#but you know the cope is there

[balmungkriemhild]

me experiencing grief and acting irrationally due to said grief: wow it’s just like my fave fictional character who experienced grief and acted irrationally due to said grief

[katsinspats]

Tragic: Guy you based your entire villain backstory on doesn't even remember you

[xrk-art]

"I’m sorry"

[cheeseandcake-from-ao3]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

this_is_stupid.mp4

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[carnage-cathedral]

softness is a privilege that some take for granted.

kink/porn/sexually centered blogs please stop interacting with this post. your content is triggering and I don't want my art posted alongside it

[teddybeartoji]

toji is a light sleeper. he doesn't really seem like one with how much he resembles a big bear, but he is. the second he feels the bed dip, the second he hears your feet hit the floor – he's up. with a hand on your thigh, or perhaps your lower back, he looks for you in the dark; he hates it when you wake up in the middle of the night, no matter whether it's to go to the bathroom or to get a glass of water, he just wants you to rest.

this is a different kind of a night and he knows it the second your eyes meet in the moonlight. oh, how he hates them, how he despises them – the dark circles under your eyes. you're so tired, he can see it, but sometimes nothing really helps. no amount of cuddling, no amount of back rubs and whispered stories.

but that doesn't mean he'll give up on you so easily. he brushes off your quiet pleas for him to stay in bed, to go back to sleep, and pushes himself off the mattress. he couldn't care any less about his own sleep – why would he stay here all snuggled up while you're in the other room suffering?

he scoffs at the ridiculous thought.

he gives you one of his hoodies and patiently waits for you to put it on before holding his hand out to you. "c'mon."

moonlight pours in from the kitchen window and it's more than enough to light up the room. swiftly, toji grabs a chair from under the table and places it right beside the kitchen counter and then guides you to sit on it.

when you stare up at him with a confused look, he simply pats your head. "magic drink."

you snort and he cracks a smirk.

exhausted and tired, still bound together.

he fills the kettle with water and flicks on the switch, he finds you your favourite mug from the cabinet and then the aforementioned 'magic drink' – it's just a tea packet, nothing special about it.

but it's good to see you smile, so a joke will do.

as you wait, toji keeps his focus on you. he traces your features with his eyes and then gently pinches your cheek; you don't have the energy to retaliate properly so he can take in the sight of your furrowed brows and your jutted out lip in peace. he knows you'll get him back tomorrow, he's betting on it.

he doesn't let the water get too hot as he checks the kettle with his bare hand and when he finally deems the temperate perfect, he pours it into the mug for you. with sugar, with honey, he makes it just the way you like it.

you think it's sweet, him and the tea both – he doesn't drink it, he doesn't like the taste, and yet he knows exactly how you want it.

he holds the ceramic in front of you and waits for you to take it. your fingers brush over his and he feels warm.

kneeling down in front of you, toji just... sits with you. he doesn't rush you, he just stays with you until you've finished the drink. he makes a few silly remarks about silly things because he also knows how much comfort you find in his voice – he doesn't really understand it, why you would find comfort in him overall, but he won't question it.

he can see how your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, how your head starts to tilt to the side a little, and he doesn't waste a another second to take the mug from your hands and to guide you back to the bedroom. he doesn't want you to wake back up again, he knows that he can't miss the moment or else you might wake back up again.

and that just won't do.

aftee stripping the hoodie from your body, toji tucks you under the blanket and then nearly doubles over because your hands are locked behind his neck, successfully keeping him from pulling away too far.

he thinks you're sweet, too.

he crawls under the blanket with you and holds you to his chest – in his embrace, you're safe and sound, warm and protected, and so finally, your body relaxes. within a second, your breathing slows as you melt into him completely and toji lets out a relieved sigh.

his lips meet the crown of your head in a silent wish of sweet dreams and then he's following suit, his eyes falling shut as he tightens his arms around you.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...

[pi3rat]

if you're trans, you have to live.

if you accomplish something else, then good.

if you accomplish nothing else, then good.

but you have to live.

🤍

[nerolikestowander]

I’m back with the feelings :))

[cabinette]

What have I become? I'm the face of God, I'm my Father's son

[jfkisonthemoon]

yes yoo joonghyuk exists to be the mental health equivalent of a squeaky toy but its important - vital even - that you never, never ask yourself what yoo joonghyuk would do in any given situation. because 9 times out of 10 the answer is going to be "kill himself"

[frosted-woods]

autumn time to be gay and totally fine and not miserable at all

[verc0pa]

blew up his own domicile i cant believe him

[mandareeboo]

Listen being off your meds do be like that.