i cant with him as well

like cam said i abused him bc i agreed that being told to die isnt abuse, sam said i abused him for dumping someone who was dependent on me and idk if gabby said i abused her but i do know she made 20000 posts about how evil i am for not wanting to date her anymore so its like

why are people so ugly.

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sooo i checked out the fish store near where I just moved. Had lots of fish that I would love to get but dont have space for right not (long tail corys ahhhhhh)

But I saw this little guy and just had to get him. He was super orange at the store (before he got stress from being moved). Looks like hes also got some blue on him, so I cant wait to see how he looks once hes happy. (well has happy as a grump can be)

imagine a parallel moment (set after a mission or something) where this time it’s allura who kneels down to grab shiro’s hand/help him up, and it goes down like:

allura: shiro… are you alright?

shiro: (smiles warmly) i’m fine. we really make a great team, huh

& they’re still smiling at each other as they’re still holding hands, and lance is there to witness the whole thing so he turns to keith and says:

lance: holy shit, are you seeing this right now?? it’s like watching a scene straight out of a cliché romantic movie omg

keith:

Jefferson: So what I believe you are trying to say, is “thank you”.

Hamilton: “Thank you”?!

Jefferson: You’re welcome!

Hamilton: N-no that’s not what– i mean, why would I ever say–

Jefferson: I know it’s a lot. The hair, the bod..

Hamilton: oh my god

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TAEHYUNG DAY!! 😆💕💜💙💗💚💘💓

i love solangelo but i dont love the idea that WIll has a perfect mental health and is ‘fixing’ Nico 

I love the solangelo where Will is JUST AS mentally ill as Nico. someone who has suffered and copes with his trauma in different ways, and both he and Nico help each other through what theyve been through and theyre equals in every single way

“Thank you to CARATs who have given us a happy week as a present” 

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Kenma recognizes him from the broad lines of his back and the strong muscles that cover his shoulders and biceps. He doesn’t move much but when he does, they ripple like water, flowing so smoothly it’s mesmerizing. Kenma can’t see much at all; there’s no moon out and the street lights are down, but he knows this body well enough.

Kenma opens the door softly and steps out. From the slightest stiffening of Iwaizumi’s shoulders, he knows the man is aware of his presence, which is impressive since he’s always been quiet in his movements. He walks forward and grabs onto the railing, the cold metal biting into his skin.

“Can’t sleep?”

It’s rare for Kenma to initiate a conversation. It isn’t lack of interest so much as it is the fact that he’s rarely comfortable enough to start talking to someone. But his curiosity is far too great when it comes to Iwaizumi. The man is different from the others in the band. He never asks Kenma questions, never tries to pry, and respects his personal space, though he does smile at him occasionally and he makes great coffee.

Iwaizumi doesn’t turn to look at him but he smiles a little, his dimple barely visible. “Yeah, it’s just one of those nights, you know?”

Kenma nods because he does in fact know. Leaning forward, he rests his chin on the metal and winces when the cold hits him harder than he expected, but it’s not a bad sensation. The wind feels nice, just this side of chilly, and the silence is welcome. They don’t live in a good neighborhood, and there’s always fighting and loud music and an absurd amount of yelling.

But on this night, at 2:47 in the morning, with the stars hiding behind the clouds and the moon nowhere in sight, Kenma has never liked this place better. Iwaizumi’s presence is strangely comforting, and the sound of his every inhale followed by a soft exhale makes Kenma unconsciously sync with him.

“Do you like it here so far?”

The tone of Iwaizumi’s voice makes it abundantly clear that Kenma is free to ignore the question if he wants to. He appreciates that, and decides to answer honestly.

“Haven’t really been here long enough to decide,” he says, eyes sliding shut, “but I think I’m going to stay just a little longer, if that’s alright with you.”

Iwaizumi huffs out a laugh, and it’s strangely endearing. “No problems here.” He brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a long drag, and Kenma watches as he blows out the smoke with a sigh, a white cloud forming into the silent darkness of the night. The metal of his tongue piercing shimmers when the headlights of a passing car shines on it, and Kenma’s breath hitches in his throat.

Iwaizumi offers him the cigarette without turning to look at him and Kenma accepts it gratefully. He takes a generous drag of his own and the feel of the smoke calms him with its familiarity. Blowing out the smoke with a lengthy exhale, he hands it back to Iwaizumi, and he feels a new bond form. It’s intimate in a way he’s never felt before, warm even when it’s cold, and he actually likes it. Might even get used to it.

He finally turns to face the man and takes in his profile, and it keeps surprising him, how handsome the raven-head really is. “Has Kuroo always been this insufferable?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen at the question before he starts laughing, loud and deep, and Kenma finds himself smiling along.

“You could say that, though Oikawa is right up there with him.” Iwaizumi winks, a playful smile dancing on his lips, “Don’t tell him I said that though.”

Kenma covers his mouth dramatically and Iwaizumi nods his approval. The two grin and face the street again.

The view isn’t terrible, if Kenma’s being honest. They aren’t high enough for him to feel anxious, but he can easily see the park a few metres away. A sigh of content escapes him and Iwaizumi mirrors it and they just stand there, shrouded by the comfortable silence between them that mingles with the silence of the night.

It’s nice, Kenma decides. It’s nice.

Hurricane AU

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Can you believe this is the moment Even decides he’s going to kiss Isak? The way he looks him up and down and reads every emotion on Isak’s face knowing just as well that Isak wants him to do it? 
Can you believe the way his jaw clenches, the way it looks like he’s swallowing, how scared he must have been, how he smiles fondly and his eyes light up as he decides he’s going to kiss him, but how much he was psyching himself up like? It’s time! You can do it! Just move in closer, a little at a time. 
The way he arches his neck, the way he moves in fragments almost like he’s being as precise and careful as possible, like this is going to be it! I’ve been trying so hard to do anything I can to even just talk to this boy I saw on the first day of school and now here he is. 
Then we have Isak who is staring at the ground, completely frozen as this boy, this tall, funny, insanely handsome boy who had stared him dead in the eyes as he was dancing moves in. Can you imagine how nervous Isak was, the butterflies in his stomach? But how badly he was just like ! please ! do ! it !
BUT can you believe Even was slow, waiting to see if Isak would object, waiting to see if he was comfortable, not just forcing himself on Isak?
Can you believe that Even Bech Næsheim did all that, went the extra mile to do THAT, to really think about every single move he made, and still be just as nervous, just as scared, because yes he is Extra Even, cool, collected, Even who seems to exude confidence, but he’s also Even who has internal issues, Even who is just as terrified because he could easily be rejected, he could easily be mistaken, he could fumble and embarrass himself, but he decides to do it anyways because this may just be the only time he can, especially after what he saw with Isak and Emma? 
He needed to make a move now, or he was going to lose him. 
And so he does, he leans in, he moves close, and grapples with those last few seconds right before he’s about to kiss Isak, right before he’s about to finally do it, and then- 

                                         can you b e l i e v e