You Have Reminded Me That I Once Brought This Into Existence. Thank You

You have reminded me that I once brought this into existence. thank you

Welp- here he is-

He lowkey looks like a fish but at this point I’m too tired to care

out-fucking-ragous

after traveling 2,000 miles with my mother, in the middle of my senior year, to escape my abusive stepfather, she demonstrates for the umpteenth time that she is an absolute child. well, im done taking care of her. tonight she got into a fight with my grandmother because she refused to put in the most minimum of efforts to help around the house, and my grandmother told her to get out. this is the second night in a row that i, an 18-year old boy, have had to break up a fight between my mother and grandmother before it turned physical.

i am going to move in with my dad in michigan, for the time being. i have no drivers license, about 100$ to my name, and im not even out of school yet. i’ll probably have to take a greyhound.

my venmo is wwinchester if you want to help me out

did you mean: izuru kamukura

cult of no personality. everyone worships you for being boring as hell

Are you even homies if ya don’t scream to the world about your problems together????

Also bless ‘em 

Alright so

I was scrolling through the depths of Tumblr, specifically to like the very bottom of a blog page for no real reason, and I found this lovely post amongst the feed

Lexi The Meme Lord

Spoilers for Super Danganronpa 2 ahead!

I just had a terrifying thought. Makoto and Nagito aren’t that dissimilar when it comes to hope.  Remember that scene in Chapter 6 where Mak

This was reblogged on September 20th, meaning it was made even before then, and yet nobody had actually made insane makoto yet, just said they wanted to and probably forgot.

Guess what peeps

Its 2021

I did it (click for better quality)

And boy oh boy am I proud of this 5 hour thing

Proof under the cut

Mentioning everyone who reblogged the og post so they can see this

@makotonaegikinnie @lover-boy-in-red @leafintel @vanillastarberry @lemon-is-my-name @dissimilarjupiter @kill-me-god-plase

Made a oneshot for @amasaiweek Day 2: book/hot chocolate

[Beta AU Amasai Week Day 2]

A Surprise Gift - B!Amasairuma fluff/angst-ish?

tw: drug/drugging mention at the end

@kagazuly tagging for au credit

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"Hey, Shuichi, can ya do me a favor?"

The tan-haired boy turned from Kirumi to Miu, who was now holding a tray with a small saucer and a cup full of a steamy brown liquid.

"...Hot chocolate?"

"It's… for Rantaro. He's been studying all day, y'know? I kinda… kinda worry about him."

Don't we all? thought Shuichi before asking, "Well, why do I have to deliver it then? If you want to show him you're worried, give it to him yourself. I think that'd be the obvious solution.”

Miu pouted and turned to the ingredients strewn across the countertop. "I would, but, well, I made that on a whim, and me and Kirumi still have to finish making dinner, and by the time we finish it'll get cold, and…"

"And you're embarrassed to give it to him."

"Am not!!" Miu snapped back at Kirumi's smooth remark, shoving the tray into Shuichi's hands and shooing him out of the kitchen. "I just don't want him to think the wrong sorta things about this!"

"He told you himself he's aro-"

"That's not what I mean!! I mean I don't want him to think I'm babying him like I do with you guys and… and Kaz."

Shuichi let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “It’s alright. If you don’t want to, I’ll take it to him. Do you want me to tell him it’s from you, or-“

“No, just say Kirumi made hot chocolate for everyone.”

“Okay.” He smiled and set off to find the medic. 

He decided to check Rantaro’s lab first, assuming he’d be studying in there as he did often. But when he knocked on the door to the lab there was no response. It was even unlocked, which started to worry the violinist a bit before he looked around and saw nothing out of place. Wherever Rantaro was now, he had gone there in a rush, most likely, and thankfully it looked like nobody had been in here since then. 

The knocks on his dorm room door were also met with silence, except this door was locked. He could be in there, Shuichi thought. They could never really figure out his thought process, after all. Regardless, he decided to check a few more possible study rooms before giving up. 

Just the library and the pavilion outside are left, he thought, his hand already on the doorknob to his second-to-last destination. He was starting to regret looking in other rooms. The chocolate was already getting lukewarm. He turned the handle and entered.

Shuichi couldn’t believe it. Here, after all his searching, the medic sat in the center of the library, reading and annotating a book from a large stack next to him. Normally Rantaro did his work in secret or at least alone. But for him to be here, in such an obvious place… Could he actually be starting to trust the others?

It was awkward, both of them realized, the green-haired boy looking up at his guest. 

Shuichi cleared his throat. “Ahem, uh, Kirumi… made hot chocolate for everyone. You want any?” He now understood why Miu dumped this job on him. He, too, would give anything to get away from this embarrassing moment. 

Rantaro looked back at his book nonchalantly. “‘M not thirsty. Go give mine to someone else,” he mumbled, waving the violinist away. 

“Rantaro…”

The medic made a few more scribbles in the book with a pen. 

“Rantaro, we’re all worried about you, you know.” Shuichi said softly. 

He shot out of his reading suddenly with a seemingly normal smile on his face, though Shuichi could see he had slight eye bags. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m fine. You guys don’t need to worry about me. I’ll see you at dinner, ok?” After this brief remark, he got right back to studying. 

Shuichi placed the tray on the desk anyways, and left without a word. He wished Rantaro could understand the others, but, well, the guy was a war medic. How much could he really trust them after only a week or two? In fact, the violinist thought, he probably studied out in the open this time because it wasn’t important stuff, or he could have just been faking the whole time, obsessing over the mastermind again. Rantaro didn’t trust them. He never would, most likely, until they stopped the person behind this all. It made sense, but… there was just a part of Shuichi that wanted to trust everyone, even if that trust was a lie at its core. Something Rantaro could never consider, it seemed like. For a war medic, the boy sure was a mystery. One that he wasn’t really sure he wanted to try to solve. 

That evening, Rantaro did fulfill his promise, showing up for dinner just as he had said. He brought the tray with the cup and saucer back, too and- was that cup empty? 

He probably dumped it out in the bathroom or something, Shuichi thought, knowing the medic couldn’t have actually wanted to drink that uncomfortably semi-warm drink while busying himself with his research, even if that research was fake. And yet, something about Rantaro looked and felt off. As if his actions now were genuine. As if he was truly glad to be here, truly energized despite his previously miserable state. 

The violinist heard a faint whisper behind him that he never would’ve guessed was aimed at him had he not felt the quick poke of Miu’s fingernail on his back. “The trick worked, don’tcha think? Rantaro just needed some sleep, I could tell.” 

“What are you talking about?” he mumbled back.

“Oh, stealing a single sleep-inducing pill when the lab’s unlocked and mixing it into a drink to make that stubborn medic get the sleep he needs? Never something I’d think of doing. Never.”

Shuichi nearly cracked up. He could just barely stop himself from even laughing a little at the plan. And from what he’d seen, it worked. Rantaro was definitely suspecting Kirumi of something now, but at least he was more energetic, more human. Miu was right, he definitely needed some sleep before, even though he insisted he didn’t.

“You really gave him a taste of his own medicine, huh?” Shuichi said, letting out a small chuckle. 

“Well, you’re the one who gave it to him. I could say the same about you. Oh, and have fun being on his watch list for a while.”

“You too.”

The two of them giggled more at their dumb quips, Shuichi still watching Rantaro. The medic laughed at something Kokichi said that Shuichi couldn’t hear from so far away, and a calm smile made its way onto the violinist’s face.