#{i'm crying this is so perfect!!!!}

[linipik]

6000+ years, together

[asukachii]

In the summer-like colors running down my cheeks

The words that curse you are stuck in the back of my throat

"Will we meet again?"

[black and white version]

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post these gifs somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use them in edits/videos. Thanks~)

[deoidesign]

when your main characters start dating after years of writing so they finally get to be like this

[renaerys]

"And perish."

A Quiet Thunder by @renaerys

Art by @hallous

[atlantis-just-drowned]

I'm crying right now

So we have Eulalie, looking gently at a doll with a damaged eye and smiling sweetly, before saying those lines :

And right after, we have the look on Pluto's face, who is eternally trying to hide his injured eye behind his strand of hair :

Yes Pluto. You're pretty in your own way. *sobs*

[areyoudoingthis]

I am SO grateful that ed and stede exist as characters exactly as they are. I'm so grateful for these two men who are traumatized and messed up and struggle to even like themselves, who are terrible at communicating, who make enough mistakes between the two of them to fill an entire ocean. I am so grateful to watch them struggle and be seen and be loved and reach out for the things they want and are maybe starting to believe that they deserve. I'm so grateful that the show lets them fall in love and get together exactly as they are, that it doesn't say they need to wait until they've become some unattainably perfect version of themselves before they have permission to have that. i am so grateful for ofmd

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[elialys]

TV Appreciation Week 2024

Day 5: Favourite season of a tv show ↳ Fringe - Season 2

[itz-shinyy]

I JUST WATCHED INSIDE OUT 2 AND I'M FUCKING CRYING- WHAT.

IT ACTUALLY WAS A ROLLER COASTER OF EMOTIONS- THE FUCK.

[sashi-ya]

朽木 白哉 ・𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚

brother, strong captain, reborn, kind soul ~

[misteria247]

YouTube: So I know that HBO has massacred your boy Fred.

Me:......And?

YouTube: So as an apology for it here's a little treat just for you courtesy of YouTube recommendations.

Me: Finally......some delicious fucking food.

[bookishfeylin]

For the Feylin prompts:

"Forever is a long time. Are you sure you want to spend it with me?"

As Feyre looped her arm through Tamlin’s and rested her head on his shoulder, she let out a long, contented sigh.

The early afternoon sun was warm on her bare feet and shoulders. From their place on a rich purple velvet blanket, they could see the horses dozing beneath the shade trees at the edge of the meadow. A gentle breeze tickled the loose hairs at her neck, and that same breeze made the long grasses ripple like an emerald sea. Wildflowers blossomed in a rainbow around them, birds danced through the air, and somewhere in the distance, a willow nymph sang.

It was days like this that made her forget about the nightmares. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately--neither of them had--but it wasn’t until Tamlin dozed off mid-report that Lucien decided to finally intervene. He made Alis pack a picnic lunch for two and sent them away for a much-needed reprieve.

What with Tamlin’s duties as High Lord and the endless array of guests visiting the manor after being trapped Under the Mountain, the only time Feyre could truly be alone with him was in bed. But even then, their passionate lovemaking could not keep the nightmares at bay.

But here, now, beneath a cloudless sky and surrounded by a vast flowering meadow, there were no shadows. Here, there were no nightmares. It was just her and Tamlin... and a half-drunk bottle of sparkling white wine.

As if he knew what she was thinking, Tamlin set aside the bottle then brushed a kiss against her hair. His cheek came to rest on her head, and as his hand curled around hers, his thumb rubbed the back of her hand. 

The dark tattooed lines seemed to swirl with each gentle rub, and as she closed her eyes, she focused instead on the warmth of Tamlin’s skin and the steadiness of his hand in hers. The High Lord of the Night Court had no power here. The sun was shining, and, if only for an hour or two, all was right with the world.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she murmured.

Tamlin let out a long sigh of his own. “Forever is a long time,” he replied softly. “Are you sure you want to spend it with me?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder to look into his eyes. Amber flecked and as green as spring itself. 

“I’m sure,” she said, and he smiled. Gods of this world and the next, she would go Under the Mountain a thousand times over for that smile. 

With her free hand, she reached up to trace the faint outline of where his mask used to be. He could have glamoured it away--made his golden skin look whole and perfect--but like many in the Spring Court, he chose to keep it like a badge of honor until it faded on its own.

Her fingers drifted down to the corner of his mouth. “I love you,” she said softly. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it the first time. I hope you never have to wonder if I do...” She let out a shy chuckle and traced his lower lip. “Because I do. Love you, I mean.”

He didn’t answer at first, but instead caught her hand and pressed it to his lips, then did the same with her other--marred--hand. He even let his kiss linger against her tattooed knuckles, and the warmth of it--the ardor--made tears spring to her eyes.

“I love you more than life itself,” he breathed, then lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Will you marry me?”

Her heart leapt to her throat, and time stood still. Even the breeze seemed to hold its breath. “What?”

Keeping her left hand in his, he shifted on the blanket to kneel before her. A High Lord knelt for no one, but here was her High Lord, Tamlin, kneeling for her, and her alone.

“Feyre Archeron,” he began, then his throat bobbed. “Cursebreaker and Savior of the Spring Court, will you do me the honor of... of marrying me?”

She didn’t realize she was staring until he pulled the ring out of his pocket. A perfect golden ring with a brilliant square-cut emerald. It could have been made of wood and her answer would have been the same.

She burst into tears.

“Yes,” she said, grinning even as the tears blurred her vision. She let out a quivery laugh as he slipped the warm metal band over her finger, tattoos and all, where the emerald resembled a seedling growing from the ashes. 

“Yes,” she said again as he cupped her face in his hands and brushed away the tears with his thumbs, smiling through tears of his own.

“A thousand times, yes,” she whispered, then slipped her arms around him and kissed him.

[bizarrelittlemew]

not a cent.

[black-and-yellow]

[a-driftamongopenstars]

Hunter Vanguard Crow and his Young Wolf girlfriend Cherish 💖 please don't repost or claim as your own bungie i owe you everything ever ever ;-;

[dujour13]

The official wedding portrait ❤️❤️❤️ by the AMAZING @eurekq

“Siavash, when you came down the stairs in the Defender’s Heart, I thought ‘this guy’s my ticket outta here.' I didn’t know how right I was.”

West Wind on AO3

I never thought my chaotic boys would go through with it. Emma you've immortalized the moment better than I ever imagined. Worthy of Sosiel himself. THANK YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️