#millionsaved

[combatpetals]

MY TUMBLR CRUSHES !!!

@ofiignition @fentasm @skulledme @ksri @negatiiv @millionsaved @redrioted @aethermade

CRUSHES PROMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[manifeast]

❤️ romantic

what kind of relationship does your muse want with mine? / acc.

❤️ romantic

canon boyfriends  !!

[wallcravvler]

@millionsaved // X 

“Yeah, I can see why! Honestly, even Deadpool is better than him, and that coming from me is saying A LOT.” 

[manifeast]

with a soft click the bedroom door closes behind him and tamaki shuffles towards the bed , his shoulders drooping , his head low . the exhaustion he feels seeps right into his bones and falls onto mirio’s bed with a oof . his room has always been warmer , cozier -- but then again , it may be just mirio himself . “ you can keep doing what you’re doing ... “ he tells him , his voice muffled by the blanket. “ just want to sleep. “ 

@millionsaved / sc

[aregria]

‘ i couldn’t do anything but cry. ‘

:: the house on mango street // NOT ACCEPTING.

       The admission has the barmaid wide-eyed, hand covering her mouth in surprise…but there’s sympathy…no, empathy for him. It seems like the lives of everyone here has their own share of tragedy and pain. Isn’t it ironic how this place seems to be filled with broken souls trying to mend themselves again? They rise, they fall, and find themselves trying to raise themselves up again and collect the pieces of themselves along the way.

       Mirajane herself has had her own share of misery, of nights spent sobbing into her bedsheets after the memory of her sister’s death replays in her dreams. Some days, it’s her parents’ wailing echoing against church walls, but Lisanna is a key figure that haunts her in sleep. It’s her soft voice, calling to their brother that turns to sheer horror. It’s her own voice, calling out to her to run, to flee. Lisanna…LISANNA! …But the past is the past, and they have to keep moving lest they lose themselves. Even as she blames herself for what happens, she forces herself to move forward one slow step at a time. It’s one foot in front of the other, and one smile at a time.

       It’s why she smiles now despite the sadness that fills her–sadness for her own loss, for the sadness that’s haunting him. She rests a hand gently between his shoulder blades. . ❝ I know how that feels–how useless you feel when you can’t do anything but cry. It doesn’t make you weak, regardless of what you may be thinking.

       ❝ Everyone has moments like that. People bend and break, but they also put themselves back together. You’ll never be who you were before, but you can create a better version of yourself. It’s those moments of weakness that make you strong. Don’t blame yourself for something everyone experiences at one point, okay? Keep your chin up and live for those you’ve lost, and for those who are still with you. ❞

[spiragal-blog]

‘ let’s go get some ramen to eat. my treat. ‘

❛   eh ? i wanna go ! hey hey, is there a special occasion ? is it a holiday ?   ❜   regardless of the reason, nejire would gladly join the excursion, eager for some food after a hard day’s work. &. if it means togata-san’s treat ? all the more reason to !

she steps behind him, hands pressing against his upper back, and pushes lightly forward. not enough for a shove, but definitely shows her excitement. her chipper tone is accompanied by the large grin on her face.   ❛   let’s go, let’s go ! where’s amajiki-san ?!   ❜