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This is THE shipping dynamic and you can’t change my mind

I think about them a normal amount :D yep yep yep totally a normal amount.

ian jr masterpost

Damn it I just want to hug her so bad!

Real Chonklet hours babey

exorcist time >:]]

In this au, the natori clan is the most powerful clan at the time and Shuuichi is the revered (by some) clan head while the matoba clan is suffering and dying out.

Seiji’s older sister is still with the clan and is the current head.

CHRIS EVANS is PEOPLEs 2022 Sexiest Man Alive

I just really need a scene in alecto the ninth that mirrors the scene where harrow roughly paints gideon’s face

is it harrow being gentle and tender as she paints gideon, symbolizing her acceptance of her place in the ninth and at harrow’s side?

is it gideon softly applying the makeup to harrow, an active participant in something that in something that is precious to harrow, symbolizing her accepting harrow exactly as she is?

is it gideon gently wiping away harrow’s paint, symbolizing harrow’s rejection of God and the Tomb and living for herself?

I don’t know, but I want it so fucking bad

Who else is waiting for more episodes of Visual Prison, so they can see what fanfics are going to be brought to the table😂 🤏🏾👓

This is the most beautiful thing I have seen in such a long time. Everything about it is so perfect, I can't explain. I am crying instead. Nona, you may never know how much I love you, but if you were to see this I hope you could see in it how much OP loves you, and from that guess at the feelings of the world in general. Me included. <333

The animatic I’ve been working on since last November is finally done!! Over 100 hours of work on this, much agony and tribulations, but it’s finally done.

jimin x vogue korea

The song’s name is Wangxian

Im serious, I’m going to cry

Do you know how many ADORABLE pictures of the mdzs bunnies exist? They’re all so cute

TOM STURRIDGE as DREAM/MORPHEUS THE SANDMAN “Calliope” (2022)

YHS Taurtis [EP 54] Thoughts

I started watching YHS because I wanted to know what happened, and honestly my curiosity got the best of me but I did still know how dark it went.

Annnnnd then it turns out that, oh. There's more than just the warnings. I mean really, no matter how in-depth you get about how bad it gets, some things will still get someone off guard.

I just.. Guys original Taurtis.. It's awful. I didn't think this was how it would go. I mean I knew Grian would be pretending to be Taurtis because of Sam (how loud Sam gets when he yells when Grian says he isn't Taurtis is painful, kudos to any headphone users who didn't feel the pain)

but.. them meeting Original Taurtis and the poor guy not remembering anything besides the crash and doctors.. AND THEN SAM ACTING LIKE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHO THAT IS AND STILL ACTING LIKE GRIANS TAURTIS WHEN THAT PERSON IN FRONT OF HIM IS TAURTIS

i cant. its awful. I think I would've preferred Taurtis dead then alive but with basically no memory. Sam's just manipulative as fuck and I hate this so much. Everything else? its 'okay'. I can handle it, I even have a dark sense of humor so some of this is funny.

Sam making Grian pretend to be Taurtis? Uncomfortable, but nothing I can't handle.

THIS? I'm afraid that this is my too much point.

I feel for Grian in this, I can't. It must be so awful seeing someone who he knows so well is Taurtis but can't say anything because he knows Sam will do something about it, and it won't be anything good.

When you know that the reason Taurtis doesn't even remember anything in the first place was because of Sam, and normally I wouldn't play the blame game, but doing THAT is so much worse.

Sam. The character was a little bit bearable before. A little bit annoying and stuff, but fine. And then this happens and it breaks my heart.

I want to cry.

I hate the fact that Sam's been basically using Taurtis' state instead of actually letting him know the truth, and just manipulating him into believing what he says because there's nothing else that tells him 'hey, that isn't true', and Grian can't say anything unless they're alone [or with people who can actually TELL who is who like Chan]

And Sam gets so fucking loud there's no wonder it was traumatizing. Fuck. I usually like watching Antagonist POV but on this one, not so much. I think it'd be more bearable from Grian's POV haha, my heart would shatter if it was Taurtis' because I just can't. He's just so oblivious rn.

I'm getting emotional. Why did no one talk about this part? Is it just me who gets hurt at this part?

