They Love Each Other So Much - Tumblr Posts
you’re gonna fucking shiv somebody? what the fuck else am i supposed to do? not that. you’re not throwing your fuckin’ parole for me. we need to get you the hell outta this shit-hole. i want to be with you! you don’t get to be. i want to be where you are, mickey. you don’t belong in here, gallagher. go get a job. be an uncle to lip’s kid. i’ll get out soon. i shouldn’t asked you to stay.
Mergwenthur prompt:
We all know Gwen was able to break the spell of Athur's with a true loves kiss. Ergo, it is easy to say that Gwen is Arthur's true love.
HOWEVER, imagine that through a tragic event (maybe sleeping beauty curse?)- we discover that Arthur isn't *Gwens* true love. And I know what your thinking, 'is it lancelot?'- NO. Who was the man she fell in love with practically as soon as she saw him? MERLIN. Merlin! Is Gwen's true love- oh but oh the angst- tragedy oh no- Arthur can't believe his wife's true love is his best friend when now MERLIN needs a true loves kiss (could be anything I feel like he's enchanted at least once a week) and we don't even need to guess (even if Arthur does smh) about who HIS true love is.
So, through a series of unfortunate events they stand around awkwardly as they realize that Gwen is Arthur's true love. Arthur is Merlin's true love. And Merlin is Gwen's true love. Perfect triangle.
And they all live happily ever after ❤️
cats 1998: jellicle cats + helping/comforting each other
do you ever think about the time annabeth said that being separated from percy felt like being forced to withdraw from a life-saving medication? or when she told athena that percy means everything to her?
because i do. i think about it a lot.
The Yuzuki Family’s Four Sons - Ep 11
hinata: i got this hinata: doesn’t got this
maknae line ♡ playing games and laughing together in hotel rooms ∷ 160113 bangtan bomb ⇢ 211128 vlive
THEY ALL WENT TO YOONGI'S PLACE TO PLAY THEIR MUSIC AND DANCED AROUND TOGETHER MY HEART 😭😭😭💖
you're in a "who loves BTS the most" competition and your opponents are BTS members
After picnic, little "us" time we absolutely needed 🦆
Little sketch under the last rays of sunlight ⛅️🤲🏻 I was listening to "Not Kind" from the Good Omens 2 OST ☺️...
They're saying I love you with their eyes
💙
Ted Lasso Polycule Explained
AAAAAAA HIS SMILEE IM DYING
i finally got to the "you manipulative bitch" scene and oh boy it did not disappoint
Top Five Hannigram Moments of Season One ↳ #2 : Sorbet
“W. Graham 7:30pm”
#Hannibal’s hands were very telling in this scene#he fidgets and touches the phone thinking of calling WIll but deciding against it#He chooses to go to Will#drive the long drive to the FBI#and find what out why Will wasn’t there for their session#Hannibal’s body language was absolutely beautiful#and really conveyed just how disappointed he was that Will wasn’t there and how much he wants Will to be there#WITH him
solangelo’s wedding
requested by @biggestqiblifan
The living room of the Big House at Camp Half-Blood was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, their warm glow casting a soft ambiance over the gathered friends and family.
The air buzzed with excitement, laughter, and the faint scent of lavender and rosemary wafting from the kitchen where Piper was finishing up the last of the wedding preparations. It was a day of celebration, a day Nico never thought Will would love him ling enough to reach. “Hey, Sunshine,” Nico called out, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His black hair fell into his eyes, but he didn't bother to brush it aside. He watched Will, who was busy arranging flower bouquets on the table, his golden hair catching the light like a halo. Will turned, a smile breaking across his face.
“You keep calling me that, but I’m starting to think you’re the one who’s glowing.” He winked, teasingly. Nico rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.
“Yeah, right. More like I’m sweating. This suit is way too tight.” He tugged at the fabric, trying to adjust it without ruining the intricate stitching.
