#i cant believe that humans looked at the beauty of earth

[expressoshots]

Ranma siting in the middle of chicken scratch

[clevercorvidae]

my issue with caitvi is honestly...i dont understand what its there for. what does it MEAN, what is the central theme of their story? Like, you look at timebomb and jayvik in comparison and they have so much MEANING.

Jinx and Ekko's story is one that heavily props up both of their characters. For Ekko, him giving up on Jinx and believing that Powder is gone for good, shutting down his care for her reflects his loss of faith in zaun, his paranoia and his close guarding of the tree and the firelights. But through his journey to the Good End universe he learned that Powder is still within Jinx, that she has beautiful qualities as Jinx and that in his world she has so much power and ability to change things. Him seeing Jinx for who she is, for her endless potential inspires him to go back to his reality and help fix it, to take the leap, to have hope for Zaun and for a better future. And in doing so he brings Jinx back to earth while at her lowest, after she's lost everything and puts that same hope for change into her. Their relationship, their story, is one about hope.

Jayce and Viktor's story is about control and perfectionism. Viktor loathes sm about himself. He thinks he is something that needs fixing, that he isnt enough. Jayce meanwhile wants to bring magic into the world, but he's naive and easily manipulated. Both of these mindsets leads them to attempting to progress with hextech in a dangerous fashion, in the pursuit of More. Viktor gets a kick in the ass with his terminal diagnosis and attempts to "fix" himself no matter the consequences, no matter his loss of humanity. When he is revived by the hexcore it only gets more intense, he leaves Jayce and all his connections in pursuit of "perfecting" everything else in existence. He believes flaws and imperfections and individuality only cause pain because he could only look ahead and see a dark future. Jayce meanwhile gets swept into politics and in his own way loses himself to his pursuit of their dream. it takes him getting sent to the Bad End universe, having to stew in the consequences of their hubris and, more importantly, in his own thoughts, that he achieves clarity. When Jayce is in the void with Viktor and he tells him he was never broken, that his imperfections were what made him who he was, and that he just wants to be with him again over any ambitions he previously held, he proves this by showing Viktor his memories of their relationship. He brings Viktor back to himself and they choose to stay together as the rune collapses everything, because what they truly needed wasnt perfection or progress, it was to appreciate each other in the present flaws and all. Their story is about appreciating what you have, about being in the moment.

But caitvi...I just dont get it. At first I thought their relationship was meant to be a reflection of Zaun and Piltover. But it just gets so messy the more I look at it. I suppose it makes sense considering the zaun vs piltover plot was handled messily as well. if my originally interpretation is correct then it makes sense that both plots would rely on the other working to make sense. Vi loses so much of her depth and she is hardly explored whereas Cait becomes very unlikeable. And then all of their conflict is simply brushed aside in the end. Its a mess. Please if you understand them and you got meaning from theur story please explain it to me. i want to like them, but i just cant make sense of it

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

yay i cant wait so excited i have been waiting for a while to read this fic. its loki or tony!

fem!plus size reader, wc: 580.

a/n: i must admit that the plot got away from me on this one, the fluffiness practically poured out of my fingertips. it's been a while since i've written for loki, but it is always a pleasure doing so. thank you for your request!!

cw! insecure fic <3

Being with Loki made you nervous, and not in the way that many people would think. 

He didn’t make you feel threatened nor was he mean, it was just that most of the time you’re around him you can’t help but sink into your head like quicksand. 

Why did he choose you when he had so many other options? Was he settling? What did other people think when they saw you guys together? Your stream of thought was almost laughable, because you knew that Loki didn’t care about what you looked like or anything trivial like that.

“What’s wrong, my love?” 

Your eyelashes fluttered, breaking your dissociative state. “Hm?” You hummed. 

“I asked you what’s wrong.” His tone was forever patient, his fingertips were featherlight against the skin of your arm. You were tucked into his side, the mood of your room domestic as a television show played pointlessly in the background. Loki was never really interested in human delicacies such as at home entertainment, he would much rather spend his free time with you.

“Oh… I’m just thinking.” Your voice was dismissive, almost like what you were saying didn’t really matter, which wasn’t true in the slightest because your boyfriend hung off of every word you said, committing it to memory.

He never forgot human holidays like christmas, birthdays or anniversaries, because those types of things mattered to you – and unfortunately he had to figure that out the hard way – but you bet your ass he never forgot it again.

“Please tell me what’s on your mind, dove.” Loki nuzzles his nose into your temple, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. A shiver shoots itself up your spine, and the sensation makes you melt in his arms. Leave it up to him to basically pry whatever he wanted out of you.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You shrug. “Nothing you say will ever be stupid.” You groan and curl into him deeper. “Fine. I just… I’m getting into that weird place in my head, you know? Like… it feels like no matter how many times you reassure me that I’m gorgeous and all this other super sweet stuff, none of it sticks. It’s like my brain can’t believe it.”

Loki sits there in silence for a moment, stewing on your words before speaking. He knew how sensitive this topic was for you, and though he was the God of Mischief, he would never make a mockery of your struggles.

“I understand you, darling. I know that through your years of being on earth, many humans haven’t been kind to you, and I out of everyone know what it feels like to be different, but –” He hooks a finger under your chin and coaxes you to look at him. 

