#“i’m not sentimental”

[vijaxx]

there’s something about you that makes me want to protect you from the whole world. to hide you from the people who hurt you, to show you only the good. what i wouldn’t give to have you in my arms, your head against my chest, as i sing you lullabies, watching your eyes gently close. kissing your forehead as you slept, muttering a foreign prayer as you sleep, wishing you good dreams. and when i fall asleep, the watercolor of my subconscious will only paint portraits of you and i dancing in the rain, or through the sunflower fields i love so much.

i want my lips against your neck lovingly, i need you to know that you’re cherished, even if that’s the last thing i ever do. i need you to know that you are one in 8 billion, never replaceable. and as you let out shaky breaths from your parted lips i know that there is no one who will ever compare to you and your beauty.

as if blessed by aphrodite herself, you stand above us mortals. your smile the warmest hug. at the sight of such a divine being, i’d happily accept my place as below you, for nobody could ever have my heart as you do, my dear.

i want you, little dove, even if it kills me.

[v0idwraith]

quite frankly idgaf what Luigi Mangione’s politics are, he actually did something to make a change and that’s more than most people can say

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[synthwavecryptid]

mods are asleep, post tender old men

[oreolesbian]

anyway, I’ll keep saying until I can say it no more, but I love how hayden christensen just keeps getting to prove over and over that he was always a good anakin casting. I love that he gets to be as visually iconic as his other co-stars from the franchise. I love that he can see fans lose their absolute mind with cheer and applause at his mere presence in a SW project. All when he was once the scapegoat and punching bag of why people hated the prequel trilogy. I just love it all.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[atelierlili]

Sorry not sorry, anytime I see someone say Peeta's childhood crush as obessive/creepy, I can tell they're reaching so hard or projecting. Because Peeta's crush on Katniss is literally so normal. He never acts on it until they're placed in a life or death situation and he only weaponizes it as a tool to keep HER alive. Peeta's affection for Katniss, is and has always been unconditional and innocent. It's so ick when people twist it into something it's not to perpetuate their narrative.

When he realizes that Katniss doesn't reciprocate his affections and may feel burdened by his affections, he put so much distance between him and Katniss that she admits to missing him and HE gets criticized by most of the fandom for freezing her out.

He has always been respectful to Katniss’s autonomy and respects her boundaries. Is he overly self-sacrificing and have little self worth? Yes, but in comparison to red flags in a partner, this is barely one at all. He’s not abusive at his own volition. Doesn’t guilt her for not liking him back or continuing their lover’s facade to keep their families safe. His flaw is workable and it’s never something that can harm Katniss physically or mentally (at least for the most part). And this is not to mention that Katniss shares these flaws as well.

At the same time, these examples of his self-sacrificing nature are placed within contexts where once again, Katniss and Peeta are planning to die for each other again. Where Peeta is doing the ruthless calculus of war and knowing in the grand scheme of things, his death will have less repercussions than Katniss’. He doesn’t have people relying on him to live. He’s not the one the rebellion is using as a symbol.

“Oh, but he used to watch her go home everyday-“ no. That’s what the movie said in that abysmal cave scene. Even if that were the case, it’s not like he’s stalking her- they go to the same school?? Some people act and cling to this instance as if he’s following her home and stealing her panties. All he’s ever done is watch her (and saved her life) and guess what??? Katniss was watching him too? She’s been taking sneak peeks at him too (oh, he can lift heavy bags of flour so easy, he came in second in the wrestling tournament. 🤨 Giirrrrrl) so I guess their both creepy and obsessive for each other. Match made in heaven 🤷‍♀️

[oldmanffucker]

Hey so wanna hear something devastating.

The costumer just causally dropped that the ring around Izzy’s cravat is his mother’s.

“He’s very sentimental, like he carries his mother’s ring around his scarf.” (X)

I’m on my friends porch in tears rn. Are you kidding me. Ms. Taylor was talking about Izzy’s drag look and just dropped that fact as if that wouldn’t rewire my entire brain chemistry.