“Suit or no suit, you look perfect,” Will replied, stepping closer. “You’re always perfect.” He reached out, brushing his fingers against Nico’s arm, sending warmth through him. Nico felt that familiar flutter in his stomach. “I’m not perfect” Nico muttered, glancing down, suddenly self-conscious. “Your scars do not make you any less perfect Neeks,” Will said earnestly, somehow always knowing what to say “You’re beautiful, Nico. Don’t ever doubt that.” Nico’s heart raced at the sincerity in Will’s voice. “Okay, okay, don’t make me blush, or I’ll ruin my makeup.”
“Too late!” Leo hollered from across the room, his wild hair bouncing as he entered with Jason, who was rolling his eyes at Leo’s antics. “You’re turning as red as a tomato, di Angelo! Maybe I should get you a mirror.”
“Shut up, Valdez,” Nico shot back, though there was no malice in his tone. “What are you doing here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be with your—”
“Before you finish that sentence, I’m not here to decorate. I’m here to make sure you don’t bail,” Leo interrupted, his expression suddenly serious. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re marrying Will, and that’s final.”
“Yeah, I get it,” Nico said, grinning. “I’m not going anywhere. This is—this is it.” “Damn right it is!” Jason chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe you two are finally tying the knot. It’s about time!”
“Speak for yourself, Grace,” Nico replied, crossing his arms. “You and Leo have been together, what, forever? You guys should be the first to get hitched.” “Not today! They’re cowards” Piper called from the kitchen, peeking her head out with a smirk. “I’m just here to support my favorite couple. And to make sure Leo doesn’t burn the place down.” “Hey!” Leo protested, throwing a hand over his heart. “I would never! I’m a professional.”
“Professional at what? Chaos?” Hazel chimed in, entering the room with Frank by her side. She shot Leo a playful glare before turning to Nico. “You look so handsome, Nico! Like a prince!”
“Yeah, a prince with unimaginable trauma and homosexuality,” Nico said, his sarcasm slipping through, but he couldn’t help but smile at his sister’s enthusiasm. “You’re gay?? Thats crazy,” Will said, leaning in close, his breath warm against Nico’s ear.
“youre the worst person i’ve ever met solace”
“Okay, okay, save the mushy stuff for the altar!” Percy exclaimed as he walked in with Annabeth. “We need to focus on getting you two to the ceremony without any mishaps.”
“Like what? The ground opening up and swallowing us?” Nico joked, though a hint of anxiety crept into his voice.
“Don’t even joke about that,” Annabeth warned, her eyes narrowing. “I’ve seen it happen. Just… stay close to Will, okay? We don’t need any more adventures today.”
“Adventure? This whole day is an adventure!” Leo added, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You guys are getting married! This is epic!”
“Epic, yes. Nerve-wracking? Definitely,” Nico said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry, Darlin’,” Will said, taking Nico’s hand and squeezing it gently. “We’re in this together. I’ll be right there beside you.”
“Yeah, right beside you,” Jason echoed, trying to reassure him. “And if anything goes wrong, we’ll handle it. Right, Frank?”
“Uh, yeah! Totally!” Frank replied, clearly unsure but wanting to be supportive.
“See? You’re not alone,” Percy said, clapping Nico on the back. “We’ve all got your back.”
“Alright, let’s get ready, lovebirds!” Leo shouted, waving his hands dramatically. “The wedding waits for no one!” As they began to disperse, Nico felt a surge of warmth swell in his chest. His friends were right; he wasn’t alone. He had Will, and they were about to get married! Married!!! A short while later, they stood in the main hall, surrounded by friends, family, and a few curious campers who had wandered in, eager to witness the union of two demigods. Chiron stood at the front, a comforting presence that settled Nico’s nerves. “Welcome, everyone,” Chiron began, his voice steady and warm. “We gather here today to celebrate the love between Nico Di Angelo and Will Solace.” Nico’s heart raced as he caught Will’s eye. Will was already grinning, his happiness radiating like sunlight.
