If I Was A Nurse And My Son Called Me To Tell Me His Husband Burned Himself In A Hotel Shower I Would

dancing in the night on this dance floor excuse me for eliminating the men without rhythm dancing all the night in this rotten era lets stir up a wave of battles, viva samurai ☆

It’s that time of the year, folks!

so if i were to make a post about what baseball positions i think bllk characters would play would that be a thing we are interested in . i love baseball and softball and the blue lock hyperfixation is not going Anywhere so like are we wanting this orrrrrr . . .

EDIT : hey y'all i did it

sexy lawyers

artist is @friedpotat on twitter!

Childhood family photos in the von Karma household must have been absolutely hilarious. You roll up to the house of famed prosecutor Manfred von Karma for his family portrait appointment to see a terrifying man, his more terrifying daughter, and this haunted Victorian child he insists is his son

Pav doodle im srry i use this page as a dumpster

(i still need to post the rest of my style comic)

bill cipher is alive, david tennant is the doctor, new supernatural season might come out, homestuck is updating, mcr and fallout boy will headline a tour together, dan and phil are gay, ian and anthony are making smosh vids again, mcu loki has his own show, new scott pilgrim show used the same cast as the movie, josh hutcherson is being thirsted after

'I love you buddy'

'You really are perfect, Bachira'

I know what you guys are.

Letting aa tumblr see more of my milesposting— Uhh this is from when I had to write a persona poem for a college course; pretty consistent narumitsu angst and canon-typical Miles thinking he's unlovable. Full poem under the cut as to not clog the dash!!

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Testimonial

Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, one year after choosing death

You tried to teach me honesty:

defending me when I was at my lowest,

severing Karma’s marionette strings.

You’re terminal. Incurably in love.

I hope you know that.

Chasing after some childish fantasy for

fifteen years.

And so desperate for a rose-tinted view

of the funeral flowers of my youth,

I let you run.

You tried to teach me mercy:

scorning the belief that I killed him,

when even I couldn’t admit my own innocence.

But you’re just as selfish as I

was raised to be since nine.

You know a guilty man when you see one,

so let the gavel fall, let me atone, give me that

right.

I deserve it. Yearn for it.

To sink into that shaking earth,

fragment myself into rubble.

What more must I do for you to give me up?

You tried to teach me loyalty:

fifteen years of an unrelenting pursuit,

you built your life around me.

“How could I refuse you?”

Your words, your spell. Our beginning

Rings in my ears, an echoing verdict.

Ring on my finger, a vow I couldn’t keep.

Body and soul both laid bare,

I tried to teach you truth.

I can’t absolve myself of regret,

so exonerate yourself from the responsibility

of burning up in my piteous blaze.

How far must I scatter my ashes

before they’re too widespread

for you to dare to rise from them again?

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yeah that's all uhhh i really like how this came out and i hope you guys do too!!!! it's like Too Easy to write Miles sometimes to the point that it scares me lmao. thanks for reading! hopefully more full fics soon~

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