#Just give me a sec

[beearcheops]

project eden's garden memes/screenshots cuz I finished watching ch 1

bonus screenshot that I forgot

[moonlit-escape]

KC: time to oil this bad boy up!!

KC: The pan.

KC: the boy is SPREAD

KC: The batter.

KC: getting a taste of the boy

KC: he is TASTYYYYY

[kushanna]

i always do this thing where i'm very excited to read something and then when i finally get to it i take a break. wanted so bad to get to ep. 3 manga and now that i'm finally here and can start at any moment my brain stood up and said uh not now. you're going to read a biography and a book of short stories instead. go figure

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[burningivy]

I am going to do something

[lazyjellyfish300]

MINNIE! don't make me cry in this Home Depot 😭😭😭

"a feeling that is as intangible as it is potent."

"safe and untamed. Reserved and yet passionate."

And somehow you managed to express what it's like to be loved by him so beautifully 😩😩 but I shouldn't be surprised because OFC you could with your unbelievable artistry 🙂‍↕️🔥💕

an exercise in expression

It’s always eluded you, always sat just beyond your reach, so you persuade yourself that the combination of words that accurately conveys what it is like to be loved by Nanami Kento simply doesn’t exist.

You’re firmly convinced now, so you’ve long since abandoned the absolute fool’s errand it was to define a feeling that is as intangible as it is potent.

Only if your life were on the line, would you dare attempt to describe it as a presence characterized by a wonderful tapestry of innate dualities, not unlike the polarity that underlies your union.

To the casual observer, Nanami operates at one speed, belongs to one temperate climate. Gathered over several years of close partnership, your observations are anything but casual.

So a presence then, one that is both safe and untamed, both reserved and passionate.

The only man your heart has ever moved for in earnest carries a cool melancholy, one that betrayed the weight of the heavy, unspoken burdens that still weigh heavily on him, burdens you want to take off and throw away, but not before developing a deep understanding for them as a bridge to understanding their carrier.

Because you do make it your life’s mission to consistently unearth his radiant warmth, manifested in the sun that forms his understated yet unparalleled sense of witty humor, one that has you chuckling days, weeks after you’ve first been exposed to its rays.

There are moments where you see it clear as day, in the depth of his steady gaze: the introspective awareness with which he listens as you rant about something or the other. It is his unique quiet steadiness, carrying the fidelity of a metronome, that keeps you grounded on the days you need it the most.

And yet there also is this dormant, subdued turmoil that occasionally comes roaring to the surface, after a close call or an encounter with a cursed spirit that bears too close a resemblance to an echo from the painful past. There manifests a certain resignation in his tone, a certain air of deference in his posture that paints the complicated relationship between Nanami and the concept of impermanence. They’re the moments where you step up, where you show up as his anchor, your reciprocal calibration to his temper acts as your renewed declaration of love.

Sometimes you close your eyes, and you let your sensations take over, your hand moves, it extends forward, and you imagine Kento holding it. Most times, it’s just this, imagining his touch, how familiar it feels, how effortlessly it brings you home. Sometimes, it’s the memory of the first time he held it, the memory of a scorching summer, of a busy market, of his hand slipping into yours, leading you through a busy crowd. No matter where this maladaptive dream starts, the destination is always the same: safety.

Perhaps the reason why your memory automatically flits to this particular phantom feeling, whenever you feel the early pangs of inadequacy set its roots within you on a random day at work is the same reason why you find yourself making a grab for his hand today, unprompted, as you sit next to him one quiet evening pulling his attention from his computer screen. You squeeze his hand once, and he squeezes it twice, just like you knew he would.

Perhaps this is the closest you come to defining, wordlessly, the feeling of being loved by Nanami Kento.

[gingerale13]

Virgins

[sonnykissed]

happy pride 🌈

(source: @freakin-nightmare / @mrawkweird )

[allegroart]

Sometimes, self care is crocheting Charles Dickens.

[throughtrialbyfire]

you know what i think elisif the fair deserves better

[evendimmer]

Thinking about Rio and hurting bad.

Thinking about the love she had for Agatha, a mortal, a love so strong that Rio was willing to bend her own rules—the sacred balance—just because Agatha said one thing.

“I will hate you forever.”

Rio knew that there was nothing to stop what was coming. She did not want to do it, she had no choice. It was the way of life and so was the way of death. It was the way of Rio’s very own being.

And yet Agatha still rejected her. Everything that Rio stood for and everything that Rio ever was, over something that she had absolutely no control over.

Can you imagine how painful that would be?

Still she stood there and took everything Agatha threw at her.

And Rio did try to find a way to work around, she offered time. For Agatha, for Nicky. And for herself.

She bought time for both of them to delay the most unthinkable. For Agatha, it was the death of her (their) son; and for Rio, nothing was more unimaginable than the loss of Agatha’s love and affection.

It was the greatest gift and blessing Death could ever offer to anyone.

Agatha would get what she wanted, at least for a while. She would welcome their son to the world and live out possibly the happiest moments of her life. But for Rio, it was a countdown to the darkest and most sorrowful time ever known to her.

And Agatha would never know any of that.

Rio Vidal, the most powerful yet most tragic character of the show. Who gave her all but at the end, got nothing back.

[undercontrolofdarkness]

funniest part about thea and kevin’s interview is that, even with their horrible comments and the lighthearted argument with the monsters, kevin STILL wants to save face and be charming to the press LMAOOO like kevin they KNOW you’re in a mood rn and your rude gf isn’t helping

[ivyoaknut]

I just realized that TWM takes up the form of Niko so it can communicate more clearly & connect to them better, as opposed to just a computer popup. So THEORETICALLY it can also take on the form of others if it wanted too

[hood-ex]

The way Dick doesn't really understand Raven at times, but at the same time, he does understand her.

TNTT #18

[lostreverb]

| SHORT N' SWEET COLLECTION |

info: a collection of stories inspired by sabrina carpenter's album SHORT N' SWEET (will update as i come up w/ concepts & any requests for fics based on a song are welcome!)

• taste - (coming soon) KYLE SPENCER

• please please please (angst) - WARREN LIPKA

• good graces (coming soon) - MAX COOPERMAN

• coincidence (angst) (coming soon) - WARREN LIPKA

• bed chem (smut, pt. 1/3) - COLIN ZABEL

• busy woman (smut, angst pt. 2/3) (coming soon) - COLIN ZABEL

• espresso (fluff, pt. 3/3) (coming soon) - COLIN ZABEL

• dumb and poetic (angst) (coming soon) - KAI ANDERSON

• slim pickins (smut) (coming soon) - TATE LANGDON

• juno (smut) (coming soon)

- | side A | KIT WALKER

- | side B | KAI ANDERSON

• needless to say (angst) - EVAN PETERS

[amiscreations]

✨My heart plays the songs of my lost years,

My scars are a church for my old fears,

my body’s a wreck but I don’t care… I swear.✨