#(I love him okay)

[bonesbunns]

I fell down a rabbithole and can’t find my way out

[4ndeka]

god help anyone who disrespected his queen

[whatmattersisyou]

Hua Cheng is the Simpest of Simps™ and I, as a simp myself, get him so much. Loving someone the way he loves Xie Lian is terrifying and also amazing. Been there, done that, still doing it and I don't wanna do anything for the rest of my life.

His love is in the big gestures but also in the smol things.

It's in the 10k statues but also telling Xie Lian to cry out if it hurts. it's in sacrificing his unlife so that Xie Lian can live and thrive. It's also in being the most sincere person he'd ever meet.

It's in the gentle way he paints Xie Lian, in the soft, delicate brush of hands at the Gamblers Den. It's in wanting to protect him without caging him in. It's in allowing Xie Lian to be himself, and be there with him.

Don't fight me on this cause I don't have the spoons, but I believe that love is a choice. And Hua Cheng has been making that choice for 800 years and will make it for the rest of eternity.

It's all-encompassing and it is so, so scary. When you love someone like that, you have so much to lose. Yet Hua Cheng always chooses love and I can't respect him more for that.

[tomatertate]

who is THIS loser?

[alchemypanda]

Noah Wyle as Dr Michael Robinavitch in The Pitt 01x01 7:00 AM

[xstrawberry-sorbetx]

Coming back from the dead with another obsession, which is the man himself >:)

[exhumetoc0nsume]

hey guys

[feverdreamsandlucidnightmares]

Nicholas D. Wolfwood is just The Guy to me lmao like he’s got eldest daughter syndrome/trauma, he’s got religious trauma, he has authority issues, he has medical trauma, he’s gonna get in a fight, he’s introduced getting hit by a car, he’s hyper competent, he’s the most girlfailure, he’s been permanently exhausted his whole fucking life but especially since he was like 12, he experienced rapid personal growth bc a sweet, pretty guy was nice to him and believed in him, he’s good with kids but he’s never going to have any, he cares about so many people and would take that as direct slander, he believes violence can definitely be an answer, he chain smokes, he thinks he’s edgy and cool, he’s doomed by the narrative and he knows it — like there are so many ways for so many people to project wildly onto him and it’s so fun

[stormcallart]

anytime he hits us with "my heart" my brain fizzles

[theangrypomeranian]

this whole episode is great but I love how happy Zeke was to see them 🥹 I love my boy so much

[renard-dartigue]

Vessel portrait (ft. Sleep peaking in)

[kakushino]

Relax

Tomioka Giyuu x GN! Reader

As the Water Estate's Kakushi, it was your duty to make Tomioka Giyuu's stay as comfortable as possible while he recuperates between missions.

Tags: fluff, domesticity Word count: 0,9k

AN: One of my dearest friends sent me a message one time saying "I think Giyuu would find it so relaxing when you take care of him. Let him bathe, brush his hair so gently and while he soaks in the water, you make some tea for him." Minus the tea, I think I nailed it.

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It wasn't the first time you prepared a bath for him nor was it the first time you saw him naked - though it had been entirely innocent the last time, as you wanted to help him relax by giving him a massage. It was the first time you offered to wash his hair though, and also the first time you were in the large bathtub with him - in a bathing yukata, of course. Giyuu hadn't protested, and you'd taken it as a sign of approval. 

You moved your sleeves away from your hands while preparing for it. Giyuu's hair was… a mess, a tangled mess which would need quite a long time untangling, but determination filled you anew. He spent days, weeks, years fighting demons to keep everyone safe; it was your duty, a kakushi’s duty, to support him in any way you could, even if it was as small as helping wash his exhausted body.

"I will tilt your head back now, Giyuu-sama," you murmured before you acted, keeping him nice and pliable under your hands. You had already taken off the tie which usually kept his hair back.

You used a small cup to collect the water before you carefully poured it over his hair. With gentle hands and gentler touch, you used the special hair soap your friend recommended you on the mess on Giyuu's head, trying to work it in to let it work its magic. To make the wait less tedious, you made sure to give Giyuu's scalp a massage.

