Teeth In Flesh

Reblog if you're in the Ranger's Apprentice Fandom

I’m curious to see how many of us are out there 

The man looked like the picture of desperation – that was the first thing that came to mind. His yellow hair was a wild mess, his gaunt face unshaven. The most striking of all, though, were his eyes – piercingly blue, wide open, bloodshot and bruised. Like he hadn’t slept in a while, too focused on his mission. Like he had lost something, and would not rest until he found it.

MY THEORY

about Sui Ishida:

• his birthday is on December (28th to be exact, I checked the Wikipedia, but it was so obvious reading the manga, like! Kaneki, Arima?)

• he has an older sister (Ayato, Yomo, Hinami (kinda?)Nishki)

• I think he has some, um, father issue? The only present father we know of would be Shuu's father, Mirumo Tsukiyama. The others died, sooner or later (Kaneki, Hinami, Aikra, Ayato & Touka... should I go on?)

He's an artist; artists put themselves into their art, their problems, desires. If you look closely at your own art, I think you might be surprised.

... yeah just some garbage i will prbbly delete, just keep scrolling

I would say, the boy on the left is the most beautiful creature to walk on Earth

Reblog if you think the boy on the left is just as beautiful as the boy on the right.

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Best type of character causes at least 50% of their own problems and then cries about it

The man looked like the picture of desperation – that was the first thing that came to mind. His yellow hair was a wild mess, his gaunt face unshaven. The most striking of all, though, were his eyes – piercingly blue, wide open, bloodshot and bruised. Like he hadn’t slept in a while, too focused on his mission. Like he had lost something, and would not rest until he found it.

(chapter two of my dadmight amnesia fic is here!)

What fucking happened...

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.