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#this is corny but i love him
oh-katsuki · 5 months
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gojo is the sublime. 
his bones, which give structure to the person you love most, gather stardust in his marrow, all at once thrusting him into some place of serenity. the sublime, you think. the sublime which begs awe and wonder. the vast scope of the world sprawling out before you from a high place. the quiet wonder with which you gaze at a snow covered landscape, flowers glittering like silver-guilded lilies after a winter storm. great jagged stones that lurch towards the heavens, layered with sediments of red and brown and gold. 
his voice, where it lives in the hollow of his throat, personifying and giving a name to these indescribable beauties. it collects in that hollow center, swirling around itself like a pool of silver before it leaves his lips in a rich tenor. you can imagine it’s texture, that smooth silvery liquid which you attribute to the sound of his person. a steady thrum of syllables against still air that gives shape and being to the feelings you’ve harbored on your own. 
his blood, rich ichor like honeyed wine, where it lives in his veins and gives color. the blue glow of fresh powder snow on a sunny day, sparkling beneath a thin layer of film. the soft green lines across a leaf of ivy, weaving patterns across the forest colored surface. a heavy scent like iron and copper, metallic and rusted. if he bleeds, you think he’d bleed silver, like molten metal. it’d be heavy in your palm, hot and spilling between the gaps in your fingers, coating them in a cool reflective liquid. 
his eyes, great cerulean disks in the hand of an athlete. a greek in a white tunic, winding and throwing a disk across a far distance. the power of an olympian, of human triumph. 
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feyascorner · 2 months
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“I love you.” The first time he says those simple three words, he doesn't mean it. Not really. And he knows you're aware of it too, with the stern glare you give him in response to his smug grin. He's teasing you—or, it looks that way anyway. In reality, he hopes that there's a glimmer, a sliver of your heart that welcomes his enticing and open arms. It’s routine. A habit. It feels more natural to lure you in with songs of promises than to simply tell you what he needs. He hopes you take his hand and ignore the sharp nails digging into your skin. He hopes you fall.
“I love you.” The second time is months later. He thinks he might genuinely mean it this time, considering how heavy his heart feels in his chest as the words leave his lips. But it’s hesitant. You can tell. And ever so patient, you only smile at him, taking his hand this time to squeeze it gently. Ah, that feels nice. Does he love you? Have you grown on his cold, dead heart? The fact that he doesn't want to recoil from your touch is enough if an answer..
“I love you.” The third time is at his grave. He’s confident now. Feeling. Wanting. He wishes he could hold your fingers against his skin forever. He doesn't want to even let go, because he fears you might vanish into thin air, like every other caring thing in his life. You're good. Understanding. Nothing like him. You deserve better than him. But he's always been a selfish man, and even though your presence urges him to be better, he remains selfish when it comes to you. He doesn't--no, he won’t lose you.
“I love you.” He’d feared he would never get to say the words again. He had faith in you of course, but an Elder Brain is no easy feat to defeat. But as he watches the brain sink into the darkest depths of the sea, the others cheering behind him, he feels the sun begin to prick at his skin again. It stings. Gods, does it sting. For a moment, he wonders if he should even run. He's had a taste for the sun kissed glow and he's not sure if he wants to part ways with it if it means he’ll rot away in the shadows forever. But when he feels you hurriedly toss a cloak over his shoulder, covering his face with the hood just enough for him to meet your eyes, you offer him something he doesn't want to ever imagine himself without again. Something he’s still in disbelief he has. Someone to worry for him.
I love you, I love you, I love you. As years pass, the words become more frequent, yet they never lose their weight, no matter how they're said or when. It’s funny, really, how he'd almost feared saying the same exact words just a few decades ago. To Astarion, they remind him that you're still here, allowing him the privilege to let him love you as much as he does.
“I love you.” The last time he says it, whether it be after an untimely death or simply from old age, he’s holding your hand again. He hates that instead of the adoration it’s supposed to convey, he hears more of the wobble in his voice as he realizes his time with you is up. Even though he's said it so many times, he finds that it still wasn't nearly enough. Open your eyes, he pleads to nobody in particular. He breathes. Why is he breathing? He doesn't need to. But the breaths become faster, and he realizes he’s crying too. Curses, how immature. Ah, your hand is so cold, almost like his own. He hates it. Don't be like him. And when he begs, he begs. Squeeze his hand again. Touch him again. Smile at him again. Live again.
