you e me

genocii  asked:

“Why do you fight?”

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        “ * ‘m not. i don’t.

                                                       ( * DODGE. )

                                                                                                         the swing of a K N I F E.

                                       “ * ‘s called karmic retribution. ”
                                                                                    you dirty f r e a k , remains UNSAID.

                  ( * FIGHT. )

                                                                      a slew of B O N E S .

                                                                           * why do you fight? ”

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH Y'ALL!!!!!! !

ft. Georgi as the good supportive friend and also as the one who drove them there because no one trusts Viktor with a car anymore

Boi, can you believe it’s already been a whole year since Horikoshi saved my life

The universe didn’t seem to want me to draw today, but it was too good of an episode I just couldn’t not draw something 

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Standing before me was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven’s feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight. They twinkled with amusement as he beheld me.

His clothes - all black, all finely made - were cut close enough to his body that I could see how magnificent he was. As if he’d been molded from the night itself.

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Hello yes today’s prompt’s nature and I’m super weak for Bakugou feeling mushy feelings (though you’re being weird again Blasty stop that)

Do you remember when you were a child

and your mother kept telling you

“Don’t look directly at the sun or you will go blind.”

?

Well, you are the sun.

And I keep looking, looking, looking,

Until my eyes burn and tears fall down my cheeks,

But I do not close my eyes.

You burn so brightly I can still see you clearly behind my eyelids when my night falls because I live for your light and I cannot let you go, and even if I will turn blind I want you to be the last thing I’ll ever see, your hand clasped in mine.

A love letter to you from the Moon, from Dionysus, from Grantaire.