“Look at him,” Nico whispered to Hazel, who stood beside him. “He’s so… happy.”
“Of course he is! He’s marrying you!” Hazel replied, her voice filled with confidence. “Yeah, but—”
“No ‘buts’! You’re perfect for each other,” she said, cutting him off. “Trust me. Just say ‘I do’ and let yourself be happy.” As Chiron spoke, Nico’s mind wandered. He thought of all the moments that had led to this day: the laughter, the tears, the struggles they’d faced together.
“Do you, Nico, take Will to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Chiron’s voice broke through the haze. Nico blinked, suddenly realizing it was his turn.
“Uh—yes! Yes, I do!” Will’s smile widened, and Nico couldn’t help but return it, his heart swelling with emotion.
“And do you, Will, take Nico to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Chiron continued, his gaze gentle.
“I do,” Will said, his voice strong and sure.
“Then by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband,” Chiron declared, a proud smile on his face. Cheers erupted from the gathered crowd, and Nico felt himself beaming. He stepped forward, closing the distance between him and Will.
“Now, you may kiss the groom!” Chiron added with a wink. Nico leaned in, and as their lips met, the world around them faded away. The cheers, the laughter, the light—all of it melted into the background. In that moment, it was just them, their love sealing a promise that had been years in the making. When they finally pulled apart, the room erupted into applause.
“You did it!” Percy shouted, clapping Nico on the back.
“See? No ground opening up to swallow you whole!” Annabeth added, her eyes sparkling with joy.
“Yeah, that’s because I was the one who was supposed to break it!” Leo joked, making the group laugh. Nico felt lighter than air, surrounded by friends and family who had watched them grow, who had supported them through thick and thin.
“Thank you all for being here,” he said, his voice shaky with emotion. “This means everything to us.”
“Darn tootin’ it does!” Will exclaimed, laughing at nico’s eyeroll in response to his theatrical southern phrases and throwing an arm around Nico’s shoulders. “We love you guys!” The celebration continued with food and laughter filling the living room. Nico found himself caught in a whirlwind of hugs and congratulations. “Hey, do you remember the first time we met?” Nico heard Jason ask, and he turned to see the two of them deep in conversation. “Yeah, you thought I was a ghost!” Nico laughed, shaking his head.
“Because you were so pale!” Jason countered, grinning.
“Okay, okay! Enough reminiscing!” Leo interrupted, striking a dramatic pose. “Let’s dance! Who’s with me?” Nico laughed, the sound bubbling up from his chest. “If i must” (he was immediately informed that yes, he must)
As the music began to play, Nico took Will’s hand and led him to the makeshift dance floor. The rhythm pulsed through them, and they moved together, lost in each other’s eyes. “See? This is what I’ve been talking about,” Will said, spinning Nico around. “This is our day!”
“It’s perfect,” Nico agreed, breathless. And as they danced, surrounded by their friends, laughter, and love, Nico knew this was just the beginning. They had faced darkness together, but today, they stepped into the light, hand in hand, ready to face whatever came next.
“Here’s to forever, Tesoro,” Nico said, leaning in to whisper, his heart full. “Forever, Darlin’,” Will replied, his voice soft, yet unwavering. And in that moment, with the world around them fading into a blur, they knew that it was only ever going to be them against the world
They so in love i swear i will explode-
Spoilers for Dead Static by underatomicskies on Ao3!
"Their first hug in a decade, and also their last"
- Chapter 21
poolverine + sensory overload while grocery shopping anyone? taken from personal experience and the mountain of poolverine fics i've consumed already
disclaimer: if any of the aspects i've written for logan being autistic (it isn't mentioned but this was my intention here) are offensive or falsely written tell me immediately! i am undiagnosed but after quite a lot of my friends (both on the spectrum and not) telling me multiple times to get checked and TONS of research i'm pretty sure i'm on the spectrum as well. soooo this is basically what i've gathered from research, other fics and my own experiences with stuff like this. thanks! also minimal use of slightly stronger language (the f word, hurray :-D)
this is so bad i'm sorry
They were in the sweets aisle, trying to pick out various snacks for their movie night later on. It was bustling all around them, the small supermarket full with families and screaming kids and chatty old ladies and noise, so much fucking noise-
Logan flinched when something touched his cheek, belatedly realizing that Wade stood in front of him, their half-filled cart discarded by their side and one of his hands raised to his face.