This is adorable, I would do this to anyone I have a close bond with!!💖💖

sometimes you just have to bother your cousin for no reason

for this collab

Marnie thought she’d give bee keeping a try....we sold the bees right after this 🤦

He's about to snatch a thief

2008 // 2023

for @tetsvhoe ’s please don’t say you love me collab (angst)

kiyoomi watches as his daughter’s hand holds yours, clutching tightly onto your shirt as she stares up at him with wide eyes.

and they’re disappointed.

he feels a hole rip itself into the middle of his heart, and he wonders how he’d let it get this far. how something as familiar as family has become so distant, he doesn’t know where he lies or what his part is anymore. he’s held her hand so many times, helped her waddle through her first steps, walked her to school on her first day, played with her in the backyard through afternoon adventures.

and suddenly, she’s too far from his grasp.

he’s held yours so many times, through first dates and rough days, through happy moments and random spurs of clinginess, through self doubts and even just simple mornings laying together. you’ve always been there, just a simple reach away, your fingers connecting with his just like the strings of your hearts, interlacing and becoming one.

and you’ve been reaching, trying to grasp him desperately, but he’s never reached back.

“the papers will be sent to you by my lawyer soon. and—”

he cuts you off with wet eyes and wobbly lips, with his heart shattered and ruined and ugly, but he offers it to you anyway because kiyoomi’s willing to give you all he has—every fiber of his being, even if it’s not enough.

“please, don’t go,” he croaks, and suddenly, he notices how the paint on the walls of your house—the ones you’d happily painted together after your marriage—is chipping by the front door.

he hadn’t noticed the cracks before now.

kiyoomi’s begging you through his eyes—they’re dark and obsidian, but you find a way to make them shine a warm brown in the middle, and he can’t lose that. he’s desperately trying to get you to see his heart and soul, that they’re yours. he presses them to your hands, and he craves the safety they bring, but somehow the home he’s found in you is desolate of its usual warmth.

“kiyoomi—”

“i’m omi. you…i’m your omi,” he whispers, his voice cracking in the middle. and then his eyes drop to her, the sweet voice in his dreams, the giggles in the mornings, the hugs after work, the goodnight kisses and bedtime story cuddles and the bridge to his future, they’re all in her. “princess, where…where are you going?”

“we’re going on a trip,” she whispers. “just us two. ‘cause you’re never here, daddy.”

and finally, finally, kiyoomi’s breath stutters as he chokes on a sob—the family he’s been searching for his whole life, the one he’s built with his own hands, is falling apart from the seams.

and on any other day, though his hands are callused, they’re also warm, and you hold them anyway. but he’s a phantom now, the ghost feeling of his touch just a lost memory, an old engraving in your brain.

“y/n, you can’t do this,” he sobs, the tears streaking down his face and collecting at his chin. he’s never wanted his daughter to see him like this, but his world is being plucked from his hands and he’s got no other place to call home. “you can’t! you… you just can’t—”

“and why not, kiyoomi?” you raise your voice, and your daughter flinches slightly. the shattered remains of his heart all but disintegrate at the sight. she’s too good for this world, too good to witness this—this mess he’s created. “why the hell not? tell me something, kiyoomi. would you even realize we’re gone? huh? would you? it’s not like we’re a part of your daily routine anymore. you wouldn’t feel a thing if we walked out this door.”

he wishes he could show you, physically offer you the scene of his heart wilting the second your foot would step out the door, but he can’t, and he’s at a loss.

“of course i would! what are you saying? why wouldn’t i feel anything? you’re my whole life!” you laugh, and it’s bitter, there’s not a trace of humor, but he still feels helpless at the sound. it rings off the chipped paint of the walls and mocks him.

“you have one hell of a way of showing it,” you sneer.

and with a shaky whisper of “i love you, i love you both,” he reaches out, but you step back and your daughter is tugged along.

he offers you the words you’ve desperately tried to hear through the echoes of your memory, but they’ve become as far away as your husband himself, and you don’t care for them now.

“don’t say that now,” you whisper. “please don’t say you love me now.” and with a sigh, you straighten your shoulders, almost like you’re rolling the remnants of his love off your body. “the divorce papers will be sent to you, and we’ll handle how often our daughter gets to see you at court. but don’t contact me.” and he sinks to his knees when he hears the door slam shut, wishing he’d said i love you just once when you needed it most.