#H xx

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

H. G. Wells’ The Invisible Man (1912)

[fortheloveofaussiegrit]

Mark in his influencer era (for HSBC, the bank)

[hanjnah]

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31 | demon | disabled, half-mute | it

body of a doll, aminal, clay

talisman key, child witch hands, play

[solarsonicsoda]

Wrestlemania Main Event Reviews - Wrestlemania XX

Chris Benoit def. Shawn Michaels and Triple H (c) for the World Heavyweight Championship in 24:03

Not really looking forward to this one because Chris Benoit is a monster and I don’t want to really talk about him, but I will focus on the wrestling side of things for review purposes. Sorry if this entry is a tad dry without any fun notes or lyrical flair.

HBK is out first and the red gear is reminiscent of his gear against Stone Cold at Wrestlemania. Benoit out next, and then HHH to a chorus of boos. Hebner checks each wrestler as the tension builds. Benoit and HBK fight over who attacks HHH first as both have a gripe with him. Brutal chops back and forth between the two and HHH gets sent outside as they fight. Technical exchange between the two and various pinning combinations, with bridging out, rollups and a bridging suplex. HHH comes back in, throwing HBK out but he skins the cat and as he throws Benoit that way, HBK throws him out as the two former DX men square off. Big backdrop from HBK and more knife edge chops. HBK is running but HHH hits a big knee. Benoit comes back in with shoulder barges through the ropes but goes straight into a knee from HHH. He slams him into the apron, but on the second one, HBK hits a baseball slide immediately after, sending both to the floor in a creative spot. HBK hits a nice moonsault to them on the outside. HBK and HHH back inside, going back and forth until HHH sets up for a Pedigree but Benoit comes in and takes out both. He throws HBK into the ring post and targets HHH with a suplex and some chops. Triple H counters with an Irish whip and places him on the top rope and Benoit ends up in the tree of woe position. HHH Irish whips HBK into Benoit and gets a 2-count. He attempts it again but HBK reverses and Benoit sticks out a boot. HHH and HBK go back and forth, and Benoit clotheslines HBK out the ring out of nowhere. Benoit hits triple German suplexes on HHH and signals the diving headbutt. HBK crotches him in on the top, attempts Sweet Chin Music on HHH who ducks and hits a DDT. He rolls outside and Benoit and HHH fight with Benoit in the top rope. HHH hits a superplex for a 2-count.

They fight back and forth, HHH attempts a Pedigree and Benoit fights to lock in the Crossface. HBK quickly breaks it up and hits a German suplex of his own on HBK, but Benoit counters another into another triple German suplex. He hits the diving headbutt on HBK but only gets a two-count. HBK hits a forearm that sends Benoit to the outside and kips up. He hits an atomic drop, bodyslam, and elbow drop on HHH, and sets up for Sweet Chin Music. He connects but Benoit pulls out HHH. HBK and Benoit fight outside and inside, more big chops from HBK. HBK gets sent into the corner and does his wild sell, Benoit attempts a Sharpshooter but settles for a catapult into the ring post. Michaels is bleeding as Benoit eventually locks in the Crossface. HHH grabs the hand of HBK as he is about to tap, and he and Benoit brawl outside. HHH sends Benoit into the steps then clears the announce table. Benoit fights back and attempts a German suplex on top of the table, but Triple H regains control and attempts a Pedigree. HBK gets involved and he and HBK suplex Benoit through an announce table. HBK is extremely bloody. HBK beckons HHH inside the ring and they fight back and forth, with HBK launching HHH out the ring and into a cameraman with an Irish whip. HHH gets thrown into a ring post and he’s bleeding too. HHH is able to hit a Pedigree out of nowhere but he is slow to cover and Benoit is able to break it up. HHH targets Benoit but he fights back. HHH attempts a Pedigree but Benoit reverses into a Sharpshooter. The crowd is loud. Benoit drags him back from the ropes but HBK breaks it up with Sweet Chin Music. He slowly covers Benoit but gets a 2-count. HBK sets up Sweet Chin Music on Benoit but he ducks it and swiftly ejects HBK. HHH attempts the Pedigree but Benoit locks in the Crossface. HHH stays conscious, tries to roll out, Benoit rolls through, HHH tries to fight it, but he has to tap. Benoit wins. Eddie Guerrero, the WWE Champion, meets his friend in the ring as confetti falls and they emotionally embrace. 

