#oughhhh

[kamaboko-fangirl]

I knowwww I have my rp for all characters stuff but my Favoritism™️ is telling me that Zenitsu deserves his own blog. Should I listen to my heart or die /j

[denfucker]

ive been really into bunch of friends lately (im still on season 1 so no spoilers) and its terrible for me and my health . can anyone tell me how to enjoy things without it consuming my brain completely ? its 7am and i cant fall asleep because im just thinking about them and this is not a joke this is how i was with iasip in 2023 and gilmore girls in 2019 and txt in 2021 and etc etc etc. im not trying to be funny like this is genuinely consuming my mind. does anyone else get this #relatable

[lucius-illusions]

hmmmm

nah nvm you can keep chem he stinky

LISTEN I LIKE HIS STINK OKAY

IT'S SPECIAL FOR ME>:(((

GGRRRGRGRRGRRR

[wups-up]

Forever love that the first number of guy essentially spoils that everyone ends up dying but you don’t realize it because you’ve turned on your fourth wall suspension of disbelief because you’re watching a musical. I love media that weaponizes audience expectations of the genre and fucks wit the fourth wall.

[autisticcrashout]

"I know that I haven't exactly been reliable. With the SHIELD thing, I mean, but you know that you can talk to me, right?"

Kaji hesitated upon hearing the other approach and even more after he heard him speak. It wasn't like he looked like he was sleeping, but maybe he could pretend, maybe he could keep from answering. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk exactly, he was bubbling with five million emotions that couldn't be possible and a dozen or more questions and the like to ask. And he finally had someone that might actually listen.

But if he spoke, if he looked up right now, Clint would see that he was on the brink of tears. And he couldn't bear the embarrassment, much less the acknowledgement. But he needed to try...

Kaji swallowed, a thick feeling in his throat as he leaned back slightly, still hidden under his hood. "I mean...your reliability might not be the thing in question, just...who relied on you," he said with a sigh. He had his hands dangling over his knees, wringing them tightly together.

"I'm not...allowed..." To have emotions, to think for himself, to ask questions. To admit he felt...incorrect. "I'm supposed to report back to the lab tomorrow for my check-up..." He didn't want to, that was a given. It hurt, it always hurt. And then he would be sent on a mission, and that too would hurt in different ways...if he even remembered it.

He buried his head against his knees, attempting to muffle out his next. "....I'm scared and I'm tired of it."

[darkisms]

Silent lurker (and fellow lawyer) emerging from the shadows to tell you how much I adore your writing and the vibe you bring to the function! Your fics are sexy, and sensitive, and well characterized (I mean cmon, nailing characterization in a foursome? I bow at your feet). You are SUCH a delightful addition to this fandom. Sending admiration, support, and Oscar Piastri’s yearning bottom eyes your direction 🌻

HELLO!!!!!! this is soooo nice and means the world to me!!!! i really do try to put like. heart and feeling into it all, and knowing my characterisations hit genuinely makes me so happy!!!! thank you so much

[glitch-in-the-code]

It’s over for me…. *<- ‘She Calls Me Back’ by Noah Kahan ft. Kacy Musgraves came on shuffle*

[whitetrashroyaltyy]

I want. stupid slutty tattoos. I can get less stupid and not slutty tattoos for relatively cheap when I turn eighteen because my grandpa is a tattoo artist and owns a shop… but I am MOT asking him to do anything more than insanely tame.