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the not deer

Now that all the humans are hiding indoors, the average forest animal aren’t the only ones coming out of the woods.

This is so??? Amazingly good????? Why doesn't this have more notes?????????

❄️☃️ Felix Navidad ☃️❄️

Look at her opening doors to thousands of girls (if not more) around the world! 😍

I started using Head and Shoulders ten years ago for itchy scalp and dandruff, and then for ten years I have not had itchy scalp and dandruff, so I thought "why do I still buy shampoo to combat itchy scalp and dandruff when I do not have itchy scalp and dandruff," so I stopped buying the shampoo for itchy scalp and dandruff and can you guess I have now? Can you predict what currently afflicts me? It's alright if you can't because apparently I fuckin couldn't either

A more accurate calendar for 2020 so far.

he was killed by the power of the tits

so it turns out great tits can and do kill and eat both other birds and small mice when food is scarce, particularly during winter, and i just cannot get over this picture. it looks like the kind of photo hunters take with their kills. i’m losing it

I hecking love this. Absolutely love it. The person who originally made this should write a book

When The World Crumbled

Anonymous said:I’m feeling angsty, so maybe a snippet where a hero and villain find out the others’ identity and realize they’re roommates and lovers if you’re down with that?//  Anonymous said:Hi, could you possibly write something where the hero and villan were/are lovers? Thank you so much and I love your work!

When the world crumbled, it did so with a quiet and aching intimacy. 

The hero paused with one hand on their lover’s bare chest. Over a fresh wound, similar to one they had dealt the villain the night before. It was still red. A raw, angry colour. 

It wasn’t the first time they had seen marks like this one. 

The bedroom was still, bathed in soft golden glow of dawn. 

Their lover curled against them, half asleep still, pliant and trusting. The villain curled against them, half asleep still, vulnerable and exposed. It didn’t feel like the possibility of victory - triumph had never seemed further away. 

The hero’s throat locked tight. They could barely breathe. 

In sleeping, cruelty had no place on the villain’s face. There was no coldness, just softness, familiar lips that would taste like their mint toothpaste should the hero lean in to kiss them now. Hair mussed by sleep, scented faintly of apple shampoo. Hands… hands that had caressed and adored them, that made them dinner, that held them close. Hands…hands that had hurt and attacked them, bruising, violent hands that committed monstrosities out of sight. 

They buried their face in the villain’s neck so they didn’t have to look, arms wrapped around them tight. This was where they always hid when the world and its demands got to be a little too much. 

Probably, they should leave. Confront. Make some kind of plan. They gasped at air that didn’t want to come instead. Fumbled for rage, for betrayal, for some motivating force beyond the numb and airless sorrow.  

The villain stirred in their arms, rousing at the fierce grip. Those hands slipped into their hair, fingers stroking the locks instinctively. “Alright?” They sounded concerned. “Baby?” 

“Just a nightmare,” the hero whispered. “Please, go back to sleep.”

When the world crumbled, it did so with a quiet and aching intimacy. 

The villain held the bundle of fabric in one hand. The absurdly bright costume, blood-spotted, hidden. When they inhaled the scent it was of their lover. 

Stupid moments - wasn’t that how the worst secrets were discovered? Not with a bang, but with the mundane breakage of an incoming text, an unsent note, a spritz of a stranger’s perfume. Or a hero’s costume so familiar it couldn’t be strange except for the strangeness of it being there. 

They’d been a fool not to see it before. To hear it before. 

It was the same voice; the voice that soothed and flattered them, promised them, teased them, made a life with them. The same voice that goaded them and taunted them across the battlefield, that cried out in sharp pain at every blow. 

Nausea climbed up the villain’s throat. How could they have not seen this before? The two had always seemed worlds away, like they couldn’t possibly be the same. One, their enemy. The other, their home, their safety, whatever warm remnants remained in their heart and cooled now. 

No, it didn’t cool. The villain wished their heart would cool. Wished it would freeze over entirely. It burned. It scorched them like hell might, rising sick up their gut and their gullet and hot in their eyes as the first tears fell. 

They stumbled to the toilet and threw up, fingers white-knuckled on the edge of the rim. Their knees gave out beneath them. They hated the sound that came out of them, some uncontrollable ugly keening, like a wounded animal that had been shot. 

They shoved their fist into their mouth, biting down hard enough to draw blood. They squeezed their eyes shut. 

The vomit tasted acrid in their mouth. 

They heard the scrape of keys downstairs. “Darling?” That voice. The front door clicked shut. 

It was too soon. They weren’t ready. 

They couldn’t quite get their limbs to co-operate with them. 

Footsteps sounded on the stairs, closer. 

They shoved the super-hero costume blindly into the laundry basket, out of sight. 

“Oh my god.” Their lover spotted them, by their side in an instant. “What’s wrong?”

They flinched from the touch before they could stop themselves. 

“Bad lunch,” they managed. “Must be. Ate something bad. Feels like poison.” 

That much was true - they felt poisoned, infected, their most intimate of spaces violated by some foreign attacker. 

The hero stared down at them. 

Their eyes met.

The hero knew, they didn’t they? It was right there on the face.

For a moment, now, the hero was all they could see. Their enemy towering over them as they were laid to waste, on their knees, broken. 

Their lover swallowed and touched their cheek, just once.  “I’ll get you some water.” 

When their worlds crumbled around them, there was no explosions, no bloodshed. 

The lights were off, their bedroom chilly. It was better when they couldn’t see each other’s faces, couldn’t read again the too clear hurts and the accusations. The splits and shattered cracks of everything gone wrong. 

“I should kill you,” the villain whispered as they stroked the hero’s hair. 

“I should turn you in,” the hero replied. “I walked past the station five times today. You texted me to ask if I wanted Chinese for dinner. Did you know?” 

They didn’t ask:

- Why didn’t you?

- Why haven’t you?

- What happens now?

- How could I not see this coming? 

The hero ghosted their hand over the scar on the villain’s chest, tender. 

The villain, unerringly, found one on the hero’s back. 

“I love you,” they both confessed. It sounded like goodbye.  

Dream Team 101

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Anime movies I like (a lot)

Nobody asked but I made a new list cause I realized that the one I made two years ago mentioned movies that were already very popular.

This is all based on my personal opinion.

The case of Hana and Alice

The epitome of the slice of life genre.There’s something really compelling about the characters and the story. 9.5/10

Ride your wave

A whole emotional experience. 8.5/10

In this corner of the world

Masterpiece. Everything about this movie is just so beautiful. 10/10

The boy and the beast

When it comes to Mamoru Hosoda films, I either fall asleep or fall in love, and this time I definitely fell in love. The visuals were stunning, the story and the characters were amazing. 9.5/10

Doukyuusei

Cute, cute and cute. This is the first shonen-ai film I ever saw and I enjoyed it a lot. 9/10

Weathering with you

I had a hard time looking for this film on illegal sites for 4 moths. Anyways, as we all expected, it holds great visuals. The story follows the same formula as ‘your name’. Still, it is very enjoyable and beautiful. 10/10

Flavors of youth

This movie made me hungry and the three stories touched my heart, especially the last one. 8/10

I want to eat your pancreas

YOUR LIE IN APRIL VIBES. 9/10

Promare

no clickbait & cute color palette :) 9/10