#beautifully adorable

[kensatou]

MONKEY MAN (2024)

[nightsoulvixen]

Oh my god this is really beautiful and cute, thank you and you’re welcome for my patience.💜

Can you write a Tsumary ( Tsuzura x Mary ) fic please? If don’t you feel like dealing with this request, that’s fine.

You got it! <3 Hope you enjoy!

Her Prince Charming

Somber tears slowly shed from Tsuzura's eyes as she sat and wept in total darkness.

Her face was hidden away in her hands.

She longed to be with a prince, one with a heart of gold and a horse of white, but what prince would want her, she thought.

She was nothing more than a peasant girl dressed in rags and tatters.

No prince would want that.

As her crying continued, a soft, delicate hand would emerge, reaching out to Tsuzura.

When her hands are brought down from her face, Tsuzura saw the single hand in front of her.

Slowly looking up, a small gasp would escape her lips.

Violet eyes sparkled in surprise at the sight, light pink tinting her cheeks.

Standing before Tsuzura was her prince charming who was accompanied by her white steed.

Yes, her white steed.

The prince was a girl.

A beautiful girl of average height with long blonde hair styled in twintails and dark-yellow eyes that one could easily get lost in - Tsuzura certainly was.

With an alluring smile, the prince would beckon for the peasant to take her hand, in which she does, still surprised that she was being chosen.

As she begins to get up, Tsuzura's rags start to glisten, her torn up outfit turning into a beautiful bridal gown as fresh flowers adorned her crown.

She was gorgeous.

The dark atmosphere would transform into a flowery meadow, petals dancing in the wind.

Seating the peasant on her horse, the prince would then hop on and take off.

As Tsuzura clinged to her charming prince, a warm smile started to spread as she closed her eyes.

"Finally," she thought. "We can be together forever."

[canisalbus]

hello! i've written a short little machete fic, and i wanted to share it with you as thanks for all the incredible art and generous question-answering you've been doing these last few months. i hope that if you give it a look, you enjoy it. <3 keep up all your amazing work! archiveofourown [.] org / works / 50945128

✦ A Voi ✦

[seiwas]

some of my fave bakugo fics in honour of bakuday 🥺 (most, if not all, of these are in ao3! which is why i'm listing them. other fave fics of mine that can be found on tumblr will be reblogged!)

you can find other bakugo fics i love in my tag: #katsu

i like to call myself wound but i will answer to knife - kirketeer enemies to lovers, requited unrequited love, kind of love triangle

surrender (whenever you're ready) - ofmermaids florist reader, canonverse, slowburn

on my way (to you) - ofmermaids 5+1, canonverse, time travel

and you take me the way i am - willowser assistant reader, slice of life, bakugo is bad at feelings

how to set fires - hawnks strangers to lovers, canonverse, food as love language

organic chemistry - kirketeer codependency and unlearning it, mutual pining, college au ish

here is my hand that will not harm you - natsuonii bodyguard au, mild violence, mentions of scars

in the dark of the morning, you promise me the sun - kirketeer character death (not the main characters), grief/mourning, slow burn

dry spell - willowser established relationship, semi-public sex, miscommunication

for auld lang syne - some-kindofgnome canonverse, near-death, drinking

you feel like home (you're like a dream come true) - willowser light angst, kind of exes to lovers?

i do not know if i should hold you or eat you - katsukiz hurt/comfort, soft sex

love to say this to your face: "i love you only" - willowser dragon king bakugo, arranged marriage, a little drunk

[beatleswings]

THE BEATLES performing "Till There Was You" on THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW. February 9, 1964.

[shedontlovehuhself]

God this man is stacked. They weren't calling him a brickhouse for no reason.

[flagellant]

The more I think about Wildmender the more I grow invested in it. It's a fascinating interpretation of terra nil and solarpunk since so often the genre is fundamentally rooted in settler-colonialist philosophy, and even games which are intended to be the opposite of that--terra nil comes to mind as the obvious one--just end up actually revealing a different side of the factorio problem, because terra nil is an incredible impersonal restoration of ecological systems. Terra Nil acknowledges climate destruction on a global catastrophic scale and it accepts the responsibility to fix that, but it isn't shown as a human act, nor does it really allow itself the realism of just how terrifyingly impossible the task is to try and literally fix the entire world. Its game structure is supposed to be the anti-factorio but its puzzle structures focusing on efficiency and robotic engineering patterns of rewilding end up feeling more like a dialogue than an inversion. It's trying to say that the idea of humanity as fundamentally destructive is wrong while it doesn't actually ever address the human element.