Though your gaze is shy, you steele yourself despite the way that your cheeks heat under his touch.

“I can assure you that I have not chosen to be with you to make a mockery of you. I am with you because you are beautiful. Your soul sings to me, my dove. You are kind and your heart is unyielding. You are true to yourself and others. That is what makes you shine.”

You feel unshed tears burn behind your waterline and you scoff wetly, but you can’t fight the smile that inevitably breaks out on your face.

“Loki?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you.”

He laughs, and his chest rumbles with the joyous tune.

“I love you too.”

[davekat-sucks]

kanaya has way too many limitations as a character, rose just brings her down as a satellite love interest. but people cant even ship karkan as moirails because shes a lesbian and nobody knows if shed be okay with having a man in a concilliatory quadrant. fuck, you cant even show her being friendly with sollux or eridan because people instantly assume you ship them as matesprites.

which, again, limits her, because regardless of shipping shit her best relationship that gives her some ounce of personality and narrative relevance is by far with karkat.

i wanted to know kanayas opinions on culling and how she relates that to karkats mutancy and her duty with the matriorb. does she even like taking care of grubs? how did the auxiliatrixes stiffen her freedom? does she misses her lusus? why does she even like gardening? why did she never try to become god tier?

we dont know, instead we just have to see her act as a battered wife and be reduced to how hot she looks while wiping her tears

Some also wouldn't put Karkat x Kanaya as moirails for the fact that Kanaya is the mom friend. The responsible woman in the group. If a character is labeled as this, regardless of age or context, they are now considered an ADULT and everyone else is minors. Yes, that's how stupid it is. And these people forget that trolls are okay with incest and any troll ship regardless is just them doing it with their relative in some shape or form. I get that her not being able to stay or form in an easy relationship is suppose to play up the whole SPACE PLAYERS ARE DESTINED TO BE LONELY. That's what is the excuse for people still watching Kanaya going through the cucking in Homestuck 2/Beyond Canon. Same for Jade's situation. But fuck that bullshit. Kanaya and Jade deserve a lot better than this. It would be interesting to know another side of Kanaya that isn't about lesbian love. Is her growing plants like some metaphor thing of her giving life of her own despite the fact trolls reproduce differently? Was she bored of making clothes one time and decided to take advantage about her love for the sunlight and have plants grow alongside her? If other mutants do hatch from the Matriorb, would she take care of them? Does she believe all grubs should live and that's why we never hear anything about the trials like it was mentioned, being present on Earth C? The trials was something that states only the trolls who are lucky or strong enough to survive gets to live and have a parent. Did she get rid of that rule so that everyone can have a chance? Does she educate humans and Carapacians how to raise a grub? Could Consorts adopt? Is Kanaya fine with that? If not, why? Because they are dumb animals? There is so much to her that isn't just a tragic beauty who has a trashy interest in the Twilight series.

[heartcountry]

I been following you so long, my cherish idol I have four kids now who look up to me. I’m now an adult that’s adulting but before i was an inspiring poet that look up to you. Thank you for getting me though the hard days because now I live with peace and the laughter of children that know no pain. I can’t say how many days your poems saved me ; like a floating deceive in the deep sea. You words carried me, though the storms and waves I made it out okay because of your poems, I found out I’m older than you, little sibling I should call you a fairy godmother of my children because of the wishes you granted me I’m forever grateful for your blog I’m 28 and still following you my first tumblr follow - thank you. Sincerely,

Siva

this truly brought me to tears. i cant believe i exist and i’m real and we’re on an earth that can have so much cruelty and still so so much good. when i look back on what keeps saving me, it’s often the little poems reminding me that my heart can still do what it’s made to do, and of course people like you who remind me how human connection is one of the most beautiful parts of writing. i hope you have a lovely day and i hope your kids laughter lasts a lifetime and more. sending you my best always.

[mrsmiagreer]

The slight discourse about race hc’s in the community has made me wanna put all my hc races of my favorite boys and their listeners

Warning!! I am black myself and these are just descriptions of what I see in my head based off of how the voices sound and what other people’s hc have made me see

David is white. He’s born tan though, Him and his dad are both on the darker side of white.

Angel is half white half black. So they’re fairly lightskinned.

Asher might be white and hispanic. I could see him whining “¿Por Que Mamiii?” whe his mom tells him to do something.

Baabe is black. Like big Afro and dark skin black.

Milo is black and Italian (And Irish). Colm is Italian so his skin is fairly light and his hair is really just fluffy and straight. Marie is a cute 5’0 darkskinned mama with 4a hair. So Milo is a good shade darker than caramel macchiato and his hair isn’t super thick, but instead super curly (when it gets wet it turns really straight and slick)

Sweetheart is black and mexican. They’re darker than angel but lighter than Milo. Their hair can get really thick when it’s dry but their curls loosen a lot when their hair is wet.

Sam is around the same shade as david, maybe a little lighter. I think that Sam’s parents were also on the darker side of caucasian and I’m a strong believer that Sam LOOOOVED the sun while he was a human. Being a vampire just turned him pale because of the whole sun thing.

Darlin’ is darkskinned. A good percent of their family from both mom and dad’s side is from Georgia. Big Hair, much like Baaabe’s but down their back.

