#*hugs and never lets go*

[hinamie]

...........slips gege ¥2000

[ookamihanta]

spring

[gelatosushix]

Why do I always get sentimental over Inuokko reunions?

[blu-ish]

HE FINALLY GOT HIS BABY BROTHER BACK DONT LOOK AT ME--

[eddie-redcliffe]

'I think last night was a mistake. I'm not ready for whatever this is.'

[shirofairy]

Seeing one chapter of the twst anthology...

HIS FACE WHEN SOMEONE IS INVITING HIM 😭 I WANT TO HUG HIM SO HARD, HE'S SO CUTE

Also Mal-Mal buying gifts ❤️❤️❤️ and the fact he's buying them a gargoyle figurine because he loves it...like when you show someone something you really like, excited because the other person likes it too 😭😭😭 HE'S SO DAMN CUTE, HOW CAN EVERYONE BE AFRAID OF HIM?

Oh no Mal-Mal...you're starting to feel like something's not right...

His face 😭 he expected it deep in his heart, I'm sure... he's like "It was too good to be true"

Also him later showing to Silver the gargoyle figurine he bought before :'3

Source: mangadex

[starpawedart]

touch starved

[sea-buns]

Essek willingly leading a group of complete strangers down into Aeor, and trusting them with his true identity, AND telling them little factoids about him and his partner is already SO MUCH

But he also did it all KNOWING he'd likely encounter Ludinus for the first time since he gave up a beacon and became a traitor all those years ago. And, again, WITH TOTAL STRANGERS. FULLY absent of the comfort of his wonderful partner

I'm so proud our anxious hot boi look how far he's come ;-;

[caelanglang]

Living Longer

a message for someone on the edge…

from the waters of the sea, to the sands of the beach, to the concrete of the city, to the floorboards of your home — i hope you’ll be proud of yourself for living longer.

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 Qatar Grand Prix - Sprint - Oscar Piastri

[kazvha]

MORE ISO HEADCANONS

• He knows where the best clubs are in the city: Awesome music. Impeccable vibes. If you like partying, he'd be happy to take you with him

• He knows where the best spots are in general. Just ask him something and he knows where to go. It can be clubs, foods, shops, places to chill, places with great scenery, etc.

• Iso's someone who lets his actions speak for him. He doesn't say much, and some may think that it's rude, but the people who are close to him know that he usually has no ill intentions

• You often do that thing where you're holding hands and your hands are in the pocket of his jacket

• When it's raining, you're walking together under his navy-colored umbrella. And Iso's leaning the umbrella more to your side so that your shoulder doesn't get wet

• If you're pushing the umbrella back because you also don't want him to get wet, it turns into a whole game of pushing the umbrella back and forth😩 In the end, the umbrella slips out of your hands and both of you get drenched in the rain

• He'd like to introduce you to his grandma one day, he's sure she'll like you bc I mean, you already succeeded in winning his affection

• When you're bored, you brush his bangs up and kiss his forehead. He'll let you braid his bangs and put hair clips in them too

��� Pretty sure he has lilacs in a modern-looking vase in his room

• The first flowers he gifted you were also lilacs. If you only knew that in flower language lilacs mean 'first time feeling love for someone'... (ughh i love him so muchhh😭)

• You could stare for hours into his lilac-colored irises and their pattern, they're mesmerizing. There was a time in which Iso was insecure about his eyes, but he didn't show it. Your constant amazement made him appreciate his eyes a bit more

[no-light-left-on]

clean hands

[l4long-winded]

So this is somewhat inspired by the other anon about Carmy with the girl he can’t believe chose him. Maybe on a bad day, he’s just asking her why she’s with him and hes listing his bad traits and after every one she’s saying“I love you” until he stops. My man needs love, I want him so bad 😭😭

it's a culmination of it all. the piling stress from work, from this incessant need to prove himself, grief he has yet to fully process, capricious thoughts vying for his attention, exasperated expressions continuously staring daggers his way as if he's not running around without a sense of what he's doing, despite his brain instructing him this is the right path, while his heart isn't in any of it. he's having trouble breathing, to which you're there because you're always there for him at times like this as he's grasping at his chest, protecting it, and shielding it in case his rapid heart pounds its way out of his ribcage.