"Sorry sweetums," Wade smiled sheepishly, "Didn't wanna scare you. You looked a little out of it. Breathing a little heavy and all"
Logan harrumphed, looking at the floor between them. Wade was wearing his bright neon pink converse again, the laces red on one side and yellow on the other, which was admittedly... cute. He remembered how proud Wade had been as he stumbled out of the bedroom with poorly conceiled excitement, shoving his shoes in his face because look peanut, our suits-
Once again he was forced out of his head and back into the disgustingly loud supermarket as Wade took his hand, gently stroking over his knuckles.
Logan managed to rip his gaze back to Wade's face, finding such genuine understanding in those lovely eyes that he felt even more queasy than he already did. Damn you, Wilson.
His head spun from the onslaught of everything, noise and lights and embarrassment forcing a very unwelcome wetness to gather in his eyes. The hand Wade was holding shook lightly. His whole body trembled. Fuck, he wanted to say something, wanted to assure his boyfriend that he was okay, but his throat worked, his mouth opened, yet nothing came out.
"Hey" Wade's voice was so soft. He didn't flinch this time as his hand came to rest on his cheek, the touch featherlight and warm.
An embarrassingly high whimper left him as some shrieking children passed by and his eyes screwed shut, trusting Wade to handle the rest.
And suddenly...
Wait.
Madonna quietly played in his ears?
Confused, he cracked his eyes open and saw Wade watching him, holding his phone up for him to see.
"Don't worry your pretty head Wolvie, you've got noise cancelling headphones on. Courtesy of moi, if you please, buuut you gotta suffer through my shower playlist for the time being. It's the only one I have downloaded."
An opened note read. Wade mouthed a "sorry" at him, but the sheepish grin told him he wasn't. At all. Though Logan knew him well enough, so very well, that if he even mentioned that it was too much Wade would immediately switch it all off.
Logan had to admit, the music dialed the incessant chattering and shouting around him pretty much down to zero.
The wonders of technology, he supposed.
Wade held his hand and waited patiently as Logan just breathed for a bit, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. One jerky motion to the phone and the mercenary handed it over, watching as Logan typed with unsteady hands.
"Can we leave please? S too much"
The note was so timid, so careful in fear of rejection that Wade felt his poor heart squeeze in his chest - gosh dang it if only people knew how gentle and loving the man in front of him was.
"Sure hun we were pretty much finished anyway. You good if we go check out real quick? Al's gonna cook us instead if we don't bring something back home, and while you taste pretty good I can't promise that for myself ;-D... we can use the self check out, it's quicker"
Logan surprised both of them with the huff of amusement that left him as he nodded.
The focus he needed to use to read Wade's rambling in note form kept him safe from getting lost in his head again. His boyfriend’s ability to talk forever beyond might be pretty annoying at times, but Logan had long since found it to be comforting.
Wade carefully guided both of them through the maze of food aisles and too many people, keeping their hands intertwined while he pushed their cart until they found a free self checkout.
Logan zoned out a bit to the mindless music that played over the headphones as Wade went through their groceries, bagging them quickly. He payed before turning around to face him, motioning to the exit with his head.
They stopped just outside the store in a small secluded corner and Wade put the bags down at their feet, stepping closer and smiling again.
Logan smiled back, hoping it could convey the relief and love he felt without having to use words. He leaned closer, a little shyly, and with a quick look around he pressed a kiss to Wade's lips, reveling in the vibrations of a slight whine he could feel from his boyfriend. They parted and Logan took a deep breath in, pushing the air out of his lungs a lot more calmly than he had done mere minutes ago.