Gavin is….I cant decide if i want him to be a hot pink-ish guy or if i want him to be a darkskin guy with dreads. (Demons do come in all sorts of colors shapes forms and sizes so it could work either way)

FL is my shade. Just african american. Super curly hair and always keeps their hair in a back puff so it’s out of their face. Around this color

Damien is white and japanese. I just know his skin is flawless. Hair grows ridiculously fast.

Huxley is either Samoan & white or black. Now there’s a few possibilities for Hux…

He has a buzz cut so that when he lays on the ground he can be “Closer to Earth”

If not a buzzer, it’s the most luscious curly/wavy and bouncy hair LITERALLY EVER.

If he’s black, he used to cut his hair off a lot because his hair got annoying to tame but decided to loc it up because he thinks locs are “sick”

Lasko is just white in my head. Brown fluffy hair and freckles white.

Guy is kinda tan white. Not as near as dark as David but a little darker than Lasko. I actually think Guy’s hair is kinda curly (it’s a pain to put that hair net on)

Honey is just white. I would say spicy white but they’re more like “black washed white” like “Grew up in the hood” white.

Blake is super white. Greenish blue eyes, black straight fluffy hair.

Bestie is black. A little heat damage because high school’s beauty standard is destructive, but very curly hair down to their shoulders.

Avior…I wanna say he’s grey. This pretty shade of grey that makes him look a little off white, but his hair and features fit his skin so well. He’s just a glittery guy.

Starlight is African american too. Really just like Bestie but with longer hair.

Vincent is sooooo white. I mean obviously bc of the vampire thing. But no fr he’s basically the color white. Black hair though.

Lovely is ALSO pretty white. Dark brown long straight hair and literally turns THEE color red when you embarrass them.

[fairycosmos]

I may be late, but this is my ESA, a mutt who (we think) spent her first year of life wandering the streets in PR, Brie, and she loves you!!!

She is the sweetest, cuddliest, friendliest, quietest little lovey in the WORLD. I’ve never encountered an adult dog as insanely soft as she is. She’s 21 pounds and almost 8.5 years old (approx.). Her wisdom panel shows four breeds in double digits in her DNA: basset hound (34%), chihuahua (16%), cocker spaniel (12%), and chow chow (11%). The basset hound makes sense for her, but only personality-wise.

I’ve had her almost 7.5 years now; she’s my first dog ever. I always begged for a dog growing up, and every single moment of the nearly 20 years I waited before I got Brie were worth it, because she was my reward for the waiting.

Btw I meant it when I said she loves you. She LOVES humans, so much. Loves best of all to be held like a human baby on your lap, back paws in your right hand and her head on your heart, tucked below your chin. She’s the light of my life!!!

graceeeeeeeeeee i cant believe you just casually have the most angelic little being on the planet as a pet ❤️ like WHAT!! look at this absolutely gorgeous little baby i literally feel like i can see the kindness in her eyes.....she looks so soft and beautiful and amazing.....the perfect friend TBH. i would honestly love to give brie the biggest hug in the universe <3 you'll have to do it for me for REAL. it hurts my heart to know she was a stray but im so so glad she found you and that you have each other now - the fact that she's still so sweet after all of that is amazing. most special baby on planet earth award goes to miss brie for sure!

[trashworldblog]

so beth good omens huh

YEAH

[s1 spoilers ahead]

its really good and i have alot of emotions that i havent quite worked out yet. but heres some thoughts:

- Very Good

- this healed a part of my former catholic currently religiously traumatized soul. obviously a show like good omens would hurt some sore spots, even unintionally just due to the aesthetics, right? WRONG. i never thought id be able to watch something that has to do with religion and not feel uncomfortable. but somehow, i got through the entire first season without feeling that discomfort. maybe ive grown, maybe its the show. but the way they... did... well, everything felt so disconnected from the catholicism i grew up with.

and the show is obviously catholic (at least to my experience) everything is story book catholicism, and yet... it feels different. maybe its god being a woman of color (i believe?) adam and eve being people of color, the gay angel and demon eye fucking every so often, and the honest depiction of first testimant things being Fucked Up, even for a demon, feels so disconnected from the white washed, hateful, church i grew up with. so it didnt hurt watching it. not for a second. and that made me incredibly happy.

- the use of queen music is killing me and so fucking perfect. first of all, all bangers. obviously. its queen. second, theres something about queen, and its place in the queer community, mirroring nicely with crowley and aziraphale. i cant quite put it to words yet.

- the camera angles in heaven being incredibly uncomfortable and awkward, literally warping the angles to be gigantic monsters. if they used normal camera angles and focus lenses, heaven wouldnt look too off. empty and barren, yes, but otherwise fine. using these low or up close shots makes my neck sweat and physically want to lean away from my tv. so good!!!! immediately shows they are very much not the heros in this story. also heavan and hell wanting war so bad showed that heavan was NOT on humanity's side. they were on heavans side. it made a beautiful common enemy for aziraphale and crowley and the humans to be up against. i hope they explore aziraphale and crowley and humanity vs the afterlives in the future.

- GAY PEOPLE!!!! THEY ARE SO IN LOVE!!!! AND AFRAID!!!! i hope they use this break after saving the world and showing their people theyre invincible to holy water/ demonic fire to get together!!!! they wont but i can dream!!!

