yotasxke
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This show will d¡e when I d¡e dammit
New TGCF Donghua art from the Online Lottery event merch 🦋💖
OH SHIT
compilation of REAL photos of vinny
(compiled by my beloathed @//yotasxke)
this is my way of affection like it or not
@yotasxke KILL YOURSELF
no. u dont.
compilation of REAL photos of vinny
(compiled by my beloathed @//yotasxke)
i just saw this (again) why do u make me see him everyday
That scene…
i have your ip address and i know where u live
compilation of REAL photos of vinny
(compiled by my beloathed @//yotasxke)
i can confirm he actually looks like this
compilation of REAL photos of vinny
(compiled by my beloathed @//yotasxke)
this is called cyber bullying !!!!!!!!!!
@yotasxke GET OUT I WILL BLOCK YOU
what in the death note
@yotasxke GET OUT I WILL BLOCK YOU
how does one reply to this
@yotasxke GET OUT I WILL BLOCK YOU
thats the appeal. he looks like a wet cat.
@yotasxke GET OUT I WILL BLOCK YOU
ok so what if he has a bowl cut. he looks good in it.
@yotasxke GET OUT I WILL BLOCK YOU
adam do u have something u wanna share to the class?
NO!!!!!!!
@yotasxke GET OUT I WILL BLOCK YOU
so cute!!!!
tender-hearted / albedo there is so much to tell, so much to say.
pairing. albedo / gn! reader genre. fluff, museum au (?) word count. 504
note. a late birthday drabble for albedo, but is it really late when albedo day is every day? it’s been a long time since i last wrote and this may be a bit all over the place, but i cannot not write for the love of my life. (p.s. thank you mint for beta-ing this short piece!)
The pure, unadulterated warmth playing beneath your eyes is what distracts him. It isn’t his first time here, nor his second, nor third, nor sixth, nor twelfth—he had already lost count on how many of his days have been spent within the four corners of this room.
It is, however, yours. Your first time to set foot into this room, enter the place of the curation of the past and the present, and see it for yourself.
Truth be told, there isn’t really much to see. Albedo thinks there is nothing of note among the collections exhibited in the room, but he also thinks it must be because he has gotten so used to how his mind has grown accustomed to its space; feet moving across the room through memory he had developed through all his visits.
“This,” Albedo starts, briefly gesturing towards a seemingly bland portrait of the old city framed on the wall. He has not even started with his telling of its details (which you enthusiastically asked for every other exhibit you’ve already passed by) yet… there is an undying awe in you. He finds it endearing, much to the point that he feels it tug at his heart—a cheesy sentiment, but it is really the most accurate description he could find.
He goes on, and on, and on. He details you of what he knows, you listen with such intent that brings him immense pride and joy. There is so much to tell, so much to say. Every word is a testament to his knowledge and expertise, as well as your importance to him. One hand points to whatever your ask about, and his other stays safely in yours.
(He keeps his fingers there, and truly, he thinks, your hand fits his so perfectly.)
This is something that he can only give to you, and only you.
“This place is a curation of the rare and the important. The historical. The canonical.”
You stride towards the middle of the room, where you could survey the whole space with just a simple turn. He watches, with concentration, how you talk about this one particular portrait you can’t seem to forget, but he stops listening after you say its name. He watches, with concentration, how you smile about being grateful for him bringing you here, but he would bring you here, and anywhere you would love.
He watches, with concentration, the only work of art in this room that is alive.
You.
The rare and the important. The historical. The canonical.
“...say it’s monotonous, but I truly believe it was one of the most captivating pieces in here.”
The divine. The ethereal.
“...have given it soul, right?”
The sublime. The…
“Beautiful,” you whisper, almost out of breath. The pure, unadulterated warmth playing beneath your eyes is still there. “Isn’t it?”
This isn’t his first time here, nor his second, nor third, nor sixth, nor twelfth, but—
“Yes,” he responds, never taking his eyes off of you (not now, not ever). “It is.”
OKAY BUT URE A KAWOKINNIE
babe noo dont die ure so cool :( (holds back tears) (embraces u close)[disclaimer: i do not kin light yagami]
30 - slut world is my favorite enstars unit
I HATE U (t4t kisses u back)
u cant do that im literally trans and gay
<3
conversation with my friend after i went on an hour long (incoherent) tangent about the transgender subtext of a show i was watching
BUT!!!!! ITS OKAY BCS **IM** THE ONE DOING IT!!! IM THE ONLY VALID SHINNIE!!!
AND IM LITERALLY A SHINNIE. URE BEING SHINNIEPHOBIC. DNI. (*buys an asuka cosplay for u)
U BROUGHT THIS UPON URSELF U CANT BACK AWAY NOW I FINALLY HAVE UR TUMBLR HA
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how?? did this?? even happen?? im still at shock???
theyre actually crazy for this one
