#THEY KNOW MY WEAKNESSES

[bklily]

realizing i spent my entire childhood obsessed with a french franchise about a normal girl living a normal life and being pursued by many love interests one in particular being a blonde guy with severe daddy issues.

only to shift gears completely and spend my teenage years and adulthood obsessed with a french franchise about a normal girl living a normal life and being pursued by many love interests one in particular being a blonde guy with severe daddy (and mommy) issues.

life is a fucking circle and i cant get the fuck out.

[kodasea]

Son of Gondor

[ozumii-fucking-wizard]

Oh, my foolish wizard...lean your weight on me.

[linktoo-doodles]

i'll strangle you or i'll kiss you on the mouth

[ssaraexposs]

Do you ever start thinking about the fact that Dazai literally made tiny snowmen based on his favourite people? The ones he secretly keeps in his heart?

Said people being:

- ANGO

- ODASAKU

- ATSUSHI

- CHUUYA

AND I BELIEVE IT'S BEAUTIFUL

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cite your sources.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[hinamie]

i fear i can never date a man bc none of them will ever be makoto tachibana

[choccy-milky]

part 3 to my modern AU 💞🍺 (part 1 / part 2)

[mellosdrawings]

Can the number trio carry each other well? I picture Leona and Vil can to Jamil but not sure Leona and Vil to each other and also Jamil carrying Leona and Vil.

Leona : Can probably carry both Vil and Jamil easily. That lion may be lazy but he's definitely not weak.

Vil: Can probably carry Jamil comfortably for a few minutes. Leona might be more difficult to carry though.

I feel like, because of his size compared to the other two, people kinda forget Jamil is canonically :

-a bodyguard versed in martial arts

-a breakdancer

Take it from someone who has ten years of dancing under their black belt and who is shorter than Jamil : I can carry people nearly twice my weight. Could already do it when I was Jamil's age. So long as you place yourself properly and lift with your legs, you can do impressive lifting!

It might not be the pretty kind that Leona is doing, but Jamil is a practical guy, and carrying is carrying.

Also being lean doesn't mean being weak!

[starmocha]

ok so I know we're all taken in by colonel caleb and his complexity and i'm enjoying all the smut (🙏🏻💕) but i'm looking at him and thinking about how he'd react if mc got pregnant 'cause in ny head he'd react like I think sylus would as in he'd shower her in kisses while crying but imagine him being scared of holding the baby because of his arm, terrified of hurting that tiny being but the second he holds them the fear goes away and he's planting kisses on the top of the baby's head 🥹😭

CRYING. SOBBING. YEARNING. Anon, if you've been around my blog long enough, I have mentioned numerous times how my 3-part Caleb breeding kink (and pregnancy) series will happen. With the recent revelation about his arm, I was reflecting on how to tackle this series with regards to Caleb's character. I hope his future memories will also deal with this more, so we can get a better understanding of the changes and his own mental state regarding it.

omg ok we all probably know by now I am weak to the Caleb thoughts, so...so...just a little snippet. Just a tiny short snippet...

Sweet Little You

She was safe. They were safe.

Caleb watched with relief as you slept peacefully, exhausted after the grueling 34 hours of labor. He had dedicated his whole life to keeping you safe, protect you from dangers and prevent you from ever feeling pain, but in those long, slow hours, he had felt so utterly helpless as he watched you braved through the tribulations of motherhood.

He knew you were strong, knew that you were more than capable, but it did not deter his innate desire to shelter you.

It had only been a few hours since the baby was born, he realized, as his large hand rested on your head, gently smoothing your hair. He could still see your tears, heard you crying as you poured all of your strength into delivering his baby. You had gripped his hand so tightly, and though that right hand of his could no longer feel anything, his heart still did, torn apart at every scream, every sob that passed your lips. He did his best to encourage you, reassured you that everything was going well, that soon you both would meet your little one.

He wasn’t sure if what he had said helped or not, but you had still held his hand, holding tight to him just like long ago when you two were little. Maybe you still needed him, still wanting to lean on him like you used to.

He bent down and placed a soft kiss on your temple. “Thank you, my darling.”

Caleb’s ears perked up, hearing the sudden quiet fussing of his newborn. He looked to the hospital bassinet placed close to your bed. The baby was starting to stir, waking up from a peaceful slumber.

