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prismaticlove · 8 hours ago
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I'm going to break my own heart by saying this, but... be not afraid.
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Trista Mateer, from "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," originally published in 2019
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theinfinitetrial · 6 months ago
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I just love the flavour text on this one. After spending idk how many hour on the first game and fighting through countless runs this sounds so so sweet to me.
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captainkirkk · 2 years ago
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I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.
I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.
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icantdothistodaybruh · 1 year ago
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I didn't want to spoiler this one any more than I already did but oh my god
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prismaticlove · 8 hours ago
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Anxi, tonight I'm saying this specifically to you. You are infinitely & always 'good enough' and it is an absolute joy that I get to know and love you.
...And yet I have to stop and reread this for myself, too, from all of the ones I love... especially lately, when I'm arguably feeling more unlovable than ever before. But they have literally said this to me, even now. Chaos 0 especially. God he is an absolute angel, it sends me reeling. But so is Anxi. And that's monumental.
If I can love her this much, then I have to accept in turn the stunningly beautiful fact that yes, she echoes the sentiment. And don't you dare doubt that. Don't forget how she was your reason to live all through inpatient. And she knew that. That sort of thing changes people. It changed your heart, too.
So... it goes both ways, as it should. You undoubtedly love her. She undoubtedly loves you. Live for that. Live in and from that. Stay alive and in her life, no matter how difficult living is right now. Trust me, you're still good enough for her.
Why wouldn't you be, when you feel this for her?
If there is one thing to keep in mind when it comes to you and your f/o, it is that they would undoubtedly love you, exactly as you are. As you are, right now, are good enough. In fact, your f/o would be the luckiest individual on this entire planet, in this entire galaxy to even be around or with you. Being in your f/o's life would be a privilege for them, a wonderful one at that.
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arttsuka · 2 months ago
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I LOVE Teen Stan and Ford, it’s sad they don’t get drawn enough, so thank you so much!
Does Ford ever help Stan when he gets overstimulated? Or maybe when he has a rage response and suddenly starts crying and calls himself stupid?
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Here's the other post with Ford
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quasarifxxy · 2 years ago
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This episode was so painful (to us viewers and) for BOTH parents
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Misaki realizing that they have almost everything she can’t provide Miri. from all types of clothing, to a room filled with everything the child wants, Misaki realized that this place has everything she couldn’t afford. In her eyes, this is paradise for a child like Miri. 
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But if there’s anything Kazuki and Rei can’t do, it’s to provide Miri a normal life. One devoid of lies and danger. If they choose to keep this up, it will hurt them all in the long run.
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sailforvalinor · 6 months ago
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There are things you cannot do, when you’re the princess’s only knight. You cannot be uncertain, your blade can never waver. Your will must be as sure as your swordhand—unchanging, steadfast, and tempered like iron.
There are things you cannot do, when you’re the princess’s only knight. You cannot carry pride; there is no ego. They are not your weapons, and have no place in your sheath or quiver. If there are those who do not recognize your face or respect the colors you bear, you do not balk, you do not protest. Those who are blinded and tongue-tied by the knowledge of your renown are often more trouble than they’re worth. You don’t feel that renown should belong to you. You were only making up for your past failures. Just like you are now. You see her falling into the chasm again, her fingers inches from yours. You pull your cowl closer. Anonymity is a gift—after all, your name, your mind, your will is hers.
There are things you cannot do, when you’re the princess’s only knight. “But so is my heart,” you cannot say. “She’s my only love. My princess became the dragon, she has soared above a land she can’t remember for thousands of years without knowing why. Her tears fall upon the plains and hills and mountains. I almost hope they’re not for me.”
Of course you cannot say that. You’re not even sure you know how. Those who know you now do not know you by your words—there is only one woman who does, and she soars through the clouds, nameless.
“I came from the lands above the clouds.” (“I failed her. Again.”) “She said, ‘You must find me.’” (“For her sake? For mine? Or for our kingdom?”) “Whatever you say.” (“I’d willingly die if it brought her back. You know that, right?”) “I haven’t found her yet.” (“I’m a failure. I made my vow into a joke.”) “It was a decoy.” (“He took her voice. He made me hope. He’ll die for that.”) “I’m alright.” (“I visited her house yesterday. It still smells like flowers.”) “She’s a dragon.” (“She’s my only love. She didn’t know my voice.”)
“She’s waiting for me,” you say to yourself over the clop-clop of the horse’s hooves beneath you. “She’s waiting for me,” you mutter under the crackle of the fire, the laughter of those around you falling deaf on your ears. “She’s waiting for me,” you sob, knees hitting the floor of the classroom where she used to teach, the four walls bathed in moonlight looking through your tear-blinded eyes like a church. “She’s waiting for me,” you whisper in the pitch-dark, collapsing and crawling on your hands and knees, sweat in your eyes, vast stone ceiling above, with nothing but the ominous glow of the sword on your back to guide you. You hear a sound, stumble to your feet. Your hand flies to the hilt of your sword.
“I’m coming,” you say through gritted teeth.
I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.
And I promise, no one will stop me from carrying you home.
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radarchives · 6 months ago
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hercarisntyours · 7 hours ago
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everytime I see her I want to cry from happiness
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couldneverhurtusnow · 10 months ago
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[chemistry] it's not a word that actors [use]. but you must endeavor a little bit to try and fall in love, in whatever that capacity is. and andrew is a very easy person to fall in love with. he's kind, generous, talented. we shot the film at the perfect junction in our friendship where there was a lot we didn't know about each other, but there was mutual admiration and respect. and a similar sense of humor. (...) yeah, it felt fizzy when we were acting. especially with that first scene at the door -- it's so well-written. you feel like you're dancing through the scene, you can go in loads of different ways, and if i went one way, andrew would go another. if that's what chemistry is, i was aware it was happening.
