#(with love ; always - musings.)

[slapintoaslimjim]

*clears throat*

why is no one talking about how izuku midoryia is the type to write you love letters or even draw you something that reminded him of you; or the two of you??

he’s such a sickening detailed oriented boy with a notebook filled with notes and drawings about heros and his classmates quirks, and knows so much about his friends as well.

just imagine, you two get together romantically, and his way of confessing is writing a sickeningly sweet love letter to you.

the two of you walking together on the sidewalks of the city on a chilly night, the stars bright, street lamps are bright and the two of you yapping away.

“oh! there’s something i wanted you to read” he announces after a few beats of comfortable silence passes, his hands fiddling in his jacket pocket and a shy adorable smile on his face.

he pulls out a folded sheet of notebook paper, handing it to you with that same smile. you accept it of course with a smile of your own.

“zuku, is this..?” you ask with a soft grin and eyebrow raise while unfolding the paper, already having a general idea of what he just handed you.

“maybe” is all the green eyed boy replies with, grinning so adorably hard while also blushing ever so slightly.

your attention is sucked into the letter he handed you, the extension of details enough to put shakespeare to shame. the way he confesses his love for you through words is adoring, it’s like art. from the way be describes how you make him feel, to how he feels about you, it’s art.

you pick your attention back up from the paper and look at izuku with tears welled in your eyes. holding the paper in your hands shakily.

“zu..” you manage to say softly, a soft smile on your lips as you look at the grinning boy.

izuku raises his hands and gently uses his thumbs to wipe any tears that threaten to fall, his touch is so soft to your skin that it gives you goosebumps.

“soooo does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“i’d have to be crazy to say no to someone like you”

[dabislittlemouse]

can’t believe i’ve been loving him for 5 years already wth

[binkyfishy]

dream ending

[turtleblogatlast]

It’s hard to escape self doubt

[deoidesign]

Thinking about vampires, death, life, and the space they occupy in between

[virsancte]

as the clock strikes twelve 👀

look at how gorgeous angel looks with this hair!!!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH RAHH when i grabbed them into cas i legit teared up over how pretty they are. they're everything to me;-;

[sainz100]

Max & Daniel throwback to 2018 | Futsal in São Paulo | x

[shortnotsweet]

In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley

“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”

Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.

Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.

It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.

[capquinn]

i saw this and thought of you & dad!quinn/bug 😭

LMAOOO in my head this is exactly how i imagine jack hearing quinn call baby buggy “bug” for the first time goes and him immediately being like, “wait, wait, hold on — where the hell did that even come from?” quinn, in his usual calm-but-slightly-done tone, just says, “because she’s snug as a bug,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and he can’t believe jack even has to ask. but of course jack, being jack, can’t let it go, unconvinced, because what tf does that even mean????? “snug as a bug? what’s so snug about a bug? that makes no sense, dude.” and quinn just sighs, gives him that long-suffering, how am i related to you? look, and says, “because the bug is in a rug. that’s literally the saying.” and then there’s this perfect beat of silence while jack just stares at him, processing, before he goes, “…oh yeah. i forgot about the rug." 😭😭

[tangents-within-tangents]

Thinking about the song "Ship in Port" by Radical Face and clones

Thinking about the line "Farewell to the chains we were born into" and what that can mean for the clones

Thinking about how "But I have always stayed in place/Under that old illusion that it's safe" could equally describe Hunter, Echo, and (s1+2) Crosshair's complete opposite approaches to the Empire and post-war life.

The way Crosshair clings to his identity as a soldier of the Empire

And Echo as a soldier of the Republic

But Hunter puts his identity as a soldier behind him

Crosshair fights for the Empire to gain purpose

Echo fights against the Empire to save his brothers

And Hunter decides the Empire is too strong to even try to oppose

"A ship in port is a safer one"

"but it's not the reason it was made"

"So forgive me if I wander off"

"And forgive me more if I just stay"

Thinking about what The Bad Batch could have been if it had more fully explored the differences between those ideologies

(Thinking about what The Bad Batch could have been if it had dedicated more screen time to the 'reg' clones within the Empire and the underground network's fight to free them , instead of just sidelining Echo and Rex for a hypothetical clone rebellion show we might never get)

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience 6.1

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 6th snippet, part 1. Celebrimbor sets out to explore Adar’s camp and has a conversation with one of Adar's children.