- the idea of people always watching and keeping score is so terrifying when you think about it. no wonder theyre terrified. theyre existence is to just do what angels and demons do. and they have to do that forever without break. can you imagine how exhausting that must be?

maybe for a regular demon and angel thats fine, but aziraphale and crowley are a bit more then that. theyre in a slight gray area, and it cant be easy to do ONLY holy or ONLY evil things. add on to that the horrors of being on earth for a long time. you cant get attached to much. people die, things go out of style, animals and plants go extinct, libraries and art burn, things get lost and lost media is heartbreaking.

-the actors are really good. like these mfs are in LOVE LOOK AT THEIR EYES. wow. best "im in love with you but im hiding it" eyes ive ever seen. also i need to watch the finale again to appreciate the body language used to show that theyre in swapped bodies.

- the plot is really good and interesting!! i was afraid of missing crowley and aziraphale when we switched to adam or the witch hunter or the witch but i didnt miss them most of the time! i was super intrested in how adam would turn out without crowley or aziraphale's influence. and the witch stuff was pretty interesting too! some times i got a little lost in it all and got distracted, but tbh thats the adhd experience so.

-theyre so stupid and yearning and blind to eachothers emotions i love it

conclusion: good show! i am reading alot of fanfic about it and i started a side blog to store some good omens stuff on. i enjoy this blog being my personal and watcher blog, and i kinda wanted to have a good omens layout so, sideblog! ill still reblog some good omens things here, but most of it will be over there.

[subzeromoron]

i love mika kagehira so much you cant even begin to comprehend how perfect he is i literally love him so much i would pay as much as i need to even catch a glimpse of him in real life hes literally the most perfect man his voice is amazing he also looks very cute hes very charismatic and funny i dont understand how anyone could hate him but mika haters exist sadly so i would do anything in my power and beyond to destroy them. mika kagehira has done nothing wrong he doesn’t deserve anything bad that he experienced however what i do know is that he deserves me. i love him so very so much i would forgive him for doing the worst thing ever i would take a bullet for this man i would die for him i would do anything to make him happy and keep his smile. mika kagehira is a perfect ten out of ten he doesn’t deserve anyone else (except maybe me and shu) but mika is practically a god at this rate because nothing on earth will replace him and his power. he is so undeniably amazing you dont understand at all he looks so beautiful every detail about him is beautiful from the little ahoges standing on his hair to his classy shoes he is perfect not only in his looks but in his personality voice and whatnot. starting from his hair his hair looks so fluffy it’s the perfect kind of green to keep your eyes cool also his hair is such a nice add to his features it fits him so well. moving on to his eyes, he has heterochromia meaning one eye has a beautiful shade of yellow and one with the most intricate color of blue. his interpretation of his eyes is that his amber eye represents happiness and the latter represents sadness. the reason to this is because he believes he is nothing but a tool and doll meant to be manipulated by someone (shu). this is not true. he is a human being, capable of amazing things (including perhaps marrying me). mika kagehira’s eyes are a huge part of his story, and i can see why. he is insecure about them, however i don’t see a reason to think so. his eyes perfectly compliment his hair. moving on to his facial features, his face is created with such complexity it completes the whole look. not much is to say about that, but without it he wouldn’t look the same. (i’d still love him though). mika’s sense of style is very very very amazing and great, his clothing choices are very very very cute. he chooses the best colors to go with his features, with guidance from his friends shu and arashi. an example of it is his casual summer outfit, created with enough harmony between the colors gray, white, black and even a little accent of orange. this man looks good in anything, and when i say anything i mean anything. whatever he wears, he will always catch my heart. on another note, his voice is PERFECT. it matches him so well, and happyelements found the best voice actor. his kansai accent is very cute, and he sounds especially heavenly when he speaks and sings. his solos and even his unit/shuffle/other songs are given a unique taste whenever he joins in. his personality fits his character so much too — he is literally the embodiment of being adorable, humble, selfless, responsible, athletic, brave, funny, charming, and so much more. he is so so so adorable and helpful, anyone who receives his help and attention should know how lucky they are. he’s so dedicated too — exvalk proves that. he would do anything for his friends and family, and he cares for even the smallest things. to quote shu, “kagehira does not throw anything away. even if it falls from his hands over and over, even if those very hands of his are torn off, he’ll pick it up and love it, that’s the kind of human he is.” he would pick up plushies he finds in the dumpsters and garbages and mends it so it has a new life again. HE CARES THE SAME WAY FOR HIS FRIENDS. he is so loyal if he was a dog he would’ve been mans very best friend. he is practically amazing over all, i very very much love him for that. to say i love him is an understatement, but nothing can describe it.

am i (il)legally allowed to marry mika now

Yeah

I have a feeling that you have more written honestly

[linologging]

09.23.23 / 12:00am.

happy birthday, mi princesa. (´▽｀) °︎ｏ♡

my soybean stew eater, my marigold lover, apple of my eye.

i hope you’ve eaten something delicious to start your day and that you’ve woken up on the right side of the bed. it’s what THE birthday girl deserves, y’know?

starting this off sweet ‘n sappy by giving you a list of things i’ve grown to love about you:

your ability to make ANYTHING cute. it can be from your eye of aesthetic to handing me the most adorable pompompurin glass known to mankind.

the way you scrunch up your face at kisses, especially your nose. i have a feeling you’d be extremely ticklish if that’s what gets you— wait until i go for your back! i’ll have you on the floor rolling, just you wait!

