Recently Re-found This Video, I Thought You Fellas Would Enjoy It Lol.

Is anyone else sad about Entry #77? Anyone else sad about the way that Alex apologized to Jessica before he tried to shoot her? Anyone else crying about how he spent the entire time telling her that it was going to be ok, he was going to explain everything once they got out of there? Anyone else feel physically ill about how even though Alex was going to kill Jessica and it didn’t matter at that point he still warned her to be careful on the rocks? Anyone else sobbing at how Alex made Jessica go on ahead of him, so she wouldn’t know what was coming until it was too late? Anyone else emotionally devastated thinking about how Alex looked away right before he was going to shoot her?

The more I think about Entry #77 the sadder I get.

when the keigo ones are dropped please tag me I’m begging on my knees I need to see this

—works in progress + my fav line from them.

KEIGO

crawling into your window past 10 has become a good habit of his.

you aren’t any better; you’re eyes remain halfway open and you play the role of someone who’s had too much of him, when in reality, you know you’ll always be there to make sure he gets that world he yawns for, even it’s one constructed of legos.

for no reason now, morning just might be his favorite time of the day.

the door flicks open to reveal you standing outside. you startle a bit, evident in the way you quickly retract your hand from knocking once more you’re pretty in all your morning glory he thinks. just how long do you plan on standing there?

JASON TODD

when you have nowhere else to go, jason never hesitates to pull you too close.

The ringtone of his phone is what does it, particularly that tone that he’s been hearing a lot recently but never thought would be the reason he would be awaken from his sleep.

you let jason walk in and he follows.

he can see it all the moment he closes the door behind him. from the way you slightly look around to ensure perfection, to how nervous you seem from letting him into your space for the first time, to him, nothing goes unnoticed.

in which you two frolic in the snow together at a questionable hour.

jason parks on the side of the road to your wanted destination, a smile playing on his lips when you get out the car and make a run for it, the heat of your hand still hot against his own.

there’s a lot you can tell when things shift—especially when they have everything to do with jason.

his recent absence and distantness could maybe be explained as normal, that is, if only the two of you were just friends. maybe it could be sold to you if he didn’t tangle his fingers in your hair every time he kissed you and if he didn’t seem to linger a bit too long in the hold of your embrace.

jason comforttt!! this one don’t have a synopsis.

the thought of getting home and taking a nice bath is the only thing that gets you through the day. on your way home the trees swish, the cars honk, the children chase and most evidently the sun hangs, falling low from a place in the sky that highlights the outline of your apartment building.

KENTO NANAMI

he really should go home, be out of your hair by this hour but the warmth of the moment outweighs the ticking clock and being by your side a bit longer won’t hurt. it never has.

nanami who tumbles with you a little bit on your way in, catching you in the hold of his arms right as you’re about to fall and pulls you closer than you ever are into his space. you take a little longer to pull back all while he asks if you’re okay. you hum in response, straightening yourself and hope that, in the dimly light space of you’re entryway, he doesn’t see the slight red to your cheeks.

the fact of the matter being he’s your and your his.

when the first snow of the year falls, nanami isn't looking up into the quiet sprinkling sky. instead, shielded under the door awning of the coffee shop, the blondes eyes are trained on the person he sees across the street, their arms happily looped around two others in the display of twinkling snowflakes. ever since you left his hold, nothing has allowed him to forget you.

rains got you wet but nanami can help dry you— or not. it’s his choice.

“—actually, I don’t want to hear anything from someone who can’t even dry themselves properly.” his tone is serious but it’s betrayed by the way he uses his hands. the soft manner that he scrunches pieces of your hair in whispers ‘you’re precious to me’.

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Friendly reminder that the world is on fire and you should let people find joy in things they like.

hello! your new moot here, thanks for reblogging writings, you’re too kind!

Np! And ur my fist moot on here so ur gonna have to deal with me ranting/hj

okay byeeeeee <333333333

That time i made an office supply dragon

I love this sm

The Other Side, Dean Cornwell, 1918

hey 😏

WE'RE RELIABLE WITH THE LAIDIES!!!

THIS IS WHY I LIKE THEM BETTER THAN THE GHOULS WE HAVE NOW.

@divine-misfortune sent me this video from sodosick on Twitter and I decided I needed to share it with everyone because my heart hurts

I’m sorry pookie 🥺

my pochita’s tail broke 😢

happy new year hoes!!!

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