should stop tagging now

When you find out a show has a canon asexual character and you attempt to watch three seasons in two days.

Originally posted by horseman-bojack


Jonsa AU: Harry Potter

Jon as Harry Potter, Sansa as Ginny Weasley
“Jon looked around; there was Sansa running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Jon kissed her.”

Dazatsu Week 2017- Day Four: Free Day

So I made this for the Dazatsu Week: Sleeping Atsushi with Dazai, and I’m super late T-T but here is my entry anyway.

Oh and a bonus!!



john steinbeck // ジョン・スタインベック


every mitch outfit: ptxperience edition (part one) // (part two) (three) (four)


Dedicated to my angst king, @bunny-yams. You aren’t just dude. You’re my dude.

Soft sunlight flowed through the air, a stillness falling over the graveyard as the steady grey rows of tombstones were interrupted every few steps by a bouquet of flowers. The color popped out from behind a grave, resting on another one, being all that was left of the memory that someone loved a person now gone. Sighing softly, Thomas reached his destination and sat down in front of the grave he had come to see. The soft dirt snuck under the corners of his fingernails and blades of grass bent gently as he rested, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath before opening them once more.

A small bouquet of wilted flowers caught his eye. They were daisies- well, they had been daisies. Bright white shining in the sunlight reduced to nothing more than a dull yellowed brown, like tea-soaked parchment. Thomas brushed the dying flowers aside and placed a pink rose on the grass where the daisies had been laying. Alexander had never been particularly fond of daisies, anyways.

He could almost hear Alexander now, berating him for thinking that daisies, of all things, would be an acceptable thing to place on his grave. And Thomas would laugh softly before reminding Alexander that the dead have no choice whether or not daisies get placed on their graves. Then maybe he would hear Alexander mumble a soft thanks for the rose. If Thomas closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the soft breeze passing by was Alexander pressing a kiss to his forehead. Almost.

“I miss you,” Thomas stated, not opening his eyes as he spoke to the gravestone in front of him. “I know that you don’t expect me to, and I know that I don’t want to, but I miss you.” Thomas could feel the world turning back time around him, and played with the idea of days and weeks and months passing by in a flash, leaves floating back up to trees and returning to a vibrant green instead of a bold scarlet.

He could feel the grass beneath him like the way it had when he’d rushed over to Alexander after the shorter man had fallen from a tree. ‘I don’t need you to help me up,’ Alexander had said, cheeks blushing a soft pink, and Thomas had chuckled and extended his arm anyways, which Alexander gladly took. Steadying himself, he’d flashed Thomas a shy smile and held his hand tighter. Thomas reached his hand down and tightly gripped the grass beneath him, desperate to remember the feeling of Alexander’s hand in his.

Thomas took in another deep breath, the cool air sharp on his tongue like the taste of that awful mint bubblegum Alexander had liked to chew while he worked. Thomas couldn’t even attempt to count how many times Alexander had blown a bubble only for it to pop in his face and get in his hair. He could barely even keep track of the creative swears Alexander would use. After all, you never truly attempt to memorize something if you don’t know you’ll never fully experience it again.

He could still hear Alexander yelling, if he let his mind wander far enough. Yelling at him in meetings and arguments about small issues- big ones, too. Things only one of them did that both of them regretted for entirely different reasons. Alexander would always punctuate his words during arguments by throwing his arms up into the air, showing off the many scars he’d received over the years. He knew every scar on Alexander’s skin, each story behind them more hazy in his mind than the last.

Sitting at Alexander’s grave in the mid-September sunlight, Thomas came to a conclusion. Life was like studying for a test. You read and review the major parts, let them chase through your mind like Alexander chased through the halls of the office when he had a startling idea. But the small details? The specific flavor of mint gum, or the exact words spoken in your last conversation to a loved one? Those were the things you overlooked. Those were the things you wished more than anything you could remember. Wish that you could somehow go back in time and tell your past self that this, this is important, this is the thing you need. Because soon enough you’ll wish you were able to remember it. And you won’t.

