#I love him so much cries

[failyaoi]

sets myself on fire

[fledermaus-art]

Experiment ??? Name: Pebbles Ability: Being a baby

Speaks in short, often incoherent sentences. Loves soft blankets, toys, and snuggling.

Characteristic inspirations: Stitch, Babyfier, Finder, and Snooty.

[rfaromance]

saeyoungs answer to charm or be charmed is making me think of most of his phone calls. MC exists and he just goes brain dead. ESPECIALLY if you flirt back. saeyoung "i can be pretty sadistic" can take it as good as he gives. one of my favorite call bits has to be "my name is MC and my three sizes are--" bc he just. completely loses his mind. you can HEAR the tomato-red blush.

he can be smooth as he wants in the chatrooms because we can't hear him but I imagine every time MC flirts back he just [pulls up his hood over his face, yanks the drawnstrings shut, screams for 30-60 seconds, THEN replies] and i will die on this hill. he's too in love for this

Saeyoung short-circuiting when MC flirts back is my favorite thing!

It's... strongly implied that he's been forced to flirt to get close to agency targets, sometimes downright seducing them. Targets of all genders, as the agency was able to use his baby face when he started as a beautiful girl. He knows how to flirt. He's highly perceptive of people's wants and desires but also their fears and concerns. He can change his character as he gathers more data on his targets, knowing what to say or do to make progress or secure the outcome he wants.

None of that mattered because he didn't actually have feelings for those people. They were just a job to finish. He doesn't let himself get attached to anyone, even trying to stay a few steps removed from the RFA, let alone targets.

But MC? Oh no. He can't feel this way. He's not allowed to feel this way. But as long as MC doesn't reciprocate--

Oh no.

Once MC flirts back, especially over phone calls, he is dead. He's doomed. He knows he's screwed. He's hopelessly in love and does NOT have a plan or script for that. He definitely is losing his mind in chatrooms too, but at least he knows how to type even when his brain is malfunctioning.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

LOOOK, LOOK WHAT MY MOTHER MADE FROM CAKE. AAAAAAAAAA-

[charismat1c-megafauna]

I watched Conclave (2024)

[beaulesbian]

Strawhats + believing in Luffy becoming the King of the Pirates

+ bonus, a proud brother Sabo:

[yrkhn]

i feel bad so im gonna post this shi from23(?)

explanation:

1. Bruce tries to reconnect with Jason. This comes a couple of years after Jason's return and a lot of events afterward. During another family holiday, Bruce finds Jason alone outside the manor and the one-sided conversation happens, during which Bruce says those words. Anger and resentment prevent Jason from answering anything.

2. Years later and AFTER ETHIOPIA (you know... this Damien arc). Bruce screwed up. Jason hated him for it, a lot happened and after a long time and a showdown they came to peace. Jason can see how tired Bruce is and he knows every word Bruce is going to say to him, he knows it all by heart. So one day, after another fight, Jason just says THIS back to him.

He hadn't said that since he was the kid Bruce carried in his arms. And they both know it.

That's it. :3

sorry my english is bad i know i just wanted to share this with you

[micamone]

hewwo

[gunstellations]

its sonics turn! 👅

[everwalldigan]

The friendliest of reminders that Bruce cried in his room for an hour when Jason was taken away by cps

“Alfred has never known the man to act so helpless… so defeated” if anyone needs me I’ll be crying in the corner

[aka-indulgence]

What if he loves me and is very gentle with me

[kruegerspillow]

thinking about simon who's absolutely gobsmacked after you'd risked your own life for his. he was stuck between awe and anger as he watched your hit figure.

[ALTERNATIVE ENDING HERE!]

MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE BENEATH THE CUT ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

Simon's heart stopped as soon as he heard the sudden gunshot. You'd gotten yourself in his way in order to prevent the bullet from going through your lieutenant. The corner of his eyes twitched before the screaming of soldiers snapped him out of his thoughts. Your blood splattered on Simon's uniform.

"Bloody 'ell, price! There are dozens of 'em. Call fo' fuckin' backup!" Gaz grunted out in the radio, annoyance dripping down his voice. Simon shouts out orders to his other teammates, his voice unwavering.

