I Feel Like I Just Had To Share This. This Is Edward And He's A Uh, Teapot Spider? Who Knows 😔

WHO COULD EVER LEAVE ME, DARLING

He grabs his clothes when he's nervous/scared I'm gonna sob

迷い犬のホワイトデー

my favorites pics of 'the eras tour' ♡

My friend got a huge peep plushie, she named him Crouton

Crouton is allegedly evil and she sent me a picture of a flashlight being pointed up at his face like someone telling a scary story to show off his evilness 😔 I drew him bc he's beautiful

dont kill yourself! Shin soukoku

I didn’t know you had a tumblr!! I love your fics so this is such a treat to find you here <3 your art is super cute!

AAAA HIII :DD

Yeah I never tagged my Tumblr on my ao3 acc lol 😭 I might in later fics though

And it's great to meet you too on Tumblr!

Thank you so much<333 that means a lot to me (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Real talk with sskk reunion, I want Akutagawa to see Atsushi, his eyes widen, and Atsushi awkwardly tries to say "I'm back..." but is interrupted by Akutagawa tackling him in a hug, knocking them both to the ground. He buries his face in Atsushi's neck, and it's the first time we see him cry.

Atsushi sits there in shock for a moment, before relaxing into it and reaching up to run his fingers through Akutagawa's hair, before repeating, softer this time, "I'm back."

the last line being "feel strongly / that's what you do when you want to experience the past" is so important to me genuinelyyyyyyy like. god. god. the dead authors manga for people who are bad at living. the lack of a solid time setting when it comes to bsd in a very deliberate way. the things that asagiri is always always saying about death as a transient state through bsd. fiction and emotion and death and the aftershocks that these dead authors and their literature leave across history.

Tbh going “Oh so you died for me? You made me go through the traumatic event of watching you die in front of my eyes? You forced me to see someone I love die in front of me while completely powerless, unable to stop it? You had me taste how it feels to live in a world without you? You cursed me to experience what it's like to have my soul be split in half? To be forced to go on while regret and despair weigh you down? You showed me the horror of living in the complete solitude that is existing without you, showed me the excruciating pain, the inextinguishable grief? Well guess what, I'm returning you the favour.” is such a sskk thing to do. They're just petty like that