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[briankang]

A Day in the Life of Bang Chan 💫

Happy 27th Birthday, Chan! 💕 Thank you for always being the most shining star in the galaxy ✨

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[anlian-aishang]

Levi with an (Episodically) Depressed S/O

Tags: levi x reader, angst, hurt-comfort, gn!reader Word count: 900

Levi invites you to shower with him, making the obstacle less daunting and much more attractive. In his black robe, leaning on your bedroom door, two towels slung over his arm indicate the knowledge that you will say yes and accompany him. The way that he looks, the low plea in his voice, how could you say no? 

It would be more accurate to say that he was bathing you, but he does not phrase it that way. Instead, he is humble, letting his actions speak louder than words. He does not tell you that he will shampoo your matted hair, does not flaunt how deliberately he exfoliates your limbs, he just does them for you. Some days, even just tipping the bottle or pumping some soap into your hand can seem mountainous. On those days, he sees those activities not as tasks, but as privileges. It is his honor to be the one looking after you in your most dire time. He would always prefer someone to take care of rather than someone to miss. 

Showering together not only ensures that you stay clean, but his company prevents you from those timeless sessions sat on the tile floor. At the moment you look refreshed but before you become sleepy, he jerks the handle to the left and halts the devastatingly relaxing rain. 

Always, your clean clothes are already folded atop the bathroom counter, waiting for you. Some times, you fail to remember that you did not put them there. Other times, you notice the sign of his relentless consideration, but are artificially silenced from expressing your gratitude. No matter in his mind. You are clean, clothed, and out of bed, and that’s already better than you were before. 

Without one complaint, Levi scoops your dampened towel and old clothes from the wet bathroom floor and drops them in the hamper for you. He has seen the piles that can amass, and if it were anyone else in any other circumstance, the clean freak would be quick to chastise, but any sight or thought of you disintegrates any instinct to discipline. You are sat in the living room, admiring the ivy that swirls around the balcony’s posts, thumbing the petals of the bouquet vased on the coffee table. White-gold rays move just a tad west to cast your figure in therapeutic light. You’re too tired to move away from the sun, and for once, Levi finds your fatigue favorable. As the morning temperature rises, he can see that your resting smile does as well. 

While you are entranced with the scenes of summer, Levi swiftly searches for and alleviates the areas you have left neglected. He dumps your sock drawer upside down and mends the pairs that you have discarded as singles. In your closet, he finds the clean pile and dirty pile and either folds it or washes it accordingly. Under your bed, on your nightstand, in your bedside drawer, he discovers the dirty dishes that have been missing the sink and returns them to their proper place. 

Between those tasks, he rolls his shoulders back or rubs the side of his neck and allows himself to sigh. It is difficult - not to bandage these tiny wounds - but to see the harsh bruises left by the illness. Sure, you were forgetful, and not quite as tidy as he was, but still - the mounds of laundry, hidden dirty dishes - this wasn’t like you. Levi lives for your joy - not the superficial smile, your peace - not the misleading silence. He lives for you - in sickness and in health. The times you forget your worth, that is when he whispers it in your ear. When the world is overwhelming you, he lets his touch communicate it. 

Once your space is in order, he can start to work on getting you to leave it. Rather than annoying reminders or obligations, he mindfully manipulates the steps of treatment into desirable invitations. Rather than Do you want to… or Would you like to…, his proposals are statements, taking the responsibility out of your hands. Concerts in the park this afternoon. Let’s go to the farmers market. Apple orchard just opened.

Or even less far away. 

Plants look thirsty, water them with me? Rain just cleared, read on the porch with me? Full moon tonight, stargaze with me?

To you, with me frames the activities, frames your presence as favors for him, and even in your lowest state, you are always keen to help him with anything. To Levi, it is no framing, your relationship is the greatest gift that fate has bestowed on him, and he treats you as such. It is in his selfless actions and his careful words, but it is more than that, traits you can’t quite categorize. The near flat, subtle smile you wake up to in the morning. The tight yet painless combs through your hair that leave you feeling divine. The low, calming timbre of his voice, decorated with a tender tone that he reserves for you. 