Thomas opened his eyes and smiled sadly at the inscription of the gravestone before standing and turning, walking away. Life was a test. And death was simply realizing you didn’t remember quite enough of the memories you’d taken for granted.

izzica answered your question: “IM GOING ON A RICK AND MORTY HYPE whoooo has some suggestions I can…”

morty who’s super duper drunk off ricks stash and is super sad??? maybe morty who trashes ricks garage (lab) bc he’s just so angry at rick being gone (turning himself in??). morty just being troubled bc rick, his only friend, is gone.

Thank you for the suggestion! I honestly really wanted to draw the trashing the garage thing (a+ idea btw), but as you can see my skill with backgrounds is suuuuuppperr limited lmao ;;;


a tradition older than man

older than the skies and the seas

older than the universe itself

nobody knos where these elusive images come from,,,, some say they are the remnants of an ancient society,,,,,,,,,,others, communication from a faraway galaxy,,,

I find it interesting how antis say that “teen x adult is abusive!!!!”? Like, yes, they can be but so can adult x adult and teen x teen so please just shut up.

LATER, CHIRRUT SLEEPS next to me. […] He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet smell of his body. I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have? (insp.)

try the kool-aid.


My real self, the self I have always been from a child, is a loner and nerd, slightly overweight, with a very heavy fringe. That is who I was as a kid. I don’t think I will ever be anything other than that.

 So here’s my first request ! I hope you enjoy it and it’s not too terrible ! I put it under the cut bc it turned out a little longer than expected ???

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying. He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.” with Kuroo. Thank you in advance!

For some reason whenever I type something, Tumblr wants to delete it so I’m praying that my stuff WILL STOP GETTING DELETED. Sorry that this took so long! Also, btw you’re all beautiful & when you read this, please don’t think that I think that y’all are crusty cause y’all rock. This is really LONG & didn’t go the way you probably wanted it so I deeply apologize. 

Originally posted by denisvev

It all happened on a dark evening. Kuroo was walking you home from one of their games. It had ran a little later than y’all thought it would and when you tried to leave, Kuroo insisted that he walk you home. Lately, you’ve been feeling a little different towards the middle blocker. You wanted to give in to these new mixed feelings, but you just felt that you wouldn’t be right for Kuroo. He was the guy everyone at school looked up to. Not only that, he was way too good looking and smart for you. You just couldn’t make yourself believe that you two would be good together. Honestly, you felt like you would only drag him down. 

You didn’t realize how deep in thought you were because when you came to, Kuroo was shaking you by the shoulders. “Hey (Y/n), are you ok? You’ve been out of it since we left the gym.” You smiled and gave him a vigorous nod, “I’m fine, really! I’m just still in awe of how well you played tonight!” Kuroo looked at you with a relieved smile, “Oh good…hey (Y/n), I just wanted to say thank you for always coming to my games. It means a lot to me, I mean heck, you even come to the away games. Sometimes they’re like two hours away, it’s just cool cause you’re like my own personal cheerleader and…it makes me happy to know you’re cheering for me.” 

Your heart started to palpitate harder than it ever had. You could feel your face turning bright red from embarrassment. Could he even hear your heart beat, was that even possible? You grabbed the hem of your skirt and fiddled with it, feeling quite fidgety. “Oh um…what do you mean Kuroo?” He scratched the back of his head, his normal composure gone. You could sense that he was a little nervous. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while (Y/n) but I never knew how to come out and say it. I even asked Kenma for advice about this but he said to just come out and say it. Crazy how I had to ask a guy like him about something like this…anyways, I was wondering if you’d go out with me?” 

Your heart twisted and turned, the boy of your dreams asked you out! This had to be a dream, it just had to be! But soon, reality hit you like a train. There was no way you could go out with him, it would ruin his reputation. Wait a second though, it almost didn’t cross your mind but this had to be a prank. It all made sense now, of course! Somebody like him would never love someone like you. You started to laugh at little, “Kuroo-kun, you’re so funny!” The tall bed head looked at you with a frown, “I’m not kidding (Y/n). This isn’t a joke…are you making fun of me?” 

