#criees about it

[allyricas]

holiday steddie mistletoe kisses-cuddled up in the back of the van-snow angels-attempting to ice skate-secret hand holding while they pick out a tree-flour everywhere while they bake cookies-going to look at lights first christmas together vibes

just steve and eddie so in love and it's their first christmas as an actual couple so they get really into it. the years of pining away during the holidays is finally over.

steve won't cry when the group goes to look at lights and he's single again. he won't wistfully watch the way the lights make eddie look even more beautiful if that's even possible. he won't listen to eddie talk about failed dates and feel that longing, yearning sadness. he won't have to reign in his urge to buy eddie something too intimate and meaningful for two friends. he won't have to stop himself from holding onto to eddie too long whenever they have a friendly embrace.

eddie won't go on dates to fill the void. he won't watch steve ice skate and wish he could hold steve's hand the whole time. eddie won't inevitably fall the whole time without someone to steady him. he won't have to stop himself from reaching towards steve when he notices the loneliness on his face when nearly everyone else is couple up. he won't have to dream about getting stuck under the mistletoe and running his hand through steve's hair and kissing him deeply.

because this year they finally get to spend christmas together and every christmas together after that.

[bifelicitys]

Connor Rhodes in every episode: Never Going Back to Normal

[milkthebunny]

Not me writing about Aizawa for my Psychology homework and fucking screaming for the first 10 minutes because I'm embarrassed.

[dilfwaynes]

between the lifeline | natasha romanoff

summary: natasha thought it was heartbreaking to know she couldn’t come back to you, she realizes its hurts even more seeing you don’t need her to anymore. or in which it’s bittersweet watching you move on and do things with someone new that you both promised to do together one day.

⚢ pairings ; natasha romanoff x fem!reader

genre ; angst

✗ warnings ; a ton of angst, mourning, mention of death.

note: i’ve had this draft for 6 months now, and never wrote anymore than i did in the first night of beginning it so enjoy whatever this is as i empty the rest of my drafts lol

hell — that’s candidly what natasha expected within her jump to death , she never thought about it for the whole nine-yards in a little nicky sense with the devil on a thorn and telling everyone why they gotten where they are at, sure maybe she did believe hell was gonna be a hot pit of pure anguish flames that pricked every pad of your skin while screams of pain ranged throughout, now she could believe that.

but she honestly couldn’t believe is what’s happening right now though, being planted in the middle of the familiar creamed walls of the minimalist living room in lower manhattan. she blinked, stumbling some as the flash white snapped through her line of eyesight, this definitely wasn’t hell? she winds her neck looking around the living room, her eyes not taking her black widow training in vein as they zoomed, studied and flicked onto everything in her sight. this wasn’t possible, she’s dead, or at least was supposed to be, so how is she in your living room of your apartment.

“this doesn’t make any sense.” she murmurs to the silence, taking her first steps since the abrupt speed of white blinded her here. was this some sort of test? flashback before tapped into the tube and sent to hell? she honestly couldn’t tell, but the need to see you overtakes the confusion of the natural limitations to the law of life.

the apartment was quiet and and clear from you natasha figured quickly, but she still did a sweep of your room anyways and albeit being left positive, while doing so she did notice the change your room, when did your bed go from being a full to suddenly a twin? when did you get a different bookshelf? and when did you paint your room a different color? how long has it been since vormir exactly?

a click of a lock brings natasha back to mind, it had to be you as only a lock would make that sound by being open with a key, a smile takes over her face as she slowly nears back to the living room and to your door.

the knob twists and the door gets pushed open and revealing you behind it with a dark raincoat and a light layer of mail in your hand as the other mindlessly holds a ripped envelope with the letter above it, your heed elsewhere and natasha can’t help but to smile and get ready to open her arms. you sigh before tossing whatever mail you have on the counter, natasha’s face falling as your eyes gloom over the living room and her, emotionless and walking right past her and into your room.

natasha stills as her stomach begins to churn, with a burn starting to sting behind her eyes, her throat tightening and her head rearing a thousand miles per hour, eyes hazy as realization kicks in with a sensation to curl her insides along with it.

you couldn’t see her.

she was wrong about hell, there was no fire of flames, criee shawled with the wrath seething between your skin, the devil and the explanation for being there. this was hell, her own personal living hell.

[thedeviantleaders]

*criee* thank you for feeding us

AHHH thank YOU anon for sending me this wonderful message! i love posting about rk1k and the world definitely needs more of their love!

[bts-roleplay]

Just so you know I have a bunch of pictures and even a video up on my blog about the babies XD.. I was honestly worried they would make it through the night but they are being so well taken care of.(all the mice are named after a bts members too,since I have 7 and I am totally trash. The current mom taking care of then is actually named after Jin too XD)

Aaaahahhaha ommggggosh this is so cute!!! Imma criee!! Well i’m gonna stalk your blog then!!!Ah my hearteu~! 💘

[mensajeroseis]

powerfisto replied to your post “west side is so underrated , why dont people talk about it more, i...”

BECAUSE ONE TIME I WAS SICK AND GOT LOST IN WESTSIDE FOR THREE HOURS AND I CRIEE

okay, mood