Let him love you again.
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twistedappletree · 6 months
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soulsilvers · 7 days
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top ten reasons why red is THE MOST BADASS trainer in the pokemon franchise NUMBER ONE he gets that man pregnant!!
green and red still have the energy and room for one more <3 that wish proves itself to be.. fruitful.
(yes this subject matter can possibly piss off some tumblr catholic. blacklist the pregnancy tag if this is not your thing or block me. thank you for your co-operation.)
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mediumgayitalian · 15 days
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Nico has been watching him intensely for the last twenty minutes.
Will has been letting him.
Nico watches him a lot, actually. While he heals, if he’s tagged along to the infirmary; while he plays volleyball or basketball with his siblings. When they’re sat in Nico’s cabin, curled next to each other on his bed, Will reading, Nico, supposedly, playing on his DS. While Will trains, especially, although it doesn’t take long watching that clusterfuck for him to get up and come help out.
(“You are not this bad at swordfighting, William.”
“No clue what you’re talking about, darlin’. It’s just not my strength!”
“You are holding the sword backwards, William.”
“Oh, am I?”
“I am going to kill you, William.”)
Will doesn’t mind. He watches him, too. It’s hard not to.
“I thought you said you don’t have any musical talents.”
Will shrugs, whistling the last notes of the melody. A quick one that Michael taught him, years ago — something to ease nerves, to calm the mind. “It’s just an extension of my sonic powers, really.”
Nico stares like he knows the exact day you’re gonna die. Will knows a lot of people find this unsettling. He doesn’t get it. He relishes the attention, if anything; the scrutiny. One hundred percent of Nico’s intensity on him is — intoxicating.
“Sounds pretty musical to me.”
Will grins at him, cheeks aching, stomach flipping. Nico’s expression doesn’t change; eyebrows narrowed, mouth twisted into a thoughtful scowl. Evaluating every shift in Will’s expression. He squints one eye, when he’s focused. Will aches to brush his thumb under it.
“Do you know how to whistle, Nico?”
Nico’s dark eyes flip up to meet his. Will’s breath hitches — there are a thousand layers of Earth in those eyes. Like the crackling fractals of Pangea; eyes browner than earth, darker than black dirt. Deeper than the burnt sepia of the planet’s mantle. Two round abysses that Will has been falling down for half his life; air billowing around him, slowing his descent.
Gods, Nico is gorgeous.
“I — think so.”
His endless eyes squint, slightly-freckled nose wrinkling as he focuses on the purse of his lips. He glances down at them like that’ll somehow help, going goofy and cross-eyed. Will’s soul melts like a grape popsicle on a scorching summer day. His impulse melts away with it. He darts in close and pecks Nico’s pursed lips, pulling away just as fast. Those crossed-eyes blow open wide, pupils shrinking, and the air comes out of his lungs in a quiet, punched-out whoosh. Nowhere sharp enough for a whistle.
“…Wow.”
Will smiles sheepishly, rocking back on his heels.
“Um. Sorry?”
Nico’s thin fingers come up and brush the swell of his lips.
“Solace, you are the corniest motherfucker on the planet, you know that?”
Ducking his head to hide his laughter, Will nods.
“I know.”
“‘Can you whistle’, he says.” Nico scoffs. “Get over here.”
“Why?” Will asks cheekily. “Gonna ask me to show you?”
“Shut up.”
Nico grabs the back of his neck and yanks him down. Will can feel the press of his teeth, this time, the warmth of his skin now that he’s not pulling quickly away. He tastes good, too, like the citrusy chapstick he’s always got on.
He kisses as intensely as he stares.
Will finds he doesn’t mind that, either.
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based off this tweet
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canisalbus · 6 months
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Is that canon!?! Was Machete just really naive/didn't really understand the implications of his relationship to Vasco? Did his mentor ever find out about them or discuss such things with him? I assume bc he didn't have parents, he kinda didn't get educated on sex or anything. Was it a big shock to realize he was "sinning"?