Pros: Well-executed action, quick-paced, intense, hot crowd, exciting, surprise result that the fan’s wanted Cons: Not something that should affect the rating but future events make it hard to invest as expected and make the ending celebration pretty upsetting. 

This match was extremely well-done and I’m struggling to find fault in it within the time capsule of March 2004. Three wrestlers who were talented in their profession had a high stakes match with captivating action and the crowd were invested throughout, with the most popular person at that time winning. 

4.5 STARS OUT OF 5

[jlf23tumble]

I’m all for LT sex god icon for all but I’ll never understand Eleano if he was actually (that) into women. Maybe during 1D for the early Larr of it all but to bring her back as a gf and keep her around - do y’all think he really liked liked her? And this is zero shade to her - she’s very pretty. It’s not like he had some good boy reputation to keep up and needed some long term lady for propriety. The math ain’t mathing for me personally but I agree with Jen that this new image is amazing for him and his career and I love to see him sexily thriving.

Well, I'm probably the wrong person to ask because it's my own headcanon that Eleanor has always been the Harry proxy, she was the surface relationship to the one just below, which is why I was always floored when larries would shit on her for being there because, uh, if/when they break up, GUESS WHAT is goin' on with the subsurface relationship that this one is covering up for in songs about long-term couple vibes, oops!

[dancefloors]

I hate watched the trailer and cringed so hard especially at the part where she’s like I’m too old for you and he’s like no you’re not and kisses her 😬. they’re not trying to hide that the character is a stand-in for Harry at all especially with the lame tats and British accent like it’s really laughable. I get that the original fanfic/wattpad book is based on Harry but damn

Major side eye when Nicholas started talking in that slow northern accent and gesturing with his ringed up hands while an 80s inspired pop synth song with gibberish lyrics played in the background. do not cite the deep magic to me witch I was there when it was written.

[steelycunt]

top 5 worst sex r&s have ever had (with each other to be clear. not with other people cause then you know that whatever the hell conceived teddy lupin would be #1)

absolutely incredible prompt. i feel like theres a difference between physically bad sex and emotionally bad sex so theres a bit of a mix of both on this list xx

5. their first time. big points for the emotional side of things but it makes the list because i fear it is unlikely that they would have had a sufficient sexual education up to this point xx sorry xx

4. feel like they'd have sex in like. a broom cupboard or something at school while they're sneaking around in seventh year. which wouldn't necessarily be bad per se but also pretty uncomfortable i reckon like. idk its pretty dusty in there they're tripping over brooms and buckets and mops etc. well its just not ideal there are nicer placers to have sex i would argue

3. sad grimmauld place sex. quite tender just also quite sad xx

2. angry first war sex. physically actually i think it'd be pretty good however emotionally they both suspect each other of being the traitor which i personally argue may put a bit of a dampener on the tone of things.

1. feel like the first time they have sex while s is laying low at lupins would be uhh. well. well i think they would have had better times. in s' defence at least he has not had sex in like thirteen years or something but. nonetheless i feel it would top the list.

[travelbasscase]

like. i can barely find women's jeans that fit. and you think looking in the men's section, yknow where the clothes typically aren't cut with a body shape even close to mine in mind, would be better? i want pockets that aren't tiny or (worse) sewn shut, but pants falling off isn't worth that. if i go to the men's section, most pants would be hanging off of me.

we just want clothes that function

i hate when someone says "clothes marketed to women are less practical/don't have pockets/are too revealing in general" and everyone just tells them to buy clothes from the men's section bc like don't you think women deserve to have wearable clothing made for us. also some of us have body types that make shopping in the men's section impractical AND some of us may want to wear things with aesthetic attributes that you can't find in the men's section but still want to be comfortable and not have our clothes disintegrate after three washes

[arabellasrevenge]

[29121996]

i think . i need to be bonked on the head

[scarlet-star-witch]

His Sacrifice

Summary: Aemond makes the decision to save the one he loves over his brother.

