Always Be Prepared In Your Life

"Come on, do not give me that face."

The urge to hurl was overwhelming as you clutched your stomach in agony. Thoma's voice was filled with concern as he stood over you like an overly exhausted parent - his arms on his hips, chin held up high and with that dreadfully soft look on his otherwise handsome face.

You felt like spitting at him, and probably would've if each breath did not feel like a stab to the gut. His stupidly attractive face somehow made him more infuriating for some reason.

"This would not be happening if you just followed the basic instructions I laid out for you..." he spoke flatly, green eyes shining with an emotion you could not quite put your finger on.

It has been a few weeks since the Kamisato housekeeper took you. Keeping track of time and how long ago that actually was quite the endeavor primarily because he kept you locked away in a private quarter, sealed off from the sunlight.

Your train off thought was suddenly broken as a newer, stronger wave of nausea coursed through you, the pain impossible to bear. You did everything you could to choke back on the few bites of lunch which were eaten not too long ago, but it was futile. Tiny chunks of vomit and spit and vomit escaped you, the pain burning your throat from the inside out. Some of the bits landed on your captors shoes but he did not seem to care, or he simply refrained from making any comments.

"There, there..." whispered Thoma, his voice gentle and so damn patronizing. You felt him crouch next to you, the heat of his body meshing with your own as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders, a gesture which should have been comforting but it held the opposite effect.

All you wanted to do was cry. Alone, somewhere, anywhere.

Just far away from him.

It never even occurred to you that Thoma could have tampered with your food. When this entire debacle had started, pettiness had won over and you promptly decided to go on a hunger strike. It went on for too long for Thoma's and frankly, your comfort.

Today however, you had caved and by doing so were paying a big price for making Thoma worry. The man always was big on discipline after all. And the best way to teach someone a lesson was to hurt them, even if they didn't want to.

That was the route Thoma had ended up picking. Chances are, he wouldn't have it any other way. If you knew what was coming if you disobeyed, there would be less of a mess for him to clean up or worry about.

Ah, now that's the dream.

Guys what we think about Mr Reca showing clear favouritism to you during filming. Doesn't matter what role you are or if you're even IN the film.

You can be the main, you can be a reoccurring character, you're part in the film could even just be strolling along the street.

But he will praise you like his life depends on it.

"Marvellous! Just marvellous performance there. You did so well"

"...I was holding up the prop tree-"

Even if you weren't in the film and perhaps just played a role in script writing, costume designer, the camera men. It doesn't matter, because he'll praise you for the simplest things. It's clear to everyone on set, (and hopefully you) that he has great bias and favouritism when it comes to you

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Tiny Crown

johann cold season sketches.

lowkeyartist!sukuna who makes videos in his room to post on his instagram. Most of it is just him making new tunes that would most definitely be sampled by an artist sooner or later, while some are covers.

But I think what people mostly know him for is the different lady - or ladies - they see in the background sleeping in his bed. His name on twitter grows hectic whenever they see the girls in the back in some of his videos, slamming and dragging his name. Regardless, he stays radio silent on it.

It’s not until a song that had used one of his vids for a sample went popular and he begrudgingly goes live on instagram for his first Q&A due to popular demand. The questions flood in when his fans realise it’s not bullshit and he actually is there to talk with them.

And, like true Sukuna signature, there’s a mystery lady in his sheets behind him. The live notices immediately when he shifts a little to the edge giving them a glimpse of you, almost like he wants them to see.

“Does it wobble? Don’t make me end this live,” he says sternly, trying to subtly read questions that aren’t about you behind him in the chat. He finds it funny how the whole internet has been in an uproar this past year due to your constant impulse on making your hair look different every other month - different girls, like he’d ever, the thought makes him scoff.

“Why do you bring over so many girls? what do you mean? It’s just one,” he teases, his head turning over his shoulder to peek at you - yep, still sleeping.

His taunts to the questions have everyone on edge, and you’re just peacefully in dreamland. His scowl deepens when he sees many people question his honesty on the last answer, so he finally breaks and he reveals the long awaited truth.

“It’s just one girl because it’s my fiancé, we’ve been together since I started this shit,” he leans back in his chair, relief flowing through his veins now that everyone knows, “why does she look different all the time? My girl’s just impulsive.”

I have a type, hear me out....

IS IT A COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT

he ain’t never beating the stalking allegations

art creds hunnismokah

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?