save this house

you can see the exact point where i got tired of writing carefully

anyway @starryfrost @mingesu u kno what to do
(if u wanna ;0)

Overheard at School Part I
  • Gryffindor: "How much do strippers get paid? I really want to drop out to skip this exam.”
  • Ravenclaw: "Not that much. Prostitutes get paid more”
  • Hufflepuff: "I want money, not STDs.”
  • Slytherin: "Well, you’re not the best dancer, so prostitution would be the most viable career option.”

i can’t believe dan smith thought it was weird and embarrassing for him to love his own album cover,,,dude u r allowed to be proud of ur work man ur allowed to like ur stuff stop worrying me w ur self loathing modesty

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This time i draw the young ver…..yup…ahahaha! ;D i love that i draw mccree again omg 

(sorry to make you guys laugh…???) XDD and yeh~ Mercy,Fareeha,Jesse,and Jack…i dunno why, it just fits XD i gues more haunted house meme soon again? ;D

“C’mon- shit!” Hanamaki grunts.

“Fuck!” Iwaizumi shouts.

Matsukawa freezes at the front door. He blinks at the bronze number, thinking about whatever scenarios could be happening on the other side of the door. From the loud grunts that the entire floor could hear, he can only come to one conclusion. Or two.

Carefully, he slowly opens the door and peeks around it, looking at the living room. They’re not on the couch. His eyes wander elsewhere. Maybe they’re in the kitchen?

Wait. Oh god, no.

“C’mon, you guys!” Matsukawa shouts, dashing towards the kitchen. “We eat in there!”

He pushes open the kitchen door and glances over to the kitchen island to find his boyfriends arm wrestling.

“Of course,” Matsukawa sighs, half-relieved, half-disappointed. He knew it would be the first scenario. He throws his keys on the counter.

Watching these two arm wrestle was always the greatest experience he ever had. But now they’ve been happening way too often, and as much at Matsukawa doesn’t mind watching the display, it was always gonna be over something silly.

“It was your turn to do it!” Iwaizumi growls, tightening the already iron grip he has on Hanamaki’s hand as he tries to push it down on the table. “I’m not losing again!”

Matsukawa’s face drops. Of course it was gonna be over something like chores.

“No way in hell!” Hanamaki shouts, jabbing his toes into Iwaizumi’s shins.

Iwaizumi howls and glares at him as he clenches his own hand in an attempt to crush Hanamaki’s. “I’ve been working all day!”

“The gym doesn’t count as work!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widen in rage and he pushes even harder on Hanamaki’s hand. “I haven’t been there all day unlike some people!”

Matsukawa sighs and buries his face in his hands. “Can someone for the love of god please decide whose gonna cook dinner?”

Both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki pause and whip their heads around to stare at him with fire in their eyes. “Why don’t you do it?!”

Matsukawa rears back a little but he still glares at the two nonetheless. “Because I’ve been working all day and I’m starving.”

Iwaizumi clicks his tongue and turns back to face Hanamaki. “Well it’s gonna be decided when I finally kick this guy’s ass!”

“The hell you are!” Hanamaki shouts, leaning forward to try and put more strength into his hand. It doesn’t seem to work, and his hand starts to get lower and lower.

Matsukawa leans against another counter and watches the muscles in their arms strain, and he can clearly see how purple their fingers have gotten. Hanamaki’s lips look swollen from biting on them, and Iwaizumi’s forehead wrinkles make him look more like an old man than someone who’s concentrating. How long have they been doing this? Whose idea was—

His thoughts stop completely at Hanamaki’s shrill shrieking when Iwaizumi finally slams his poor hand into the table.

“Weak!” Iwaizumi shouts, raising his fists into the air victoriously and rising from his seat. The chair falls backwards against the counter with a loud ‘clunk’.

Hanamaki grunts a little, wiggling his hand to get rid of the pain. “Damn you to hell,” he grits out, cradling his hand.

Finally, damn,” Matsukawa sighs, leisurely pushing himself away from the counter. “Someone won.”

Hanamaki looks at him in disbelief. “Don’t you even care about me and my poor hand!? How am I gonna cook?”

Iwaizumi looks at him with a sympathetic pout. “Aww babe, it’ll be okay.” Matsukawa can clearly see the mischief on his face. He gently grabs Hanamaki’s hand and massages the palm and his fingers. “I’ll help you. I can be the taste tester.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Hanamaki shrieks. He doesn’t pull his hand away from Iwaizumi’s, however.

“I was rooting for Hajime to be honest,” Matsukawa says. “Sorry Hiro.”

“Ha!” Iwaizumi barks.

“Are you shitting me, Issei?!” Hanamaki wails.

“I kinda like your food better, anyway.”

“Oi!” Iwaizumi shouts, completely offended.

4

(っ`꒳´ς) An app game I played and unexpectedly there was a yandere! Is one of goodroid games and you can download it at Google Play here, but a head’s up is in Japanese. BUMMER?!

But hey the good news is that the game is a 100% free, in exchange for your time.