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mymarifae · 1 year
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i think the most important thing in the world is vbs being best friends who love each other so much and are super affectionate with each other like. listen to me:
- when toya hugs kohane he'll pick her up a tiny bit (a tiny bit is all he can manage. noodle arms) and she squeals with delight every time
- toya just really likes hugs in general. it's suuuuper common for him to just come up behind akito or an or kohane and wrap his arms around them and lean his head against theirs. hello and goodbye hugs with him always last a good 20 seconds because he won't let go sdjfjsnfkd
- kohane loooooves to tuck her hand in the crooks of her teammates' elbows while they're walking together. this way she won't get lost <3 sometimes she'll hold onto like, akito's elbow with one hand and an's with the other. it's very cute. and as vbs has grown closer, she's started to switch to hand holding. (don't tell anyone but akito's her favorite to hold hands with because he swings their arms as they walk and it's cute)
- also, kohane's hair tends to be messy because of her damn hats and this bugs akito so he spends a lot of time fussing over it. he'll just sort of...tug her closer and take out the pigtails and comb through it with his fingers. at some point she starts packing a brush in her bag to placate him. i like to think akito knows how to do hair because ena will sometimes make him do hers so after a while he stops just rebrushing kohane's hair and starts pulling it up in different ways... braiding it... etc... and he starts keeping things like hairspray in His bag. yknow. jic
- the hairstyling extravaganza extends to an and toya too. (i mean there's only so much akito can do with toya but he tries...) it's a calming thing for him - fiddling with his teammates' hair as they plan setlists or wait backstage. and having your hair played with is always nice <3
- i think shortly after teaming up an started giving kohane little kisses on the cheek. not as a romantic gesture - just simple affection! and after a while, she starts kissing toya and akito too. toya is always happy to lean down so she can pepper his face with little platonic kisses, but she usually has to wrestle akito. it's all in good fun and he'll always relent and let her kiss him in the end
- speaking of platonic kisses, i ALSO think that akito gives toya little kisses from time to time. it started back when they were still BAD DOGS. toya wasn't having a great time one night and after soothing him with a good sturdy hug, akito kissed the top of his head. it completely floored toya and akito blew up when he realized what he did. and they never fucking talked about it <3 but since toya didn't seem MAD about it, akito decided to stick with it and kept giving toya kisses like that. it's not common, and he ONLY does it when they're alone. except for when they make up after their little divorce arc in the main story. IGNORE the gunjo sanka mv and listen to me. they HUG after their heart to heart. and akito kisses toya's cheek. right around where he punched him
- but an's overaffectionate nature kind of rubs off on akito after a while. so he becomes less stingy when it comes to kisses and starts giving them to kohane and an too <3
- they lean against each other while sitting like kohane might cuddle into toya's side or an goes and lays her head on akito's shoulder
- and they have sleepovers and they fall asleep comfortably tangled up together (or not comfortably. at all. seriously cuddling while sleeping can get so uncomfy but it's worth it to be so close to someone you love). ken's taken quite a few adorable (and sometimes really funny) pictures of all four of them passed out on piles of blankets and futons. just dad things
i could go on forever it's just. platonic affection is so important to me and it's so frequently Ignored in fandom spaces. and in the case of vbs and the prsk fandom specifically, there's a tendency to separate vbs into akitoya VS anhane. which is so 💔 because the whole POINT of their story is that while they started off as separate duos, that's no longer the case! they've become such good friends. they're inseparable.
like even jokes about akito and an being "wlw and mlm hostility" are starting to wear on me because... they're friends, guys. they're incredibly close. akito is always looking out for an and is right by her side to support her through all the shit she's currently struggling with. there's no "hostility" present in their relationship. like, if you actually look at the game's text, an... rarely teases akito. the person who teases him the most is actually toya but you know... whatever... gotta reduce an down to a mean lesbian amirite... completely ignoring that she's one of the kindest characters in the whole game...