you keep a good balance, especially when you stand on your tippy toes during kisses.

forgetfulness in most cases can irk people, but this is something i adore about you. i wonder how many things you have going on up there.

you’re a friend of friends. i believe that ‘birds of a feather flock together’ and you’re flying with the best bunch. the amount of love you have for them is unmatched and i can’t wait to meet more of your beautiful circle.

i have more than five things that i love about you OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I NEVER EVER SHUT UP ABOUT ANYTHING YOU DO. you do one thing and i have to take a step back to not only admire you but also learn from you. i feel like everyday has been an adjustment in my own life to lead a life of kindness. and while you may not personally see that— as an outsider looking in, you’re perfect.

as you’ve once told me, my imperfections are perfect. and i ultimately feel the same way about you. you’ve bared insecurities to me that i can only imagine being very hard for you. i want you to continue to confide in me and lean on me when you need. you are always there for me for any of the thoughts i have running rampant. whether it’s something small or something deeper, you have always heard my end and made me feel heard and seen. i can only repay you by allowing you to do the same without judgement. i’ve made this promise before, but i promise again and again: i will always not only listen to what you have to say, but meet you with understanding and love.

you often talk about things you deserve and don’t. i’m willing to go to the ends of the earth just to change your mind. as stubborn as you are, it might be a challenge, but i think we both like those. you’re a resilient one, of course. but i do feel that you deserve softness. you deserve kind words and even kinder touches. however long it will take, i will make sure that you say you deserve any amount of love given to you. even if it’s a passerby in the street simply complimenting you or me putting you on full blast for how beautiful of a person you are. it’s always deserved.

i cant be anymore grateful that you’ve chosen to stick beside me, hold my hand and listen to half of the crap that comes out of my mouth (you know my riddles get very tricky at times ㅎ). you handle my long-winded sessions of blabbering. endless amounts of fawning and swooning over how much of a gorgeous human being you are, inside and out.

again, happiest of birthdays to you, my heart and soul. i love you to the moon and back now. and i will forever adore you so. ♡︎

“have we earned it, a love story? not for a moment but eternity.”

[mourningwithmagicians]

j dont read it

here's how i feel right now: broken and sad and in bits and pieces

im going through depression. i am depressed. depressed stage of grief. no more anger. no more denial. so much depression.

i can't write to him anymore i have to write to myself

i cant face myself right now

im glad i have some peace. no distractions. full focus on how shattered i am and how i am barely getting by on thursday nights to look forward to and little shit like that. my social media is all a lie.

i have to believe in karma for HIM not trying to write it as YOU bc that is fucking me up to feel like im talking to HIM.

i want karma to be real for you bc that would mean that you would get all the best and tender and lovely things in life like YOU DESERVE. sorry i guess i cant not write to you another fucking thing i can't do right. it's bc i still love you and you own my soul forever i guess fuck

i am writing this at my absolute lowest. so low. i deserve it. i deserve the low. you are going to make an amazing father and husband and you are already an amazing brother and son and church member and employee you are literally. an. angel. amazing. perfect person. god bless you in every fucking way possible. god please grant you a long, healthy, safe, loving life. you have had so much hardship and please god just make it easy for him. he deserves it. please i hope you hear me. give him everything that is the best and sweetest and kindest and amazing. a beautiful sweet soul to match his exactly. the way mine didn't.

im not regretful, rather i have a lot of remorse for how i handled everything. i am regretful that you are out of my life. im regretful actually nevermind. remorse and regret. i feel regret that im a fucking piece of shit. sorry i ever subjected you to that. sorry i ever entered your life. sorr i ever fell in love with you. sorry that it hurts this bad. it hurts so bad for me. so badly that i cant think about anything other than you. and your warmth and your feel. and your love. sorry i fucked up everything. i did the worst fucking thing possible to us.

im not angry anymore. you risked what you couldve risked. your dad was sick. your mom was unhappy with me. you couldn't have risked much more i guess. you couldn't have done much more. sorry i wasn't accepting of that.

why did you have to be you. perfect. amazing. apparently not meant to be.

hey and i am so heartbroken/ can you give me anything bad ever? I will take all of the bad. please give it to me j. i miss saying your name. i miss telling you i love you? you know why. because i love you. so i miss saying it. i miss making you feel the way i feel about you.

i think what i was trying to say earlier is that i don't regret our break up for my time on this earth but when we go to heaven or compost into dirt and become nothing, it would've been nice to do that next to you. i guess i never think in the long term huh. i wanted to be with you without all of the logistics of being a human that got in our way. im a fucking idiot. i feel like i'll get the loneliness that's coming for me. i hope you get the best.

genuniely, the woman you end up with will be so lucky. solucky. you are the best lover. the best person. i miss my warm decembers with you. if only i was better. not a piece of shit that wrecked everything.

youve been through so much that you dont even deserve. i am sorry i am a monster. please know that this monster loved you with her whole heart. still does.

putting on my devil ears like the demonic horrible daughter person sister i am

[taste-of-soul]

They write so much about romantic love, as if thats the only beautiful relationship that could ever exist. I want to write about the beauty of other relationships.  This one goes out to the gift of my bestfriend. 

...........

