#I love cute bois

[serafimkrex]

Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke x “tired of all y’all’s bull shit” S/O

Warnings: none 😦⁉️

tanjiro

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Yeah no he’s actually tired this time too

you both pulled Inosuke and Zenitsu away from each other like they were feral cats

Inosuke actually hissed at Tanjiro, funnily enough

you asks one of the girls to make tea for you both, and then sits in a bed, sipping it with you.

he knew you were tired right off the bat, and promises to tend to you! He actually put in a daisy to your tea as it symbolizes love (he felt roses would be too cliche)

he holds your hands tightly and warmly, and listens to your breathing,

he doesn’t want to talk just yet, afraid he may say the wrong thing

luckily, you talk first

”I really love you.” You whisper, before taking your hand away from his to rub your aching and pounding forehead.

“i love you too.” He whispers. “do you want me to cover the windows? dim the sunlight?” Tanjiro asks, already making his way to cover the windows with cloth. You nod as he does this, smiling at him before your eyes water

Fuck your tired.

your own body is telling you to just close your eyes.

tanjiro makes his way to the bed with you, hugging you from behind, arms around your waist

zenitsu

“y/n!!” He whines, searching around the butterfly mansion. He finally finds you, on the floor of a room, stretching.

he walks to you, tears in his eyes, wailing. “Inosuke beat me up!!!!!!!!” He yells, extending the “uh” sound “up”

“oh? I’m sorry baby.” You say looking up at him, as he’s standing. Your eyes are droopy, but you’re still scanning him for any actual injuries. His face cheeks (felt the need to specify he wasn’t spanked) are red from being slapped by inosuke

you almost chuckle, but you’re too tired to make fun of or poke at him

”does your head hurt? I Can get you ice for your head.” You say, monotonely, standing up and looking around

usually, Zenitsu would nod and mewl, wanting to rest his head in your lap and have you tend to him

but you sound like a zombie

”y/n…? What’s wrong?” He asks, wiping his tears. “I’m fuckin’ tired, in all honesty. The past 2 days you’ve been yelling in my ear, and me and Tanjiro have been having to pull you out of Inosukes arms a—“ you rant, before looking over at him

god he’s such an ugly cute ass bitch you want to slap him so badly (lovingly)

you walk over to him, rather than where the ice is to hug him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I uh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as usual! I Can tend to you this time…! Hey! We can cuddle!” Zenitsu responds

you nod, before getting ice for his head, and then putting it on his head, he keeps making attempts to kiss you, so you let him, kissing his forehead.

”I’ll be quiet today, okay??” Zenitsu says, not wanting to further agitate you

”haha, that doesn’t depend on you, Zenitsu… depends on whether or not Inosuke decides like beating you again.”

but he tries. for you. to avoid Inosuke. Resting with you the whole day

At least til Inosuke finds him.

inosuke

Honestly… he doesn’t realize you’re tired at first. He jumps at you, hugging you extremely tightly. Blabbing about how he just beat up Zenitsu—

you make a mental note to check up on Zenitsu later

”Y/N! Y/N!!! Are you even listening to me?!” Inosuke’s about to go on a long tangent about how much he does for you, and how he’s a king, and you should be more respectful, like how you usually are,

but a quick kiss on his nose stops him, he smiles giddy, and kisses your lips quickly

”Fine! I’ll show you mercy.” Inosuke huffs, slouching over as he processes the fuzzy feelings in his chest before standing up straight again.

he’s ready to rant again

”stupid blond was—!!!”

”Inosuke, I’m tired, baby.” You coo softly, your muscles ache from all the fighting and all the yelling from traveling with the group…

you honestly just want to find Tanjiro and enjoy a quick warm tea with him

Inosuke laughs at you, suggesting that training will help! he quickly begins to stretch, and forces you onto your ass as he kicks behind your knees.

his roughhousing manages to get you to stretch, and you feel a little better

at least until Inosuke suggests you finally train

”honey, honey, I want to rest??” You say, trying to persuade him.

He scoffs, and lets you. Depending on if you’re in the house or outside, he leads you to a couch or makes a grass cushion for you to lay on. He’s eating 🍙 as you sit down and rub your tired eyes

he suggests giving you a massage

its something youve done for him when he’s a lil too excited

but you reject, knowing he’d break your rib or something

“next time, dear.” You say, with a yawn

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[lilislegacy]

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

[kendyroy]

the duality of a man

[hinamie]

parenthood was not on my 2024 bingo card but clearly life is full of surprises

[bacchuschucklefuck]

january month of yuugi

[geetahiro]

tumblr,,, hello,,, first post,,,,?!?! I offer them 🤲

[iwasbored777]

Venom's reactions are sending me when he realizes that his enemies are more powerful than him and that he probably doesn't stand a chance

[forced-womanhood]

[somesmartsmarties]

Passing down the mantle

[nemkero]

uncle ekko

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

“What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever said?” The boy asks. The horse replies, “Help”.

k.b. // the boy, the mole, the fox and the horse - short movie

[wetfloor-sign09]

I don’t have words just noises

[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[orionshounds]

the choice for shadow to have softer brown eyes that only turn that vibrant red when he's using his powers is SOOOOO peak

[proxycrit]

(I point. Gently, in the voice of somebody who’s mind touched by the outer gods, i whisper truth in your ears:

Your honor the horses are now lesbians

(Anyways here’s the designs)