-- paul on chemistry and whether ‘they (andrew & paul) knew instantly that their onscreen relationship was working’ in all of us strangers, screendaily.com (1/31/24)
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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago
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Ah damn- lemme rewrite it then:
A bit ago I had a thought and I just wanted to know your opinion on it-
So, there’s two worlds; one, a typical Batman ‘verse with no powers and just a bunch of vigilantes. And two, a world where the batfamily is just flat out non-human Cryptids. Just a bunch of shadow demons who feed on fear and have not even a drop of humanity in them.
Now, here’s where the thought comes in: A Robin from the normal verse (Probably Jason or Tim since I adore both of ‘em) gets somehow shot into the Cryptid verse and now has to deal with a giant shadow demon in the shape of their dad cooing over them like they’re his kid.
Ohohoho
Cryptid Batman is just... staring down at the costumed child (who is probably hurt, let's be honest it is the batfam) bemusedly for a solid few seconds. Just, takes a minute before registering the feeling of otherness around the kid- not like their otherness, but something other all the same. Goes from bemused to Gasp, a baby very quickly, even if he knows the kid is a human. Maybe that can be fixed- if they want to of course- but it's still a child and they're his child now.
Honestly if it's Tim he's probably a tiny bit concussed and trying not to fall asleep because uh, either he's hallucinating or there's some sort of eldritch shadow Batman crouched down cooing at him like a mama bird. Tries to get to the internet as soon as he can, to try and figure out what's going on. Very quickly realizes that he's either in another timeline, or a whole new world, which isn't exactly... great. Tim has had to deal with the most unhinged Batman, who just lost his son and is very much not mentally stable, and he is slightly panicking on what his Batman will do if he thinks he's dead or can't find him. Big cryptid Batman just gently holds because humans are so fragile, and this is baby so they're extra fragile.
If it's Jason, I'm almost tempted for it to be during or right after Ethiopia. A very much concussed and injured child who shadow Batman very gently scoops up and slightly panics while taking him to Alfred, because surely Alfred will know what to do? Maybe Jason wakes up still human, maybe he wakes up something... different. Either way he's a bit freaked out and confused to see Shadowy-Eldritch Batman (probably with the batkids koala-clinging to his back lol) staring unblinkingly down at him all excited he's awake and going to be okay.
Hell, maybe it's both of the boys and the dimension-yeeting has happened twice, first when Jason 'died' and then later with Tim. Who knows.
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roitaminnah · 1 year ago
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tfw for some reason you find an immense amount of comfort in simply being near someone
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mitchmotch · 1 year ago
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sonia warm-up i did a while ago
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distracted-obsessions · 4 months ago
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thoughts from the Thunder Saga
Suffering: First of all, adorable. He's scared of the water 🥹.
Second, he ain't got no daughter.
The questions are hi-fucking-larious. "Let's say I'm on the run- or hiding! From... idk... Poseiden!" *shrugs* also, when I first heard the "oh no," it sounded so deadpan lol. *in the world's most deadpan voice* "oh no. whatever shall you do."
Different Beast: OH SHIT! OH FUCK!! OH SHIT! OH FUCK!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! *SCREAMING, CRYING, HYPERVENTILALING* I AM NOT OK I AM NOT OK I AM NOT OK I AM NOT OK
Scylla: I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!! I KNEW IT FROM THE CIRCE SAGA!!!!!! I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!! THE "forgive me!" NO, BABIES!
Hello, Scylla.
Oh, Scylla.
Oh, Odysseus.
Mutiny (oh no): Oh. Oh no. Oh baby. Oh sweetie. Oh no, please.
Oh shit.
Oh no. please don't. please don't do this. please, please, please don't. I'm sorry, don't. OH!
Eurylochus, no.
Thunder Bringer: Wow, Zeus. Keep it in your pants.
Zeus, don't. Don't you dare make him do this again.
Don't.
Baby...
Ok. Ok. I'm not ok. That was not ok. I am so not ok right now. I put my head in my hands and I sobbed. I think I can count on one hand how many times I've done that. That hurt. I'm sad now. I don't think I can recover.
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alchemania · 1 year ago
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Finally got enough energy to talk about Furina's SQ and while I loved her and the troupe, MC and Paimon were .... Not Great. I talked about this with friends but in Paimon's case especially, the way they interact with Furina feels like people who just don't understand trauma and depression and then engage with someone suffering from both in all the wrong ways.
Talking about how much of a downgrade her house is from the opera house, making fun of how she can't cook, pushing her to act when she's set a very clear boundary and then guilt tripping her after she's stuck to her guns, shaming her for not being able to fight well (Paimon literally talks about how second hand embarrassment is overwhelming and I'm just like ?????), telling her she's "not acting like herself" when she attempts to open up and be vulnerable....it's just really rough. That and the MC asking "is something wrong" when Furina gets sad over Poission ..like bro people died and she couldn't save them and she's tearing herself apart over it. Those people are never coming back and you know it and you have the gall to ask her is something wrong??? Of COURSE there is!!
It just feels especially odd because we literally get to see all of Furina's suffering and Paimon in particular is. SO mean? Like she was more understanding with Wanderer and Ei and THEY'VE tried to kill us multiple times!! I don't get it, and honestly I'm very proud of Furina for refusing to waver. Let her rest!! She's tired and depressed and she needs time to heal; and honestly fuck Paimon for trying to make her feel bad. Furina's worked harder than she EVER will.
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