 I recall praying with tears in my eyes to God for the gift of a friend. I am 10 years old in a new country clutching my notebook close to my chest like a well kept secret. Everything is so foreign I feel, so soul-less in this world. I open my notebook again and stare back at my ideas. I am so embarrassed and shy about the intiricacies of my mind, my writings and poetry I cover it up all so carefully. They laugh at me me at school, tell me constantly how much my voice doesnt matter. My father asks ab my writings, I tell him poetry is never meant to be shared. 

I cry to God, with an ache that seems forever unresolvable. I pray for a friend. 

.........

I make many friends throughout my life but 13 years later, I find the echoe of that prayer reach perfection. I feel as though God moved my whole life around just for the chance to know her friendship.

I move a whole country, I accidentaly stumble into the wrong room at our mosque all just to meet her. Right as I accidentally stumble into this room I hear someone announce that there will be a poem being recited. I end up staying. I sit there thinking about all my past experiences in religous spaces, the desire to be center stage and display egos is all I have ever seen at poetry recitations. This. This is anything but that. As she threads her words together I feel as though I have escaped time and space all together. I hear her angelic voice before I see her and I experience her craft before I meet her. This Alchemist of hearts, transforms me from body to soul in every setence. I find myself sobbing as her words carry me towards God. 

I often think about my spirituality and God. My sinful frame and the distance between him and I. I think about Prophet Muhammad's (pbuh) journey to the seven heavens and I think about how my guily soul trapped in the clutches of this physical body could never taste that same divinition as the Porphet. What would it be like to escape time and space, to travel on burak, to meet God but have the world hold still exactly where it is? I have pondered this time and time again, and dreamed of the chance to know him while still being on this planet, to see him even when I am alive. I know it is unrealistic and the gravity of my sins would never allow such an experience. I think God heard me whisper that in my heart, so he gave me out of his greatest examples of mercy her poetry to hear instead. this for me is the closest experience perhaps I'll ever have to burak on Earth, I think. For in those moments she recites, I feel as though I have left my body and experienced ascention past the seven heavens and stood straight in front of my God.I taste Gods divinity and love threaded in the depths of her poems.

When she is done reciting, I suddenly become aware of my surroundings and realize the tears racing down my face. I truly went on a journey that made me forget this world and my body. Wow.

I learn for the first time the importance of sharing poetry. I am still shy about my work at this time but this Alchemist makes sure I know nothing but confidence. She believes in me with the same determination she has about justice. Soft as a petal, disguised as a bulbul this lion roars at injustice. Her roars sound like lullabies but her messages carry terrible gravity and intensity that will shake you to your core. Justice. The wrong thing she cant digest. When you meet someone who doesnt lie, who is so determined from seperating wrong from right, who sees elements so clearly and have an abnormal amount of vision. When you meet someone like that and they look at you and they believe in you, you have no choice but to believe in yourself too. She sees me clearer than any other human has ever seen me and brings out the highest of my souls potential. She encourages me to share my work and marvels at it even though I know it is and always will be leagues beneath hers. She loves me so completely that I feel as though I have known nothing but love my whole life. Suddenly the 10 year old in me is so confident in my thoughts and words that I never quiet down.

Though even if I am quiet she knows whats in my heart. She speaks to me in the language of soul.

I remember the day of her Birthday, I woke up knowing somehow it was her birthday, I asked everyone turns out I was right.  It occured to me that I have never conciously attempted to know when she was born, my soul knew. I dream of her when she is upset and not telling me about it. We communicate in ways unseen, and love each other in depths undescribable. They say that people can only meet you as deeply as they have met themselves, in the depths of her ancient soul I see a mirror that reflects me in a way I have never known. 

I think about how Muhammad (pbuh) loved Ali. This love was more than we could understand. In an empty world, they held each others intellect, in the age of ignorance they comprehended one another, in a world plagued by disbelief they believed in one another. Ali saw the light of Muhammad and his message in a world that mocked it. Their friendship was something else, it didnt just hold friendship. It held more, they were the living proof of Gods mercy and divinity, they saw the light of God beaming in each other. That. That is what makes the love of this friendship more beautiful than any other normal friendship. God cannot be captured but his essence is reflected in those closest to him. Ali and Muhammad pbut were the closest to God and therefore reflected his essence the most. The friendship was also in a way adoration of their creator. 

For me. What makes my friendship with her so endearing is not just the fact that she comprehends and understands me, not just that she gives me my worth in a world that fails to percieve it, or the way she speaks the silent messages in my mind, no. Its, its how she radiates through her closeness to God, his essence. The love of her God and the ahlulbayt beams out of her like sun beams and when I wish to taste the love of God and the Ahulbayt, the closest thing I have is her. She radiates with the love of them.

I memorize her phases the way an astronomer memorizes the moon. The moon reflects the light of the sun, this moon that I call my friend, she reflects on to me the light of God. She has her phases. She goes through every stage, wanes, waxes all of them except eclipse. At New Moon, she hides away from the world to connect privately with God. I imagine she is most vibrant then, when the world isnt looking. At waning and waxing she is half reflecting the light of God to the world, half hiding it like a secret between herself and him. At Full, she is making the worlds oceans roar and filling the planet in the state of awe, reflecting so abundantly the light of God. I love my moon in all its phases. Similiar to the moon, she is a beauty no art form could ever justly capture. However, unlike the moon she is the moon that never eclipses, too generous to cover the world from the light of our creator and too in love with her creator to let the world prevent her from seeing her most beloved. 

