#a breathe of fresh air

[bixels]

She hates robots. She fucking hates robots and she's coming to kill you.

[figthefruitfaeth]

obsessed with the way that Lisa Frankenstein answers the question of “how will Lisa overcome her trauma” not with “by putting her morbid tendencies aside and rejoining society as a normal girl” but having her relive it as the perpetrator instead and being rewarded with a messy codependent husband

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[lilybug-02]

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[bloggingboutburgers]

This gig is doing wonders for my self-esteem related to my age tbh

[steerablimp]

Riley telling Buffy how "mysterious" she is and how that's part of why he likes her, cause she's a puzzle piece that needs to be put together, something intriguing cause it's unknown. He doesn't KNOW her or UNDERSTAND her. And this whole premise carries on throughout their whole relationship. What a contrast from Spike, who literally tells her that he doesn't love her because she's UNATTAINABLE, that it has nothing to do with HIM. "I love what you are. What you do. How you try. I've seen your kindness, and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand, with perfect clarity, exactly what you are."

He knows her!!! He sees her!!!! Flaws and all!!!!!!! And he loves her!!!!!!!!!

[lesbianelsas]

[On the industry] "I think I feel so relieved, because I was thinking yesterday… I guess House of the Dragon was the first time I had been sort of out as a non-binary person at work. Until then I had sort of split my personal life and my working life. And I was just thinking how annoying it would be, to be down the line this far [in their career], and if I hadn't done that, actually just how tiring I think it would be. I suppose I didn't necessarily know what the ramifications- what all of the consequences of that choice would be at the time. I feel broadly really grateful, it just seems to be fine (laughs), it's just fine." "I feel hopeful; you see and hear about more and more gender non-conforming, trans, and non-binary people in the industry. You know, I guess I didn't know back in the day, that there was space for that. I don't even mean anything by that, I just maybe assumed on some level that they'd always remain separate parts. But yeah, it feels like such a relief. And it's good, I feel like the industry is changing, slowly. So that feels very hopeful to me."

Emma D'Arcy on the entertainment industry & their feelings on being seen as a queer role model (video)

[thisischeri]

Windows XP iconography, 2001

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[riaki]

moneyload | satoru gojo x reader (implied fem)

this is for @satoruoo + everyone who’s tired of my angst | 1k wc

satoru likes spoiling you.

no— like would be the world's greatest understatement. satoru feels about spoiling you the way he feels about you— he doesn’t just like you, he‘s utterly enamored with you. if you asked, he'd move mountains for you. or give up a portion of his candy; both are equitable in his bright eyes. he loves you so much that he'd skip a basketball session with suguru or leave in the middle of the fight to throw the leftover scraps of a cursed spirit to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at the time; you're more important. you've always been.

yeah, that’s gotta be it. a perfect way to paint his feelings for you on a pure canvas brightened by your smile, light as a feather and lively as the sun. and you're completely deserving, he thinks— you, who's always been so patient and kind with him.

as such, he thinks it’s a crime to waste such a beautiful figure on things less than lavish dress and delicate jewelry; but to be honest, he thinks you could don a potato sack and still make it look exquisite. nevertheless, each time you protest when he drapes another dainty necklace glittering with gems cut from a million-dollar wallet and 58 facets (all the reasons he loves you— that's what he calls them.), he shushes you promptly with a swift, sweet kiss; you get a noseful of his expensive cologne every time he sidles up to you and gets comfortable. which, for the record, is quite often.

out of everything he gets you; bouquets of beautiful speckled flowers that look as if a painter dumped their entire palette of pastels and pretties onto the petals, sweet chocolates dark with the tiniest amount of cherry liquor in the center ("i don't need them— i already get drunk off of you, sweetheart!"), fragrant perfume or the latest comfortable clothing that catches his eye (this one's less common. he likes it better when you're only in his clothes.), jewelry is the one he always finds his way back to the most often.

why? well, if you ask him— there's nothing better than being sprawled on your couch with his head in your lap, nuzzling into your warm hand as he catches a whiff of the perfume he gifted you last week paired with the reddest rose he could find on your wrist. your hands card through his hair, and he uses the opportunity to catch your arm before you can move any further, giving you a smug grin as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

(it's a little embarrassing the amount of times you've thought he was going to propose from that alone.)

you'll open it, and it'll be a pretty silver necklace that matches the one around his neck, or a gold ring with ornate details that he slips onto your fingers after taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a smile and a laugh. sometimes it's a bracelet adorned with rich jewels the color of your eyes; maybe something rose quartz to represent the flush on his cheeks you always seem to elicit or a marigold yellow to show the pure joy he gets from being around you. if you ask him about it, he'll just say, "i wasn't kidding when i said i get drunk off of you, baby." with a boyish giggle that's far too charming to not have been used in his younger years to get his way and a sweet little wink of an afterthought that has your heart racing.

on the occasions when the gift is far less... appropriate, you'll always sigh and chastise him with a shake of your head because you both know the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of a few minutes. he does it anyway, though. he's always been a little bit of a brat in that sense.

whatever it ends up as, satoru absolutely adores seeing your reactions; the cute flush on your cheeks when you accept it with a little thanks and a kiss to his cheek, leaning forward on the tips of your toes because he's too tall for his own good. maybe even to hook a finger around the bridge of his sunglasses for lips to lips, if he's lucky. of course, he knows he doesn't have to buy your affection— you've made that abundantly clear in moments he doesn't like to think about as anything more than vulnerability when he's worn out, but there's just something about you that makes him want to pile it on. he's always had more money than he knows what to do with, anyway.

and maybe, just maybe— one day he'll dare to hope for a future past school hallways, flattering dresses and skirts or sneaky kisses when he's a little sweaty and his jacket is in your arms and you're on the bleachers, hijacking shoko's pack of cigarettes while the squeak of shoes on the gym floor and the sound of a basketball rattling in the hoop fills your ears. past nights when you're curled up in his arms and he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of your neck, tucked away where it always should be (and always will be).

he'll hope for days when he gets to wake up to you by his side, a silver band with so much more meaning than the fifth one he's given you that week on your ring finger and a matching one on his own, because satoru loves you so much that he'd empty out the vaults of a bank just to make you smile at him. not in the hollow way his father always had at home, or in the obligatory resolute smiles of the servants on his estate, but in a genuine way; a way no one else (except his mom) had ever come close to because if he sold everything he ever had for you, his world would still be right in front of him, holding his hands and kissing his face in spontaneous bursts of love, like shooting stars dancing across his cheeks as a way of thanks.

...so, maybe satoru likes spoiling you so much because you always seem to return tenfold.

if u looked at my search history you'd see 'how many cuts does a diamond have' and 'what are the chocolates with alcohol in them called' my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

[formulaonedirection]

young bold and hungry, making my case for giving franco colapinto a 2025 seat

[st4ngray]

Some more proper fanart but mm this series is so,,,

[sunnibits]

some people really need to learn how to knock

[scholliski]

whenever I hear about something bad happening in South Carolina I think to myself ‘wow I hope Neil and Andrew are okay’ then I pause and have to go outside for a while

[toxictigertonic]

All a man needs in life is a dodo pop and a cute cat

[sweetmapple]

Style practice no.1 Pokémon

[h0estar]

i love how twilight and yor complement each other so well and the two of them don't even realize it.

yor constantly telling loid to chill tf out (affectionate) and rely on her a little + loid reassuring her every time she feels insecure for not being "normal" enough is peak marriage behavior.

reading the chapter and looking at these panels, you'll see they're a very cute and normal fake couple. to a bystander, they probably look like adorable newlyweds. and to the readers, well, they look canon as hell🤭