The headphones came off next and Logan sighed, shaking off the last bit of the sensory overload he'd just experienced as he scrubbed over his eyes. It was far more quiet outside, and his head felt a little fuzzy at most instead of the stinging buzz from before.
Cars honked in the distance, a light breeze drifted past him and the man he loved stood right in front of him, Logan's supernatural hearing picking up the steady thud of his heartbeat almost immediately.
"Love you bub."
Thank you.
"I love you too peanut! So much. More than Puppins too, but don't tell her that. She's already peed in my shoes once and I can tell you, that golden shower was not pleasant."
Logan snorted and both of them giggled, sharing another soft kiss before they hoisted the grocery bags back up.
The way home was filled with banter, clumsy kisses and bumping shoulders. Maybe one or two spilled milk cartoons as well, but that was a secret between them.
(Oh hello! Wade here! Deadpool, merc with a mouth, your personal wet dream, whatever pleases you perverted little readers - if you even attempt to tell Al about that last bit I'll torture this one with a little more writer's block! /Oh thanks Wade, so nice of you/ Shush you, this is my side note! So many ideas yet so little words... you decide pookies. Bye for now! I've got 400 pounds of sleepy kitty in my bed who likes me as his personal pillow. See ya!)
namjoon has a coddling way of showing his love to the members, it’s through praise and fond looks, it’s through sweet laughter when they’re being cute, it’s through offering support and tailoring his way of helping for each member. it’s through how he takes on a lot of work, so as not to pressure the others. it’s through his capacity to hold more than one heart in his body.
seokjin is more gentle yet louder, he shows his love through soft smiles after hearing them bicker, only to join in a few moments later. it’s through his shameless personality and making them laugh with it, it’s through waking up at dead hours to cook for them. it’s through fitting himself to each and every member, and yet acting as a cohesive bond for them all.
for yoongi, there is love in the silence. it’s the little things, when he passes over a water bottle without looking, when he praises a member without needing to be prompted, gentle and reassuring. when he goes on and on about how they’ve grown behind their backs, but never really says it to their faces. when he’s watching them have fun and be stupid together, when he finally joins in and let’s them see his goofy side. when he says they’re not friends, they’re family.
and then there’s hoseok, unabashed and unapologetic about how he loves his members. he shares kisses and hugs and massages and serenades them and holds them all so, so tight. it’s in the way he looks at them with stars in his eyes when they make him proud or happy. it’s in the way he thinks of them as “us” rather than “me and them”.
jimin comes in next, and there’s so much love for him to give. jimin shows love through his closeness, jimin’s love is through knowing the other members better than they know themselves. through remembering that “wait taehyungie can’t eat that because of this”. through looking at the other and knowing exactly what they need, through affection and clinginess and a belief that they’re never going to be apart.
taehyung is a love opportunist, taking every chance he gets to pour his soul into everything and let them know how he feels. it’s in the way he’ll write meaningful letters to them all, never putting one member over the other. it’s in the way he’ll plan trips for all of them, it’s in the way they’ll be watching a movie together and doing absolutely nothing, and yet he’ll look around and find tears in his eyes. it’s in the way he’ll listen to them, with an open heart and open arms.
jungkook comes last, the baby of the group. jungkook’s show of love is hard to pinpoint, but it’s in the way he turns his members into art, into songs and video and pictures. it’s in the way he’ll say why he admires them in front of thousands, but will be too embarrassed to say it at home. it’s in the way it’s home and not dorm. it’s in the way he knows he’ll get away with everything and get through anything, as long as he has his members.
they’re an odd little group, but they love in a lot of the same ways. they let eachother see sides of them usually closed off, they cry with eachother, they laugh with eachother. they find comfort in eachother when no one else can give it to them. and they go to sleep knowing bangtan is one body, one heart, forever.