Perhaps, its unfair for me to compare her to the moon, when in the heavens the angels compare her light to the stars. 

 

She often tells me, "Ramla, you are so one in 7 billion." And I cant help but think to myself, "you are so once in creation."

[godzexperiment]

*finger guns in oh this is tragic thoughts regarding nix* ~this one is not light in the slightest/pretty fucked up and heavy~

(mostly his like non watered down/main background but sure trickles in other verses etc)

-okay but the weight? of how he has to listen, even if he is actively tuning it out... it'll still tuck away into his brain and him being able to understand his maker's disjointed rants/rambles just means absorbing it all endlessly even if there is no intent for him to soak it up.

-which also the way it affects him for the rest of forever (here is your purpose, you never asked for and will affect you hearby for the rest of forever) remembering cruel words, kind words those last sounds of dying breathes stick forever or the laughter of somebody who can't stand him *the voice of his maker, spoken words of an long gone being*

-imagine your sole purpose being to listen to the entity who created all of creation; constantly critique it and grumble about your siblings yet it makes you so quick to defend even at the cost of your own being+possible erasure out of existence

-the way he was created to be pretty unfeeling more or less; only to be so emotional? especially when his maker has weaponized/tested emotional things on him? 'what would it be like to give an angel intense heartbreak' -nix in agony clawing at the floor just kind of like we didn't need to test this theory this way- so very caring in contrast to his maker's growing apathy

-watch me punish the humans, my angels for mild annoyances and nix just like :( watch me get my ripped out heart handed to me for suggesting maybe we don't go damaging creation in That Way for such minor nothing little things

-getting sent down to handle the "antichrist" mainly as another morbid lesson/an 'well i cant destroy you or i'd be down an punching bag+obligated listener so i'll break your soul another way' and nix just so rebellious hearted but being given the space to fail or succeed (maybe he manages- but then comes the death of some nature and god just yanking him back+erasing it all only leaving pieces of the suffering behind)

-knowing the darker aspects/side, the Wrath and far less of the nature his siblings associate with their maker yet not resenting any of them for it. as he sure knows they've got other issues like having to carry out their orders. go through horrors sometimes entirely avoidable. so it's not like anybody is thriving; just so much hurt and dragging out an abandonment inevitable.

-the way he is like 'yeah no what really haunts me is his apathy; that I might have soaked that and all the other horrors right up' because he sees so much beauty in everything (is it evil to see so much beauty in mortals sustaining the earth when they're gone or not blink at death sometimes etc)

-seeing so much beauty, so much love only for so much horror+damage to exist inside him and still be possible (new pains in actual heartbreak, in possible rejection by siblings or them fighting- in not being mind wiped after loving somebody only to lose their inevitable mortal soul) how wounds on Earth, hurt different than wounds in Heaven etc

-and if gets tossed the 'here creation is yours to look after' the labor of such an weight on him? the way it very much would feel like an punishment some parting 'okay so you care so much- meddle as you wish' *doesnt send him to earth either just thoughtlessly or to put lemon juice in the cut*

how of course nix would willingly do so/promise to regardless (even though he is very much not suited for the task+believes strongly in letting people make their own dumb choices etc so it's all so odd and draining is so many ways)

-perpetually exhausted, forever haunted and scarred in every meaning of the word seeming to collect even more babey boy who could desperately use love+kindness and being cared about would 100% sob hysterically if anybody were to go 'its not all on you' in especially the direct way

[tequila-clifford]

If someone could come console me, after seeing that picture of Michael and yeeting my phone across my bedroom, that'd be neat.

[iluvshinytwink]

Dream Boy - Jude Bellingham

"I'm addicted to your love, that's the issue."

Synopsis: In which you realize the beauty behind Jude's smile.

Now Playing . . . Dream Girl by Strawberry Guy

a/n: his smile is so cute i cant anymore.

There was nothing scientifically brighter than the sun. The sun provided life to every living being on Earth, every living plant, every animal, and every human that walked on the grasses of the Earth.

But to you, you believed that the sun had competition. The sun was bright, indeed, but nothing would be brighter than Jude's smile.

In your eyes, Jude's smile wasn't pretty, it was the prettiest. The sun was dull compared to his smile. The artificial lights would shatter compared to his.

The first time you realized the beauty of a simple smile was during one of many conversations.

Jude was talking about his humourous day at training, smiling from ear to ear as he laid down every bit of detail. Your chin rested on your hand as you smiled at your lovely boyfriend.

Jude couldn't help but laugh between sentences, earning small giggles from you.

Jude's smile radiated aglow. The way his eyes would seemingly disappear due to the brightness of his smile. The way his pearly white teeth would show when he was talking. The way his laughter echoed throughout your ears. Your heart skipped a beat, multiple beats.

Minutes pass into Jude's story and he realizes that you haven't spoken or given any funny comments about his story. Worried and confused Jude looks over to you. Your eyes looked like it physically softened at his gaze, a downward smile on your face with a tint of pink dusting below your eyelids.

Jude feels a tinge of pink coloring his cheeks, his eyes blinking at you.

"You look so cute." Jude whispered with his deathly handsome smile. You blinked yourself back to consciousness, your heart sending a shock wave throughout your body.

