do not r.i.p

- Today on: things Kirishima Eijirou pulls off

getupoffathathang  asked:

FlintWood Stop being so lame For the drabbles u ship them right?

“Stop being so lame,” Marcus complained, reaching for the glass that Oliver had just swiped from him.

“I’m being ‘lame’ because you told me to stop you after six drinks, Marcus,” his boyfriend replied, holding the firewhisky that Marcus very much wanted just out of reach.

“Sober me is stupid,” Marcus said, lunging a bit towards the tumbler in Oliver hand, failing, and collapsing onto Oliver’s lap instead. “You shouldn’t listen to him,” Marcus muttered, rubbing his cheek against Oliver’s jeans.

“Sober you says the same thing about drunk you.”

“So I’m always stupid. Big deal.” Marcus grinned up at Oliver. “You still like me anyway.”

Oliver rolled his eyes.

“Merlin knows why,” he said, but the exasperation in his voice was undercut by the affectionate smile on his lips as he took a sip of Marcus’ drink.

“No fair,” Marcus pouted, looking up at the drink with longing, but his arms were too heavy to try to grab at it again.

“Since when do you know a goddamn thing about being fair, Flint?” Oliver laughed.

“You’re just mad I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

“I might be if that was even remotely true.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“I know.” Marcus closed his eyes, a smile on his face and Oliver’s hand stroking his hair.

Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five (or so)


ᴜɴᴄʜᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ 4 → ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ꜱᴋɪɴꜱ

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚕 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 
𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾: 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖠𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗋


a remake of this post, my trash celebration-for-finally-finishing-days post.

even tho this one is still trash tbh r.i.p

heavy weeping in the distance

hey yall. i havent been here. i think its going t be like that for a lil longer. i need a small break from update you  n m situation

  • ive been very depressed lately
  • i study like a fucking maniac???
  • i always have hw
  • and i have 2 commissions to work on ( which,, thats what im doin now)

so be patient with me. im not going to force myself on the muse that isnt calling me.however, the muses i go on to relax lately can be fund at @winterife and @speediings if you want to catch me around ! dont worry, im not abandoning mb. im just so busy. 

                                           ❝But… Other Self,
                                                      I want to be with you forever.
                                                      I don’t care if I never find my memories…


(( So I just wanna say, this is a nightmare I had last night, bout our good ol’ boys, Dark and Anti, just thought I’d share it, I detailed it and personalized it of course, but this was… actually pretty creepy tbh )) I was just there, in pitch blackness, but I could see myself or something, I could look down and see my hands, anyways I wandered around, calling out, seeing if anyone was around, after a few good moments of agonizing silence other than the sounds of my heavy breathing I was suddenly faced with stairs, it was a really long spiral staircase, it looked endless, but before I tried going down them, Anti… he appeared behind me, cackling and holding that damn kitchen knife, we just stared at each other, the black inky eyes are not comforting to stare into trust me, what’s worst is it felt so. fucking. real. its like I was actually staring into his eyes, so then he mouthed run and proceeded to chase me holding his knife up and preparing to stab me, I quickly bolted, running as fast as I could down the stairs and it went on, and on, and on, and on… It felt like a fucking eternity, meanwhile Anti was hot on my ass, just trying to reach out and grab me and probably kill me, while saying some things like if I leave, he’ll hunt me, catch me, and bring me right back here. After more running and threats from him, I found myself tumbling down the stairs, screaming but, no bones got broken, no bruises, no injuries at all, I suddenly tumbled into Dark’s arms. He had a cold smirk on his face, when he said ‘Congratulations, you managed to survive, now come with me, before he–’ and he was cut off by Anti growling and speaking up 'Ńo ͠wa͜y D͝a̵rk! This o͏n̨e͢'s̵ ͞min͞e!͝ ̶Y͘ou͘r ̨N̶O̸T̵ g̸et̢tin̷g ̸thi̴s͜ on͝e’ and so, both Dark and Anti began arguing with each other, although no fists were thrown, no weapons were swung it was just an all out verbal assault on each other. Dark still had me in his grasp, of course I TRIED getting away but his grip was just too tight, they argued for a DAMN good while. Then both of they’re gazes snapped to me, Dark grinned, along with Anti which means bad news for me. I looked at both of them, wondering what they were planning now, of course it was Dark that spoke up “Well… How about this, lovely, take your pick, you have simply two choices here, nothing too difficult for you to handle.” Anti laughed “̷She'̸s͏ g̡o̵n͏ńa̡ p͏ick̛ ̢m͢e ͏D͝ark̵y,̶ le̛t'͢s҉ ͘f͘ac͠e͢ it͠” Then they both said in unison “Maǩ̞̎ͫe̥̰͚̥̳̣͖̐ you͇̞̭͙̳͛r̮̖̝̲̩̹̺͐̀ d̙̣̖̳ͤ͒͛͘e̸̮̗͑ͨ̆͒͋c͍͉̆ͪ̚ͅi̦͕̖̽̓̏̃̄̽ͩ͢s̯͎̤͕ͫͬ̃͡i̟͙͉̰͕̲oͥͨ̿̂n̼̟̊̉̄̊̃͡” And then I woke up. (( Also, for those who may be on mobile, I’ve heard the Zalgo text generator kinda fucks up a little here and there so, if its too hard to read, I’ll clarify. one: ‘No way Dark! This one’s mine! Your NOT getting this one’ two: ‘She’s gonna pick me Darky, let’s face it’ and third and final: “Make your decision” anyways enough rambling, enjoooy~! ))

@ the david bowie fandom, and especially @ whoever asked for this because I honestly don’t remember who asked for it this morning but I remember promising,

but anyway, I felt like these images really captured him throughout the ages. I miss him, we all miss him, but he wouldn’t want us to just… stop. Continue existing. Laugh in the face of the universe. Do it, because he would want us to.

Let’s change the world, and shock it so much that it has no choice in the matter. It’s what Bowie would have done.