#could genuinely not stop smiling

[mojonder]

happy hang in there thurssssday people of thuesdayland!!

here is your weekly scheduled (yummy) hangku (hang in there haiku for the newborns)

What a joyous day.

Four days have already gone

Oh, Thursday is here...

#tursdaymood

[emmavakarian-theirin]

what can i say except

AAAAAAAAAAHHH

i got to meet jen back in april, and today i got to meet mark! the absolute EUPHORIA of those meetings, 2 life goals coming true that i never thought i'd achieve, within the same year, all without leaving my australian city.

when i met jen, i made her cry (unintentionally!) but it spoke volumes to me that our meeting had that impact. today when i met mark, he asked if he could take his own photo of the art i had him sign, which spoke to me just as much, and both of them seemed truly happy to meet me.

i know i said it when i met jen but wow my life has really come full circle now. it's fulfilling, but i can't help but feel kind of sad too because, now what? what can mean more than this?

tempted to finally finish a mass effect playthrough i started years ago and just have ALL the emotions today

[fairyroses]

— SMALLVILLE, “Wither” (6.03)

[angelicartemis]

Woah just realized I never shared these aggie doodles here hang on 🏃‍

They're like a week old now I think, but I still like em. These were also done on an aggie with my partner while we were in call, and for a while they could not stop saying "erm, what the scallop??" so I ended up drawing Boris and Wally saying it too 💀

[ranvwoop]

however my parents did soft accept me dropping out of school because i was like ^^ I think I need to take a semester off this is not working . And they were like Sure. But they are not letting you back in after this. and it's like sigh. yea probably not

[sxldierselfship]

It had to be him in the end. A long time ago, back in 2016 when I first started playing, I didn't like him very much. It was due to the way other people played him and abused him in-game. I much preferred other team members such as Soldier or Scout because they were easier to play as and easier for me to understand as a newcomer. However, when 2018 to 2019 rolled around, I began to change. My feelings for Demo picked up, although he was nothing more than a second choice to me at the time. Soldier was my main for the longest time, but as I played and got to experience what Demo has to offer, I ended up enjoying him a lot and that is what caused me to change my thinking.

This all ended up coming to a peak in late 2023. I was going through a major shift (without knowing it at first), a lot of things were fixing to change in my life and so was my identity in the context of the game. My memory is skewed due to all of the traumatic events of 2023, but I believe it was around the spring months that I began to spend more and more time with Demo, and I eventually ended up becoming decently skilled with him. Although I did love Soldier, I still do, I knew in my heart that it was time to hang up that title. I had found myself choosing Demo more, I found myself enjoying him more, and I even broke every single record I ever had by playing as him. When my breakup came along about a full year ago today, Demo was all I had. I became so bonded with him in those rough months, and when February eventually came around, I was able to recognize that I loved him dearly.

He's my beloved sweetheart. He helped me to get through things, he was all I had in my times of isolation and all of those cold, desolate nights deep in the war, in the trenches of heartache and isolation. It was incredibly easy for me to love him and care so deeply for him, he is the one person who drives me to do better and to be better, because if he can somehow find it in himself to be an optimist despite the hardships he's faced.. I want to learn that ability, too. It is because of my love for him that I've been working so hard to build myself back up, to allow myself to be gentle and sincere. He is someone worthy of adoration in my eyes, and I want to be the one lucky to adore and appreciate him for who he is..

[smilesrobotlover]

I was looking through my legos and I got very nostalgic for ninjago, it was my first fandom on the internet and while I have no interest in returning to the fandom, it still holds a very special place in my heart <3 so some sketches of my ex husband who influenced my name. The icy white guy Zane (and Echo Zane!)