And then there's fucking Wildmender. A game where you are a single human child in a world of endless wasteland and death, where the only other things are ghosts who remember a halcyon era and the hubris that ended it, wraiths which are consumed by their own greed and destruction of the land for their cursed immortality, and a couple god statues. The entire map is just ceaseless grief, filled with the literal dessicated remains of all the biodiversity that came before the countless disasters. And it's a big fucking map.

And then...the game gives you a shovel and a sickle and a mirror that shows the wraiths what twisted reflections they've become.

And the game says, "The entire world is waiting to be better, and the only way to do that is by doing it yourself, long and hard and hopeless as it seems."

I cannot emphasize enough how overwhelming the task you're handed. There is not a single speck of life left in the world. You are given a shovel and a water bottle and just...expected to do something about it. To look at the literal endless wastes and think you can heal it.

This is what Wildmender cherishes that Terra Nil denies: This is an impossible task for you alone. But it has to be done...and you can actually do it. The way you can turn sand into soil and dig irrigation channels is beautiful. Every single scrap of land that you reclaim is something you had to do on purpose. You had to do it yourself. You had to actively choose how to do it.

And the game makes the reward of even just getting a bit more water into the sand feel like victory. Your starting oasis turns from soil into lush and beautiful meadows--sure, technically instantaneously by doing magic on a specific type of plant. But it took me 4-5 hours before I got there. You have to travel so far into the desert to learn how to grow grass again, and then you realize that this endless hostile wasteland is a fraction of the map you're given. And you look at this sudden profusion of meadowy grassland surrounding your spring and despite how sudden it feels you remember how big the world is. You made more progress in a minute than you did in 5 hours and it's not even a speck on the map. How the fuck is this gonna happen?

And the answer is by accepting that it's going to take a long fucking time and a lot of hard work.

That's how it's gonna happen. Get to work.

[fisheito]

i love how eiden pauses at every outfit reveal with a . hotboy synopsis like clan member: *steps out of the changing room* eiden: and now, if i can have ur attention--- FEAST your eyes on this MARVELOUS hunk of grade AAAAAA+++++ prime meat..,, his accessories perfectly accentuate his finest features...! His fit ! is flawless!! BREATHTAKING. REVOLUTIONARY!!!!!!!!! and yet!? one can't help but get excited... for what lies UNDERNEATH that BREATHTAKING attire ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )

[nicoscheer]

What I fucking love about our silly idiots is that Miles adores Bowie and Alex loves Cohen but whenever they did a wonderful cover of either it was always Alex signing Bowie and Miles singing Cohen

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins - Arm Stretch

Showing off his tummy even as a kid.

[feroluce]

Thinking tonight about Caelus, and the nature of his loss and his grief after the Everything that went down in Penacony during 2.0.

Because Acheron, Black Swan, and Misha kind of knew of Firefly, they at least met her, but they didn't like really know her, and Caelus never even got the chance to introduce her to the rest of the Astral Express Crew. The only person who would have talked to her much was Sparkle, who is. Probably not really someone Caelus is interested in grieving with skznmsks

Anyway, all this to say, I like thinking about how alone poor Caelus is in his grief, because he was the only one who knew Firefly. He's the only one really mourning her. There's no one to talk about her with. There's no stories to trade or memories to reminisce with anyone over. It's not as though he knew her for long, but still. No one else knew her at all.

And I love the thought of all of this coming bubbling up, hot and acidic and bitter, during a conversation with Sampo, who Caelus just so happens to run into in the Golden Hour. Poor Sampo is kinda blindsided, he knew shit was going down in Penacony, but yeesh. And he just. Isn't quite sure what to say about it all, because he's never really encountered this before. His feelings about the Masked Fools are...a mixed bag, but he's been a part of them for a very long time, and when you're with a close organization like that, it's hard to feel alone, in grief or otherwise.

So Sampo sits there on their little bench that the two of them have occupied, and he thinks of his old friend April, how she'd died in his arms cackling and spitting her own blood after a heist gone wrong, and how after he'd dragged himself back to the World's End Tavern they'd all held a Fool's Funeral- which is basically just a big party where everyone gets really really drunk and reminisces and toasts the dead and celebrates their life.

He still thinks about her a lot, and he remembers how the time he'd most keenly felt her absence was on Jarilo-VI, the one place where he couldn't talk about her because he couldn't say anything to give himself away as an alien. The Fools still tell stories about her every time he goes back to the Tavern. His first toast of the night is always in her name. Even now, all these years after she'd died, Sampo is still learning new things about her. He's never had to grieve her alone.

Caelus doesn't have any of that.

He might never have that. As they speak, Caelus has no proof that Firefly was even her real name, or if she dreamt with her true appearance. He might not ever find out who she even was.

And just imagining that kind of loneliness hollows out a strange little pit, right behind his sternum, deep between his ribs.

