Jay has quite a few scars - there’s the feral scratch on his left cheek, the scratches from that time a deathclaw nearly gutted him, assorted bullet and knife scars, and so on, but the scars that he pays most attention and cares about the most are the molerat bites on his right arm from Vault 81. They aren’t very big, and they aren’t ugly, but they ARE right there on the forearm so he sees them frequently, and they ARE a constant reminder of his molerat disease even when he’s feeling good and it hasn’t flared up in a while. ;u; Like a constant little fuck youuuu right there on his arm.
@danisnotonfire: i have fully embraced pastel and have rebranded to DanielDreamX subscribe for flower crown hauls and nail painting tutorials
AU inspired by Dan’s tweet this morning.
I did this instead of studying for a test in bio this morning.
I want to be in the game. I want to stay here longer. I want to stay with these guys. Give me the thrill of the court. I want to fight with these guys longer. Let me feel out of breath. Let me stand here. I want to touch the ball. I want to fight. I want to throw up a toss with my own hands over and over. Then, we’ll win the match that’s right in front of us!
Happy birthday, my beloved mom Pam! (｡’▽’｡)♡ @09kageyama [08.09]
If I’m dating you, that means I’m dating all of you. I want to know all your favorite things, and listen to you endlessly about what you’re passionate about. I want you excitedly talking too loud about how you’re going to change the world. I want to know about your siblings, and have lunch with your parents. I want to know if you have a good relationship with your family or not, and why. I want to know your fears and anxieties and what keeps you awake at night. I want to know when you first learned how to ride a bike, and when you got your first heart break. I want to know about the summer you felt most alive. I want to know about how you planned your wedding as a child, and the names you picked out for your hypothetical children. I want to know your mood just by looking at your face. I want to know who your best friends are. I want us to be able to communicate with an expression, and to have so many inside jokes it feels like we’re living in our own world. When I date you, I don’t want just a portion, I want the whole damn thing. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the down right perfect. I don’t settle for half ass relationships.