A Warning About “defenders Of Tomorrow”

reblog if you’re proud of keith

Reblog if you’re the gay cousin

Me: I’m not into white boys with dark hair

Them:

Also me:

Shiro: The Earth is in danger.

Adam: My evening’s in danger Takashi

Boys in makeup, reblog if you agree 💋

reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die

“i’ve just recently lost a friend to suicide. this has been bringing up a lot of things about my past. i remember how i used to tell my parents that my only wish was to lie still, underground and lifeless. now i can only heavily regret my words. i remember when my grandma died and didn’t even got a chance to say goodbye, nor to get to know her. i remember all of the moments i thought of death as my only way out of this shithole of a place. now we are all mourning for a loss that happened way too soon. she was goodness in creature, a reminder of our good nature as human beings. she deserved so much better. may you rest in peaceful eternity.”

— for the one who got away too soon.

Sweet Pea in canon: 16/17 y/o, never once seen with a love interest or sexual partner in any way, never once comments anyone’s appearance in any sexual or romantic way, puts loyalty above all else, cares a whole lot about his friends, makes it very clear time and time again that The Serpents is his #1 priority

Sweet Pea according to this godforsaken site: hardcore Daddy kink, can’t keep his dick in his pants, knows EXACTLY how to give anyone 10 orgasms in five minutes, constantly fucks in public, only does ride or die relationships, will stick a knife up your vagina

playlists for specific moods

part 2 part 3

sitting in the passenger seat, your best friend driving in the middle of a warm summer day. the window is down , your arm is hanging out the window, and the wind is blowing your hair all around. life is good and you feel content

laying in your bed an hour after you got your heart broken. you feel alone and empty and unworthy of love and you huddle under the covers as if that will make you feel any better. tears fall from your cheeks as you take shallow, shuddered breaths and you wonder just how you got hurt again

your first time in a long time sleeping in, waking up to the sun shining through your window, rays of warmth falling on your bedsheets. you smile because you just woke up and the day is already good

driving out of the city late at night, sitting in silence watching the lights fade into the distance from your rear-view mirror. contemplating life, both good and bad parts, recognizing everything you’re grateful for and breathing deep

there’s too much going on and you don’t know exactly what you’re feeling except that you need a break. it feels like you haven’t been able to breathe in ages and all you want is for everything to slow down for a minute because you don’t feel like yourself at all

Current members of the “I call the love my life just a friend” club:

Adrien Agreste & Gilbert Blythe

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