#crying over them fr fr

[kellyvsevildead]

" you're like the daughter i never had. "

[mofufu-fufu]

[hinamie]

idk about yall but life is good again

[sanzodaily]

day 7 | disneyland

[satoruxx]

y’all i finally unlocked caleb’s whole myth… nobody hmu i literally almost cried my eyes out wtf

[punk-o-ween]

BESTIES. I FELL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE. IM JUST NOW STARTING TO UNDERSTAND WHY YALL R SO INSANE FOR MGG I ABSOLUTELY UNDERSTAND IM SO SORRY IM LATE HAHHAH

[mintypsii]

author x barista cafe au (sanji is competing against himself)

[borgialucrezia]

"The rift between him and his brother and sister has sort of widened and widened and whereas he's trying to be all mature and get over it, Neil [Jordan] was always keen on Juan coming back different and secure and grounded. That’s how I wanted to play it when he came back. He's spent the entire first series being picked upon and bullied by the family. I think the shock of Lucrezia actually manning up and trying to kill him had a huge effect as well. He’s growing and maturing. If there’s one aspect of Juan that never changes throughout both seasons is he always does what it true inside him. From where Juan stands he sees the hypocrisy in the family, how they can do one thing and say another. As far as Juan is concerned he's always had the best interests of the family at heart." — David Oakes.

[viktorpartner]

Do you ever think about how many people Edwin and Charles got close to over the years only to watch them die? Yeah, cause Niko wasn’t the first FOR SURE

[peppermint-whiskers]

I'M GONNA FUCKING CRYYYYY

The way Himawari talks about her bad luck toward others and the way it causes them pain like it's a casual thing 😭😭

It's the norm for her by now, but deep inside it still hurts

AND EVEN WHEN FINALLY NOTICING IT, HE STILL LOVES HER!! Even when just being around her almost kills him, Watanuki still loves her so much 😭😭😭 And I fucking love that

Doumeki too! He's a stoic guy but he still cares about his friends so much 😭

HE PAID IN BLOOD SO WATANUKI WOULDN'T DIE. He finally became a customer at Yuuko's shop and it was to save his friend's life 😭 Not for himself, but his fucking friend

And Himawari 🥺🥺 Poor girl has never had anyone say they were happy to have met her. I'm so glad she's got her friends now

[pikachu-deluxe]

hey, image of my beasts coming up sometime tonight in like a few hours, if not check back tomorrow in my art blog, it should be there by then

[secrettastemakerland]

netflix, the more nic and luke content you release, the more i hate how you treated polin, their season, and their characters hope this helps 🥰

[piepiepiemag]

old men yaoi inspecting lemons together. there's a joke here that i'm legally not allowed to make.

[beanghostprincess]

sanji and usopp start dating and the crew knows almost instantly because, well, it's not hard to tell and they've been invested in their relationship for a long time (invested = fucking tired of seeing them pining). and now they can finally be happy together and show it to the world freely which, in retrospect, it's fucking awesome. in theory, it's great. but sanji is not used to PDA and even less to people wanting to touch him or accepting his touch. most of the time he's just talk and girls pretty much always ignore him and, well, men- he doesn't have good experiences with men.

but the way usopp touches him in front of the others, oh so domestically and casually... it make his heart go crazy. the cook never knows how to react to that. and, turns out, that even if he's known for his flirtatious personality, he's a blushing mess when things like this happen. but usopp takes this new phase of their relationship so, so well... he's the calmest sanji has ever seen him.

it starts with usopp holding his hand when the crew is walking around a new island together, and they are not even behind them. in fact, everybody can see them holding hands. people often look at them in the streets, strangers. or perhaps that's just sanji's perception. but even if he's all anxious about this and his hand is obviously shaking, he doesn't let go of usopp. the sniper seems to notice this and squeezes his hand a few times to catch his attention and smile at him. sanji's heart lets go of its insecurities for a second, then.

it seems that usopp is extremely comfortable when it comes to touching sanji which, okay, it's understandable because the whole crew is extremely clingy and sanji is not far behind that fact. but he always rests his chin on sanji's shoulder while his hands find their place on his hips to pull him close, as if sanji's body is exactly where he belongs. and the cook is not used to somebody wanting his warmth this much. even less when they're around other people. but usopp does this constantly, with a hint of protectiveness and a little possessiveness. sanji is still getting used to it, but he always ends up holding the hands on his hips or kissing usopp's forehead whenever it happens. his heart feels a bit lighter once he does so. he thinks that, maybe, he can start doing these things too.

