#THEY DESERVED EVERYTHING

[neilperryismine]

I’m telling you this exact moment is where they both KNEW (ik you can see it in this scene but I paused on todd right at this second and his face is different from any other moment, there’s like a look in his eyes)

it’s like todd is almost saying “do you mean what I think you mean”

[fivelila]

- They've changed so much! They're so out of character. - No, for the first time, they've stepped out of the shadow of their trauma.

[bradshawsbaby]

Be right back, just thinking about Goose and Carole actually getting to grow old together 🥲

[deadirlshwriters]

*takes deep breath*

THEY DESERVED TO LOVE EACH OTHER WHOLEHEARTEDLY THEY DESERVED TO BE TOGETHER AFTER EVERYTHING THEY WENT THROUGH HE WAS THE FATHER THAT STEPPED UP FOR HER KIDS AND HE LOVED HER SO MUCH AND SHE WAS SCARED TO LOVE HIM BACK THEY HAVE COMPLETELY RUINED MY LIFE

[faradaykay]

kirumi and kaede are actually kind of similar in the way that their greatest strengths and their largest flaws are super intertwined. kaede is so optimistic, so full of hope, and that’s what makes her so wonderful, but it’s also what causes her to get caught up in an end goal so much that her lack of consideration to the possible consequences of her actions causes her to act impulsively and cause more damage than anything. kirumi is so intelligent and capable, and her ability to serve others is unmatched, but it’s because she has this great talent that she places her entire self worth in it. she views herself as only as valuable as her ability to provide service to others. the narrative honestly does such a terrible job of addressing this for both of them - it feels like it emphasizes the way it acts as a strength to them while only barely scratching the surface of how it can be their downfall. they would have been so much more interesting in canon if we were given a more well-rounded characterization of both of them

[a-strange-inkling]

Y: A character you want to protect.

Chrissy and Eddie, just want to wrap them both up and give them cocoa! 🥺🥺🥺 They were too good for this world, too pure!

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[ayo-edebiri]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022 - ) I I Could Not Prevent It

[carlyraejepsans]

FLOWEY FANCLUBBERS MAKE SOME NOISE

[syrcinus]

Late nights in the common room

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[tawnysoup]

You both jump in place for a bit, grinning.

[pixiishi]

“are you sure about this?” “no. but i love you.” “i love you too.” 💚 the kiss

based on the painting “the kiss” by gustav klimt

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[benevolenterrancy]

poor Liu Qingge is really going through it in the succubus extra, he just had to go and get a crush on the most oblivious man alive

"Younger than me... we had a rocky start... completely devoted.... often together.... saved each other..... peerless beauty..... outstanding talent.... noble blood.... totally in love with me...... Wow what a weird love fortune! Definitely doesn't match anyone in my life!" says Shen Qingqiu while actively sitting next to one of the two men it perfectly describes

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[supine-ly]

this is my first time drawing Piper is it obvious