#I NEED TO CRADLE HIM I NEED TO LOVE HIM

[oh-katsuki]

satoru cracks a smile at you, his blue eyes scrunching over the rim of his glasses. you laugh. it comes from your gut where your deepest joy lives. rich and genuine, it crawls its way through your chest and up your throat until you are wide-mouthed with a smile.

something heavy settles over you as you look at him. satoru is beautiful, no doubt. he almost looks like an angel, with expressive features and a brightness to his visual qualities. there's so much to admire. such vibrant, cutting beauty. you swell and feel as your laughter takes on a dull edge.

the feeling—akin to grief—comes like a wave. it overtakes you all at once and before you know it, you are standing with your hands at your side and your head down. a single sob cuts through your laughter, then another, and another until you are unable to hold back the overwhelming rush of tears. 

satoru stops laughing and steps close to you, placing a wide palm on the side of your arm. you struggle to wipes your eyes, hiding behind the backs of your hands.

“woah, woah, what’s wrong?” his voice is gentle. it’s soothing. it’s a voice you didn’t want to believe satoru could use. 

“i just…" you deflate a little, finally voicing what this feeling is," i want to love you so badly."

satoru stands in front of you, his hand dropping from your arm. you inhale again, almost startled by your sudden and somewhat mortifying confession. you've still more to say though and you have no mind to stop it. the words come before thought.

"and I can’t because you’re wrong for me and I’m wrong for you and we can’t be happy because you’re a psychopath,” you take a breath and quiet your voice. “I’ve built my whole identity around hating you. and I’m realizing now what a mistake that was.” 

you’re grieving, you realize. grieving the loss of this part of your identity. the hatred, the competition, the fierce feeling of needing to be better than gojo satoru. you realize that there’s nothing left of it. 

he blinks at you for a moment and you wipe your eyes, steeling yourself for the fall. you wait for ridicule that never comes. 

satoru’s shoes are black. you stare at them while you feel him stare at you. then, you hear him inhale and you dread the most humiliating possibility of all— that he’s going to let you down easy. no competition, no fanfare, just pity for a silly girl he’d never feel the same about. you steel yourself to become another victim. 

“then love me,” he says firmly. 

“what?” you snap your gaze up to meet his. 

“love me.” 

“i can’t,” you breathe. “i don’t.” 

“love me,” satoru says again.

it’s like he’s calling to you, his silver tongue rolling off of the back of his front teeth with the heavy word. 

“i won’t.” 

“love me,” he repeats. 

then, satoru calls your name. it drips with affection and it is so jarring—so different—that your breath is stolen from you. he treats the word as if it's glass, simply because it belongs to you. if anything is to be called love, it’s this. you know it. you feel it. it had crept up into your chest long before you'd had the mind to realize it.

“okay,” you say on a breath. 

satoru steps towards you, closing the distance. in one motion, he tilts your head up and presses his mouth to yours. 

it’s warm. his mouth is warm. it feels nothing like his infinity. satoru’s lips are soft and pliable and human. you deflate on an exhale and he uses the momentum to pull you closer. 

“i love you,” he speaks into your mouth, against the press of your lips. “i love you,” he smears it into your cheek. “i love you,” into your throat.

you melt. the world gives way. satoru presses his mouth to yours and you find yourself saying it back. 

[catrasfreckles]

*wakes up*

I wonder how Pyrrha feels about her dead lover's dead daughter having the same name as her dead best friend

*goes back to sleep*

[sanjiaftersex]

whenever you feel like you're not good enough, remember Sanji's words

[royalarchivist]

Jaiden: Cucurucho, you have a lot of power, right?

Cucurucho: ...I don't know. Maybe.

Roier: Ah... Yes, you know, don't act like a dumbass, you have it. You have it, man. Eh?

Jaiden: Is there a way for us to protect all the Eggs? Do you know? I don't want anything to happen to the Eggs that happened to Bobby.

Cucurucho: Ha ha ha

Roier: WHAT? [Smacks Cucurucho]

Jaiden: [Bops him] Headpats.

Cucurucho: Maybe.

Jaiden: [Continues to bop him] Headpats. C'mon, I can get it out of you! Headpats! Chin scratches! Belly rubs!

Roier: [Joins Jaiden in bopping Cucurucho, chuckling and laughs]

Jaiden: Yeah? He's comin' around!

[Jaiden and Roier both laugh]

[dayurno]

u guys remember when jean was asking kevin to kill him and kevin looked into his eyes and said no and jean immediately folded. hydrogenic bomb vs coughing baby dynamic

[casualavocados]

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Behind the scenes of Ep. 12

Bonus (x)

[pixelatedraindrops]

being yuma kokohead is suffering

everyone's mean to him

he's just a little guy ;^;

[fatuismooches]

HIIII :3 ITS ME... the 🐓!!!!!!!!

