#they!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[goldshadows]

[ REUNITE ] for gray n daisy PLEASE ilu

@athayos / to be held / accepting [ REUNITE ] - having been apart for some time, sender, upon seeing receiver for the first time, sprints to give them a hug.

she'd never really kept track of how long it's been to begin with but with her bad habits taken to new extremes as coping mechanism, the days had started blurring into each other. it felt like eternity to her either way, every day without him painfully and needlessly long. noticing the familiar frame from the corner of her eyes, she was sure she was just imagining him which would definitely not be the first time it happened. though as he speaks up and says something so out of pocket and unserious for the actual situation, she freezes at the realization of him being real. head turned, green eyes stare at him for a few moments as tears well up in her eyes. daisy then sprints towards him and jumps at him - knowing with certainty he would catch her. arms and legs both wrap around him tightly as she buries her face in his shoulder, a sob escaping her. relief, happiness, anger, confusion all rush through her at once but for now she's focused on not letting go of him - afraid she's going to lose him all over again.

[bluntsnufkin]

[bijameswilson]

all these pictures of boyd and pedro .............. i’m feeling unwell, i need to lie down for a minute 🥺🥺

[mediioxumate]

@vaciiviity is giving kazuichi a frighten.

“ i would chop off my left arm for you . ” spoken in a matter of fact voice. Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi have gotten rather close and so the Yakuza would do anything to make sure that the pink-haired mechanic wouldn't be harmed.

Kazuichi’s eyes went wide in horror, unable to stop the barreling in mental image of Fuyuhiko chopping off his own arm. “Please don’t do that!” His voice cracked in alarm, hands coming out to land on the other’s biceps. “You need both of them!” 

He supposes this is another Yakuza thing he doesn’t get - they’ve found several. Mostly, that Fuyuhiko will say rather violent things like they roll off his tongue, and every time it catches Kazuichi off guard. The idea of just sawing off one of his own body parts... he shudders. Though he does have a stray though that if Fuyuhiko did chop off his arm, Kazuichi could probably have it, and take it apart to observe the joints and tendons, the way the muscle tensed and relaxed. 

“Thanks though, dude. Means a lot.” Friendship is still... strange for him. It feels ill fitted, awkward, not quite like something he’s allowed, but it helps that he’s fairly certain Fuyuhiko feels the same way. 

The idea that someone cares about him, and not only that, but has such a fierce protectiveness feels... warm. It has his cheeks pink and he isn’t quite sure why.