hi-can-i-take-your-bullshit:

mizumanta:

shingeki-no-helpme:

jellybabiesandjammiedodgers:

apathbetweenthestars:

Source

brb drowning myself in the toilet

THE ONE WRITTEN BY JESUS

I AM VERY CONFIDENT I AM IN STARBUCKS RIGHT NOW

i don’t know if we’ve reblogged this already but it can be reblogged again

yarter:

pussyprlnt:

Anyway, date tumblr girls. We’re great.

(Source: babyfacerae)

mothafrankenstein:

bitcheslovepearls:

freshthoughts2020:

Talk to yo child like an icon 2017

I hope nothing bad ever happens to dj khaled

My parents ain’t shit man…..

agentcarolinainthemorning:

waluigiology:

i just figured out the perfect murder

kill someone and bury them in their own garden

that way if the police find them they’ll think it was a suicide

#welp looks like the victim committed suicide and promptly buried themselves in their garden #how considerate of them

snivlak:

look at her go

(Source: kittensforward)

dyeingdoll:

Crossover nobody asked for

fe14fiction:

You smiled pulling Takumi farther into the crowd, unable to hide your excitement. It was your first festival, between being locked up in the fort and then the war. You continued to pull him along, though the hand holding was also to try and help you keep your balance. You were not used to the yukata you had been given, spending longer than probably necessary to find the perfect one to wear. You like to think you had done good in deciding, you and Oboro and Sakura, because when Takumi had seen you he had gotten so flustered.

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cynphonium:

misskiku:

Thank you for this!! I love Takumi and Corrin so much and drunk Takumi is so fun to write~

Prompt: “Are you Drunk?”

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Corrin knew the answer before she asked.

“Are you drunk?”

Takumi’s eyes listed over her, cheeks coloured a heavy pink. He didn’t answer her at first, only stared, his eyes drawing across her face, between her eyes, and then slowly, down her neck. Corrin shifted under his gaze.

“No.” His answer was a rough croak. She raised an eyebrow, saw right through him. He pressed his lips together, forming a tight line, and deliberately turned his head from her. It was a bad idea to stare, but his eyes found hers again. Drawn to her like a magnet.

He knew it was the alcohol clouding his brain but he wanted to hold her. To pull her close, to feel the warm press of her against him. He could get lost in her eyes, that deep crimson that was taking him in. His cheeks felt as hot, as burning red, as her eyes.

“Maybe,” he said finally. She smiled at him, softly, and he could’ve melted on the spot. He felt fuzzy in everything but what he wanted in that moment. He stepped forward, saw the way her eyes opened, a brief flash of surprise and shock before it faded into warmth. She stepped into his embrace as he opened his arms to her. He breathed her in, buried his nose in her hair, hands sliding up her back as he sighed.

“You’re an idiot,” Corrin said softly, her voice brushing his ear. He hummed in reply. He didn’t care. She was here, a remedy more potent than the alcohol, one he wished he’d delved into instead of the bottle of sake. “I’m here for you. You know that.”

He didn’t reply that time, and he didn’t need to. Corrin knew him that well.