So we've had brainror abt reader turning into a cat but what about Dottore?? and his segments?

Reader walks in one day to see a big blue puff cloud and when it disapears theres a bunch of blue cats roaming around and meowing (As soon as they see reader its on sight and they WILL be begging for affection)

Reader sitting on a counch while a bunch of cats surround and suffocate them (it reminds them of Foxttore and the pufflings)

I NEED TO BE SURROUDNED BY A BUNCH OF CATTORES NOWWW Auauuuug

all the cats BITING reader affectionately (they are so MEAN even though reader is so nice to them 😔) AND OMGGG ZANDY AS A TINY LIL KITTEN AUUUUGGG MY HEART IM EXPLODING. ZANDY KITTY 3 SAUCES TALL!!!!!!! his lil meows..... 😭😭

I am ill..... I need doctor..... - 🐓

DOTTOCATS!!! CATTORES!!! <3 It would be the result of a failed experiment of course, just like all the other mishaps that always happen in the lab. Only that this is a lot worse than all the other ones. For them, at least. For you, you could die happily, surrounded by all of this kitty cuteness. Cattores are not amused by your lack of seriousness at the situation. No, they are not cute. Wait, is that a Kamera you have? Don't you dare.

Unfortunately for them, despite all the words they try to spew out, it only comes out as 'meow meow, meow meow meow! meow!' much to their dismay. You don't take their kitty anger too seriously, until they quickly learn how to utilize their new body (biting and repeatedly clawing your leg for attention). (Funnily enough somehow the masks shrunk down to the same size too?)

You will have the tall task of creating the cure to turn them back to normal humans but it won't be too much of a problem, they already have the ingredients in their mouth and are impatiently waiting for you to hurry up. You take your sweet time and take lots of breaks petting Zandy kitty, the only one who doesn't bite you and always brushes against your leg.

Just please cancel that meeting he has with Pantalone today. Please. And then be prepared for when he turns back. At least a cat his biting power isn't that much. As a human, however, well, you already know how that goes. (Isn't he much better to cuddle like this, Dottore asks, as you are trapped for a long time in his arms.)

[rcmclachlan]

what if i put my life in your hands? what if i took your life in mine?

[kacievvbbbb]

Listening to Ribs by Lorde thinking about a pre breakup Mihawk telling Shanks.

“Your the only friend I need”

And Shanks a man who has always known company and has dedicated his life to having friends/family, doesn’t know how to take that.

Mihawk who intended this as a “flirt” is doing his best looking up through his eyelashes trick.

This does not help. At all

[m1d-45]

More unrelated Bird Xiao blurbs because this idea has me in a chokehold.

Xiao always felt guilty about the scar he left on your hand when he but you. He nuzzles that scar with his little feathered head every chance he gets.

Zhongli noticing Xiao is in a much better mood these days. When the former archon asks the yaksha about it, he swears he saw Xiao give a small smile before he left to pray to the creator.

Xiao gets hurt in his bird form. He can't fight back in this little body and ends up with a broken wing. When the true creator finds him, he can only chirp sadly and apologetically. 'I'm so sorry,' he thinks, 'I just wanted to find you.' But instead of leaving him there like he expected, you oh-so-carefully pick him up and use what little powers you have to heal him. His heart aches for you when he hears you murmuring comforting words to him while you hold him close. He never wants you to let go of him.

-sibling anon, who is currently fixated on all the fluff+angst material of this idea

honestly i could probably post this stuff as like. a Genuine Post. but i wanna answer this now and also have a really sad post right after valentine’s day (which is already q’d) so… here’s 800 words of bird xiao :)

xiao’s fond of sitting in your palm, head resting on the small scar on your finger. he feels so bad for it, always, the glimpse of blue engrained in his memory, but he hopes by covering it you won’t hate him for it.

you don’t hold it against him (honestly, you probably forgot) and treat him as you always do: with kindness. you pet over his wings and give him your almonds, and in return he sings you a gentle song.

he’s seen at the inn less and less often, it’s so quiet on the balcony that verr ends up calling zhongli over. the consultant knew the yaksha, somehow, and she hoped he could find out what was wrong. zhongli wasn’t expecting anything serious, but when the balcony was empty even after he called for him…

(across liyue, xiao stiffened in your hands. you frowned, but he only flapped up, up, and away, leaving you as suddenly as he arrived)

xiao appears a moment before zhongli was going to call again, seeming… almost relaxed.