when he turns his head and observes the concern in your face mixed with the calming energy he really doesn't fucking deserve, his world tilts. the onslaught of it all shifts into his doubts, his insecurities, pointed at him with veracity he believes is consuming him the longer he stares. overwhelmed with emotion and panic, his fears surrounding you bloom full on his skin, thickening petals and branches crushing into the crevices of the veins in his arms and neck.

you could do better. so, so much better. you're not supposed to be here with carmen. he's kept you to himself, a caged bird he can't bother to let go of when you'd sing with access to the sky and new horizons ahead.

"i'm-i'm a fuckin' mess," he blurts, "what are you doin' here? with me? out of everyone?"

it's hard to decipher how heavy his words are when he's panting and his voice is close to cracking. it's as if he wants the answers to his question, but he's far too afraid of confirming the vicious betrayal of his doubt. he's convinced he doesn't sound ridiculous.

"because i love you."

"i-i-i fuck things up. i'll fuck you up. m'gonna ruin you and and and y-you're gonna hate me one day, n'won't blame you for a second-" he sputters, his words mashing together, strings of linguistics that don't sound like proper english. his mouth keeps opening and closing to release these incoherent ramblings, his ears bubbling with alarm bells.

"carm, i love you."

"i'm not right. i'm not fuckin' crazy," he gasps, "but i'm no good f'you. for anyone. not for my family, or, or, or my friends, if i fuckin' even have any at this point." his throat is tightening up, eyes shutting, the memory of you planted firmly behind his straining eyelids. he can't breathe.

"bear, listen, i love you so much."

"fuck, fuck, fuck this, fuck me, fuck everything, fuck the fucking restaurant, fuck, fuck, f-fuuuck it all—"

carmen flinches feeling your warm hands steady themselves on his cheeks. his lips and eyelids part, meeting your gaze. you're standing there in front of him, the combination of concern and calm remaining, as well as an affinity he will never, ever be able to understand. something about it soothes him, his breathing still ragged, but he inhales and exhales steadily out of the habit of this. it's not the first time this has happened, where he's so out of his mind that only few can pull him out before he's drowning in it. he shifts his face towards your palm, opting to press his lips against it. he should focus on breathing, but this action grounds him, muffling his worries, smothering them with the scent of your body lotion and the soft texture of your skin.

"i love you, carmen," you whisper. he hears you this time. the roar of his head dwindles down, fading in favor of hearing those words come off your lips again. he suddenly realizes how long you've been saying it while he was busy berating himself aloud with the secrets he buries deep inside.

he thinks he's going to say more shit if he tries to respond. this kind of thing has always been hard for him. pressured into it at times by his family, their defensive nature yanking it out of him by cutting at him and having it bleed out instead of nurturing it until it slips and that's all he can think about like it does with you. it spills like an inkwell. dripping over his skin. more permanent than the tattoos he's accumulated.

he nods. it's a slow and gradual thing, but he's accepting it. he wants desperately to say it back, but his lips shake with the threat of spewing more of the poison rattling in his lungs. he just keeps nodding, eventually hiding his head into your neck, lulled by the repetition of those beautiful, pacifying words.

"i love you, it's okay, breathe for me, i love you."

you love him. he's a mess and you love him. he's convinced he's going to hurt you, but you love him.

his arms tighten around you. he's positive you're capable of being better off without him, but he's not letting you go. he loves you too much to do that. he'll tell you later when he can breathe and when you inevitably render his thoughts into mush, replacing them with devotion, reassurance, and structure. yeah. yeah, he can do that. even if it's painfully obvious to everyone and you already know.

[aura2023]

Hijack week day 1 fantasy au! Hiccup as a dragon boy who likes to visit his shepherd "friend"

[deerest-deer]

thinking of them tonight </3

[tetrapodomorpha]

i love you lungfish i love you sturgeon i love you paddlefish i love you mormyrid i love you bichir i love you arowana i love you arapaima i love you electric eel i love you catfish i love you lamprey i love you bowfin i love you gar i love you freshwater freaks i love you evolution's most wonderful and most unique children i love you so-called monsters