[raplinenthusiasts]

BTS 💿 | DISCOGRAPHY 2013 - 2024

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[serpentwires]

He deserves to be happy

[seliasvault]

Comforting the Lieutenant

Simons been waking up every night. Jolted with a heart rate high enough to give him a heart attack for the past week, and it’s your fault.

Last week, on a high-stakes mission, you’d left cover to hit the enemy. You’d succeeded, of course, putting a bullet through every one of the soldiers in the window, but you’d disobeyed a direct order. If Simon hadn’t been so caught off guard, he would have wrung your neck right after you landed. Did you have a death wish?

Instead, he kept it in, shell-shocked with dreams of cradling your dead body, begging you to hold on. Even after his choppy slumber, there’s no respite, the image of your bloody body, holes through your chest burn his retinas, enough to drive any man insane.

And so he finds himself, after a particularly gruesome nightmare, at your door. It’s barely dawn, but he needs to see your face, feel the blood pumping through your veins. He knocks, loud, loud enough to startle you awake.

Walking to the door, stumbling slightly from sleep, you open it, hands rubbing at your eyes as you try to pry them open. Leaned against the door, to your shock is your Lieutenant.

“Lieutenant? It’s-“ You glance your head to the alarm clock that sits next to your bedside.

“It’s four in the morning,” you whine out, confused. You think he was trying to get you on your feet earlier for training.

While you appreciate every moment spent with him, and practically swoon whenever he’s near you, being woken up had the effect to wipe your silly crush out of the picture.

What your met with however are Simons wide eyes, still waking from his nightmare. His hair is tousled, messy from running his hand through it. Mask missing from his face. And while you’ve seen his face before, you’ve never seen it like this.

There’s something else, though. His chest is heaving and his breath is heavy, labored even.

With no response your sleepy brain takes him in, finally catching up he’s in his own pajamas, with a sleeveless shirt. That part surprises you, you’ve never seen him in anything casual.

“Are you okay?” You lean toward him, brows furrowed almost ready to catch him lest he fall. And he looks like he might.

His chest keeps rising, concern now blossoming within you. You take a full step forward, placing you hand on his chest, his heart rate hammering under your fingers.

“Hey, I-it’s okay-“ You move your other hand to rest on his bare shoulder, you’ve learned contact is the best way to steady someone.

“Lt I’m here with you, it’s alright, can you breathe with me?”

Simon had never been this vulnerable in front of someone, especially you. But you’re alive standing in front of him. He can feel the warmth of your skin seeping into his being. But he can’t help his thinking, the trail leading to everyone he’s lost. Can’t help the way his brain spirals, the way his post-nightmare fatigue has got him in a full blown panic.

Your soft voice pierces through the fog, like a beacon of light. He tries to focus, he tries to pull his head out of the water he's under.

With no other idea's you fall upon your only option.

“Simon.” You say for the first time, applying pressure to the hand on his chest, hoping to ground him.

“Simon, can you hear me?” You’ve never said his name before, only ever Lieutenant, Lt or some other lame nickname you and Soap come up with on the field. So you try it, hoping it doesn’t sound out of place, hoping you’d snap him out of wherever he was in his mind. You were familiar with the feeling.

The sound of his name ringing in his ears caught his attention. You’d never said it before, hell it had been a long time since anyone had. His breathing was starting to level out, the weight of your hand on his chest pulling him back to the ground from the ether.

His hand clasping your wrist, finger finding your pulse. Slowing his heart, now beating in tandem with yours.

You feel it, feel the sway of his chest slow, the thumps of his heart lessen.

You never in a million years imagined being in this position, your stoic shielded Lieutenant. Vulnerable in front of you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” You try after a beat, hoping he’s recovered enough to give you an answer.

His brain sobered, he felt out of place. But he didn’t want to let go of your wrist, he didn’t want your hand to leave his chest.