they talk, and though xiao swears he’s keeping up with his duties… zhongli knows he isn’t lying, but he can see how his debt has lessened. his shoulders are straighter, he isn’t as hunched over, and his hands aren’t balled at his side.

zhongli eventually shrugs it off. hes not surprised xiao hasn’t been hanging around as often when the traveller recently went to sumeru; love does strange things to people.

xiao’s only seen you in his mortal form once, and it was entirely by accident.

he’d been traveling from one hilichurl camp to the next, and your paths had crossed. he’d frozen, unused to seeing you when he want the size of your palm, but even from a distance he could see the terror in your eyes.

he hated it.

he couldn’t move for you if he wanted to—he did, he wanted to stop and hold you like you’d held him, wanted to brush his hands over your skin and assure you you had nothing to fear—as you turned and fled, leaving him alone on the trail. he couldn’t blame you, in truth, not when his spear was drawn and his face was taught with irritation. it made sense you’d be afraid of him, just… he wasn’t prepared for it to hurt this badly.

he’s been careful to only approach you in his smaller form ever since, no matter how far he had to fly. it wasn’t worth scaring you.. not after he’d already hurt you once.

he was distracted as he flew, not seeing the hawk that was diving for him until it was too late. the claws of the larger bird slammed him into the earth with a sharp crack, and he let out a cry. he couldn’t shift, not now, not when it was the time when you were usually walking about-

“hey!”

the bird didn’t pay attention to your call, only pressing xiao down further, but he did. he tried to wriggle from the hawk’s grip, to avoid the sharp beak that could spell his death in this smaller form. all he needed to do was get out, to slip free- but what if you saw him? would you still be afraid of him?

a large stick hit at the hawk, knocking its beak from xiao. you’d picked one up, one of the many splintering sticks scattered in liyue. you.. were protecting him.

the hawk cried and let him go, flapping backward, but you continued to jab at the dirt in front of it until it caved in and flew away.

xiao tried to flip to his feet, but one of his wings was hurt badly, pain shooting up his shoulder when he tried to move it. another weak chirp slipped out of him without his meaning to, and you turned, worry on your face.

you knelt—you shouldn’t be doing that, not to him, not when he was so dark and you were such a bright light—and carefully picked him up, cradling his small form in your palm. the warmth from your hands quickly covered his body, seeping into the definitely broken bone and easing some of the pain.

you carried him back to your messy camp, carefully hand-feeding him bits of almonds. if he weren’t covered in feathers, he’d surely have flushed a bright red, but he couldn’t deny that the food did help slightly.

for the rest of the day, he sat in your palm in a quiet half-sleep, weakly chirping whenever you checked on him. other birds came and went, but you kept him sheltered in your hand, wiping away any dust on his feathers.

by the time morning came, his wing was barely even sore.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ending it all i fear

[gothsuguru]

deadpool my beloved <333

[sleepingghostt]

He’s going in and out of sleep. The tv is the only source of light in the apartment, the volume low and droned. A random college game’s on, one that Daiki doesn’t give a shit about. He’s way too comfortable right now. A low curse sounds through the space, aimed at the tv, a low rumble against the bluenette’s ear.

The fingers in his hair still before moving again; dull nails scratching against his scalp as they sift through silk blue strands. Fuck, it feels like heaven and unable to hold back, Daiki releases a soft hum.

Taiga says nothing but the arm around the younger’s waist tightens, a pair of lips pressing to the top of his head, lingering, then pressing again.

Kiss…kiss…kiss…kiss…kiss. “Mmm… sweet boy…”

Daiki’s eyes droop at the contact and the mumbled praise and he yawns before snuggling deeper into the redhead’s warm chest, the big fuzzy blanket cocooned around them brushing up against his dark cheek as Taiga takes his fingers from his hair and cradles him close with both arms, face in soft locks, set to fall asleep with his lover.

Kiss…kiss…kiss…kiss…kiss…

Warmth…safe…loved…Taiga.

[feppepurin]

happy asterius wednesday ♡♡♡ im making this in an official holiday on my blog thank you

[his outfit is from here ¡¡¡]

[glitchtricks94]

Yeah, the Hashira are cute, but have you seen Gyutaro? He's just utterly deranged, spiteful, mean, and I dunno, I wanna kiss his pretty face until he can't think straight.

No one can blame me for having a taste for deranged men, I've pretty much always been this way towards people I can tell just need a pair of soft hands to gnaw on while they get snuggles. That and I don't really care, I love my deranged pond scum man 💜💜💜💜💜💜