Somehow, my snippets are getting far longer and more detailed than I intended. (This is shorter than the last one though!) This is mostly the set up for part two of this snippet, plus Celebrimbor making a new friend. Fear not, there is also some silverscars interaction in the beginning though (and there will be more in part 2 as well)!

Celebrimbor's day-to-day existance in the uruk camp had been surprisingly mundane so far, all things considered...aside from the world-shattering changes that were going on around it.

Adar had been a good host, and readily provided Celebrimbor with some basic comforts; a cot that he could sit and rest on, for example. It was placed close to Adar's own bedding, but not directly against it, which gave the elf at least some measure of privacy.

The uruk had even aquired some furs, both to use as throws and for Celebrimbor to wrap around his shoulders to keep warm during the chilly hours at night. The smith also had his own set of armor now - undoutably scavenged, at least in part, from unforunate elves or humans who had crossed paths with the uruk forces, but armor nonetheless.

However, as someone who usually worked long hours in his own forge and spent much of the rest of his time reading, writing or sketching, the elf found there was still something missing to keep his mind occupied.

The Lord Father himself didn't seem be overly interested in reading – or perhaps he simply didn't have the time for it. Either way, there were no books in his camp, and the few maps Adar used to plan his strategies had become quite uninteresting to study after some time.

Celebrimbor had been given some parchment and charcoal to busy himself with, but even that could not put him at ease; the last time he'd sketched, he'd planned out rings he should never have even considered making. His last letters had been full of lies directed at his high king and his dwarven friends.

The elf’s usual source of comfort failed to give him any of that as a result.

No, Celebrimbor felt restless, and so he ended up deciding that he would like to leave Adar's tent and walk around the vast encampments of the various uruk legions for instead. At least for a while.

He had notified his husband, of course – not because the other had demanded it or because Celebrimbor feared reproach, but because he wanted to avoid any misunderstandings. The trust between them had been strengthened by the recent talks with Galadriel, Elrond and, by extension, Gil-Galad, but it was still very delicate, and the smith feared it might be prone to breaking if tested too harshly.

It was a show of goodwill on his part, both to ask to see the encampment on his own and tell Adar why he wanted to go in the first place.

His request was, in turn, rewarded with a similar gesture of trust.

"Very well," Adar replied, sitting back from where they had eaten their meal together. The uruk seemed to have a particular appetite for raspberries of all things, but the selection he had his men heap onto his table ranged from roasted meats to onions, pickles, various fruits and even some potatoes. Celebrimbor might have eaten finer meals, but the food was more than passable and he hadn't gone hungry once since he had arrived as a fugitive from his own people.

So far, meals with Adar had been nothing short of...pleasant, overall, Celebrimbor could admit. The uruk might be brusque at times, but he was also well-spoken and thoughtful. It was clear he cared about the wellbeing of his children, and actually had both insight into some of the elven houses as well as elvish poetry - like Rúmil.

The smith couldn't deny Adar fascinated him, and judging by the other's interest in Celebrimbor's opinions, the curiosity was mutual.

The smith was pulled from his ponderings when the uruk continued to speak.

"I think it will be safest if you don't stray too far from the tent – we must keep in mind that he is still at large, after all, and has no doubt set his sights on finding you. I'd suggest we don't make it too easy for him to do so." There was a fine dusting of humor in Adar's words – slightly sardonic, but humor nonetheless. Celebrimbor quirked up his lips in response and nodded.

"I very much agree with that. I'll stay closeby," he replied. Adar's resulting nod was curt, but Celebrimbor could tell by his posture that the uruk felt lighter knowing that they were of the same mind on this matter.

"Good. Two guards will accompany you, for the same reason. And because you might get lost - our camp is not as tidy as an elven settlement, you see."

Celebrimbor couldn't help but smile brightly. "I sure hope not! While our conversations are certainly very enjoyable, I need something to occupy my feet and my mind for a change. I have rarely been so stationary before. And I am actually quite curious to see how your people have set up their mobile workshops."

If the smith wasn't entirely mistaken, Adar looked a tad surprised at Celebrimbor's response.