Another moment that made you truly appreciate the beauty behind his smile was early in the morning.

Jude, in the morning was obviously still sleepy and tired but he started every morning with a smile, a smile that was caused by none other than you.

Mornings started off with you getting out of bed as Jude groans incoherently, telling you to come back to the warm white sheets.

And mornings continued with you eventually at his chest, arms wrapped around you tightly so you could never escape his warm touch.

"Baby, I need to pee." You mumbled, cheek resting on his bare chest. "Keep it in." Jude chuckles. Your head moves, eyes looking for Jude's face.

Jude's eyes stayed closed but a warm, cheeky smile appeared on his face. You couldn't help but chuckle.

Jude's smile especially during early mornings is what fueled your day. A warm, soft, and loving smile was displayed before you and you couldn't help but love him even more.

Jude was kissed by Aphrodite herself. Jude was blessed by the brightest star in the sky. A fallen star from the many stars above, sent to Earth to show how beautiful one can be. Jude was gifted a beautiful smile by the gods above. A boy sculpted to make people feel loved and warm. A boy written to make people love the simple things, like a simple smile.

The sun was the reason that everyone stayed alive, Jude was your sun.

HAVE U GUYS HEARD TYLER THE CREATORS NEW SONGS BROROROOOO THE GORILLA GRIP DOGTOOTH ALR HAS ON ME 🤯🤯

[asherheed]

a love like religion

⚘ ‹ featuring › gojo satoru x fem!reader

⚘ ‹ warnings › smut (minors dni), a bit of blasphemy, religious elements used as metaphors during sexual intercourse, angst without there actually being angst, body worship

⚘ ‹ note › not proofread. idk why but i really wanted to write something like this. if this is not ur cup of tea then dni ty !

Gojo would never consider himself a man of faith. After all, as the wielder of the six eyes and having considered himself the honored one, the mere idea of a god seemed more of an entity humans created just so they could hold onto something when hope is lost. He has seen the practices of different religions and has witnessed the inconsistencies of their believers firsthand, thus he refuses to acknowledge whatever preaching he's heard.

Why should he listen when he is nearest to a god walking amongst people on earth?

No, Gojo was not a man of faith. He would never choose to be; but something about the way your thighs tremble as he plunges his fingers into you, and the way your back arches, clutching his silky hair as he tastes the wetness dripping inside you has him considering the possibility.

He watches, almost in rapture, as your breasts bounce with each thrust. The sound of your wet slit being opened up by him makes him feel like he's having a revelation. With your eyes squeezed shut, nipples hard and aching, possession courses through his veins at the realization that only he could make you feel like this.

"Look at me," Gojo orders, watching your face with intent. He stills his fingers and you whine, clawing at his scalp frantically, wondering why, why, why did he stop.

You open your eyes and your heart skips at the image in front of you: Gojo on his knees, the tip of his cock dripping with precum, his mouth agape like he's never seen someone so fucking heavenly, and so, so his.

The blush that spreads across your cheeks almost makes you look away from Gojo's piercing gaze, but you stop when he curls his fingers, hitting that soft spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch with pleasure, your eyes widening at the sensation.

"You're beautiful," Gojo whispers, voice rough, still looking at you from below. He drops his chin and scissors your opening further, watching as a line of your wetness drips out of your pussy, staining the mattress. "And so wet for me," he groans and adds a finger. You bite your lip at the stretch, moaning at how his fingers continue to make you feel good, but god, it wasn't enough.

"'Toru, please," you sob, clutching the sheets, "I need you now." You cant your hips, wanting him to go deeper—to fill you up until all you could feel was him. Until your pussy memorizes the outline of his cock inside you. Until nothing else can compare to how he makes you feel otherworldly.

He smiles against your thigh like a man who's been granted the greatest of blessings. Pulling out his fingers, you watch as his tongue licks every crevice between his knuckles.

The intoxicated look on his face drives you to lean down and slot your mouth against his. You taste yourself on his tongue, accepting the sensation like it's communion, and heat pools between your legs as Gojo pushes you back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he pushes his cock inside you.

Your eyes roll back as your walls swallow him up, and you feel yourself clench at the stretch, thinking your prayers have finally been answered.

In offering, you part your legs further, and Gojo's head spins.

He thrusts into you to the beat of your own heart. You hear it race as he fucks you like he's atoning for all of his shortcomings, for his lack of faith, for the mistakes he's made, and for the arrogance he's festered. He maps your body with his fingers, rubbing your clit as you writhe and twist underneath him, and he watches your face with reverence.

The heat of your pussy and the smell of your skin consumes Gojo's thoughts, and slowly, he loses himself to the feeling of salvation as your thighs begin to tremble, your body growing tense beneath his.

Gojo grits his teeth, pulling himself together, worshipping your skin like a man who has nothing else to lose. His reverence turns into desperation as your nails bite his shoulders, leaving marks in their wake as your orgasm crashes over you.

"Satoru— Satoru." You utter his name like a prayer as you ride out your release, moaning as you clench around his cock, seeing stars. Gojo groans as you squeeze him in pulses, thrusting him into you with abandon.

He finds serenity in your expression and devotes himself to the religion that is fucking you. Before he knows it, he's already falling apart, blinded by nothing but white, and kissing you until he's no longer burdened by his sins.