ok so as it turns out me only tipsy is a lot more flirty than me tipsy and high
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ok so as it turns out me only tipsy is a lot more flirty than me tipsy and high
also thinking about sakusa lusting over women he can’t have. more specifically: atsumus girlfriend. she’s entirely too good for him; too cute, too shy, too submissive. she dresses nice, if not a little conservatively, and generally flies under the radar. sakusa gets a little... obsessive about it. why is atsumu with her? how did they meet? they’re just so damn different—
then he stumbles on her onlyfans. she’s got a mask on, but he’d know those eyes anywhere. eyes that scream ‘i know more than you,’ eyes that have him subscribing and digging his hand into his pants, eyes that he sees when he closes his own, each picture and video spurring on the obsession, feeding into this fantasy of the the two of them together—
seeing her sitting so meekly next to atsumu at parties drives him to the brink of insanity.
another round of social media/insta posts for they don’t love you because I have no self control and these are SO EASY to make. below the cut so I don’t spam you all
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“You’re supposed to fucking deny,” Jack hissed to his brother. He was this close to just putting his head in his hands. It was ironic that the thumping feeling in his chest, the sensation that his entire world was caving in on itself, was likely the very emotion that had been experienced countless times by the people he had done this to. He ducked his head down, tugging on his own hair without even realising what he was doing, anything to bring himself back to reality, to take away the thoughts flying through his head at a ridiculous pace of all the things that could happen, everything that could occur, he was halfway into middle age and his potential minimum wage job after dropping out of university (probably an addiction of some kind, a tragic life of no escape) by the time he managed to bring himself back to reality long enough to glare at Finn. “What the fuck are you looking at?!” The words were directed away into the face of the student who had turned in their seat to face Jack, as if he needed anyone else’s judgement. As if he couldn’t already feel the invisible eyes on him at every angle, adding physical stares to the fucking injury just felt like the cherry on top. “It’s obviously not true,” he added, as an afterthought. Deny deny deny. Not that his own brother was helping this situation.
Maybe Finn was a horrible person. Maybe he should be put back in jail just for his reaction not being to instantly support Jack. But weirdly, the feeling in his chest was not one of immediate upset, but of freedom.
If he was being honest, he’d spent more than the past five years being branded with Jack’s identity. He supposed it was his own fault. He didn’t have a strong enough personality to compete with Mr Witty, Mr Asshole, Mr Man Whore, or whatever persona Jack had pulled from his apparently endless supply to put on that week. So instead he just got labelled under the umbrella of Jack, and okay, maybe by taking credit for his actions that hadn’t been helped, maybe by defending him he’d only ever made that worse. But he’d not done those things pure of heart. He’d done them because he was supposed to. He was, after all, the older brother. And he was done feeling guilty about how much resentment he’d been holding onto, because Jack didn’t exactly make things any easier for him. Or appreciate his defence in any capacity. And if anything, this little reveal? This idea that someone knew what had truly gone down between them? It felt like vindication. It felt like a break. It felt like freedom.
Leaning back in his chair, Finn couldn’t help but smirk a tiny bit. Maybe it was the Jack in him after all. “Eh, it is true though.”
should i continue my malec + richard siken gif series now that my gifs look a lil bit better than the ones i used to make? hsjshdh i probably will
Yo what's this stuff you're reblogging with the blonde dude and that fucked up arm?
Well, anon, that is a live-action remake of an anime/manga called, “Fullmetal Alchemist.” It currently holds a title of being one of the best anime’s/manga’s of all time.
It’s a story about two brothers living in an alternate world where instead of the Industrial Revolution, there was something like an alchemic revolution. Alchemy was the fundamental idea of transforming one substance into another by rearranging the atoms, therefore making something different on the spot. These two brothers fell into the study of alchemy, but lost their mother when a disease swept through the land. And they believed alchemy could bring back their mother.
When they attempted the alchemic transmutation, they disregarded warnings about never doing human transmutation and paid a hefty price. Now they’re just trying to fix everything however they can.
It’s a REALLY good manga, and the anime has some great voice acting and visuals! There are currently two versions of the anime: Fullmetal Alchemist 2003, which doesn’t follow the manga and goes on different route. And there’s Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, the manga adaption. They both have the same beginning but tell different stories. They’re both worth the watch, in my opinion.