all people ? ” if only , then maybe she would’ve already climbed over this obstacle , maybe they would’ve been closer : but Ritsuka was always a coward , maybe it was just set in the stone the moment she was born . she was always unworthy , which is why she’ll probably exit this conversation in tears , and retire to her room for the rest of the day .

     isn’t that how it always goes ?

     she curls up on herself , knees hugged to her chest . nothing to lose here at least , as he already knows what’s wrong with her . which in turn , makes her angrier , but if he thinks airing out her dirty laundry will help : fine . “ ... the first thing i did after arriving here ( her ‘ home ’ ) i grabbed a phonebook , and looked at all the names ; it was only a few thousand as it was the town i lived in , but i tried to memorize them all . i ended up becoming more hyper aware of the people around me . what lives did they live ? did they have families ? were they all on their own ? did they have someone , or something waiting for them at the end of the day ? what of their parents ? grandparents ? children ? spouses ? brothers or sisters — when all came to an end , were any of them able to say goodbye to anyone ? i can’t tell . it makes me stay up at night , i can only hope everyone i saw didn’t die alone . i can only hope they’re leading better lives here , since i didn’t fuck up yet . ”

     “ my home’s not the same . my mother has a different name and my father was actually alive . every photo i saw in an album differed from every memory i swore i had . i really don’t have anywhere to go after everything . i can’t ever see that woman again , i can’t hug her goodbye , even though she’s done so much for me . because she’s not mine , as i was not her son or daughter in the first place ; because i’m scared she’d look at me confused and think not of her child , but of a complete stranger in front of her . ” maybe she just wasn’t ready to speak to him yet , because nothing about this feels as though it’ll have a good ending . “ i don’t know why they still have me here . ” Ritsuka clutches tighter around her knees , and begins to cry as she can’t hold it back anymore . “ i don’t , i really don’t . y’think after all this time i would’ve improved , i would’ve moved on , but i didn’t . i’m a stagnant element in all this . i feel as useless as when everything happened , i feel just as stupid , if not more . i wish i was a better master for everyone , i wish i was a better person : i feel i’ll never be good enough for anyone . not for you , not for Yan Qing , Romani , Da Vinci , Mash — ”

     “ so when i look at ya — i can’t help but think , at that time - y’shoulda just killed me . i think , it would’ve done everyone a favor , yeah . ” the girl is quiet now , exhausted : feeling worse than when she entered the conversation . it’s not a festered wound she’s dealing with : it’s a severe injury , sore and bleeding out . stitches don’t help , as every waking day has them tear open forcibly . what she does it what she feels when she wakes up : does she try to stop the bleeding , or let it gape open and lay there , until sleep consumes here ?

     she doesn’t know this time .

[leaderirene]

#RBB