usopp doesn't even think about it when he touches sanji, the cook realizes. it happens almost instinctively. because whenever they're sitting somewhere together with the others, his hand always ends up resting on sanji's lap. the first time it happens it drives sanji so fucking insane that he has to take a deep breath and try really, really hard not to focus on it. because otherwise, he'll probably end up going into cardiac arrest. but he likes the feeling of usopp's fingertips on his legs, especially whenever he's talking to somebody else. because it's like telling sanji that he's there for him, even when he isn't even talking to him. that sanji is appreciated there, too.

the way the sniper intertwines their feet together under the kitchen table when they're eating with the crew does things to sanji. because they always sit in a corner of the table (that way sanji, if he needs to go back to the kitchen, it's easier for him to move) and it seems that nobody else notices the way usopp is grinning at him. but sanji knows. sanji knows they could just see the blush covering his face at any moment. and yet, he sits closer to usopp anyway while he takes another bite of his food.

sometimes, depending on the island and the adventure, they sleep in the woods. which is fine with all of them (for the most part. nami isn't that happy about it and sanji wouldn't mind an actual bed), except that it's always so fucking cold. so it's not weird to see them cuddling. it's not odd to see robin and brook resting against franky's huge chest or luffy practically lying on top of zoro. nami cuddles with chopper and jinbe, too. so usopp holding him in their sleep should not be a problem and should not make sanji this nervous. but it makes his heartbeat pound harder and faster than usual. and so he just cuddles closer to him because, well, if he's going to be unable to sleep because of having his boyfriend this close, at least he can enjoy his warmth for the night.

it doesn't matter if they're talking with strangers. people they just met on a new adventure. whenever they're sitting next to each other on a couch, usopp's arm ends up behind his head. which- okay. well. sanji needs a moment to process all of this because even if it isn't a romantic gesture necessarily and they're not even touching, the urge to rest his head on top of usopp's shoulder haunts him. and even if usopp isn't actually doing anything, the fact that they're so close (their legs touching, too. hips touching) isn't doing anything good to sanji's critical way of thinking.

it becomes a habit to bother sanji while he cooks, even when the others are around, too. every morning usopp stays with him while making breakfast. and every morning usopp's hands find their way to sanji's hips. he lazily kisses his neck while he does so, and if sanji burns their food, it's going to be all usopp's fault. it doesn't help that he always finds usopp wearing one of his wrinkled shirts. it- it doesn't help at all.

usopp takes every opportunity to kiss sanji, too, now that he doesn't have to hold back. and it isn't like sanji is complaining in the slightest (he's literally the luckiest man alive) he's just afraid he might fucking die from blood loss. because sanji now has the necessity to bring usopp little snacks and drinks whenever he does so for the girls, and unlike when he did so only for nami and robin, usopp kisses him as thanks every. damn. time. so he has to offer food to his boyfriend after he already has done it for the girls, because if usopp kisses him this tenderly when he's holding food, he might as well drop it from the way his heart beats against his chest.

and, well, sanji is still getting used to this. getting used to being loved like this. it's easy for him to just go over some girl and yell cheesy stuff with a grin on his face because that's not- that's not real. he worships women like goddesses and he does not expect them to love him back. there's safety, there. he knows they're going to reject him and he does not care. but he has been holding back from touching and talking to usopp in so many ways, fearing rejection, that now he doesn't know what to do with everything he feels for him. he thinks he's going to explode. besides, men are- men are different. men's bodies are something he likes, of course, now that he has realized. but it's harder to accept since all the men he has ever known have been so violent towards him. usopp would never, that's for sure but... it still makes him nervous to touch him.

even if he's extremely touch-starved and wants nothing but to kiss his boyfriend every second of his life.

he kind of feels guilty about it. not being able to be the one touching usopp first, even if he always responds to his boyfriend's caresses when the sniper makes the first move.

so sanji thinks that maybe words will help. if he can't be the first one touching usopp, then words will have to be his way of showing affection to him.