"In that case, be my guest," the uruk finally settled on, and got up from the table. "I will call upon my two most trusted lieutenants to accompany you. Give me a moment to summon them."

"Thank you, Adar," Celebrimbor replied, and could have sworn that the uruk almost missed his next step as he walked towards the entry of his - their? - shared tent. 

This was how, not much later, the elf found himself flanked by Glûg and another uruk as he stepped out into the camp. He had no idea where to go, and therefore just let his feet carry him wherever they pleased.

The encampment was decidedly busy, even if Celebrimbor had the distinct impression that there was some underlying method to the chaos going on around him. The uruk were carrying supplies back and forth, cooking stews over open fires, repaired tents and clothes and utensils, and he could even see a group of them train together a little way off in the distance. His senses eagerly took in the various sights, sounds and smells as he strolled about.

After a while, there was a sharp grunt to the side of him. As Celebrimbor turned around, he saw a group of uruk eye him with suspicion and back away from him as he looked in their direction. He recognized some of them from when he’d- well. 'Cussed out his recent bad luck', to put it mildly.

He stopped and flinched the slightest bit when the group took another step back from him, hands on their weapons.

The smith inclined his head and wrung his hands as tried to negate some of their agitation. "Hello. Er. I apologize, again, for my recent outburst. I see I must have frightened you. That was...not my intention."

As if in answer, the group quickly continued on their way, almost scurrying until they were out of Celebrimbor’s line of sight.

He turned a questioning look at Glûg, who had watched the proceedings in silence. The smith was still astounded at how tall the uruk was – he towered over most of his peers and even Celebrimbor himself. "Have I really been that frightening to them? I assumed your people would have seen little more than an elf losing his marbles when- that happened."

Glûg didn’t have any eyebrows, per se, but still managed to raise them in response. After a brief pause, he finally admitted. "It’s less about being frightened," then he stopped, as if contemplating whether or not he should continue, before he seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Some of us had been...unhappy, with Adar’s decision to march onto the elven city. He insisted. Having an elf of all people make him change course has been a cause for confusion."

Celebrimbor was aware that he was gaping at the uruk in surprise, but he couldn’t make himself care. "You- I- Oh," he finally settled on, rather ineloquently. He tilted his head at the uruk. "So this marriage between him and me, it’s- actually something your people are glad about, too?"

He hadn’t been quite sure, to be perfectly honest. Seeing their leader bind himself to an elf and making it clear he had no intention of occupying his city beyond ridding it of the evil within, that could have been an incredibly unpopular opinion – even with how loyal the uruk were to their leader.

Glûg nodded, solemn, and then looked across the camp. As Celebrimbor followed in the same direction, his eyes landed on a group of uruk women, sitting together as they spun fabric or tinkered about, some of them with bundles on their chests or in their arms.

"He’s a new father," Celebrimbor’s other guard supplied, voice flat, and the smith saw and heard Glûg growl at his fellow lieutenant in response.

That- certainly explained a lot. The reluctance to have Adar walk into a bloody war with the elves, all to face Sauron, and the way Glûg was now so open with his thoughts on the matter. The uruk, too, had families they cared about. Families that had accompanied the soldiers right up to the edge of a potential battlefield. It made something in the smith soften.

"Congratulations," he said towards Glûg, voice gentle, and smiled when the other turned his attention back towards him. "I understand why it would make you uneasy, that Adar intended to seek an open conflict, then."

He paused, and his own eyes drifted across the camp as well. "I too, am terribly worried about the wellbeing of my people. I might not have children, but my subjects are very dear to me. I have endured too many losses in my life already," and then he faced Glûg again.

Perhaps it was all within Celebrimbor’s mind, but he felt as if some kind of understanding was passing between the two of them. After several moments, Glûg turned his head about in a surprisingly bird-like manner, and then leaned closer to the elf.

"Do you believe there is actually a chance?" he asked, lowly, "That elves and uruk might coexist without violence?"

Celebrimbor stopped and gave himself a moment to ponder his answer. "It will surely be difficult and not without missteps from either side. But...Adar believes it to be possible. As do I. We have convinced the elven leaders to try at least. So yes, I do believe there is a chance. If we can manage to defeat Sauron."