You’re laughing ceased, “You’re not joking?” He had a serious expression on his face, “Of course not! Why would I joke about something like this?” Guilt washed over your body, man did you feel bad. Besides that, he actually liked you. The pain of having to reject him hurt more than anything in the world. You loved Kuroo but you knew that it was best for the both of you if you weren’t together. 

You placed a gentle hand on his arm, “Kuroo, I’m sorry but…I don’t deserve your love. You’re a great guy but-” He pulled away from you, “I know you’re not giving me that cliche rejection speech right now…you can’t do that (Y/n), you just can’t!” Ouch. But he was right, he didn’t deserve that, he deserved so much more. “You know what…you’re right. You are absolutely right. I’m not going to give you a cliche answer. Kuroo, I love you. I’ve loved you since the ninth grade! You’re the guy everyone wants to be friends with, not only that, but you’re kind and you look out for other people! When you walk into a room, everyones faces light up, especially my face Kuroo! When I’m with you, I feel relaxed. My anxiety level comes down all the way from a 100 to a freaking zero. There are so many things I want to tell you, like the way you run your hand through your hair when you’re nervous and and how when you’re about to finish a test, your hand twitches because you’re writing so fast because you’re so eager to finish that test, or maybe how you cringe a little when your food touches at lunch time.” Kuroo’s face was in awe of your passionate speech, he opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him. 

“I’ve loved you since day one but Kuroo, you deserve better. You deserve the girl that gets the really good grades, that doesn’t panic at the cash register when the cashier hands back her change, the girl that doesn’t have insecurities about her crooked teeth. Granted, I should’ve worn my retainer after I had braces but still…anyways that’s not the point.” You took a deep breath and finally said what you had to say. “I love you with all my heart, but I’m not the girl for you. Frankly Kuroo, you deserve so much more. I don’t deserve you’re love, and I can’t give you what you want. I appreciate your feelings and trust me, you made me the happiest girl in the world tonight but our love would never truly bloom the way you want it to. I’m so sorry.” That was the last thing you said before you stormed off. You didn’t want him to see the tears that ran down your face. 

Kuroo stood there, he didn’t know how to react. His heart said to chase after you but his mind told him no. How he longed to hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loved you. How he loved the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled or how he loved the way your perfume smelled after walking out of practice with sweaty guys. Your presence was so relaxing to him, and you would never know how much he thought how you deserved better. He wanted to take the chance and ask you out, to finally make you his, but that chance flew straight out the window, and there was nothing he could do about it. 

A few days later 

Kuroo was sitting in the locker room with Kenma after a hard practice. Kenma, despite not wanting to hear the cringe details, asked his best friend how the other night went. Kuroo didn’t have the chance to tell Ken how you rejected him, so the gamer probably assumed that the two of you were a happy couple. “Honestly Kenma, it didn’t go very well. She full on rejected me, she gave me the greatest speech about all the little details she noticed about me. Heck Kenma, she even told me she loved me!” Kenma looked up from his game, “So then why aren’t you guys together if she loves you?” Kuroo sighed, “I don’t know…but the saddest thing is that when I told her I loved her, she thought I was lying. She never believed someone could fall in love with her.” 

All of a sudden Kenma had a serious expression on his face, “Girls are really complicated.” Kuroo lowered his head in response, “You’ve got that right.” The two of them continued to talk it out, trying to think of anything that would convince you otherwise. Finally, Kenma said, “Why don’t you just give her some time? She might come around eventually, let her grow some more. One day, she’ll realize the chance she missed, and maybe, just maybe, she’ll come back to you.” Kuroo smiled and gave Kenma a pat on the head, “Yeah…maybe you’re right.” For the rest of the day Kuroo and Kenma talked about a new video game that came out as they walked home together, cherishing their time together.

Thanks for requesting!