the funniest part of death note was when light thought, "The police are spying on me through cameras in my room. I need them to think I'm a normal high school boy." and then he proceeded to read a porn magazine for 5 minutes without cranking his chain. all while laying on his bed like this
It’s funny out of context but I am so fucking sad over this
He can’t feel the blanket he’s holding or the cold and he’s too big for his bed and he can’t fall asleep but he’s trying to do all those things anyway because he’s 10 years old and he’s just had his entire life and childhood ripped away from him in every way possible and all he can do is hold onto the tiniest pieces of normalcy because that is literally all he has left
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This is kind of funny out of context too, but no !!!This is my favorite picture in the world, OK? Because Al doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t need the bed or the blanket, but I guarantee you Ed insisted Al share it with him. He wasn’t going to let Al lay on the floor or sit against a wall by himself all night. I can’t see Al just taking the blanket, not when Ed needs it more, so Ed must’ve tucked the blanket around him during the night, the way a good big brother does. He never treats Al any differently than he would if Al had a flesh and blood body. He always tries to preserve that normalcy, to make Al feel as human as possible.
And they’re sleeping back-to-back. Al’s body is cold and hard. He could’ve gotten up or Ed could’ve moved away, but no. They’re snuggled against each other. If you’ve ever slept back-to-back with someone before you know there’s something comforting about feeling the other person’s body heat, knowing they’re right there. Al doesn’t have body heat and he can’t feel Ed’s, but they still take comfort in each other’s presence, in knowing the other’s close beside them. They’re laying beside each other like nothing’s strange about it. Ed’s body is actually angled so that he’s pressed against Al as he sleeps. He wants to be there.
It’s kind of the antithesis of the above picture. In that one, Al’s alone with a blanket that’s too small for him, looking (and probably feeling) very out of place. Here, the blanket’s big enough to wrap him in a comfy burrito, and he’s not alone. He’s got Ed, and he looks (and probably feels) much more in place.
This mf'ckn got me
I did another one and I’m not happy with myself for doing another one because I can’t show it to anyone I know but I am because it brought me personal enjoyment. Also, I took the liberty of pushing a stereotype with this character a bit but not too much because I’m a coward. Anyways, here’s this.
Lover
“I don’t like you right now.”
You had found his weakness: fighting games. He had won every game the two of you had played, from War– which he denied having cheated in very unconvincingly– to Trivial pursuit– admittedly, that was your bad. He was good at word games, math games, turn-based RPGs, but what he did struggle with was any instinct-related games or button mashers. That was muscle memory; he needed to either be familiar with the subject matter or be able to see what he was doing to be good. He had neither here. You had never thought the thing to do him in would be fighting games, but you were hardly complaining.
You could barely understand him over the rushing of your own blood. “Oh,” you coo, barely able to contain your mirth. “I’m so sorry. Do you need a bottle, baby?”
Anonymous asked:
Hii I hope you day/night is going lovely and that your doing great. Also can I request something please like what if misa made L go out with them and the drink a little bit and we have to watch him for the rest of the night? I’ve been looking for someone who writes L not like a uwu fem boy but actually keeps his cannon characteristics and you do that <<<<333
Thank you for the request. I am just getting over a nonspecific illness. Not sure about the ending but hopefully this was something similar to what you were looking for.
“But, see,” he droned on, head laid upon the table, “the whole thing— the whole communist regime, I mean— it all deconstructed in regards to the actual soul of the movement with the death of Lenin.”
There were things that friends did not do to one another. Friends did not leave friends’ drinks unattended. Friends did not sleep with other friends’ partners or ex partners. Friends did not let friends be left with dangerous men. You were surprised to learn that there was, in fact, another thing to add to the list: friends do not leave friends with history professors.
Your “friend”, Misa Amane, had called you at one in the morning to babysit a guy. You did not know how she knew said guy. You had never met him, never heard of him. The name Ryuzaki was only vaguely familiar, a name you may have heard once in passing. But you came, because she was your friend, and friends do help friends get laid (though by your best estimation her boyfriend was about as interested in making love to her as you were in the inner workings of the Bolshevik party), only to be given a hotel room number and address, a charming smile, and a big fuck you to your sleep schedule. While you were thankful you had not been left with a dangerous drunk man, you were starting to question whether that would have been preferable to— you checked your phone— two hours worth of a lecture on a topic of which you had no knowledge.
“—but the only reason that happened—“
“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt,” you smiled, voice betraying your obvious exhaustion, “but what does any of this have to do with where you’re from?”
why is this comment on an apple crisp recipe me every single day at work
OBEY ME! MORNING PREPARATION Part 1
You caught their morning preparation before RAD. 着替えネタ
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I will say this, these type of "Mid clothed" or "Getting ready" are my kryptonite. Just look at them! About to get dress and cleaning themselves up for the day- I can't 😍😍😍
i hate when top wildlife predators are just lil babies teeny tiny babies
. that is a serial killer
