Yeah They're Not Bad. They Kind Of Taste Like Diseased Pirate Booty That Makes You Feel Sick Though (sorce:

i miss the times when me and my seven person friend group would just get together and inject poison into packets of sun chips and give them to our parasocial enemy rupert. and warm summer nights we’d walk around the streets after midnight. we’d walk for hours just chatting and giggling and maybe pop into a corner store and buy some redbulls. and we’d clink them together and take a sip and laugh and laugh. oh rupert. he was the only person we knew who liked sun chips. the world was ours back then. the whole city felt like a blanket fort. life was an inside joke. every moment felt like a note in a song. how i loved those people. i dont know if i ever let them know how much i loved them. our parasocial enemy rupert got hit by a car before the poison had finished its course. some people thought he jumped out there on purpose. i guess it doesn’t matter whether that’s true or not. one of my friends went back into the river. another went into a very tall building, one of those buildings you pass by every day but you don’t know what people do in there, and you’ve just accepted that you’ll never know what the inside looks like, much less the top floor. i guess she knows now, but i haven’t seen her since so i can’t ask her. one returned to the rats. one went to one of those secret blocks you only find when you go through a random alley, and i’m not the type to go into alleys. one went up the stairs in the back of a burger restaurant. one fell into a hole. i don’t know what happened to the last one. he texted me, “come meet me at noon, so i can say goodbye to you.” but i was at a matinee that day and didn’t see the message until the movie was over. i think he was in love with me.

Second chapter of the React fic has been posted!

I do recommend re-reading (at least skimming) the first chapter first though — I just changed something kinda important to how this is being framed, lol

I once again bring you re:zero text posts

Exactly! "Smoking and sensitive" is a really interesting way to describe them. They've both been through so much, and it wouldn't be surprising if they had become bitter because of everything that's happened to them. But their hearts remain so tender. And their will remains bold. They're not unscathed by their respective traumas, not in the slightest. But they're able to help each other through the painful and ugly corners of their hearts. And through the other, they learn to love themselves more.

Their banter is also absolutely adorable. I'm always giggling kicking my feet whenever they're together.

hey, I hope this is not inappropriate,

I just wanted to say thank you for your kind words for my emisuba post. They made me really happy.

Awww thank you so much! 🥹 It's not inappropriate at all! I've kind of had a similar theory for a while now, but it was much less well put together. So It made me really excited to see a much more cohesive version of my own thoughts, in a way.

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

I love laying on the floor :) who else loves laying on the floor? I love laying on the floor :)