He quickly moved closer, his paternal instinct kicking in. He bent down lower, his voice softer than normal. “Hey, hey there, little one,” he said, about to reach down for the baby, but he paused, worried.

The baby’s face scrunched up, its cries still soft, but steadily growing just a bit louder. Panic briefly passed Caleb’s features, suddenly unsure of his own ability as a father. He could hear you stirring behind him, but he didn’t want you to wake yet, knowing you still needed more rest. He pushed down his own feeling of anxiety, and he bent down again, gently scooping the baby up.

The baby was so small, he couldn’t help but think, being able to hold the baby within his two hands. He readjusted his hold, cradling the baby within his arms, and his heart felt like it was slowing in time, his breathing almost stilling entirely as it finally seemed to clicked in his mind that he was holding his baby. This little baby, conceived from the love between you and him, was now here, in his arms, and he could barely stifle the sob that almost wanted to escape, his heart suddenly overwhelmed with so many different emotions ranging from disbelief to amazement and finally profound, unconditional love.

The baby’s cries ceased, replaced by soft cooing, and Caleb let out a breathless laughter, his earlier anxiety slowly receding. He still wondered about his capability, but more than that, he wondered how it was possible to love someone you had just met. When his eyes drifted up, settling over your sleeping form, he almost laughed again, realizing he had never found the answer to that question, having always been a willing victim of “love at first sight.”

He shifted his gaze back down to the tiny baby in his arms, his lips resting over the infant’s forehead, the sweet scent of the newborn filling his nostrils, and a warmth unlike anything he had ever felt before filled his chest.

“Welcome to the world, my little one,” he whispered, “We’ve been waiting for you.”

[spam-extemporal]

Dcxdp where Danny has been working with a hero team (did Bruce adopt him? Did he help the teen titans and got told to join them? Idk) for less than a year, maybe they knew eachother for longer, but Danny has been living with them for some months.

Now, I imagined this as a "Danny has to flee to a different dimension after a giw attack/reveal gone wrong" but it can work with other scenarios, the important thing is, death days are important for a ghost's wellbeing, but nobody knows/remembers Danny's deathday or that it's important to commemorate the dead. Maybe he hasn't told anyone yet cause he doesn't want to be a bother, or doesn't trust them enough yet.

So Danny takes the matter on his own hands, each year he goes to a quiet corner of the local graveyard, where he has a piece of marble and a small vase, he usually buys some flowers for his memorial grave and makes some fudge as an offering.

This year wasn't gonna be different, he told his team/family that he was gonna spend the day out, he chose an elegant but comfortable outfit, made some fudge, and saved it on the fridge with a note that said "phantom, do not eat".

The next part might work better with a young hero team, cause despite the note, someone took a bite of the fudge for breakfast.

Danny clearly gets mad, they didn't know, but they just ate an offering, a great offense to the dead it was offered to.

It all ends in a big fight, Danny doesn't want to admit that it was an offering for himself (it just hurts to admit that nobody remembers his death), and the other person thinks he's just having a tantrum over some fudge, like, c'mon, they can make you some if it's SO important to you 😒

And I don't know how to end it cause it came to me while falling asleep and don't remember more T-T

[gunstellations]

something to tell you

[cringefailvox]

i hope that vox's strength is based on his support, actually. i want all of alastor's digs about the vees to come back to bite him later when he's alone and struggling in a fight and vox isn't because he has valentino and velvette backing him up, because they're stronger as a team, and i want vox to throw it in alastor's face that alastor is fighting alongside absolutely nobody because he has successfully alienated everyone who might have cared enough about him to be there when it mattered.

[paiigemahoney]

9-1-1 | Bobby & Athena ↳ Bobby keeping his arm around Athena

[who-always-pays-their-taxes]

And I think it’s so funny how it’s a known fact that the Robin costume is inspired by Dick’s past as a trapeze artist but every modern iteration will show the Flying Graysons outfit and it won’t resemble the Robin outfit at all (more often than not, giving Dick much more coverage than the original Robin outfit) and while yes it’s obviously DC changing things up and being silly,,, it does prompt the idea that when Bruce was like “uh no u can’t wear underwear to fight crime” Dick immediately said “:( but im an orphan” and lied because he liked the fit

[cyanbeetle]

Trinity thesis