sanji keeps calling him everything but his name. honestly, he has forgotten the last time he called usopp something else that wasn't stuff like: mon chéri, mon trésor, mon amour, mon coeur, ma moitié... and, well, all the things usopp has to ask what they mean because he has no idea when it comes to french and sanji loves that just the tone of his voice makes his sniper all flustered. "his sniper" being another pet name, by the way.

it's hard to say he loves usopp at first. because those are strong words and even though it's exactly what he feels, he isn't used to saying it to anybody this seriously. even with his father back at the baratie those words were something they always expressed with actions or were only said when sanji had a particularly rough night when he was younger. but once he gets used to saying them, he can't stop. sanji loses count of how many times he tells usopp he loves him every day. when they wake up. between kisses. between smiles. when they're fighting. when usopp's sleeping. when he's working. when he gives him food. the words always come whenever they're together. and when silence speaks for both of them, sanji feels the need to whisper them into usopp's lips. and whenever they are not together, sanji keeps telling the sea he loves usopp, even if the sniper can't hear him then.

he lets usopp do the talking in bed, most of the time. but whenever sanji gets the chance to speak, he doesn't miss the way usopp's body twitches with every word of praise he pronounces along with his moans. and it's always quiet and low, fearing somebody else might catch them, but it's not like he needs anybody but usopp to hear his confessions of love between his sounds of arousal, thank you very much.

sanji speaks about sogeking the same way he speaks about usopp, perhaps a bit more dramatically. it always makes his boyfriend blush with embarrassment, but he never admits he knows sanji is talking about him. it makes everything more fun, sanji thinks. and perhaps it's easier for usopp to take praise when it's directed to his alter ego instead of him. sanji has always loved the way that cape looks on him.

so they keep touching and talking and showing their love to everybody around them and... they don't care. the crew does not care. in fact, they look happier than when they weren't dating (if you ignore mosshead's rolling of eyes every damn time, as if he wasn't all over their captain on a daily basis, but alright. whatever. fucking idiot).

and sanji feels, after a long time, that he finally has somewhere to call home and more people to call family. and if they finally let him show his love (the way he truly wants to love someone) he isn't going to hold back anymore.

[brazenlystrong]

Cont. [x] // @koseigu

This got even worse than the subconscious worry that anyone Satoru lets close could vanish just as unexpectedly as Suguru did. This fear isn’t one he openly acknowledges, but it's been there. When he feels himself getting attached or realizing he cares for someone, that anxiety flares up, leaving him defensive. Satoru isn't good at managing these emotions—mostly because he's never really had to.

He'd often catch himself thinking about Sukuna. Upon recognizing that, it causes a little bit of inner conflict because he dislikes the sense of vulnerability that comes with caring about someone. It makes him feel somewhat out of control. Building a wall around himself and maintaining a distant demeanor is his way of convincing himself that he’s still got it handled—that he’s untouchable, even emotionally.

He might've been colder, more petulant than usual in his speech, using it to deflect from what he's actually feeling. Sukuna picking up on this behavioral pattern and the topic arising caught Gojo unprepared. Satoru is used to bottling everything without addressing it. After Sukuna first came back to Jujutsu High and they began to hang out more often, just the two of them, for Satoru it was like discovering an unspoken language that only the two of them understand. He found someone who sees beyond the surface—beyond appearances, words, and even the little masks he wears to get through the day. Sukuna gets him in a way no one else could. And in this case, he knew when to draw him out of his silence and then give him space. Sukuna naturally has a soothing effect on Satoru, so their fights don’t escalate and they’d settle to give each other time to process everything.

Satoru’s been holding it together—or trying to—but there’s a hollow ache that’s been growing day by day. Being apart from Sukuna felt manageable at first; he told himself he was fine, that he didn’t need anyone. But as time stretched on, Sukuna's absence turned into a quiet, gnawing emptiness that kept him awake at night, a dull, steady pull in his chest reminding him of everything he was trying to ignore. And tonight, it’s too much. He realizes he can’t pretend he doesn’t need him.

Satoru has grown restless, regretful about everything. Instead of keeping Sukuna close, he’s been pushing him away. And in a result, they aren’t together as much which is the exact opposite of what Satoru strives to avoid. So, he finds himself almost hoping to be accepted, let back in, desperately wanting this connection that has been making him happy. His hand is resting against the surface of the door and until he gets a response he doesn’t dare move away.

