#friends to lovers trope is so good

[avenin7]

What if they grew up together?

Revali having white feathers that turn navy after each molt is not my idea. I believe it came from @grooviestsadpapaya and I have not been able to stop thinking of it since. Hence this drawing

[temeyes]

when will my big skull man come back from the war,,,,,,,,,,

[kacievvbbbb]

I think what’s so important to me with MiShanks, and honestly all my favorite ships, is that they are friends. Underneath it all they are just two dudes that like spending time together that have fun together whether they are fighting, fucking or just talking. The don’t just love each other they genuinely like the other as well despite all the terse words (mostly on Mihawk’s side). It’s why they can fall into step so seamlessly even after 10 years apart. They’ve known each other forever and they have fun together they always will. I just….

Like what even is the point if Shanks doesn’t look at Mihawk and remeber the boy he was? If Mihawk doesn’t look at Shanks and feel the years wash away like coats of his shoulders. If underneath it all there isn’t just Shanks and Mihawk two people that fucking love each other in all the ways there is to love. Like if they can’t just hang out the I don’t want it

[orenji-iro-no-sora]

Love Next Door is so good because of the way it shows the reality of taking breaks. You'd think taking a break would free you and rejuvenate you and give you that serenity that you've been craving. You'd discover and explore, carve out the space to think and decide on how you wish to move forward.

But it's actually a rollercoaster of guilt, anxiety, competition, losing self confidence, grief and longing for meaning, seeking clarity, doubting your beliefs, questioning all life decisions, feeling like shit, spending time with your mom and becoming friends with her, doing everything you used to love again and experiencing the little joys, feeling left out and lost, wondering if you've ever been right, wondering why you treated yourself like shit, wishing you could have continued the way it was so that you don't have all these unanswered questions, thankful that you prioritised yourself, wishing for something to love for, wishing you understood yourself and life, and repeat and repeat...

And not only that, Seok Ryu's experience at Greip is the quintessential immigrant worker experience.

When you leave your country to work somewhere else, you feel this sense of responsibility. Most people invest a lot of money and time and energy and they have expectations to live up to, both of themselves (especially if you're a high achiever) and their parents. So you work hard, which is so easy to exploit in general in life, even easier when you're an immigrant. Because as an immigrant, you also want to be liked and crave for a sense of belonging. So you do even more than you can handle, to be accepted, and then people like Chris target and manipulate you because they know what you need. It's easy to become a pushover when you think it'll get you an ally in your loneliest times.

It must have been cathartic when she punched him. :) I hope it continues to be good until the end.

[moonlight-prose]

Hi!!!

I love your work (I've read some of your stuff MULTIPLE times already it's so good) and I just saw that you're writing another Eddie fic!!!!

I wanted to ask if you have any more information on it (like is it fluff, smut, angst) and if you have any idea of a release date :))

No pressure at all though!!! I'm sorry if it sounds that way you don't have to reply to this I'm just EXCITED!!!

thank you darling!! multiple times??? i'll propose marriage be careful!💀 i am writing an eddie fic! and i would love to say i'm so close to finishing, but it's gonna be a massive one and i am nowhere near the finish line.

and yes to all three. fluff, angst, smut, mutual pining, romcom vibes of the early 2000s. i'm shoving it all in. i'll drop a small hint under the cut for you.🖤🖤

People shoved you to the side as you walked. Doing what you could to refrain from slipping on the icy bits of the sidewalk. Taking a cab was out of the question. With what little cash you had stuffed in your wallet. Your boss decided to withhold your paycheck for the second time - claiming you should have come in the collect it.

The temptation to scream at him in person left the second you realized the money wouldn't even cover the rent next month. So like an idiot…you booked a flight to New York (much to Eddie's delight) and packed a bag large enough to stuff two weeks worth of clothes in it. He believed it was his incessant nagging that finally got you here; you didn't have the heart to tell him that you held no other option.

"Watch it," you snapped at a man who's coat probably cost more than your grandmother's gold ring you wore around your neck.

He scoffed, turning back to the conversation he was invested in on his phone. Getting into a fight wasn't exactly a part of the plan. But the anger began to eat away at your heart - gnawing at your patience the longer you were here. Wandering the city streets. Alone.

"Now that's not the Kit I know."

You whipped around, eyes wide and hair upright on the back of your neck as Eddie's broad smile came into view. The leather jacket he wore complimented his tall figure; the once skinny shoulders you remember now grown into a broad form you certainly didn't expect. Hazel eyes sparkled with a joy that still managed to entrance you in a single glance.

It felt pathetic how quick you turned into a simpering girl in his presence. Still the eleven year old he used to push into muddy puddles because it made him laugh. Somehow that made heat spill into your cheeks - a flustered expression flashing across your face.

He squinted, hands on his hips, as he bent down slightly to push his face directly in front of yours. "What'd you do with her? My little kitten?"

"Fuck off Eddie," you scoffed, shoving at his shoulders.

[s--strawberry]

childhood besties to lovers is one of my fav tropes but to me the best way to do it is: they were besties from 3 to 20 then went their separate ways, lost all contact and never saw each other again for 10 years or so. then they have to meet in some sort of family reunion idk and they both remember each other as teens and dont expect theyre actually 30 and very hot now

[lesbiradshaw]

i’m alright with a slow burn by lesbiseresin

Maverick’s eyes lower to focus on the figure whose head barely reaches Copperhead’s hip, a blonde boy that looks to be around Bradley’s age. “And this must be Jacob.”