Reader is Rhaenyra's daughter and is in a secret relationship with Aemond

WC: 1.5 K

Tumblr is a piece of shit that deleted the request but to whoever sent this, hope you enjoy xx

Part 2

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The screams of men below were almost inaudible over the roar of her dragon. She felt powerful, she felt vindictive, a smug satisfaction washing over her as she decimated the Green army below, the traitors who dared to usurp her mother.

Yet her heart was aching. 

Her eyes scanned the skyline, nervously awaiting Vhagar’s presence, awaiting his presence. 

Her throat tightened and she blinked rapidly to stave off the tears that threatened to fall. She’d cried enough tears over him, over the divide that wedged between them, threatening to break them apart completely. She had to be done. 

A trill made her perk up, looking over her shoulder, her eyes wide, her chest aching, but as she caught sight of the smaller, gold dragon headed her way, her devastation soon turned to anger. 

Aegon. 

Her face shifted, her agony now hatred. Her teeth grit with effort as she pulled at the reins, swooping dangerously close to the soldiers below her, a smirk painting her lips at their cries of terror. 

“Vermithor… attack.”

The dragon below her roared, a mighty sound that shook the bones of those who watched from below. 

She distantly heard Aegon’s call and held onto the handles of the saddle in a white-knuckled grip as she swerved out of the way of the stream of fire Sunfyre spat at her. She winced, flinching away from the barrage of flames that met her too closely. 

The dragons fought a vicious and bloody fight, Vermithor’s talons tearing Sunfyre across her belly, her cries echoing, shaking the ground below. 

Over her dragon’s head that now had the other poor dragon’s neck in his jaws, she met Aegon’s eyes, her gaze alight with hateful glee as she noticed the fear in his eyes. 

But suddenly, his expression shifted, a smile growing as he breathed out in relief. 

Turning, she saw the enormous figure of Vhagar looming forward, like a killer stalking its prey, ready to devour her with ease. 

Her heart dropped, the grip on the reins slipping from her hands, as if she already accepted her fate. 

Swallowing against the lump in her throat that grew, she closed her eyes, refusing to see the look on her lover’s face as he ended her. 

~~

They met in the dead of night, as they always had, meeting on a nondescript island halfway between Dragonstone and King’s Landing. 

He was already waiting for her as she descended from the skies, landing Vermithor beside the hulking figure of Vhagar. 

He was approaching her before she could unsaddle herself. 

His hands were on her before her feet met the ground. 

She was brought into his arms before she could say a word. She embraced him as she always did, desperately, as if it would be their last. With the state of their families, it might just be. 

“Are you alright?” She asked worriedly as she pulled out of his arms, her eyes frantically searching for his face, finding only despair.

“You cannot go tomorrow.” He told her swiftly.

“What-”

“They commanded me to take Vhagar to Rook’s Rest.”

Her face remained impassive as she took in his words, though the storm that raged within her was devastating, shattering every ounce of hopeful excitement she’d felt when she received his raven to meet her that night.

“Aemond, I-”

“You cannot go. Please.” He begged her. 

Her gaze met his and the frantic desperation she saw in his lone eye stirred sadness within her, the divide between their families that had slowly been tearing them apart delivering another fatal blow. 

“I have to. You know I have to.” She answered quietly, mournfully, as if she was already accepting her fate. She couldn’t fight Vhagar, she couldn’t win against him. 

He cursed and took a step away from her, placing his hand over his mouth as he tried hard to rein in his anger, his fear of what would happen to her, to them, as they met on the battlefield.

They always knew it would happen eventually, but it didn’t mean they were ready for it. They had been content to live in a fantasy together, as if they could pretend they weren’t living their reality, that they could’ve lived a happy life together. 

He stepped towards her again, taking her face in his hands. 

“Please, you cannot- I cannot-” He stammered and let out a shaking breath, his tortured gaze locked on hers. “Love, please, don’t go.”

“We always knew this would happen.”

His anger flared at the resolution he heard in her voice, at how quickly she was willing to accept this, that they were to meet on the battlefield, with only one of them returning victorious. He couldn’t accept it, he wouldn’t.

He shook his head wordlessly, his brows furrowed as if in pain. Her arms wrapped around him and he was quick to return the hug, holding her to him tightly. He let out a shaking breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he held her, silently praying it wouldn’t be for the last time.

