Good choice

Consider: Maxwell is the traitor but not because of any evil plot. He’s just an adorable dumbass.

Leaked the bachelor party photos to the press? Just wanted to show off him and his friends having a good time and the photos fell into the wrong hands. No lock on MC’s door? Idiot accidentally broke it when going to talk to MC and forgot to tell anyone.

Watching the stage play now, and I completely underestimated how extra Tsukiyama would be…he starts singing as soon as he first appears on stage, and dances with Matsumae and Kanae as his backup dancers XD

And when Tsukiyama leaves Anteiku, he speaks German (Tschüss) instead of French/Italian. 

The stage play also expanded on a scene with Uta and Itori (I like her vibe) talking about what’s going on in the 20th ward, and Itori saying that she wants to meet Kaneki.

Also, Touka’s wearing a shirt that says “Awesome” when she practice fights with Kaneki.

i only have two settings: 1. unconscious and 2. terrible

MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAY!
Listen………. I’ve been laughing at this for 10 minutes now, okay? That time Merlin straight up murdered someone for dramatic effect. The guy wasn’t even in his way! He’s just a maniac. Running around throwing people off archways… #averagemonday 

The funniest thing is everyone around him just acts casually like this is an everyday event. there’s a pileup of bodies in the courtyard.  

just your heart beating close to mine

for nurseydex week, day 2 - bed sharing

Nursey’s a clingy drunk.

Freshman year, Dex hated it. He and Nursey spend all their sober time bickering; fighting nonstop about everything from politics to slapshot form to whether ketchup belongs on scrambled eggs (Dex will never fucking admit it, but he’s actually started to find it delicious; Nursey can never know). But the second Nursey slips over the line from tipsy to drunk, he’s Dex’s best friend–hanging off Dex’s shoulders, draping his feet into Dex’s lap, hell, draping himself into Dex’s lap, two hundred pounds and then some of languid muscle. He’s sweet when he’s drunk, his chirps soft and fond instead of scathing, and his fingertips are gentle when they wander over Dex’s skin, dipping under the collar of his t-shirt, brushing against the short hair at the nape of his neck.

And Dex hated it, because morning would come, and hungover Nursey is clingy too but not in the same way, and they were always back to sharpness, and Dex would have to pretend he didn’t get home from those kegsters and throw himself into very, very cold showers.

Sophomore year, it’s a little better. They’re friends more often than they’re not, but on the flip side, that means the rest of the team actually trusts Dex to be on Nursey Patrol (“If you don’t want to kill him all the time, we can probably trust you to make sure he doesn’t drink himself into a coma,” Bitty said cheerfully the first time, shoved Nursey, already tipsy, towards him, and disappeared onto the dance floor with a solo cup in his hand).

Except Nursey Patrol, he learns, doesn’t end with the kegster. No, Nursey Patrol ends with Nursey safe in his bed, at least out of his shoes but ideally in something comfortable enough to sleep in, after a cup or two of water and two tabs of Aspirin, his phone plugged in and the door to his room locked.

(Dex does not want to know the series of events that led to this level of Patrol being in place. If he thinks about it too hard, his chest starts to hurt, and he doesn’t wanna deal with that.)

But–

“Dexy,” Nursey says, as Dex manhandles him down to his bed and then flops down next to him, hauling Nursey’s foot into his lap to start on his shoelaces, because Three Cups of Tub Juice Derek Nurse is not a Derek Nurse who has the coordination for tasks involving dexterity. Dex had said that, once, and Nursey had said “ha, Dexterity,” and giggled for ten minutes. “Dex, will you stay with me?”

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