So Sampo claps Caelus' shoulder and offers him a deal. Come find him outside of the dream. He knows a guy who can get them a lot of beer for really cheap-

("Is that guy you and your five finger discounts?" "Whatever do you mean, dear friend, I don't even know the meaning of the phrase, hehee.")

-and they can hole up in a bar or a hotel room or something, and get completely shitcanned. Tell him all about Firefly, tell him everything, and he'll tell Caelus about April and everyone else he's ever lost. Sampo will carry Caelus' memories of Firefly with him, and at least this way, Caelus will be a little less alone in remembering her. And the next time they cross paths, Sampo will be the one to bring her up, and to tell her stories, and Caelus can get to be the one listening. He won't have to be the only person to talk about her anymore.

Caelus rolls his eyes when Sampo avoids another remark about sticky fingers, but...ok, yeah. That sounds good. Nice, even. Thank you. Caelus bumps his shoulder against Sampo's. Sampo bumps back.

(They find each other again the next day, and true to their word, get themselves completely and utterly shitcanned. Caelus talks more than Sampo has ever heard him; every minute detail, every word choice, Firefly's every odd little mannerism and habit. Because Caelus wants to make sure this will outlive him, that even if the Stellaron dwelling within him finally burns him to a crisp and he really does up and kick the bucket, or even, godforbid, if he forgets, he wants to make sure someone remembers her. She deserved that.)

((And it takes quite a while, after that. Caelus doesn't see Sampo again until after everything has settled down. On his last day in Penacony, he finds the guy slinking out of a seedy back alley and all but runs right into him. Sampo happily leads him to some dive bar in an even seedier back alley that Caelus has never even heard of, and Sampo raises his glass. "To Firefly! Who sounds like she probably would have hated me at first, but I would have liked to have met her anyway."

And Caelus stares at him, almost looking startled, long enough that Sampo worries that he's read him wrong and brought this up too soon. He's halfway into planning how to talk himself out of this situation when Caelus finally throws back his head back and laughs, tells him that yeah, Firefly would have politely called him out on every lie he told, and all their conversations would take twice as long with the way Sampo is so full of shit.

And he can see it, the same way he watches and sees through everyone, that Caelus' eyes have a tightness to them, his knuckles are nearly white around the handle of his mug. But he smiles. He hits his glass against Sampo's far too hard and throws it back and gets foam everywhere like he does every time they drink because the guy's about as elegant as a raging bull, but those things don't lessen the genuineness of his smile.

The grief is there, but so is the elation, and those emotions aren't a sliding scale between one or the other. It is all of both and both at once, and that's what contents Sampo enough to throw his own mug back when Caelus makes a toast of his own, "to April!!".))

[windsweptinred]

Unity Kinkaid being the Cat King's stepmother is everything I every wanted out of tumblr headcanon.

[zootopiathingz]

First pic with my dog Bella (seven years ago) vs the last (today)

Had to say goodbye to my sweet angel earlier. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. She got me through some really rough times and I’ll always be grateful that I had her in my life❤️

[coconut530]

❤️🥀A Strange Story of Life, Death, and Love🌹🖤

alt version here

[mikimeiko]

Nobody Wants This | Season 1 (2024), Erin Foster

[terrence-silver]

I can’t get over the idea of Terry marrying his high school sweetheart and them having a family and growing old together.

He deserves someone who stayed with him through every era of his life and loved him through all of it! Someone who sees him in his entirety and still is unconditionally accepting and loving towards him.

Terry coming home after the war a changed man with PTSD? Beloved is there every step of the way to help him through his adjustment and helping him ground himself when he goes through episodes.

Terry introduces Beloved to John? Beloved instantly treats him like family!

Terry tells Beloved about opening a dojo with John? Beloved is so supportive and is open to helping in any way she can.

Terry becomes the 80s cartoon villain we all know and love? Beloved is right there waiting for him at home after a day spent making unethical business decisions and terrorizing teenage Daniel.

Terry going through a dark period after everything going to shit once John disappears? Beloved is right there with him, supporting him through it all. She’s there for every mood swing, anger spout, projection of emotions, etc.

Terry holds on even tighter because he fears losing Beloved too? Beloved will reassure Terry that she’s not going anywhere every second of every day if she needs to. She doesn’t mind Terry’s possessiveness. She just wants Terry to feel okay!

Terry tells Beloved about reconnecting with John and that he’s going to start teaching at Cobra Kai? Beloved is glad to see him passionate about something again after all these years!

This could be longer, but all this to say:

Terry deserves to know how loved he is!

I think if you asked Terry Silver himself to describe his perfect, dream significant other, he might not make this exact description, because he so profoundly needs precisely this that it is almost difficult to actually ever confess to it or vocalize what's effectively his deepest, most fundamental yearning.