Quote 13: “Are…are you awake? Did you fall asleep already?” for Anon!

And thus she drew their first “I love you”

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so I'll tell you

I’ll tell you that I slept all day yesterday because at least my life isn’t mine when I’m not awake

I’ll tell you that the scars on my thighs are getting harder and harder to cover

I’ll tell you that I cried on the floor of the shower yesterday for an hour because tears don’t stain my cheekbones as badly when they melt into  the hot water

I’ll tell you that as the one person that makes me want to be alive, you’re the one person I’m not even sure wants to stay

I’ll tell you that I got so fucking drunk yesterday because I can’t handle anything sober 

I’ll tell you that I have no expectations but hope with all of my heart that you love me back

I’ll tell you that I am tears, dilated pupils, scars and loneliness 

I’ll tell you that I’m everything you shouldn’t want to hold on to, and hope that you hold on anyways

—  the air that i breathe IV - blue-delusion


Another Kuroken collaboration​ ~
Story by @nimbus-cloud
Art by @mookie000

Our previous collaboration, Something Old, Something New (x

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“It’s rare for you to prefer sitting outside instead of in away from the bugs,” Kuroo mused softly.

He had finally found Kenma sitting by himself on the hill by the cafeteria building.  His friend was tucked against the roots of a tree, knees pulled up to his chest and his hood pulled down low.  It was late, and the night was cool.  Chilly even, thanks to Kuroo’s freshly-washed hair.  He and Lev had returned to the Nekoma room from their extra practice to find Kenma had ‘gone off somewhere’ according to Yaku.  And although Kuroo doubted that even Kenma could get lost on a school campus, it put his mind at ease to go looking for him.

“You’re not cold?” Kuroo lowered himself onto the grass beside his friend.

Kenma’s only response was to shake his head, bringing his arms up and folding them across his knees.

Ahh… he’s upset about something.

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I know she is pretty, but baby be warned;
When you smell the roses, watch out for the thorns
—  J.I. // that girl is poison

can i just say, i’m really really proud of mark? he’s only 17 and he’s already being looked up to by singers and celebrities much older than him and based on the preview for snowball project you can tell he’s having so much fun and being so happy on the show making music and having the opportunity to make new friends. i’m very happy for him and i’m glad he’s getting the recognition he deserves, this boy is pure gold

the only one he listens to
  • Grog: It's better live bait than dead, right?
  • Scanlan, clearly perturbed by the idea: *sucks air in through his teeth in a "Yikes" manner*
  • Grog: At least when you fish.
  • Scanlan, shaking his head vehemently: Nope. Nope.
  • Grog: Pretty sure that's true.
  • Scanlan, quieter but still resolute: Nope.
  • Vex: Do you wanna be bait, Grog?
  • Grog, enthusiastically: Yeah.
  • Vex: *makes a distressed noise*
  • Keyleth, a little concerned: Does this sound fun to you or lik-
  • Grog: I do-
  • Vex, panicking: There's exploding things around here! Are you sure you want to be in this area?
  • Grog, after a long pause to think: Yeah!
  • Pike, who has been watching intently this whole time: *stares at Grog in "are you fucking kidding me"*
  • Travis: *barely stifles a laugh at Ashley's expression*
  • Pike, sternly: NO. You. Don't.
  • Grog, recoiling, in unison with Pike: No... I don't.

[Talking about Warrior:] “I don’t think I’ve cried like that since I thought I was lost in the woods when I was 8 years old.”

Tom Hiddleston, weeping during films since 1981

Hisoka on his deathbed
  • Hisoka: illumi.... Come closer...
  • Illumi: ..Yes, what is it
  • Hisoka: it is almost my time...
  • Illumi, tearing up: I can see
  • Hisoka: before I go I must tell you one thing ....
  • Illumi: of course! Please.. Tell me!
  • Hisoka: come closer
  • Illumi: *leans in*
  • Hisoka: even closer
  • Illumi: *leans in so his ear brushes hisokas lips*
  • Hisoka: .....My......Aura .....
  • Illumi: your.. Aura????
  • reporter: at 4:54 this morning a brutally mangled clown corpse has been discovered floating in the Pacific ocean, the body's identity had yet to be-

bang pd nim more like min yoongi bs&t era 50 years later ((@ anyone who’s reblogging this i am nOt making fun of him cmon im going emo all over the tags;_;))

me, on my deathbed: i need to tell you something

my child, in tears: i love you

me: i love…

me: [Choreography Video] SEVENTEEN(세븐틴)-HIGHLIGHT


Not one more fan meeting, one precious life being saved (x)


Viktor had a relationship once- why not? He’s hot and people confuse him and his usage of mascara- when he was young. The details are blurry to Viktor these days, but he was too excited and he was delusional with the prospect of love back then, almost a cringe worthy moment for Viktor when he remembers these things late at night.

It was how you would imagine it. Viktor, looking back on it now, wondered how seemingly enthusiastic he managed to be in the two year long crusty ‘relationship’ they had. There were these little sprinkles of affection, shy blushes and the kind of exploration young crazy teenagers do during their young crazy lives, but there was nothing special about it.