Even before the haze you’re in now, you’ve never been able to label those qualities of his, and instead settled: it’s just who he is. 

Like the sentiment that motivates his care: it’s what you deserve. 

// masterlist //

[laniidae-passerine]

I made my post about Dean Highbottom and then as I was writing my tags realised that his Hunger Games counterpart is Haymitch. and now my head is in my hands and I don’t think I’ll ever recover

[transfem-kirito-truther]

Important message from Kiri!!!

what do you mean its not wednesday

You have no idea how badly I needed these thank you so much

[natjennie]

"I think I have some beef jerky in my room?" the tiny in character lines that are so fucking teenager kill me every time. the minuscule details that paint such vivid pictures of who these kids are. of course gorgug keeps a package of beef jerky in his bedroom. of course he would offer it to his friends when the food at the festival makes them uncomfortable. of course he would.

[wurmwizzard]

lots of experimenting lately, and im returning once again to my number one medium: Shitty Walgreens Ballpoint Pens

[coolerspirithalloween]

"Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate." 🕘 "Abandon hope, all ye who enters here."🕒

A stimboard requested by anon for Dante, from the game Limbus Company.

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Anything unsourced is from official Limbus company promotional material.

[teddybeartoji]

i love you all soooooso much i hope you know that:((((

[takami-takami]

I hate songs that have lyrics that suck on the surface but go so fucking hard when put to a melody. Like I'm doing my lyrics screenshots for some of what I listened to today and I wanna put Sacrifice by London After Midnight on there but the lyrics are so lame without that gorgeous Keyboard playing in the background.

[roychewtoy]

still can't believe there was people who were disappointed that nope didn't end up being a little green men descend from a ufo type movie. the feeling of going from: oj saying "it doesn't move like a ship. what if its not a ship?" -> star lasso experience -> 😶digestion scene..... -> BLOOD RAIN!!! when the distorted version of sunglasses at night rolls to a stop and its right above oj and it hard cuts to him and his horse and he realises...and just whips his head down... Chills. all the pieces falling into place BAM jean jacket reveal. like i was already enjoying the fuck outta it but i remember watchin it in the cinema and feeling the stamp of approval smashing down in my brain when you realise it's a creature not a ship ohhhggouuuuggghhhhhhddddd

[fourswords]

headcanons are so fun because i can connect everything related to the four sword back to the hero of the minish and absolutely nobody can stop me. the reason the sword splits the heroes that come after him instead of just making translucent copies like it did in his game is because he was a little kid during the events of the game (potentially even younger than oot link because it was a whole PLOT POINT that only good CHILDREN can see the minish. that's why they sent LINK in the first place) and he had to do everything by himself (ezlo can't fight. obviously) and it isn't too far of a stretch to assume that he might've wished that he had somebody to help him on his journey. and the four sword responded. it couldn't help him (as powerful as it is, it was still newly forged at the time), but it could help all those who came after him.

and then let's keep on this tangent about echoes of the hero of the minish in the power of the four sword and throw in the fact that his grandfather was a smith and he was learning to be one, too. fire, in their case, was an aid. they couldn't forge without it! so of course the hero of the minish would view it as something positive, even when fire itself is stereotypically viewed as destructive and something to be feared and is usually attributed to people with brash or abrasive personalities. you know what he probably wouldn't like as much? water, even though it's ALSO used in a forge (quenching). when you're as small as a minish, raindrops hit you like boulders and hurt like hell. even though water is stereotypically viewed as the element of tranquility and deep emotion and whatnot.

and then you open up the four swords manga and who's the fire guy? red! the crybaby with the sweet and happy (and mischievous) demeanor! who's the water guy? blue! the overconfident loudmouth who'll fight anyone at the drop of a hat (and wields a damn hammer)! and obviously, this isn't all either of them are—the entire point of the manga is that they're all distinct, separate characters with complex personalities. the hero of light has nothing at all to do with the hero of the minish except for the sword he wields and one of the enemies he fights. but thinking about the initial split of the four sword being a result of an echo of the first hero who wielded it (as the four sword, since only one hero—the hero of men—technically wielded the picori blade) associating fire with warmth & happiness & home and water with Getting The Shit Beaten Out Of Him is fun and hilarious in equal measure. there's cases to be made for green (wind element) and vio (earth element) too of course but then this post would get too long.

ultimately i just like the idea of one hero saying an indirect "hello" to the next one across generations. the hero of men says hello to the hero of the minish with every minish village he visits and every moment he carries what once was the picori blade. the hero of the minish says hello to the four-who-are-one and the hero of the light when the four sword splits them into four. and sometimes saying hello means the sword you left behind splits up the wielder's soul based on the associations YOU had with the elements. y'know?