Also, if any of y’all recognize me from deviant art where I was obsessed with him and hated every girl who came into contact, no you don’t. That never happened <3

[ceo-of-jennette-de-alger-obelia]

Honestly? I truly believe Whitley would've had the prettiest smile if he wasn't smirking smugly all the time

[lifemod17]

I caught a sunset for you yesterday!

hi hello and happy timezones Taylor!! AAAAHHHH this is so pretty!!! i love how soft and gentle that pinkish orange-y sky is 🥺i think the street lights make it look even more magical. they almost look like stars that are within reach. 🥺

thank you so much for sharing your sunset with me, i appreciate it whole bunch!!! 💛💛💛

this is an old one, but i hope you enjoy this sunset with a rainbow 🌈

[sweetsweetbumblebee]

unrelated but i DO kinda feel guilty for my little crush for reasons i will not explain. but. yeah its wild over here tonight

[seekingthestars]

@it-begins-with-rain replied to your post “little floof has the best possible time at con,...”:

I'm so incredibly happy for you!!!!! I love how loved you are at that con, and it's absolutely the amount of loved you should be!!!! You are such a wonderful and kind and shining soul, and everyone can see it and everyone looks forward to it every single year! And your Flower Eevee is perfection itself and I'm so happy you managed to get the flowers done in time because they're PERFECT!!!!!!!! Just absolutely perfect!!! I'm so happy you had a few days to find yourself again and decompress after the shitshow that has been the last year, and i wish con was an entire week long for you to just bask in complete and utter blissful fun and recharge!

​SOBBING THANK U 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

i frequently feel like i'm Too Much at con sometimes, like my favorite guests would get annoyed at seeing me so much at all their panels/autograph sessions and asking for pics and stuff, but then they do things like call to me BY NAME in the hallways when i'm not even paying attention and haven't noticed them just to actually get me to notice them and say hi back, or ask me if i'm coming to their next show after each one that i go to, or share my ig posts to their stories thanking me BY NAME AGAIN for coming and specifically saying they were glad to see me again and i just cry and melt inside bc they are genuinely the sweetest they could possibly be to me and they certainly don't have to be but they ARE and it makes me feel SO warm 😭😭😭😭

ALSO THANK U FOR KIND WORDS ABOUT FLOWERY EEVEEEEE <3 so many people stopped me at con to tell me my dress was beautiful and so many people asked about it after they took pics and everyone was so impressed when i said i'd hand sewn them all on and said they looked like they were originally part of the dress which tbh is the highest compliment to me, thank u random con goers ilu so much

I ALSO WISH CON WAS AN ENTIRE WEEK LONG SO I COULD JUST BASK IN COMPLETE AND UTTER BLISSFUL FUN bc that's what con is for me every time and i need it fjeiaowfwae i at least sorta wish i'd somehow taken this entire week off after con LOL but the memories are good, the memories and the pictures will help take the edge off going back to work <3

[ebitenpura]

it might not be so black and white now but eight really was. super mean back in his IA class story days. if he was still like that i think he would've eaten theron and lana for breakfast. he's unrecognizable to his old crew now. they're like who is this man. where is all the betrayal. the violence. the horror of it all. he's having brunch with them. he never did that with us. that's not playing fair, cipher

vector is most unnerved by alliance-era eight because he did used to want him to become kinder and softer back then but he's so drastically different now that he can't convince himself the person in front of him was the same agent he traveled with, who never let him in, who even kaliyo kept her distance from.

[bandomgay]

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[tapakah0]

(runout of tags again I hate it here gotta bite the max ammount) #Also. I feel like Ward's perception of Oscar will be changing from now on #Yep. a bastard. a smart bastard. But let's be real. He can survive and get you out, follow him # Mhm. Cass I think I did mention that I was up for the story, because of what could possibly be in this story later # We reached the point where I open the door, close it from inside and throw the key in the window from 10th floor

Part 13 ;)

Oh no, they're roommates now?? Hope you're ready for the fluff, family dynamics, and chaos that follows~

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[lilgynt]

yall get harassed by men in cars next to ur car while driving or am i just stupid sexy hot

[screampied]

you don’t really realize you’re growing old with satoru until you spot a grey tress inside the roots of your hair as you’re looking in the mirror. the thing about marriage and life itself was that time really doesn’t stop—for no one. as you entrap the lock between your fingers, you murmur out to satoru with a cheeky grin. “satoru baby, c’mere.”and as he’s lying in bed with a wrinkled nose, he reads some book titled ‘three men in a boat.’ as he flips a thick page, his cerulean blue reading glasses crook down the bridge of his nose before he turns his attention toward you.