You groaned, shifting on the ground before you felt a pair of shaky arms wrapped around your figure, lifting you up with ease as your throat tightens. Simon's eyes pierced through yours, his mask hiding  the expression beneath them. He made his way to an isolated corner, while the sound of bullets wheezing past the both of you echoed.

"Ya wanna play hero now, huh?" His voice was filled with wrath, though lacked actual bite.

He placed you down, kneeling in front of you as you let out a pained grunt. His hand hovered over your body, feeling nearly unsure for the first time. Your eyes squeezed shut, and Simon felt his heart ache at the sight.

His shaky hand made its way to your cheeks, lifting your head so you could look up at him as he murmured words of encouragement that you couldn't seem to pick up. His other hand helped you exert pressure on the bleeding wound.

"Don't close your fuckin' eyes, ya hear me? Look at me. Look at me. Hey, that's an order." He whispered, his voice cracking as the world spun around you.

The hands that were once on your cheek made their way to the tourniquet in his vest. Fuck, Simon thought in his head.

The battlefield has no place for love. War won't stop just to let you see your loved ones once again. Simon knew that by keeping his 'no bullshit' facade. Yet, moments like this are the ones that the Ghost could not prevent. He hated how you made him soft, he hated the way his gaze lingered around your figure, he hated how your words had its way with him. But, now? This may or may not be the last time he'd be able to touch you, to feel your skin against his, to show you just how much he loves you, even though you would never understand the amount of love he has for you.

The screaming of soldiers died down as the hostiles retreated from the area. Simon wrapped the tourniquet around your leg, pausing for a moment.

"Breathe, yeah? This... this may sting a bit." Simon spoke up, and you nodded.

He tightened the tourniquet, causing you to nearly jerk. He softly shushed you, his eyes darting from your wound to your facial expression. Once he finished tightening it around your leg, his hands went to the radio.

"Bravo 0-7 to Bravo 0-6, we need evac immediately. Fuckin' hell this place has turned into a bloody massacre." Simon murmured.

"Got your coordinates, we'll be there in ten."

The atmosphere went quiet. Gaz and the other soldiers checked around the area for any hostels while Simon stayed by your side, his chest rising up and down in exhaustion. He quietly gathered his composure.

"Ghost..." Your weakened voice caught his attention.

His eyes softened as he watched you quietly, his hands falling to the side as he stayed kneeling on the ground. The stench of blood and gunpowder lingered around the both of you. Your breathing regulated, he noticed.

"Feelin' better, hero?"

"...Never felt better."

A small, muffled scoff left his lips. His eyes hovered around you, as if he was admiring you. The color of your eyes, the way your chest rose up and down. You met his gaze, noticing the familiar look in them. A swirl of emotions took over his mind.

He longs for the feeling of your touch— the feeling of your lips against his. He wished he could just pull you into a deep, passionate kiss that he had always hoped for; just to show you how much he loves you. Just to let you know that he'd only loved you from the start, just to prove to you that he is a human being capable of love—

But he can't.

You'll never realize just how much he needed you. You'll never notice the way his gaze lingers at you for far too long. You'll never notice the way his eyes soften at the sight of you. And, perhaps, you never will.

The sound of the helicopter filled the area, snapping him out of his trance. As Simon cleared his throat, he carefully lifted you up. Gaz's footsteps echoed through the building before his eyes shifted to Simon. He gestured for the both of you to get into the helicopter.

Simon stood up, carefully making his way out of the building with precise steps.

"Ghost?"

"... Yeah?"

" I, ahem..." you paused for a moment, "Thank you... for helpin' me back there."

Fuck, he felt his heart shattering into a million pieces.

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[angelcake10023]

Important Bunny Tang detour from the angst because I said so

Inspired by @skellebonez fic which you can find here. Go give it a read if you haven’t because it’s ✨👌👌👌👌 chefs kiss

[bucky-obsessed]

This-

This scene destroyed me, I love it so much!

[ceaselessims]

the fact that martin blackwood haters exist is so confusing to me like he's a bitch who moans and complains but also sets fire to things for fun and successfully manipulates avatars and gets jealous about the avatar of death waking up his boyfriend up from a coma and is both jon's staunchest defender and not afraid to call out jon's bullshit

[heeha-must-die]

man i love gerard way or sth