[a-sketchy]

hamuko, ms. toriumi, and ms. ounishi standing up for saori after she makes that announcement is genuinely the best moment in persona for me

[vulpinesaint]

forever so baffled by sects of christianity that don't venerate the virgin mary. don't you see how special she was for taking on that task... don't you see the beauty and tragedy of motherhood... don't you know she loves you like she loved her son... don't you hold her in your heart like a mother too...

[dunmesh]

THIS EPISODEEEEEEEEE

[heymacy]

Hi my love, yes I need to talk to someone about that first kiss in the van and I see you're awake before 7am and losing it over that scene, so here I am. Listen. Mickey decided to be brave. Because he wanted to keep that dorky rotc boy all to himself. So he kissed him. For the first time! His first time kissing him! His first time kissing a boy! Maybe his first time kissing anyone?? Omg. Do you think he planned it, or do you think it was spontaneous? Do you think maybe he was like "I'll feel it out when we get there" or did he have a game plan and know exactly how he was going to have the others distracted so he could do it? Holy shit imagine the butterflies in his stomach? How weak in the knees he must've felt? But he did it! It must have felt so good! And so scary! And then Ian makes the softest, happiest face! Because he caught him by surprise! I need to lie down!

the way i literally had your blog pulled up about to message you something along the lines of "thanks for the OG van kiss brain rot at 7am" BUT HERE YOU ARE comin' at me with EVEN MORE FEELS this fine saturday morning!!

mickey is the bravest boy in the world. he's so courageous in so many ways but in this moment? their first kiss? HIS first kiss?? BEYOND brave 🥺 that's my personal headcanon, that this was his first kiss with anyone. and it makes me fucking sob bc what better first kiss to have than one with someone you're head over fucking heels for?? even if it ends in chaos?? i don't think he ever trusted anyone the way he trusts ian, the way he feels so safe with him in a way that's new and unfamiliar and terrifying and invigorating. it's unlikely, in my mind, that he would ever trust anyone else with anything so intimate and personal. maybe not as he aged, but definitely in this moment.

i think he planned it in the same way someone "plans" for a fight. you know you'll be there, you know they'll be there, and you know what's about to go down but you have no way of knowing exactly what's going to happen. because maybe they'll surprise you. or even better, maybe you'll surprise yourself. and i think that's what he did! surprised himself! because i know he woke up that morning realizing he may have a chance to prove ian wrong - that he isn't afraid to kiss him - and decided to take it if the opportunity presented itself. i don't think he knew the logistics of it. i think he just knew that it was something he needed to do, something he wanted to do, and the next time he saw a chance, he'd take it. and he saw his chance!! and he took it!! and it was beautiful and wonderful and life-changing and earth-tilting and reality-shifting and all the incredible things 😭

and ian's little face? his soft little smile? the way his brain is fully offline in that moment just sparking back to life and realizing that yeah, YEAH, that just fucking happened?!? can you IMAGINE the butterflies both of them felt? i'm imagining it and getting butterflies myself in that nostalgic puppy love kind of way 🥹

thank you. thank you for the brain rot. give me 32 hours and i'll be by your side, on the floor, face in the carpet, wailing. because that's exactly how bonkers these two little fools make me. make US. good lord. i am simply overcome 😭

[teddybeartoji]

you write so poetically mickey darling.

SAGEEEEEEEEYOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY ACTUALLY JK I'M ALREADY DOING IT TOO LATE TO BACK OUT NOWW I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU:(((((((((( you saying this is literally like the best compliment ever holy fuck i love you and your sexy brain i hope you never leave me:33333333333