“yesss, honey?” he rubs his eyes, bringing a palm up to his growing stubble. as he got older, you noticed how he moved a bit slower. satoru was still fit as he aged, but he’d have a bit of a waddle whenever he walked. it was cute—how his limbs were getting more and more fragile, but he was still labeled as the strongest despite his inevitable aging.

he makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. the two of you make eye contact through the mirror that reflects you both, a happy married couple. “look, we’re finally matching now,” and his face softens once you bring the silvery colored strand up to his view. ‘matching,’ because his hair was naturally a snowy white . . almost similar to the strand of hair you just showed him.

although as the years progressed, satoru was growing ashen grey streaks too.

“i guess we are,” he replied in a gentle tone, his hands remaining on your hips. satoru’s touch was always gentle and ginger. he presses his lips near the back of your nape before letting off a soft sigh. “you’d look pretty with white hair, actually.”

“prettier than you?” you hum, glancing at him through the mirror. satoru towers over you as he holds you, the band of his wedding ring grazing against your hip.

again, you watch as the corners of his lips crease into a smile. a toothy genuine one where his dimples show.

“haha, veeeery funny,” and as he buries his face into your neck, he deeply ponders to himself for a moment.

to think . . how much time has passed, out of all the countless tiresome battles he’s had to face—

all those years at trying to keep the world safe and now, he could finally relax. having his arms around you gave him a peace of mind, and in the end it was all worth it because at the end of the day, satoru gojo—the strongest, came back to you. you were his personal safe haven and he was yours.

“but honeyyy,” he yawns with rosy pouty lips, shifting his chin up to rest against your left shoulder. satoru starts leading you toward your side of the bed. “ ‘s pretty late, let’s getcha back to bed, hm?”

“okay,” you mumble, already feeling your eyes starting to get heavy again. satoru’s still got his burly arms wrapped around your waist as he leisurely guides you back to bed. he was clingy, and that never changed. satoru gojo’s always been clingy ever since the two of you met. as he pulls down the cover for you to enter, you crawl back in and he gets beside you.

satoru slings an arm around you, pulling you close as his hooded eyes starts a staring contest with the swaying wooden ceiling fan.

it’s moving slow. . just like time was.

whenever he was with you, it felt as if time stood still. and as the both of you cuddled against each other with your head resting against his beating heart, he sighs. it’s a content happy sigh, and satoru’s hands find their way near the top of your head. his thin fingers maze it’s way near your soft grey growing strand before he leans in, giving the crown of your head a goodnight kiss. “mwah,” and he watches as your eyes briefly widen before glancing away, growing sheepish. “get some rest, my love. i’ll be here when you wake up. promise.”

you nod, too drowsy to reply and he pulls you closer. satoru’s heartbeat was steady and slow, and each pulse that bested against your ear made you felt more and more protected. as he holds you firm and close, a hand of his softly caresses your forehead—brushing against the soft hairs that cling onto your skin.

as your breathing starts to relax and your eyelids finally close, he realizes you finally drifted off to sleep. satoru exhales lowly, almost forgetting to take off his reading glasses. as he places them near the nightstand, he lies back down, giving your sleeping state once last glance.

“i love you,” he whispers against your ear before reaching for the pearled lamp switch. “so much.”your head nuzzles against his chest and he assumes that was your non-verbal way of saying it back, even in your sleep. cute.

the only sounds that could be heard were the faint tick tocking of the grandfather clock that stood near the hallway and your soft breathing as you deeply slept. satoru feels a smile tugging against his glossed lips yet again, but this time it’s different . .

it’s not the same smile from when you showed him that you were graying, it was a more genuine smile that was satisfied at everything—primarily at life. satoru’s long crystalline lashes gradually flap shut as he smiles to himself, a thumb brushing against your forehead. all those battles was worth it in the end, because right now, he’s at the only place he wanted to be . . with you.

life wasn’t a competition, but satoru finally felt at peace, true peace—and that peace was being in your presence. he wasn’t one for believing in good endings, but maybe this particular one wasn’t so bad.

“i . . won.”