like to bits

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Everyone told Rein that he shouldn’t wear that stupid ass shirt when he was going out to pick up the new “transfer” agent from the airport. In his defense, he said that it was his “lucky” shirt and that he wanted to give a welcoming appearance for them.

Cerys’ first impression of Rein was that she thought he was some eccentric uber driver who talked about food a lot.

like it like it is pt. 2

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A series of drabbles counting down the six weeks from Iwaizumi’s birthday to Oikawa’s.


Tooru is talkative.

Sure, he knows how to be quiet when it counts, but his default mode is chatty.

When they’re tucked away in their shared apartment, limbs sprawled haphazardly over the other, breathing synced and the television on low, Tooru’s voice is what fills Hajime’s silences.

He knows how the silence eats away at him.

How it picks away at him, unraveling him; how hard it is.

How heavy.

Most people are turned off by the fact that Hajime doesn’t talk very much. They take his sharp looks and slow, contemplative silences as a signal that he doesn’t want to hear what he likes to say, that he likes the silence.

Liking the silence. It’s almost an amusing thought.

“Hajime,” Tooru says, his voice quiet and heavy with fatigue. He nudges Hajime with his nose, nuzzling against his chest. Hajime moves his hand up Tooru’s arm, thumbs brushing across his shoulder lazily. He traces patterns, soft swirls moving into circles. He hums to show he’s listening, as always, so Tooru keeps going. “You were right, too, you know? About that guy in my class? I thought he was just an idiot, but turns out he was just nervous about the presentation, too…”

Hajime closes his eyes, focusing in on the sound of Tooru’s voice, on rumble in his chest as he talks. Low, relaxed. Constant. He laughs, shifting his weight, and Hajime takes the opportunity to pull him a little closer.

“I wish you coulda seen him, Hajime. It was like watching a train wreck. I didn’t even know what to say - he just kept talking and talking and oh my god, even the prof was laughing his ass off by the end of it.” He snorts a little, trying to hide it behind his hand, embarrassed, but Hajime always sees it. He just smiles, pressing his nose into Tooru’s hair, leaving a small kiss there.

Tooru’s skin on his is warm and soft. The slide of their limbs together sends little shivers up his spine. He’s not wearing anything other than a pair of boxers, and Hajime appreciates the closeness, loves the skin-on-skin contact. Tooru keeps talking, warm and comforting and safe, each word breaking down Hajime’s walls. slowly. At just a pace Hajime is comfortable with.

He starts leaning closer the more he talks, the later it gets; he sighs into Hajime’s touches, which get a little harder, more insistent. Hajime squeezes Tooru’s shoulder blades, sliding his hands down his back, feeling the strong muscles there from much hard work. Tooru inhales when Hajime massages his fingers in, working out the tension in his back. Hajime knows that he spends way too many hours hunched over his desk, pencil in hand, agonizing over every little piece of the puzzle of his work, delicately creating works of art, sometimes getting so into it he forgets to eat.

Every day ends like this. Sometimes earlier in the evening, other times not until three in the morning when they’re smelling of cheap beer and cigarette smoke, stumbling in and laughing as they catch each other in the doorway, hurried kisses shared as they try to navigate back to the bedroom.

“How was your day?” Tooru asks, not opening his eyes. He shifts a little to give Hajime better access, stretching out his toes when Hajime hits a spot just right. “Good?”

Hajime nods slowly, now comfortable. It’s just him and Tooru, alone and safe in their bedroom; the curtains drawn tight and their phones long forgotten, tucked away into backpacks. Everything else is forgotten and finally, at last, the Hajime that only Tooru knows comes to light.

“Yeah,” he says, digging his fingers into Tooru’s lower back, smiling when he keens a little, “It was good… my train was late in the morning, though, so I was almost late to class. And my pink lighter, you know, the one with the flowers on it?”

“Your favourite one?” Tooru asks lazily, lifting his head to throw Hajime a smirk.

Tooru may be talkative, but he also really knows how to listen.

Hajime smiles. “Yeah,” he responds, leaning down to kiss the smirk right off his face. “That one. Well, I’d left it on our patio table, so I couldn’t even have a smoke while I waited for it…”

June 19: “You can’t recycle wasted time.”link

June 22: “Take the risk or lose the chance.”link

June 25: “To change your life, you need to change your priorities.”link

Scott Borchetta’s recent tweets featuring quotes attributed to unknown.

Dear friends,

I haven’t been able to think of anything, so I’d like to take a couple of sketch requests! If you’d like me to draw something or have a suggestion, please message me!

They might take a while, but I’ll do my best to finish em within this lifetime (´▽`)

Made with SoundCloud

omfg y’all. It seriously just now occurred to me… that the running joke in Daesung’s Dome Tour earlier this year was “Show me something!” So now he’s gone and done it and named his next tour the D Show. The D Show.

What’s he gonna show us? His D? We gonna see One Night D-LITE come out to play?

Why. Why is he like thisssss

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The Bug Collection is go!

In addition to plants, animals, and outlaws, you’ll occasionally see bugs while roaming the prairie. While they mainly serve to add visual interest to maps, once you meet Petunia the entomologist, you’ll want to keep a closer eye on the ground… help her collect enough of them and you’ll be rewarded with a prize!

Bugs are shy creatures, though, and many are only found in certain areas, at certain times of year, or during certain weather. Catching them all will be no easy task! Maybe some of the townspeople can give you tips on finding those rarer ones…

anonymous asked:

You both could have been a lot more understanding of the circumstances each of you are going to that lead to your behaviour, you both overreacted and you owe each other apologies for hurting each other. One of you will have to be the bigger person and swallow their pride to reach out first.

Tim: They aren’t wrong. 

Mathias: I know, it’s just- I messed up. He probably hates me now and… I just need time, I guess. To figure everything out?

Tim: Alright, take it slow, Mat. 


Emil: They are right, Lukas.

Lukas: I’m not swallowing anything but cum, and I have no dick to suck anymore. I don’t have to do anything, because I don’t care about any of this. 

Emil: Lukas, you can’t- *sigh* Give him time to cool down, I guess. 

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Here is how I imagine part of chapter one to play out~

(The second pannel is a bit hard to read but it basically reads as one row and two columns.)

So let me shed a little light on how this begins. Kara ends up becoming a priest and he’s come to a new church.

He’s pretty much been alone his whole life. It’s like an alternate universe where he doesn’t have any of his brothers with him and when he does meet them he doesn’t recognize them. But he’s felt like something has been missing all along. That something is. Wrong.

The commander and deity of this world is Choro. Kara isn’t really praying to him persay, just God generally. Oso makes a joke about this out of bitterness for Choro’s position of power. He’s also just messing with Kara.

Oso is there because he seeks to get Kara on his side; the dark side, basically. He is gathering the others to gain allies and a greater collective power. Oso also happens to miss his brothers and he’s frustrated because he can’t seem to remember them very well. Kara does not know that this is his intention, but knows that seeing a demon is bad news. But he can’t really get Oso to go away. He keeps appearing somehow.

As the story progresses we meet the 3 younger brothers and each of the characters would play an important role.

And believe me. As much as I am going to have jokes there will be angst.

honestly i have no freaking idea Why some shalads send antis hate on hd when were literally not the same person, like, do you think Every anti is connected to some kinda net And we just Retell everything to her Even tho some of us dont even know her? or do you think Antis just have some kind of mind-net and the info just Leaves our minds and travels straight to hd? Like, sry but thats a bit stupid lol 

idk are yall just scared of HD? or just prefer to bother minors bcos u think theyre easier to bother?