idk. i juuuuuust wish that this fandom wasn't so defensive and obsessive over shipping akitoya and anhane (mostly akitoya while anhane is a second thought but YOU KNOW) because it results in so many people watering down vbs as individuals And as pairs - because all they care about is shipping. like i promise that the other dynamics in vbs are worth exploring (both platonicallyand romantically but too much of this fandom still feels threatened by m/f vbs ships). and hell, explore akitoya and anhane on a platonic level, too! don't just jump to shipping them because teehee boyxboy and girlxgirl. take the time to understand what draws them together in the first place
i love friendship. i love when friends outwardly express their affection for each other and it doesn't have to have any romantic implications. can we talk about friendship for once like this game is literally The Ultimate Friendship Simulator feat. Hatsune Miku
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junosmindpalace · 26 days
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i love that, despite his leadership in battle and insane scientific prowess, senku is still so clearly a kid. he approaches everything with childlike wonder and excitement. he doesn't accept failure. he deeply cares about the people around him. he cried when it sunk in his father was dead. he makes video game references all the time. he uses modern slang. he's an asshole. he's uplifted by the fact that he has people who care for him. he roots for the happiness of others. he considers his treasure to be the flag yuzuriha made to represent the kingdom of science. he goes on hour long tangents about the things he loves. he gets EXCITED when people ask about the things he loves. he's sarcastic. he jokes a lot. he's just great. i love him. i hate him.
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rexscanonwife · 2 months
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I was in some Wyll feelings earlier and had to draw SOMETHING, and ended up going a little bit ham with it 😳👉👈 but this is the first official art of these two so that's ok 💖🫶
Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @mavlotov @me-myself-and-my-fos @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @sunstar-of-the-north @dearly-beeloved @adoredbyalatus @squips-ship @drjohndisco
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earlgodwin · 7 months
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the borgias is my favorite show and i think it's the best show ever made and all. however, there's just this one aspect that is genuinely hilarious to me and i mostly criticize the show for. the writers suddenly trying to make the viewers massively despise juan by turning against him and disingenuously writing him in his final moments so the watchers won't miss him or sympathize with him by making him a walking danger as an excuse to kill him off and prop up cesare's character. they wanted the audience to root for cesare at juan's expense and make his death seem necessary lol. they truly thought they served with this one, like maybe juan's character was shamefully abandoned by the writers (as well as his family except for rodrigo) but david oakes had many people sold with the way he played him to perfection, improvising and making juan remarkable, tremendous, and humane. the show is obviously a classic masterpiece, but in my opinion about the juan part, simply rushing the writing of a tragic dying character on a show for weak reasons is pure disrespect.
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oreo-leon · 1 year
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*slaps Leons ass*
This bad boy can fit so much trauma in it
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seriousturd · 2 months
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Made a doodle/comic of another BMB scene I love!
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ne-cocoa · 1 year
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Mk got his own cloud!  *:゜☆ヽ(*’∀’*)/☆゜:。*。
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bxnnie-bxwl · 5 months
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EVIL!BONNIE FUTURE SPRINGBONNIE REAL?
HEHEHEHE
so vanny having the crazy plans that she has.. wanting to be like William afton because of glitchtrap telling her things she should do to become like him.. since there’s no really a suit.. next best thing is to have an animatronic as her personal puppet.. murder machine if you will.. glitchtrap taking over bonnie which was perfect to vanny.. pampering him in a purple bow to look just like spring bonnie.. but because of glitchtrap being directly influencing him he’s still sentient.. so doesn’t want to be vannys puppet and starts going against her., so vanny decided to get rid of him using the other animatronics ((: and seals him off.,
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speedwayy · 2 months
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1999 recording of noel playing the acoustic track for it's a crime, the unofficial name given to the demo that would eventually become let there be love.
the lyrics are completely different from the album version and they're pretty interesting, so i included them under the cut
Well you can say what you want But you won't get a thing from me And if you don't understand That's it's not in your hands you need
Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love
But you can say what you feel And it might never steal from me And then you must understand That it's all in your hands what you need
Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love
And I never knew But all the thing's that you've done Are coming right back to you But everybody know's that it's no crime
But does it make you feel ashamed? You never said what you done And there's no need to blame But everybody knows Yeah everybody knows Everybody knows that it's no crime It's no crime
So you can say what you want But you'll not get a thought from me But if you say what you mean Then you might get a thing from me
Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love Let there be love
If I ever knew That all the thing's I've thought Are coming right back to you But everybody thinks that it's a crime
It never makes you feel ashamed You sit around and you sold And then you're passing the blame But everybody knows Yeah everybody knows Everybody knows that it's a crime
It's a crime It's a crime It's a crime
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menelaus-blue · 9 months
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it’s noé but i put 3 hours of effort into one drawing and approx 35 minutes into the other
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