(look At What I Have To Offer) — This Is The Spider's Nest.

This is the only day you can reblog this

Polnareff is such a funny character. He has a compelling motivation and is interesting when you look at him narratively but nearly every time there's an episode dedicated to him it's Jean Pierre Polnareff's official toilet tragedy number 57 where upon entering a bathroom stall Polnareff is transported into an evil death maze by the enemy stand user King Gizzard the Lizard Wizard and he must find all the hidden notes and escape the maze before time runs out or else King Gizzard the Lizard Wizard's stand Jeff the Killer will Jeff the Kill him. Meanwhile his friends are having lunch and going "huh. Polnareff's been in there for awhile, I wonder what's taking him so long." as if they don't already know.

sorry man im all booked

yuri and yaoi are some of the best, most sacred things in the entire world

comfort abbacchio drabble cuz i'm sad and lonely :(

Abbachio didn't love easily, he had convinced himself he didn't need anyone else but himself. Yet here he was, letting you run your hands through his bleach fried hair, a classical music album providing a calm ambience as you two cuddled in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor of your apartment. His eyes were closed, simply resting in the moment, no real thoughts crossing his mind, perhaps because of the immense amounts of wine you two had drunk throughout your ‘sleepover’ of sorts, or maybe he was just so calm he had surpassed the need for consciousness. You mused these thoughts out loud to your boyfriend, weaving a simple braid into his silver locks.

“Nope both are wrong, i'm just so horribly bored I can't think anymore” He jokes, you knew that, you two hand bonded over your similar dry sarcasm.

“Or maybe you love me so much you can't think of anything but me” 

You could see him roll his eyes behind his eyelids, but you also didn't miss the slightest tinge of pink gracing cheeks. Slowly your hand moved his head off your lap, earning you a grumpy grumble from the man, as for you to lay next to his, closing your eyes you moved your body closer to his. This, you suppose, is what heaven feels like, simple contentment and love, Nothing fancy, just your boyfriend planting a light kiss on your forehead as you drifted to dreamland.

“Love you Leone”

sry this is kinda rushed, just wanted to wright smth to make myself feel better

fun fact of the post: im a touchstarved bitch. ;-;

how it felt watching the wolverine/deadpool honda odyssey “fight” scene

An observation