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[crxssposts]

that’s me in his hands Hi

[eensyweensyladybug]

miscellaneous

[wereael]

Got tagged by @shinesurge for an ask game! ^^

Favourite colour: I like a good orange. Or like a red watermelon color.

Currently reading: Yomi no Tsugai, and rereading Pearls of Lutra.

Last song: I never want to see you again - Quasi

Last film: Friday the 13th (2009)

Last series: uuuh Jujutsu Kaisen I think.

Last game played: Mario's Super Picross. love numbers on a spreadsheet. also playing Mario Kart World, yippee

Sweet/salty/savory: Savory usually! Meat and rice and a sauce. Though I've been having leftover birthday cake and that's sweet.

Tea or coffee: I'll drink any tea, usually matcha or a fruit tea. coffee is usually a frappuccino

Working on: homework, website design

Tagging: @b-u-n-n-i , @sleepdeprivedbard and, you!

[demialwrites]

Lately I been thinking bout Sentai genji fuckin me with his mask on to hide his identity and the distorted robotic voice huffing and panting

I love that!!!1 Even with his mask on, you know who’s underneath. ;) One of my favourite scenarios with Sentai Genji is he’s in between fighting evil doers, so you fuck in a side alley somewheres, with just the necessary amount of clothing moved aside or pulled down. :o With his hands stuffed in your shirt or down your pants. 👌👌👌

maybe with him like this (NSFW)

[urdchama]

[newtealeaf]

a man once dropped his phone into an airplane toilet and...

a man once dropped his phone into an airplane toilet and he stuck his arm into get it. while fishing around for it, he put his other arm on top of the toilet for some support. then, the toilet began to flush. the phone flew out into the sky but the man didnt care because his arm was about to follow it. his other hand had accidentally pressed the flush button "there's only one way to get out of this," he thought to himself before squeezing the rest of his body through the hole. he began to fall through the atmosphere at an alarmingly fast speed. "well," he sighed. "i guess i'm gonna have to start flapping." he then began to flap his wings and soar through the air. he wasn't actually a man. he was a bird. he just hated flying himself

[causalitycarp-blog]

Happy holidays

[hollytallis-blog]

life is but a dream for the dead · self-para

Holly Tallis and Damien Vallis had been best friends for over ten years. Damien knew when Holly was feeling upset, and Holly knew when Damien felt down. Damien knew every single secret of Holly's, and he was the only soul except for her. And Holly knew something was up with him. In front of him, sure, she would act cool. But she wasn't stupid, and she knew her best friend wasn't nervous because of some christening. She had the most awful feeling that Damien wasn't stuttering over meeting his family. That it was much, much worse than that.

Holly had managed to find out what hotel Damien was staying in, and after he didn't return her tenth or eleventh call, ignored her messages and her voicemail hadn't even been checked, she started to really worry. She had called the hotel and they had told her not to bother them, that it was after twelve in the night and he was probably sleeping. But Damien left his phone next to his ear as he slept, because according to him, 'What if Alan Carr decided at a crazy hour that he wants to interview me?! What if Ryan Gosling calls me to confess his undying love about me?!'. So she kept ringing, and ringing, until the manager finally gave up on the desperate girl, and broke into Damien's room. And worst came to worst, and a Holly received a panicked call. And in all of fifteen seconds, it was like her world crashed down. She didn't have the energy to cry, or scream. She was just empty. Her heart beated against her ribs but her mind went numb, and she could only see her best friend telling her to stay safe. To not jump under a bus. That he loved her.

On that night, Holly went through various emotions. Pain. Pain, because she was certain she lost the only person she actually had. Sadness. Sadness, because yet another person had died in her life. Anger. Anger because, Damien was selfish for what he did. Because when a person died, he or she wasn't the one getting hurt. It was all alright for them. They'd just be placed in a comfy little coffin, and would watch the world go by from wherever they were. But the people around him would mourn, would cry, would feel their lives slide through their fingers like water. Just drip away, because of one man. A man who had just thought of himself. A man who left her in their apartment, with all his belongings and memories, with all their photos and remaining food packets, with all the box sets of his stupid shows, and had just said good-bye. Just like that. 

That was another sucky thing. You never know when your last good-bye with that certain person will take place. You never know it's the last time you breathe his air, or touch his skin, or share his smile. You'd never dream of thinking that Damien and Holly's last conversation was about a family christening that was never there. She had so much things to tell him still, they had so much plans to go with. And he ruined it all. And she hated him for it. She hated and loved a dead man.

Is it okay to hate him for being dead?