And when he’s allowed to enter, he pushes the door open before silently walking in and closing it behind himself. Usually, he’d stand by the door and wait until Sukuna said something but already doing that outside was unbearable enough. Instead, Satoru approaches the bed and takes a seat on the edge before leaning over and dropping his head on top of Sukuna’s back, near his shoulder, while his one arm is moved around him. He doesn’t say anything, albeit so much is spoken through his actions.

[wexhappyxfew]

Oooh, those prompts sure do look amazing… the touch one??? I’m so unsure on which one I might be in a crisis….

Soo… after muuuch deliberation, may ask about nr. 17 (holding the other’s chin up) with my girl Carrie? (I have to stay loyal to her, though I love all the other Silver Bullets girls equally)

Thank you 💖

- Carrie anon

carrie anon my apologies for how incredibly late this is (along with the other prompts sitting in the askbox lol) finals season will forever be a struggle lmao. BUT! i'm taking a mental break and here we are with a piece for my beans, carrie x dougie, carrie anon!! :D VERY excited to post this, we get a bit more with carrie's feelings as she's pretty good at hiding them (but not great with hiding them lol). so please enjoy!!

bergie doesn't strike out

(a/n): for the carrie x dougie girlies because this prompt i enjoyed and i figured i'd add some more to carrie's background - a struggle to fit in, to feel wanted, in a time of war. yeah, she's going through it to say the least and in some way, we all can get why :'( please enjoy!

Carrie watched from behind her shot glass as James Douglass waltzed over to the congregating group of Clubmobile girls and talked his talk, pulling out his lighter and offering to light up cigarettes, only before making quite the show of winking and meandering away back towards where he had been previously stood with Hambone and Murphy. She watched him let out a barking laugh before pointing to their cups and nodding to the bar. And that's when he started waltzing over to the bar, where she was stood, rather enjoying her stare-down with her shot glass instead of having to focus on him.

"Carrie Achterbeg, haven't seen you in a minute." she heard him say as he approached - which albeit was the truth. She hadn't come out to one of these in a couple of weeks. After that awkward misunderstanding with one of the guys from the 418th - radio operator, kind eyes, but horrible ego - after he had tried to plant one on her, she didn't want anything to do with the flying club, drinks and pilots. Tonight though was different. And after those last few missions, she needed some sort of melancholy distraction, even if it were a shot or two stood alone at the bar.

"Aren't you a sight for sore ey-" Carrie glanced over at James Douglass and shoved him in the shoulder roughly before throwing back her shot and sighing.

"Don't finish that sentence." she managed out, coughing briefly and then looked at him.

"Dually noted." Dougie said, before leaning up on the bar next to her and watching the side of her face, "What's eating you?" Carrie let out a dry laugh and looked over at him.

"I should be asking you the same thing," she said, before lowering your voice, "struck out, huh?" Dougie raised a brow in her direction and she nodded over his shoulder.

"Tatty, Helen, Virginia…." Carrie said, "Christ, Dougie, you struck out and you struck out hard." Dougie rolled his eyes and leaned more against the bar and nodded to the tender.

"Struck out is a strong word to use in that sense-"

"Sure as hell is currently the right word-"

"There's other words-"

"Struck out is as good as it comes." Carrie said to him and he took the beer from the tender and sighed, before taking a long sip. She watched him for a moment, biting the inside of her lip and then glanced back at her empty shot glass.

She was just punchy, she wasn't in the best of moods, and James Douglass was beginning to grow on her in ways she hadn't expected nor entirely wanted. And her mind was trying to ignore it.

"Why haven't you been coming recently?" Dougie asked her as he casually sipped on his beer, eyes wandering out to the dance floor and then back to her, before grinning wide, "Hambone's been missing ya." Carrie sighed and then stood up straighter and pushed her hair behind her ears and glanced at him.

"Personal choice." she said and then shrugged as she looked out towards the dance floor again, "You missing me, too? You seemed real tangled up with those guys over there. Surprised you came over to say hello." She raised a brow at him and he shrugged her off. Watching him, she then turned, only to be stopped by his arm jutting out.

"Where you going?"

"Just taking a lap around," she said with a shrug, "talk to some people I haven't seen before, ya know, get eyes on everyone." He watched her, a mixture of adornment it seemed and surprise, as she straightened her jacket and then looked at him.

