I Wanted To Make This For A Long Time

can a guy not braid his hair in peace

Imagine dark age soukoku. Dazai finding out chuuya is scared of the supernatural bc, with all he's been through and all he's seen, who knows what could be out there?

Imagine dazai sneaking into his apartment and leaving random little things in plain sight. Strange clothing, drinking glasses, gauze, etc. and watching in amusement as chuuya startles easier and keeps his guard up for days after, only for another item to appear as soon as he settles and it's just so entertaining he can't help but keep going without telling him

Now imagine that, when dazai leaves the mafia, he can't help but leave chuuya one last thing, and so he buys the most expensive, unnecessarily fancy wine he can find that chuuyas been oggling at for months.

Imagine that, the night dazai leaves, chuuya comes home after having just lost his partner and car, and he finds the exact bottle of wine he's been looking for forever sitting on his counter and, as he pours himself a glass, he can't help but feel something inside him finally break.

statement of timothy stoker regarding jonathan sim’s BLATANT FAVORITISM

WHERE IT ALL STARTED…

The origins of Jon’s story, the book he was always meant to read

Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

This is now my new favorite best friend duo

headcanon that ever since research days jon and sasha have had a running gag to quote memes when only tim’s around because they’re confident that no one will ever believe him

mabel helping martin out with his workplace romance

Aaaand on today's episode of "is this me being gay or trans" we have Literally Any Drawn Man On My For You Page

Soulmates [Shiguang Oneshot]

"Lu Guang,"

Cheng Xiaoshi's voice rang out, echoing throughout their confined bedroom. His voice was softer than usual, deprived of the conviction Lu Guang had grown so used to. The words came slowly, flowing from his tongue like a bittersweet honey, edges rounded and foreign in his throat.

Silence enveloped them, and for a moment, Cheng Xiaoshi considered going back to sleep. Hazy eyes traced their way to a small digital clock on the shelf, fluorescent green figures reading 03:41. With a groan he flipped over, hoping hiding from the already greatly dimmed light pouring in from the window may help him to sleep.

"...Yes?" A gravelly voice called to him, tinged with an annoyance Lu Guang made no effort to hide.

Cheng Xiaoshi burrowed a little further under his comforter, hoping to stifle the shiver elicited by the sound. A brief wave of embarrassment washed over him, and he instinctively raised a hand to the nape of his neck.

"Ah, it's uh... Nevermind, it's nothing, really. It's stupid-" "Spit it out."

A heavy sigh followed, any trace of sleep melting away in the apartment's broken stillness. "I..." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. In the back of his mind, he silently thanked Lu Guang for having patience in the awkward moments it took him to think. "Do... You think we're together in every universe?"

Had there been a single noise- the buzz of a lamp, the flow of air from a vent, a squeak from the bed- it would have been imperceptible, left unnoticed by the only witness. In that moment, though, Cheng Xiaoshi swore he could hear a gasp as Lu Guang's breath hitched. The following silence seemed to stretch on with no end in sight, and wondered to himself if he should've even asked.

Just as he opened his mouth to take it back, to dismiss himself before Lu Guang had the chance, a small voice came. It was weak, short enough Cheng Xiaoshi thought he'd imagined it as the bed squeaked under Lu Guang's restless shifting. "Idiot."

Soon enough, Cheng Xiaoshi fell into a deep sleep, memories he'd never lived and endings he would never know prying at his subconscious, only to dissipate by morning. A gentle snore sounded below him, and only then did Lu Guang finish his thoughts.

"...For your sake, I hope not..."