The Hashira, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. It had been years since he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable in front of another person. And you? You brought him so much of that comfort he could melt under your skilled hands. A slight flush took over his cheeks, one he would blame on the hot water if you pointed it out.

As you worked through each knot and tangle loose with your fingers, you hummed a simple rhyme you learned from your father when you were young. Your fingers were sore and pruney by the time you deemed Giyuu's hair sufficiently soaked.

While washing out the hair soap, you took time to scratch him gently, eliciting a shudder that made you smile in secret. He seemed to be enjoying himself if the blush on his face and peaceful expression were anything to go by.

Once done with his hair, you used a tie to hold it up and got to washing his back gently. His skin was littered with scars of various origins, and you tried to be gentle around them, knowing the nerves can be a bit sensitive. Yet again, you made sure to scratch him lightly with your nails and knead his muscles where he accumulated the most stress of his days, particularly in the shoulder area. His sighs of content were music to your ears.

As the water gradually got lukewarm, you coaxed him out of the bath.

Your bathing yukata was thick enough to not be see-through thankfully, and he quickly put a robe of his own on while you averted your gaze. The air was thick with steam and smelled faintly of sakura blossoms.

“Giyuu-sama, please sit here,” you fetched a stool for him so you could continue the hair treatment, this time with oils to help with combing. You’d also noticed his hair was a little- okay no, very dry, and you were damned if you didn’t try your best.

You quickly found out the ends were irreparable.

“May I cut your hair, Giyuu-sama?” you whispered, trying not to break the tranquility of the bathroom. He tensed under your hands as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Just the ends.”

“Fine,” he muttered, not unkindly. 

A smile bloomed on your face and you quickly grabbed scissors from the box where you kept your bath products. You’d been meaning to cut your own ends soon, but Giyuu took precedence.

Giyuu always took precedence.

You straightened out his hair as much as you could with a boar-bristle brush and snipped away, evening out the choppy hair strands as much as you could and cutting through some of the unsalvageable knots. You continued humming the tune from before as you worked.

This kind of domestic peace was rare with your charge… and crush. You were determined to enjoy it to the fullest.

You put down the scissors when you deemed that part done; now you just had to comb out his hair.

Giyuu was so quiet you nearly didn’t hear him. 

“Thank you.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “It’s no problem.” I enjoyed it.

It brought you joy to be able to glide through his hair smoothly now, though you knew he would go and mess it up by going to bed with wet hair the minute you released him from your clutches. An idea sparked in your mind - one which you immediately acted upon.

Starting at the nape of his neck, you weaved a simple braid into his hair, tying it off with the tie from earlier.

“All done, Giyuu-sama,” you told him and took a step back, collecting all the products and putting them away, quickly getting rid of the mess of snipped strands as the Hashira walked off. 

You wondered if he noticed, and if he did then if he liked it.

He did notice and insisted on you caring for his hair the next time he stayed at his estate again. One day, he would also offer to wash your hair, he promised himself.

dividers made by the amazing @/benkeibear

[hyunchans]

😉

[soupbtch]

have I ever told y’all how much I love frenchie. my babe’s got it all: he’s musical, superstitious, a fashionista. absolutely confounding energy, just straight up vibing all the time. he’s gonna captain the shit out of the revenge. the crew will scam their way across the caribbean under his leadership. he’ll lie his way out of every predicament with the law. he’ll break hearts at every port. empires will fall because he’s got his own cabin now. he’ll sew up the holes in the crew’s socks. that’s my best friend right there. #1 in the charts and #1 in my heart.

[geddy-spageddy]

i saw @somtimesimcreative 's art and i had to draw cecil floating in water hihi

[mer-acle]

The material:

AREEEESS AREEESSS

What kind of sick coward

Holds back his power

While his friends get devoured?

[...]

Is she dead?

The fandom:

So anyway Ares is a hulk-shaped fluffball who needs a hug.