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nobody loves the light like the blind man

Sunday, September 14, 2014

wingroad:

fem kagami being tall and intimidating 

fem kagami having abs of steel 

fem kagami having thighs which would crush a man’s head

fem kagami sitting ‘unlady like’ in a skirt 

fem kagami having a very loud laugh

kagami not being small and pettite and delicate just because she’s genderswaped  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ ”

nsfwtyler:

"noiz why are you punching yourself in the dick"

"im masturbating"

jensuisdraws:

so i played dmmd and cried when noiz was talking about his past and i had to deal with the feels :”“”“”) for buttwade who bravely stayed awake at this ungodly hour to see this poor excuse for watercoulour

jensuisdraws:

so i played dmmd and cried when noiz was talking about his past and i had to deal with the feels :”“”“”) for buttwade who bravely stayed awake at this ungodly hour to see this poor excuse for watercoulour

Anonymous:
kagakuro; meeting in the E.R/A&E au

buttwade:

im amazed at how conveniently absent and deep asleep the children are in this one… companion to this and this

As a nanny, Kuroko was a frequent guest at the local emergency clinic. It wasn’t to say that he was careless or neglectful, because he mostly brought in kids with fever, just to be safe, but some accidents were simply impossible to avoid when you were watching over a five years old ball of pure energy or an uncooperative seven-year-old with something to prove. Admittedly, the last child he had expected to be bringing here was Sota-kun, but accidents did happen.

Tetsuya hovered over doctor Midorima, as the man attended to the cut on Sota’s leg. Looking over the doctor’s shoulder, he made faces at Sota, mocking Midorima’s trademark scowls. The doctor clicked his tongue, berating Kuroko for being an unappreciated distraction, and shooed him away. Tetsuya obediently wandered off, certain that Sota-kun was in good hands, to notify Momoi-san about the accident, but was distracted by the sight of a man, sitting in the hallway next to a vending machine, holding a sleeping boy in his arms.

The boy couldn’t have been more than four years old and the way in which the father was looking at him caused Kuroko’s stomach to twist. The man’s eyebrows were scrunched in confusion and he looked rather hopeless, seemingly asking the child countless silent questions. Tetsuya had always been helpless before helpless men, so he slowly walked over, completely forgetting about calling Momoi-san.

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jensuisdraws:

so guess who started playing dmmd. and then i found myself doing watercolours of clear woops how do you architecture

jensuisdraws:

so guess who started playing dmmd. and then i found myself doing watercolours of clear woops how do you architecture

 
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