“We should’ve left while we still had the chance.” She spoke with a small laugh that held nothing but sadness. Aemond nodded, his hands gripping her firmer, his thoughts a mirage of what their life would be if he had taken her up on her offer to escape to Essos all those years ago.

He desperately wished he had agreed. 

“Whatever happens tomorrow-”

“Don’t.” He begged, his heart already aching at the thought of what they would face. 

“Whatever happens,” She repeated more sternly as she looked at him intently. “It won’t change what we have. Nothing will change how I feel about you, even if I cannot feel anything at all.”

He practically shuddered at the thought, the mere notion of losing her too much to fathom and bowed his head until his forehead met hers, their shaking breaths shared. 

“I’ll love you even after the end.” 

He couldn’t hear any more. He kissed her firmly, pouring every bit of love he had for her and had felt for her for years into every caress of his lips, every tantalizing swipe of his tongue, every heated touch that he bestowed onto her beautiful body he had worshiped in secret. 

~~

I’ll love you even after the end

The words echoed in his mind all night. As he left her side to return to King’s Landing before the sun rose, they wouldn’t leave his head, torturing him over and over again, until he felt as though he couldn’t take another breath. 

Now, as he sat atop Vhagar, eyeing the battle in the skies above with bated breath, he knew he had only one choice to make. 

A choice that came all too easily, a choice he would make again each and every time. 

He commanded Vhagar to fly, her large frame taking to the skies slowly, his eye locked onto Vermithor, his heart in his throat as he saw her small frame duck out of the way just in time before Sunfyre’s jaws locked onto her. 

He felt nothing but relief as Vermithor trapped Aegon’s dragon in his jaws, he felt nothing as his brother’s dragon cried out in pain. 

But the blinding rage he felt as he watched Sunfyre swiped her claws against Vermithor’s face, dangerously close to her, made his blood boil.

His hands clenched, his jaw tight, his lone eye dark with resolve as he soon accepted the consequences he would face, the judgment the Gods would place on him. 

But he didn’t care. He would slay his brother if it meant she lived. He would slay millions to save her, without thought. 

“Dracarys!” He yelled, his eye remaining on Aegon who tried to shield himself from the flames that descended upon him. He grunted as Vhagar crashed against Vermithor, harshly nudging the dragon out of the way, Vermithor growling menacingly at Vhagar, before jerking to the side, her command of the reins forcing her dragon not to engage. 

He watched, his heart racing, as she flew away from the scene, away from Aegon as he fell alongside Sunfyre’s broken and burning body. 

He paid little mind to anything else and followed after her. They flew for a few minutes, away from the chaos of battle, away from any prying eyes that would reveal their secret.

He descended just a second after her, landing Vhagar next to Vermithor, his hands shaking as he undid his ties, jumping down his dragon’s frame unsteadily. 

“What the fuck was that?!” She yelled as she stomped towards him, tears in her eyes, unsure of what to make of the emotions overwhelming her. “Do you know what you have just done?”

He ignored her yells and grabbed her hands, pulling her to him, his arms wrapping around her tightly. She squirmed in his grip for a moment, her adrenaline still thrumming through her veins,  before finally giving in as she felt him shaking against her. 

She let out a trembling breath, her arms coming up to wind around him. She let her eyes fall closed as his hand rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. 

“What did you do?” She asked wearily, her voice hoarse and weak with exhaustion.

“What I had to.”

[zenmantra]

Modern Pool Los Angeles Example of a large minimalist backyard concrete and rectangular infinity hot tub design

[blackangelene]

Infinity Pool Large minimalist backyard concrete and rectangular infinity hot tub photo

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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[steelycunt]

I was a narrator in the nativity three years running and in my last year of primary school I got cast as a narrator AGAIN but I asked to change so I could be a shepherd with my friends 🐑 not sure what that says about me but I did always have my head in a book tbf. King Herod is a flex!! xx

slay!! never got cast as the narrator…had a very slight stutter as a child which probably contributed to that particular creative decision although one year the girl i was meant to be saying my lines with DID have to drop out last minute so i stepped up and got to say both her lines and mine xx just saying xx i remember them by heart xx would’ve loved to be a shepherd though!! the tea towel is such a classic look

[petalsandpurity]

I’m such a dumbass that I’ve just realised I’ve worn the same ‘one month’ contact lens for. Almost. Six. Months.