What I like most about this scene is that it shows just how devoted Sesshomaru is to Rin. Throughout the entirety of Yashahime. We didn’t see Sesshomaru smile once until Rin was finally safe. For fourteen years he stood in front of that tree like a yokai version of Hachiko.
When Sesshomaru initially never smiled during Yashahime. I worried that the writers had made him one dimensionlly stoic. But no it was to show how important Rin is to Sesshomaru’s life. If Rin is not happy, Sesshomaru is not happy.
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evangelion madokaness this was the least i could do i have not posted in forever
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these are drawings diana made of leona in her diary, i am SCREAMING
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rule the court.
(20.7), happy birthday, oikawa tooru
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My Aphelios would be embarrassing af with my 1/7/3 kda
i keep getting asked who I ship Aphelios with – I ship him with me and my ranked games.
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pls its my first week of playing league and I already played 70 matches. I'm addicted 😭
homeboy Aphelios isn't newbie friendly but he is my go-to now
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😭😭 pov it's 4am and you are crying bc Suna isn't your bf
—growing pains
— suna rintarou x reader
— genre: fluff, little bit of angst
— word count: 4k
A spark from the handheld firework jumps onto your hand and you quickly drop it while screeching. The figure beside you cackles at your misfortune and puts out his own firework.
“Stop laughing at me, Suna. It hurts,” you whine. He only wheezes harder, dropping onto the ground, clutching his stomach. Your face burns in embarrassment and you lightly kick him in the leg. Wiping his tears, he sits up with a content sigh.
The summer heat beats down yet it was already late into the night. The lights from the traffic and cars in front of the house flash by, drawing moving shadows beneath your feet. Suna nudges you a little too hard with his elbow, forcing an annoyed groan out of you.
“You excited for middle school? We’re gonna be grown ups.” His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm at the thought of the freedom that came with middle school.
“You watch too much TV, Suna. Middle school probably isn’t as great as Sailor Moon, you know? We won’t be saving the Earth anytime soon.” You use the snuffed out firework stick to draw random shapes on the ground.
A chubby hand reaches for your stick, tugging it out of your hand. “It won’t be boring with you here. You always manage to get yourself into tons of trouble,” he says, adding to your nonsensical drawing. You snicker at his deformed drawing. Standing up and brushing his pants off, he whines at your teasing. You look at his pretty, red face (he always flushed easily) and make another remark about his ugly…whatever that was supposed to be.
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♡ ONE-SHOT ♡
pairing : mafia!sakusa kiyoomi x mafia!gn!reader
warnings : suggestive, gun kink, slight degradation, slight choking, mafia!au
words : 0.6k
a/n : well i wrote this faster than expected jdhqjskjs, hope you enjoy reading it <3 (not proofread!)
you gasped as your back met the wall behind you, the impact of being pushed harshly against it stealing the oxygen from your lungs. but despite the pain you felt, you could only smile, your tongue running over your teeth before you looked up at the raven haired man a few inches in front of you. he had a scowl on his face, half of it being hidden by a mask as dark as the ink decorating his forearms. his black curls fell over his obsidian eyes that never left yours, holding so much hatred into them you couldn’t help but smile wider at him.
at this sight, sakusa’s gloved hand tightened around the weapon he held, fingers twitching over the trigger.
he was unable to find the words to describe how fucking annoying you are. he despised having to go on missions with you. having to listen to your voice for hours was the worst that could ever happen to him - and unfortunately for him, you two oftenly have to work together.
and - oh god - how you were so disrespectful towards him even if he were your superior. calling him by a stupid nickname one of the opposite gang’s member calls him. smiling and smirking at his angry expression every time you do something that could put you in a dangerous situation.
you loved risks and danger while he preferred safety and security.
“oh, you’re worried about me, omi-omi! how sweet of you,” you would say whenever he scolds you once you’re back to your from a mission.
and that was exactly what was happening at the moment. he was dragging you to his study a few minutes ago, fingers gripping your wrist in a painful way. “omi-omi, it hurts!” you have whined, pretending to be hurt. but he didn’t spare you a glance he have just slammed the door behind him and pushed you against the wall just next to it.
“i know you’re worried about me, omi, but no need to be so aggressive, you know. i’m a lady, for fuck’s sake,” you pouted at him.
“shut up, y/n,” he growled.
you bite your lower lip, closing your eyes for a few seconds.
you absolutely loved to piss him off. his reactions were funny, in your opinion at least - most of your friends were scared to even talk to him directly. but this, hearing his voice drop a few octaves this way had your mind racing and your heart hammering against your chest.
“omi, why are you so mean to me?” you asked then, pouting once more.
“i said, shut up.”
you giggled lightly, smiling up at him, “make me”.
you had no right to look this adorable while challenging him, pushing him to his limits.
he slowly removed his mask, revealing a smirk he couldn’t contain anymore.
“alright brat.”
before you could reply with any of your witty remarks, you felt his gloved fingers squeeze your jawline, his index and middle fingers making their way in your mouth and forcing it open. the next thing you felt was a cold, heavy object resting on your tongue.
“i dare you to say anything,” sakusa chuckled.
his laugh died once he saw the way you rolled your eyes back, the corners of your lips lifting up in a failed attempt to smile. sakusa scoffed, pushing the gun even deeper.
his actions forced a whimper out of you, followed by a muffled laugh.
kiyoomi scrunched his nose in disgust.
“filthy whore,” he spat. you just smiled wider.
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Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.”
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