He didn’t know how to explain it, tell you that the fear of losing you had him so torn, ripped to shreds at every waking moment. It followed him in his slumber. So he went with the simplest answer.

“Nightmare.” He said softly, finally responding.

“You want to talk about it?” It was a far shot, knowing your Lieutenant. But you gave him the option anyway.

He mulled it over, he could tell you, but he felt perfectly content basking in your warmth.

He let out a breath, eyes darting to your lips, the cascading light from the hallway illuminating your face in the dark.

He yearned to pull you close, kiss you until you were engraved in his brain, promised to be alive and safe. He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted so many things but most of all, he wanted you.

And so he gave in, lips crashing into yours. He let himself be selfish, for once. Memorizing every detail, from the way you kissed back to the movements you made.

You felt tangible.

And although you’d never imagined your little crush on the Lieutenant to get you here, it wasn’t unwelcome.

[winchester101]

I want to see Luffy kill a man for insulting Sanji’s cooking

[notsocooljess]

“katniss got peeta back but she never got peeta back”

says who? like really says who!?

because suzanne collins never wrote that peeta never returned to his normal self. all she wrote was that peeta continues to have flashbacks which is plenty common for survivors of war.

if anything, she shows a number of snippets of the “old” peeta coming back through his hijacking. his memory coming back as they battle in the capitol. him not letting katniss eat the nightlock pill after she assassinated coin. planting the primrose bushes. carrying katniss to bed after she cries with buttercup. bringing fresh baked bread to breakfast the following morning. providing and receiving safety and comfort while sharing a bed with katniss at night.

seeing this common sentiment that peeta never became himself again after the war is such a crazy take to me. like yes, the war changed him. everyone who faced the war is changed. but while he was stripped of his identity, it’s clear throughout the novel that peeta and those around him fight hard and succeed at helping him come back to who he was as much as is possible for anyone who survived.

[mobusaikone]

I think Reigen is pathetic because Mob made him pathetic.. the separation arc highlights his loneliness and lack of connections, but it’s only upsetting to Reigen because Mob spoiled him. I know some people interpret this arc as Reigen having always yearned for lots of friends/missing people to rely on but I don’t think that’s exactly it..

The thing is, he never needed all that initially. He was content working by himself, doing his own thing, and very adept at being self sufficient. He was confident he could do whatever he wanted by himself until Mob came into his life. And maybe Reigen didn’t realize it right away, or perhaps not at all until the finale of that arc, but he became unhealthily dependent on that kid—and not just for psychic/exorcism stuff.

Mob became his everything—was the one to fill any social/emotional needs. He was a constant in his life, someone to eat with, to talk to—someone to garner attention and receive praise from. Reigen loves being depended on, and he ironically became dependent on that dependence. Which is why it initially terrifies him when he sees Mob growing up and accomplishing things without his help.

Reigen’s thought process is that if Mob doesn’t need to rely on him anymore, he’ll leave—there would be no incentive to stay. I think deep down, Reigen can’t fathom Mob actually liking him genuinely as a person—not because he’s insecure but because he knows he’s, quite frankly, a bit of an asshole. And someone knowing that part of him and choosing to stay is incomprehensible to Reigen.

Basically, I think that if Mob hadn’t walked into Reigen’s life, he would’ve kept on going just fine. Would he be lonely sometimes? Sure. But he’d certainly be just as capable of doing whatever he set his mind to. He could still charm people into talking to him, still work doing whatever peaked his interest.

He was contented being two faced, using people, never being close to anyone. Honestly, it’s likely that Reigen would’ve become a worse/more jaded person over time. It’s only because Mob made him realize how amazing it was to have a genuine connection—to have someone fully and totally trust and rely on him—that he fell apart.

Mob brought color into Reigen’s world before he’d realized it was gray to being with.

[amielot]

Horse Girl AU is a year old 🎉 :D

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I think I have to tell you that you're borderline genius.

I would consider it to be closer to borderline madness to be honest. A healthy person would not do what I have done.