#this !!

[parkjihyo]

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[weeweeboy-archived]

Ohk.

So after doing a lot of hard work and shedding SO MANY tears with a beloved mutual(and annoying my discord server) we have came up with the most important calculation in KNY history.

titty; 38 in(96. 52 cm)

waist; 32 in(81. 28 cm)

that is our guesstimate of Giyuu Tomioka's chest and waist size.

no we aren't taking criticism/j

(Also maybe I'll explain how later but im genuinely in so much pain after this)

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@thequeerindigo

Some of y’all seem pressed about how we look but yet… you keep watching 🤷🏼‍♂️ 👀 #fy #fyp #fypシ #fypage #foryou #foryoupage #foryourpage

♬ GOOD PUSS - COBRAH

[salveticn-a]

-ˏˋ ☆ — what color are you ?

tagged by :   i stole it ! tagging :   you !

orange

and icarus said to aphrodite : so this is what i’m for .

you have a distant awareness that the day you fall is the day you change . change is so very difficult , isn’t it ? watching everyone leave -- you want the light so desperately , but you fear it . one day it will come for you , one day you will stop mourning the future and start mourning the present ... and it will be peaceful .

[roguetm]

 @danversiism​  //  ☕!  (☄)

the  tension  was  heavy,  a  dark  history  binding  them  together,  now  tethered  to  a  shared  purpose.  if  it  were  rogue,  she’s  not  sure  if  she’d  ever  be  able  to  forgive  herself.  she’d  taken  everything  from  carol  and  if  it  weren’t  for  the  timely  intervention  of  jessica  drew  she’d  have  taken  her  life  that  night  on  the  bridge.  it’s  only  a  few  moments  after  they’re  seated  at  the  small  table  (a  public  meeting  place  meant  to  keep  potential  damage  to  a  minimum)  that  a  small  child  points  toward  them  and  whispers  something  to  his  mother.  the  couple  at  the  table  beside  theirs  must  also  overhear  because  within  a  minute  or  two  there’s  a  dozen  sets  of  eyes  pinning  them  in  place.  it’s  surreal  as  much  as  it’s  inevitable  that  they’d  be  recognized  and  the  whispering  swells  anxiety  in  her  chest.   

❝ -- this  was  a  bad  idea,  ❞   rogue  cautions  under  her  breath.  unsure  what  else  to  say.  how  did  they  expect  them  to  work  together?  she  couldn’t  bring  herself  to  harbor  even  the  slightest  notion  of  forgiveness.  still,  her  silence  feels  an  awful  lot  like  cowardice  and  she  forces  herself  to  speak.  it  was  her  debt  to  pay,  the  discomfort  of  the  first  word  seemed  a  trifle. ❝look  carol,  i’m  sorry.  i  know  that  ain’t  worth  nothin’,  but  i  want  you  to  hear  it  from  me  just  the  same.❞