He was an art major. Viktor figured they were compatible, two pieces of puzzles sliding together in delusional harmony, with Viktor’s artistry out on the ice and his on his canvas.

What made him special, amongst the other folders of exes he had locked away in a metaphorical file cabinet, was the fact that he was the one who stayed the longest.

Viktor was a fucking whirlwind. Nobody could keep up his tiresome training schedules, his absent meals, the long hours spent at the rink. His ex wrung it out as far as possible, trying hard to be understanding and patient at first, until finally, he broke.

“You’re… You’re too much.” He finally hisses after another failed date night. Viktor doesn’t have the heart to deny the statement. “You’re fucking selfish. You… You revolve around nothing but the ice! No hobbies, no ambitions, nothing but that stupid gold fucking medal you always win anyways.”

Viktor doesn’t flinch, doesn’t feel anything at all. He was right. He was right.

“And then what? What happens when your body tires out, huh Viktor? What happens if you lose?” He says, there are tears brimming his eyes. Viktor doesn’t have the heart to well up a tear. “I tell you, you’ll regret it. You will have nothing.” 

When he walks out the door, Viktor realized that he had nothing the whole time Not even the satisfaction of being complete.

When Chris asks him if he had any plans to get into a relationship anytime soon, he’d laugh. I don’t have the time. He’ll say. Nobody is willing to stay. His mind pleads.

And then comes Yuuri.

He realizes many things: Yuuri was an even bigger whirlwind. He was deadly and dangerous and beautiful, Viktor had felt the thrill of standing in the eye of a storm when he holds Yuuri’s hand, when he sees his smile. He was beautiful. He was deadly.

Yuuri spends even more time in the rink than him, eyes focused and determined and Viktor watches in awe from the side because he felt like he just got crushed by an avalanche and Yuuri wasn’t even breaking a goddamn sweat. He was fragile and strong, loud and quiet, an enigma Viktor has yet to solve. 

Yuuri was beautiful. Yuuri was perfect.

He’s perfect when he takes Makkachin out for walks, when he looks over his shoulder and tosses Viktor a teasing little smile, when he wakes up in the morning with bed hair and crusty eyes, when he’s crying and broken and Viktor doesn’t know what the fuck to do and Yuuri calls his bullshit out for it, when he skates, when he lets Viktor hold him, when he’s Viktor’s.

Yuuri was his.

Yuuri would stay.

One day, while in a hotel bar as he waits for his dearest, he spots someone across from him with the eyes of a ghost from his past.

“I’m opening up a gallery somewhere.” He says when Viktor asks the standard how are you out of sheer politeness. He hasn’t changed, maybe getting edgier and manlier, finally not the young art major he used to be. He has grown. Viktor has grown too.

“The… The Japanese man. Is he…?”

Viktor smiles, purposely setting his hand on the marble counter to show off the gleam in the golden band. The memory of Yuuri sends another warm flutter in Viktor’s heart. God, it’s been years. “Engaged.”

He smiles and nods, seemingly happy for them.

“You love him, truly.”

Viktor purses his lips around his glass. Of course he does, why wouldn’t he? Yuuri was kind and beautiful and smart and all his.

“The moment I mentioned him… you looked like the happiest man in the world.” He says, shaking the glass in his hand, swirling the amber contents. Viktor does not feel any resentment in his voice, but he feels cautious at the incoming topic. “You’re truly happy. It’s amazing.”

Viktor narrows his eyes, just for a fraction. “What made you think I wasn’t?”

He raises an eyebrow. Are you fucking kidding me? Viktor couldn’t blame him. “Your eyes shine, you perk up, and hell, I didn’t even notice that your smile was heart shaped before. Now your grin is bigger than ever.”

Viktor cracks a smile, leaning back against the counter. 

He sets the glass down, smiling softly. “I’m happy for you.”

Viktor’s happy too. Truly. He was right. And for once, he was glad that he didn’t decide to stay.

“Do you want to come to the wedding?” It was a little weird to invite your ex to your wedding, but Viktor wasn’t one to follow social norms. 

He accepts before finally leaving, one last goodbye between them.

Yuuri finally arrives a few moments later, cheeks flushed and burrowed adorably under a scarf. God knows how torturous Russian weather can be. “Who was that?”

Viktor smiles, kissing Yuuri’s knuckles before lacing their fingers together. “No one of importance.”

During their wedding, Yuuri dips him in for a kiss. Viktor never wanted to let go of the moment, but they crumble on the floor laughing. Chris was discreetly installing a pole in the banquet room and he had to prevent tears more than five times in the past two hours. Yurio resentfully gives him tissues from the sidelines 

Viktor might’ve thought that he’ll never get the satisfaction of being complete, thought that he’ll never stop being a whirlwind, but Yuuri carries him away and swept him off his feet, launching him into the air laughing and giggling.

He spots him in the crowd, talking to the girl he brought with him- possibly his now girlfriend, Viktor thinks she’s lovely- and they connect gazes.

He smiles, raises a glass like a toast.

Viktor raises his own glass back.

Viktor was happy. Viktor was complete. Viktor was satisfied.