i hope this satisfies you :)

“don’t look down, just keep your eyes ahead of you”

victuri howl’s moving castle au gives me life….man…..

long mornings and longer thoughts

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「  O R A N G E  」Final. Letter 13

If you ever cry alone again, or even if the day comes when you find just living to be painful, then I promise I’ll save you again and again.

Your Worst Nightmare

Summary: Dan can’t sleep–he never can. And it’s thanks to the demon under his bed.

TW: uhhh scary demon shit. idk when @mangothatismelancholy was reading it she was legitimately scared so idkkk

Genre: angst

Word Count: 5k

(here’s a drawing @societyshottheunicorns01​ made!)

(and a drawing @haleykinz​ made!)

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Victuuriweek 2017 ❙ Day 2: Travelling

Yuuri: Long Distance/Reunion

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#watchfuturama meme [7/10 scenes]: Fry and Leela’s first (actual) kiss

“Then I am the most important person in the universe.”

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Taehyung being savage af.

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she was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal

sapphic luna moodboard for @dokyuns-snowdreamer

cosmog has a gift for you~ and wishes you a wonderful day, regardless of whether you’re in a relationship!
remember to take good care of yourself today, too! ♥

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Yata Misaki & Fushimi Saruhiko
Lost Small World Stage Play

Missing Trains at 2am (m)

Word Count: 5,739

Warning: Jimin Smut

A Christmas special based on an anon request I got~

You swung your backpack onto your back, staring up at the green digits that jumped around the grey screen stressfully. Names appeared where others vanished, some turning red as if to spread panic when your eyes checked them. Out of a nervous habit, you chewed on your lower lip, trying to find the specific name you were looking for between the sea of moving letters.

Right then, you found it, and your body froze.

“Fuck!”

You started running, your feet dragging you forward through the slim crowd of people as fast as they could. Heads turned as your feet collided with the ground like stones, your breath so irregular that you sounded like you were gasping for air. The voices of people you bumped into, their shoulders crashing into yours, chased after you as you kept moving forward, counting the numbers by the staircases like crazy. Nine, ten, eleven, far from the twenty-one you were looking for. Still, time was not showing any mercy to you. As you ran, you could almost feel the seconds pass by, nearing the finish line much too quickly.

Dammit, why had you postponed it until so late at night?

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