"Everything look good?" she asked him, holding out her arms like she was about to go off on her first day at school and wanted her uniform in check. Dougie held her gaze for a moment before he let his eyes wash down her form and then back up to her face again. Carrie watched him, her collar turning hot as he took a slow sip and let his eyes rest on hers again, that lazy smile growing on his face as he nodded.

"Good is a strong word-"

"Dougie, don't you dare." Carrie muttered, a small smile growing on her face as she shoved at his shoulder, and repositioned herself, hands on her hips and sighed, "Seriously." For a moment, they just watched each other and it should've felt awkward, but in all actuality - it wasn't. And knowing that he was looking at her that fondly almost made her want to stay and talk to him more. But she wasn't like that it seemed.

"You look great," Dougie said, his voice strained as he nodded, "don't let none of those fools do anything funny, alright?" Now, it was Carrie's turn to let out a laugh and raise her brow.

"Since when did you care?" she asked quickly, crossing her arms, "'Cause three weeks ago, I had that stupid radio operator from the 418th practically down my throat and you barely batted an eye." A few onlookers glanced towards the two and it took Carrie a few moments to recognize how loud she had gotten and suddenly emotional in her words. And why did she care if Dougie had barely batted an eye? He shouldn't have needed to. They weren't technically even friends, just a joke or two here and there, some teasing and good-natured tomfoolery, but nothing more. Why did she care that he should care? Carrie sighed. Dougie looked up at her with those big, slightly worried eyes and bit back his lip before nodding.

"Well, now that you've made me aware of that, maybe I will bat an eye next time." Dougie said, looking up at her as his fingers danced against the cool mug of beer, "Who the hell was it?" Carrie stared at him and then blinked slowly.

"It doesn't matter-"

"That's why you didn't come-"

"Dougie-"

"Because he had-"

"Dougie." Carrie said, stepping closer to him, and holding his gaze right in her own, her hand ghosting over his arm as if to latch onto him, but failing to do so, "Let it go. It's over now."

"You brought it up." Dougie said back quickly, but she stopped him with a shake of the head. But then she stood quiet for a moment and let her thoughts grow. She had brought it up. Almost as if she had wanted him to know. Because no one had known. Because she'd been embarrassed that she let herself think that maybe that was a good guy, someone she could live a life with and all he had wanted was a kiss. It was a stupid thought.

"Who was it, Carrie, seriously?" Dougie asked her as she balled up her fists and looked anywhere but his face, which she knew had a look on it that would make her lose it, "A guy from the 418th, huh? He ever heard about a thing called messing with the bull, you damn well be getting the horns-"

"Shh, keep your voice down!" Carrie muttered, bringing a finger in front of her mouth and looking at him with wide eyes, "He was just some jackass that thought I was there to have a good time and that was it." Dougie grew quiet as he watched her. Whatever it was between them seemed to simmer and they both seemed to understand in that minute what she meant. But she wouldn't dare actually say why she had even bothered kissing the guy, or why Dougie was looking at her like that.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Dougie said, his voice softer than it normally was, that look in his eye deeper and darker, "I know a guy-"

"No." Carrie said, her cheeks scarlet, "It was just a stupid kiss, that's it. It's over. I just….I was trying to avoid the situation again and…." She trailed off. She was over talking about it to be completely honest. She looked up at him.

"I'm fine." she said with an honest nod, "Thank you for your…..concern." Dougie watched her, with a slow nod and licked his lips, like he was still digesting her words in their entirety. He didn't say much, he just watched her and she didn't entirely want to complain about that because for one, his eyes were some of the kindness she'd probably seen on this side of the world. And for once, they were eyes that looked at her in a way other guys didn't.

"Just…go have some fun," Dougie said quietly, "give me a look if a guy does something stupid, alright?" And she nodded and looked up at him, as he smiled softly at her, his eyes darting over her own endless blue ones, an abyss of dampened sea and darkened souls. Lost and harrowing. He leaned forward a bit and lowered his voice.

"Don't strike out." he said with a small chuckle and she looked up at him and brought her pointer finger underneath his chin and prodded him lightly to meet her gaze, before whispering back just as quietly.

"Bergie doesn't strike out."