Glûg and the other lieutenant hissed at the mention of the Deceiver’s name, but otherwise, it seemed the elf’s words had put them at ease. Their little trio soon continued their walk through the camp – though this time, Glûg was beginning to point out different areas, and began to instruct the smith on the proceedings was taking place there as he guided Celebrimbor on an unknown path among the tents and campfires.

The elf smiled, and let himself be lead along, listening intently – particularly when Glûg mentioned that the uruk had forges nearby.

[justwriting]

THK Musing of Kant and Bison relationship so far (Ep 1 & 2)

I can’t stop thinking about this especially after I find out that there is a more accurate translation of what Kant said to Bison when he was trying to teach the latter how to bowl (from ep 1)

Source: link (the screenshot is from this link!!!)

Because oh, the 🐈‍⬛ & 🐭 teasing we see after the above scene gives such nuances beyond just Kant flirting and Bison playing hard to get (and also wary with Kant's motive).

The now infamous red room scene - we have Kant doing that little pat on the pillow, it’s a gesture of Kant being dominant (and he strikes me as someone who has always been in control, except when he had to obey Captain Chris, where he was basically coerced into doing the spying for his younger brother sake🫣)

Which led to Bison’s almost incredulous smile even as he felt instant attraction to the gorgeous guy he just met at the bowling alley.

Because Bison himself has never yielded to anyone, apart from Fadel (and he is already testing his boundaries with his older brother) and likely "Khun Mae."

We see the dynamics between these 2 established after that with Kant keeps trying to reigning some sort of command on Bison but Bison resisting, all undertone by them flirting like crazy (heh) (either Bison reminding Kant that he is still his own person or him positioning himself higher than Kant)

Even when Kant has the slight upper hand (because he is just physically taller than Kant), Bison is quick to deny him (like the toilet scene)

Or the garden scene (where again, Bison's is sitting higher than Kant, plus that chin gesture - it may look sweet, but it's a reminder to Kant that Bison remains in control)

Followed by the bowling scene (where Kant was quick to remind he allowed Bison to win)

Bison was then quick to counteract by challenging Kant to prove himself devoted to him by dancing together. The slip up of Kant's mask while Bison sharply observing that change in his face 🧐

And oh, that dance no!!!!

Everyone should take note not only the lyrics (which reflects Bison's heart and mind warring with each other - how clever of P' Jojo), but also the dance itself - I had to watch it several times to notice the first few sequences were the boys dancing on opposite directions (although still complimentary), but as they converged, the boys start to become in sync and came together at the end

I might be alone in this, but I think it was only after that dance Bison realised Kant can yield some of the control and meet him halfway, which then led to himself relenting and giving those sweet pecks on Kant's cheeks/lips.

Anyway, it will be interesting to see their tug of war power balance continues because as the preview in episode 3 shows, Kant continues to push but Bison does the same and refuses to bow down (I suspect Kant will end up liking the loss of some of his autonomy to Bison, at least in the bedroom anyway)

[silvashapeshifter]

i swear i enjoy listening to Muse at a normal amount (lie i'm kicking my feet rn like a 12 y/o talking about their crush, just by listening to them aaaeeuuuurgh <3)

^^^^^ real footage of me listening to Muse (trust trust)

the lyrics !!!!

the music !!!!!

MATTEW BELLAMY'S VOICE !!!!!!!

aaaeeuuuurgh <<333

[note-boom]

See here. BSD is a story about how all of our characters were once children. How the scars and wounds and secrets of their past will always haunt them to the present. We see it with Chuuya, Yosano, Ranpo, even Odasaku briefly, Atsushi, Tachihara, Akutagawa, Kyouka and Kenji right now, even Kouyou just a little bit. They've all overcome it or they've allowed it to consume them. And yet that brief glimpse into a past where they were young and scarred shows us once again just how human they are...every criminal, ever person, was once a child wounded by or protected from the world and doesn't that count for something even if it doesn't excuse the atrocities they commit today?

[firstdegreefangirl]

Time waits for no man, baby, time can go to hell (x)

[illuminchim]

Jiminiiiiiiiiii!

It was fun drawing him, until I get to the flowers…