“Jason Is Rash, Impulsive And Reckless!!”

you might bethinking "its so over" but the sun will rise tomorrow and youll be like "omg. its so back." remember this

professional yapper

Dan Gogh, entirely digital drawing (repost) 11 days until I get to actually hand them this, it doesn’t seem real, Phil’s version is still missing a neck ahhh

good morning to all black alternative folks. this is a reminder that you shouldnt have to pick between your identity and your interests, and your blackness is hardcore as fuck. poser paste (and other hair colour waxes) is a great way to colour your hair bright vibrant colours without chemical treatment, i personally think bantu knots are the afro equivalent of liberty spikes, protective style mohawks are always sick as hell, and i think the anarchist symbol would make a hella cool mark. i love you!

A Dark Rescue 💫

Yea man

Men who only have a soft spot for... her

He’s a problem. A walking, talking... paradox of sharp edges and soft hands—except the soft is reserved for her and her alone. To the rest of the world, he’s all business: measured words, steady hands, a gaze that doesn’t waver. But the moment she walks into the room? His composure unravels, just a little. Enough for his fingers to twitch, for his breath to catch, for something unbearably fond to settle behind his eyes.

It’s... pathetic, really. He knows it. She could ask him for the world, and he’d set it at her feet without a second thought. Hell, she could ask him to kneel, and he’d do it. Not because she wants power over him—no, she doesn’t even realize what she does to him—but because she’s her. His undoing. His salvation. The only thing that makes this whole godforsaken life worth it.

He watches her across the room, the way she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way she bites her lip in concentration, completely unaware of the fact that he’s starving for her. It’s not just want. It’s not even need. It’s something deeper, something that’s settled into his bones and taken root in his bloodstream.

She turns, catches him staring. Raises an eyebrow, amused.

“You good?”

Not even close. But he smirks, tugs at the knot of his tie like it’s strangling him. “Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.”

Thinking about how he’s never letting her go. About how she could walk him straight off the edge of the world, and he’d follow without hesitation. About how he’s already ruined for anyone else, because she’s it. The only light in his life, the only thing that makes him human.

And God help him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

hi, quick question:

baja blast eyes?😭

The Baja Blast Brothers go to Taco Bell

referencing this post

i’m actually never gonna get over this i just love him so much

only 2 jasons bc my backs starting to hurt

This is such a small step but seeing it in the store today honestly made my day. We still have a long way to go but these little things make me smile.

— A selfie that sends tremors through the Islands!

Haikyuu Chapter 372: A New Challenger