“Jake,” the boy corrects. He only crosses his arms when Copperhead taps his shoulder in a silent reprimand, but Maverick doesn’t seem to mind.

He laughs and exchanges an amused look with Copperhead before moving his hand into a similar grip on Bradley’s shoulder. “Well, Jake. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maverick. This is Bradley.”

Bradley blinks owlishly at them both until Maverick nudges him. “Hi.”

(alternatively: jake & bradley over the years)

[fictionalcraze]

I'll forever not be over them🥺They deserved to be together. They were both just so perfect for one another and needed eachother. I always am a sucker for two mature, grown adult lonely people especially older people who have gone through and seen a lot and have a lot of trauma find someone just like them, slowly going frm strangers to friends to lovers with good communication and being supportive, protective and mindful of eachother their feelings, pain and trauma and just understanding and seeing the other deeply.

It's my absolute favourite trope everr and slibbs had all tht in spades. I rlly wish they both had been endgame. Miss them so much.

[bl-inkstone]

thinking soft childe thoughts again. this man truly does live rent free in my brain

falling in love with him, i think, would feel a lot like learning to walk with the knowledge that the space beside you is no longer empty.

there aren't any grand signs when you first meet: there is no moment of déjà vu, no sudden flurry of butterflies in your gut when you lock eyes for the first time, no hushed internal whispers of "have we met before?". there is no higher power guiding him when he approaches you and introduces himself, bright eyes and boyish grin on full display. there is no higher power guiding you when you test the feel of his name on your tongue and introduce yourself right back, cautious but curious of who and what he is. you're just two people who happened to be in the same space, at the same time, and that's how your story starts.

the days pass by like a warm reel of laughter with childe at your side. he's a wonderful friend; funny, charming, with a tendency to spoil you and insist even when you refuse because "this is what friends do! besides, i'm gonna eat your food anyway, so at least let me pay—". he's thoughtful and courteous, but he keeps your life exciting with all the mischief and stark joy he brings along with him. you know what he is, and though you don't completely know what his job entails, neither of you bring it up in the times you spend together. in the comfort of your company, he is not childe the harbinger or tartaglia, the waker of the deep. when he walks and fills the space beside you, he's just childe, your friend who raids your cupboards when he's feeling snacky and slips mora into your wallet when you're not looking. who wakes you up in the morning by knocking on the window right by your bed (instead of knocking on your door, you know, like a normal person). who goes on walks with you around the harbor to admire the sights and maybe work on his liyueren accent and vocabulary by conversing with you about anything and everything under the sun. who holds your hand like it's second nature, and matches the length of his strides to your own like he doesn't want either of you to ever be too far apart.

when your days pass like this, gradually getting to know the familiarity of his touch and presence in your life, falling in love isn't as daunting as it should be. the realization comes slowly to you though. it's when you find yourself tilting your head to whisper to the waiting ear beside you, when you stand and wait in an ever-moving crowd once you recognize the sound of his approach. it's when you set out two bowls instead of one at night and attach an assistive band to one pair of chopsticks because even after all this time, he still doesn't know how to use them.

falling in love with childe feels a lot like a gradual shift of colors in the ginkgo leaves of your homeland as the seasons pass by. he walks with you through the harbor often now, like a routine he can't give up. and while he admires the sights of liyue in the beauty of fall, you admire him.

it's in the glint of those golden leaves framing his fiery hair and blue eyes that you realize: "i've loved him for a while now, haven't i?"

i think that's how it all starts, honestly. you fall first, before you even realize, and your life suddenly becomes all the more colorful with the feelings you couldn't recognize before suddenly intermingling with the casual comfort he brings with him. it could open the door to something angsty, where you think your feelings are unreturned and try to cope, or maybe something soft and silly, where everyone can see just how much you like childe while he remains oblivious to your affections, but still sweet all the same.

in the end though, it wouldn't really matter if you really were the one who fell first. because childe, who saw you in that moment and took the first step to something bigger than he could've ever expected, would definitely be the one who fell harder.

[sparrow-in-the-field]

There's a scene that I wrote in the next chapter of The Walk Home that has me rattling and gnawing at the bars of my jorty cage

[rainingmbappe]

The rise of "let people enjoy things" is single handedly the backbone of the rise of anti intellectualism

[nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

tao and elle's kiss is probably my favorite first kiss scene ever now-- it's just so-- sjsjsj it has cavetown! it has "fall in love with a girl" !!! and they're at the louvre!!! and the way they smile afterwards !!! it's just so perfect ok

[temeyes]

"and i don't blame you, dear for runnin' like you did all these years i would do the same, you best believe." - Stubborn Love, The Lumineers

[skitskatdacat63]

Prev reblog, imagine if they all fought for Fernando's love 🥹

Flavio who devoted and then killed his career in service to Fernando, Carlos Sr. who Fernando has looked up to and known for 20+ years, Lawrence who can provide for Fernando with his deep pockets, Adrian who has the potential to build Fernando a winning car

Who will he pick!!!! I vote Carlos Sr 🤭🤭

[ramjam-jamming]

A dynamic I enjoy....

[neiptune]

just watched meet me next christmas on netflix and what the heck? it's one of the cutest things I've ever watched??????