ugh i hate these two


I like to believe that whenever Kuroo is taking Kenma out for dates, he doesn’t speak.. Instead he is content enough just staring at him. Which ofc makes Kenma uncomfortable af.

Anonymous said: Melvin egyptian [AU] or Ryou egyptian[AU]

BOTH. I especially love them together. <3

(I’m trying to give an “Ancient, fairytale-ish" feel with this, I hope the colors don’t blind anyone, lol.)

I still can’t believe this.

I found out something so incredible and unreal today? I’m shaking as I type this and I’m going to try to explain it in the best way possible …okay so last month I bought my parents tickets to a twenty one pilots show because they’ve really grown to like the band which makes me happy. Anyways my mom was picking me up today and saying how excited she was for the show and how she went on the facebook page for the radio station the show’s going to be at and one person commented “21 pilots? don’t you think thats deceiving? there’s only two of them” and I said “ugh I hate when people say that, they don’t even know the meaning behind the band’s name” so my mom asked what the meaning was and I told her about the play and how that tied into the meaning…while this was happening my mom’s eyes got huge and she started to cry and I got confused as to why. it didn’t make any sense to me so I asked her if she was okay and then she started to tell me a story…

so my mom’s a nurse and has taken care of many many many patients and she obviously can’t remember all of them. She starts to tell me about how a few years ago she was taking care of an elderly man who suffered from severe panic attacks as a result of PTSD. The man was an airplane mechanic for the military in WWII. My mom would sit with him and hold his hand and talk with him through his panic attacks. She learned a lot about him and his past. The man was an airplane mechanic and in charge of assembling airplane parts. Once, he noticed that the parts he received were faulty and told his boss immediately, expecting to have to stop production, however his boss instructed him to still use the parts and assemble the planes. The man was really distraught because as it turns out, the planes he assembled crashed as a result of the faulty parts which resulted in the death of “over twenty pilots” (he would say this a lot))(my mom had heard this story over and over and over again). A few years later the man could no longer take his panic attacks and PTSD and ended up killing himself. My mom had never forgotten this mad and he was actually her favorite patient. She would sit and help him through his panic attacks, even off the clock. His death had always affected my mom deeply and I distantly remember her being really upset over his death. Obviously this isn’t the protagonist of the story, but this man definitely played a part and it affected him deeply.

At first I thought my mom was joking, this couldn’t be, it was too similar. Too unreal to be true. I didn’t even think that All My Sons was based off a true story, but I looked it up and it was a true story. My mom and I started crying and freaking out because it was such a coincidence. This is my favorite band, and a story they were built upon. They helped me save my life and this story is very close to my heart(i have tattoo that expresses the moral of the band very closely tied with the story of All My Sons). This is so unbelievable and warms my heart. All i know now is that I connect with this band more than I ever thought possible. 


SHINRA Week | Day IV [Favorite Relationship]
“Would you mind keeping my folks company for a while?”

Josh x Reader :)
Fluffy sorta Smutty thing (if anyone has smut requests im down js)
TW: Kind of smutty but not fully yknow


You wake up early to the smell of sweet hot chocolate, smiling. You stand up and stretch, noticing the snow flurries dancing in the air outside your window.

You walk through the house, hugging Josh from behind. He turns around and kisses your cheek, his eyes squinting with a smile.

“Morning baby doll, hot chocolate?” Josh asks, admiring how cute you look in his big sweatshirt and basketball shorts. You nod, nuzzling your face in his neck.

He lifts the pot of steaming liquid and pours it into two mugs, handing one to you.

“Thank you, Joshy,” you coo, ruffling his soft hair. He playfully glares at you.

“Ugh, I hate that nickname,” he teases, as the two of you sit down on the sofa.

“Well,” you start, clicking your nails on your mug, “you’re my Joshy and I love you.”

He blushes slightly, sipping his hot chocolate. You giggle, setting your mug down before kissing him gently. His soft lips taste sweet against yours, and you run your hands through his hair.

Josh pulls away, panting slightly. He sets his cup down next to yours and kisses you again, his hands traveling down your hips. You moan slightly into his mouth, and he shivers. His tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth a bit.

He slides his tongue in, and your breath hitched. He pulls away. “Y/N, do you want to do this? This is up to you,” he whispers, looking into your eyes.

You feel your insecurities build up, looking down at your body subconsciously. He tilts your head up, and kisses your forehead. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. I love you, no matter what.”

“I love you too…I’m ready Josh. I want us to go to the next level. I wouldn’t want anybody else to be my first,” you said, biting your lip softly.

He kisses your lips, your cheeks, nose, jawline, and down your neck. You gasp slightly at the feeling of his moist lips on your sensitive skin, holding back moans. He looks up at you with his warm brown eyes, sucking at your throat softly.

He slid his hands to the hem of the dark sweatshirt, his hands shaking slightly.


He looks up at you. “Y/N, is it okay if we just cuddle? I-I don’t want to hurt you, or make you uncomfortable, b-but if you wanna keep going…” Josh trailed off, his nervous expression intensifying.

You could tell he wasn’t being completely truthful.

You could see in his eyes that his anxiety was off the charts. You knew Josh had body image issues, despite how gorgeous he was. You kiss his lips softly.

“That’s fine with me, Joshy. I love you,” you giggle, nuzzling him.

You and Josh spend the snow day drinking hot chocolate, cuddling, and making bad puns. You didn’t need to have sex with Josh to prove that he loved you. Seeing his squishy-smile and sparkling eyes and the way he blushed when you kissed or complimented him proved how much he loved you.

You were so desperately, hopelessly, utterly in love with your beautiful snow king.

Every time this person pop up in the Fr//eed Just//ine tag with their Mi//raxus I feel so much negativity wellng up god