the bond series masterlist

*bond: a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences. or, an attack on titan rewrite.

season one:

season two:

season three:

my favorite thing about this post is all the people who chose to use the default icon defending themselves in the notes like no stop it just put a picture up

Loving this energy

*wipes tear* they learn tumblr culture so fast . . . the spite . . . the malicious compliance of it all . . . I'm so proud

Criminal Minds | Extreme Aggressor

When you look long into an abbys the abbys looks into you

Nanami <3

In the least creepy way possible, Yuuta’s been keeping tabs on you tonight. He’s a bit of a wall flower in places like this—loud shows with flashing lights, a dancing crowd roaring around him like an ocean’s waves—so he’s fascinated by people who manage not to be. He wonders how your type seems to have a gravitational pull when he can barely hear what the person next to him is saying.

He watches as you smile and dance and laugh and cup people’s ears to tell them something. He likes to think he gets to know you a bit from what he observes—he thinks you must be a good friend, when he sees your arm wrap around some drunk girl to hold her up. He thinks you must not be shy the way you shove bodies away when you get close to the chaotic mosh pit in the middle of the floor. And most of all, he thinks that you are not interested in finding a man to keep you company this evening.

i need him. like actually need him right now.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑!— GETO SUGURU

with the help of nanako and mimiko, geto suguru tries to be romantic on valentine’s day (spoiler: he fails!)

there's something strange in the air today.

it's not that suguru doesn’t ever have his off-days as a teacher, but between the sickly-sweet smell of sugar overfilling the classroom and the incessant chattering of his students, there's something different about this valentine's day.

“mr. geto, kugisaki cheated!”

it can't be because satoru’s class is here now, even if it does make it harder to concentrate on the activities, because satoru's class always comes in to make a mess out of his room during their elective time.

“itadori,” he fights the shiver that runs down his spine when he sees a handful of frosting flop pathetically onto the carpeted floor as the two children glare daggers at eachother, “you can't cheat at cookie decorating.”

Hi hi!!! I'm doing the part 2 of jjk smau recommendations :D! so if anyone has a specific character that you'd like me to find a smau series of let me know!! seeya!

i could also do some fic recs hmm... y'all let me know if you'd want that!!!

i dunno man it’s kind of fucked up that the new year starts straight after this one finishes. can’t we have a break. why does it have to be so relentless

“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

Michael Stuhlbarg is my new dad now.

+ series summary: kuroo tetsurou is your co-worker, cubicle neighbour, and the bane of your existence…but only he would trick you into going on a date with him. (or, office rivals/enemies to lovers)

+ current wc: 7.5k

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1. "i said i'd take you to a dinner. i never said which one."

2. "so you admit i'm a distraction? i'm distracting to you?"

3. "do i regret kissing you? yes. would i do it again? maybe."

4. "we are lost in osaka!" "isn't that a shawn mendes song?"

5. epilogue

[extras] - embarrassing - jealousy - office christmas party

save me iwaizumi hajime… iwaizumi hajime save me…. Save me iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer

☆ 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼 - ,, 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

summary: Satoru Gojo has been your best friend for the past 14 years. When he suddenly finds himself taking care of a kid, your relationship twists and turns into something far more romantic.

“I love you,” he says, lips curled into a pout that makes you scrunch your nose in disgust. 

You press the heels of your palms to your eyes, sighing deeply, “No you don’t.”

“But I do!” and his voice gets louder, which only coaxes the already forming headache behind your eyes to grow. “So you should get your notes out for me.”

“What do you know about love anyway?”

It’s muttered just under your breath and you hope Gojo didn’t catch it, isn’t able to read into the bitterness laced along each word. You slam your laptop shut, standing up abruptly. Gojo follows suit.

“I’m not digging up my anthropology notes from two years ago just so you can cheat.”

His hopeful expression drops in an instant, hands flying forward to grab onto you, “No! Don’t you want me to pass? Don’t you love me?”

And what about you? What do you know about love?

You know that it’s difficult. There isn’t a need for any profound thinking, any nuance, for you to believe that. You know it’s true because you’ve lived it—because you are living it. You don’t have to have said “I love you,” once in your life, to know your way around the trials and tribulations that come with pesky emotions. (Emphasis on pesky emotions that call for intimacy.)

You know that love hurts. Perhaps, it’s the lack of control that makes love so painful. While beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, those who behold can’t choose who they wish to admire. It happens unexpectedly, like the changing tides: waves of emotion crashing down at once and pushing you off kilter. 

You know that love is uncertain, a gamble. It’s the lack of promise love can give. While you may love someone with everything you have, devote yourself to them, prioritize them—they might never see you as anyone other than a friend. Sometimes, you might be a best friend. Oftentimes, it’s never anything more than that.

And yet, love is such a beautiful thing. It bleeds warm, saccharine sweet like spoonfuls of honey, and fills you with the greatest happiness. Tingles at your fingertips where they touch, shivers down your spine when they stare, butterflies erupting in your stomach when they speak. Your skin growing warm and your smile stretched wide—that was the beauty of love.

But how can something so precious be so utterly disheartening? 

“No,” you roll your eyes, walking away from your best friend, unsurprised when he scrambles after you. “I don’t love you.”

You don’t mean it at all.