#i feel so NOSTALGIC!!!!!!!!!!!

[deanofsam]

reading thorki fic for the first time (always wanted to secretly in my heart but had a mental block until now #thankswincest) and a lot of them were written 2011/2012 and it . makes me ache for old mcu … i miss you tony stark…. clint in the vents …. all the avengers living in stark towers … no endgame…. no age of ultron even…. oughhhh

[artist-rat]

when the earth is in blossom and the ryebird sings / when the trees are full of leaves and the winter sleeps / when it's Midyear and its endless golden fields

skyrim ocs Reino (mine) & Ruis (@artharakka)

[heynhay]

i don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me

[dovewingkinnie]

ill give you just a morsel of fnaf 2015 fnaf aesthetic i miss you.. can we bring it back

[captainbee66]

I miss the era of the internet where everyone had an evil alter ego/character that would show up on their channel, just to be silly, that eventually got a lot of lore from the fandom for no reason. It was a simpler time.

[polysucks]

today’s warm up doodle was show sansa and arya in 2004 bc I was feeling nostalgic with special guest appearance from bedroom picture I found on pinterest (rickon and bran have the ds)

[alpacacare-archive]

he dont bite

[yutaan]

Papercraft Tohru - and Yuki, and Kyo! And some little fruit details, because, after all... Fruits Basket! 🍎

I got pretty emotional making this one! Fruits Basket had a huge, profound effect on me in my teens, and I often curled up with it for comfort and a sense of companionship during hard times. Now as an adult, it's been a while since I've read the whole series through, but I pick up random volumes fairly often and skim through them to get that familiar rush of warmth. It's still such a lovely series!

[viiennie]

Truthfully, Gojo loves being the little spoon. He loves to be held against your chest, his hand tucked underneath your chin and his nose buried into your collarbone. He also loves when he gets to interwine his legs with yours, his large hands comfortably wrapped around your waist while he does nothing else but breathe in the smell of you.

You love when you're the big spoon too. When your arms are cradling his head, your fingers entangled between his white strands, your thumb drawing circles soothingly on his scalp, you feel a warmth in your chest. You love when he's breathing steadily, the ticklish feeling of his breath on your skin sending goosebumps up and down your spine.

Most nights, you often end up being the last to fall asleep because you're too busy relishing your sweet husband.

But this night in particular, you were too busy being thankful for him. For the joy he has brought into your life, for all the moments he made possible, for all the smiles and the tears, and for being with you and loving you the way no one else could out of 8 billion people in the world.

You think back to before you met him. To the time when you whole heartedly believed you were meant to go through life alone—To when you shouldered the burden of yourself and the world's on your weak shoulders.

You were fine with it. You were fine with coming home to an empty house, you were fine with turning all the lights on yourself, cooking dinner as you tried to blink the tiredness away, and eating alone in a table with an empty seat across you. You never longed for someone to do all those things for you, because you were always taught to rely on yourself. You were always taught that time stopped for no one— that everyone had their own lives just like you.

Then came Satoru Gojo, who defied all your principles.

He wrecked his way into your life, saw how your shoulders subtly quivered under the pressure of becoming someone and lifted that burden with you as he held your hand in his.

Before you knew it, you were returning to a home with the lights already lit up and homecooked dinner sitting on the table. Before you knew it, you were coming home to him wearing a silly apron, welcoming you back with the warmest smile.

For you, Satoru Gojo stopped time. For you, he would defy fate, and fight the Gods above. For you, he would go through the depts of hell and back. And he would do anything and everyhing to let you know that, yes, people had their own lives, but you were his.

"You're my entire life, you know that right?" You remember him saying with unblinking eyes.

In that moment, he broke down all the walls built around your heart, his soul touching yours as you finally realized that you wouldn't have to be alone anymore— that the burden on your shoulders didn't have to be so heavy and that time didn't have to be such a cruel thing in your eyes.

You hadn't noticed your tears dripping onto your husbands skin and onto the sheets until he shifts up to look at you, wiping the tears uncontrollably dripping down your chin. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks with a soft voice, with those same eyes you know you'll always carry with you in your memories.

"I'm just.." You pause, feeling naked and vulnerable in that moment, "I'm just so grateful for you."

He says nothing else further, only smiling softly before he's peppering kisses all over your face. He leaves no space untouched, his lips trailing across your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your chin, until finally, your lips.

"I'm so grateful for you too, sweets. More than words could ever describe."

[xieliancore]

percabeth doodle bc i just finished the house of hades!

[commsroom]

you're remembering this wrong. (by @hehearse)

[phil-isms]

we were put, two little boys from reading and rawtenstall, and then we met via the internet and created this thing called dan and phil

[blamemma]

thank you daniel (2011-2024) - no regrets, only memories.

to say goodbye to daniel within f1 still feels wrong. it will never be an easy pill to swallow. it is one dream unfulfilled, but a multitude of many other dreams achieved. i feared i would look back at the memories of daniel and feel that they would forever be tainted moving forward, but to remember all the joy, is to realise every moment was worth it. to look at these pictures, any pictures, of daniel, puts a lump in my throat, but also makes me want to smile from ear to ear. it was a pleasure to tune in every race weekend since the middle of 2021, and feel the nerves and the anxiety and the excitement that were probably only a fraction of what he felt. i'll forever wish he, we, had more. but each and every moment we did get was wonderful. and i cherish each and every one of them, as i'm sure he does. he deserved more. he deserved a proper goodybe. he deserved everything. but it's okay it wasn't that way. everything he had was beautiful. to whatever's next 🥂

[l4tchk3y]

Welcome interruption during training. You know... because the waterfall meditation thing...

[theglowingeyeballz]

I miss listening to this funny man for the first time

[somecoolpigeon]

Happy season 4 announcement 💕💕

I drew Ciel a bunch cause I've actually never drawn him before lol