#i need to see them reunite

[thewisestdino]

One word from you and I would Jump off of this Ledge I'm on Baby

Tell me "don't" So I can Crawl back in

first love/late spring - Mitski

[bisexualmultifandommess]

I like acting so my favourite thing to look at when watching a live action show or movie is the micro expressions, subtle changes or just expression changes overall to see how other actors can portray them and I love this scene so much.

Shanks is so fond of Luffy no doubt and he’s looking forward to seeing him one day become a great pirate but it’s clear he’s also so upset that he has to leave him too even if he knows it’s the right thing to do and that he can’t stay or take him with him because he’s a kid. In this scene he smiles a lot at Luffy but that little shift in his expression to what’s shown in the screenshot here when Luffy starts to visibly cry is so sad but good! It hurts him to see a kid he probably sees as a son looking so upset that his face falls a little but then he goes back to smiling again to cheer Luffy up!

I love their relationship so much honestly any form of media where there’s a mentor that’s like father to the main character is my favourite thing!

[softquietsteadylove]

can i ask for a reunion fic please? with tears and hugs and kisses and can't stop touching each other 🥺 i can never get tired of those (especially the ones written by you) and because their reunion on screen can't come soon enough :<

Earth is a distant little marble from the window of the Domo. They're headed back there from the World Forge, all members of their family in tow, safe and...relatively unharmed. Himself included.

Since coming back online, memories and all, the others have been...cautious. They were gentle, at first, slowly feeling out how strong the memories were, what was still fresh from their last lives lived and what might be pushing a little too hard too soon.

Gil sighs. He can hear them in the control room--joyous reunions still going, fading into soft words left unsaid from their past lives. They took extra care with him--he was the last 'death' they had really experienced, so he supposes he understands it.

But he wants to see Thena.

He knows she's here. He can feel her Cosmic Energy calling out to his. His heart - even restarted twice, now - knows hers is close, aching to beat to the same rhythm.

This is exactly the kind of thing she always said made him a sappy romantic.

She would call him that in their home, back in Australia. He remembers--he remembers waking up with her hair pooled around her shoulders beside him. Soft mornings with eggs frying in a pan and her, looking at him to express everything she can't put into words. Evenings under the stars in a hammock, just them and the galaxy they were calling home at the time.

He wants to go home.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He didn't hear her walk in, because of course he didn't. He smiles and looks to his left, seeing her there just like he did more than 7000 years ago, now. That sunshine coloured hair and eyes like oceans he remembers but has never seen. But he doesn't need to see them with her here--they won't compare, so why bother?

She gives up on light chatter, which wouldn't be very like her anyway. She looks at him, questions upon questions in those eyes of hers. But he can see warmth washing over her, like mist over a river in the morning. Her shoulder brushes against his next to it, "how do you feel?"

Gil turns to face her more properly. She's wearing clothes he doesn't recognise, but they're nice. Everything is nice on her. "I guess it's a lot to take in. I feel good, though."

Her eyes run over him, and he's sure she can see things in her head that he doesn't want to be able to. But he also does, because he's never been one to let her bear her pain alone. "Good."

That's enough small talk.

Gil reaches out, pulling her in and kissing her. And there it is--that comfort he has been aching for since opening these eyes. The cold of the domed metal walls seeps away. His arm wraps around her, and her hands run over him, finding a home with her palms on his chest.

There are their hearts, falling into the same rhythm.

Thena pulls away, intent on asking him things. But he keeps kissing her, no matter how small, no matter how light. "Gil."

"Sh," he whispers, his lips chasing hers and clinging on when they meet. "I'm trying to kiss my wife."

Her lips bend against his and he finally pulls back just to see that smile. The planet and the stars and the whole galaxy just outside have nothing on this sight in front of him. "You remember getting married?"

"Every time," he whispers, their heads circling each other as they lean and tilt, lips meeting clumsily and eagerly and tentatively. Their teeth click together as their smiles grow and he moves the tip of his nose against hers. "We're due for another, I think."

"I think we're owed it," Thena says softly before one last kiss. He can tell her questions won't wait and lets her lean back that agonising distance, however small. "Gil."

"Thena," he whispers, and the name rings in his head like a vow.

Every time he has awakened, he has had a few things in his head.

He is Gilgamesh. He is the Strongest Eternal. He was chosen by Arishem to be an Eternal assigned to Earth.

And Thena--just Thena. She's there, somehow already in his mind, and more importantly in his heart. Her name is like a concept he can already feel, like life, or love, or fear, or joy.

"There is," she pauses, and he knows she's trying to get the words out. But there's so much, and that's not even just things he as to be told about when he was 'away'.

He holds her cheeks in his hands, gentle and soft with her. As he always was, and always is, and always will be. "Take your time."

She shakes her head, and he saddens as she buries her face in his chest. She only does that when she needs him, and she only needs him when she isn't strong enough to face whatever is happening by herself. And there is very little his Thena can't handle on her own.

"I'm scared to."

He can't even imagine it. He never could imagine what it would be like to lose Thena in his time on Earth. It was something he could intellectualise but not fully grasp. Because it was far, far too painful for him to try and imagine on any real level.

He would rather die. And then he did.

Gil runs his hand over her hair as she shakes in his arms. He's not lying down, but he remembers distinctly how she had held him on the floor of the jungle, his last breaths leaving him and his skin becoming etched with the lines of his energy signature.

But he had no regrets about dying, back then. Because he could see Thena there, smiling at him, holding his hand, even if there were tears in her eyes. But she was alive, and he had meant it when he said: "I'd do it again. On any planet."

Thena pinches his arm, as if he's teasing her lightly. But he still means those words, although he guesses they have somewhat of a different meaning for her, now. "No more planets."

Gil sighs, moving his arms from around her back to sit on her hips. He tilts his head at the soft cardigan she's wearing, and the tight skirt that just kisses below her knees.

Thena tilts her head at him, already sensing that she's lost him to her wardrobe, "Gilgamesh."

"I like it," he volunteers eagerly, his thumb pushing up hem of the sweater and under it to brush against her bare skin. He leans in for another kiss. "This new?"

"I suppose," she murmurs, although she doesn't stop him from kissing her again, and again.

"Wedding dress number...whatever--what do you say?" he smiles against her cheek, nestling himself in against her locks of hair as he holds her closer.

Thena sighs blissfully, letting him express enough affection for the both of them--to get started, at least. She leans her head back to let him kiss from her cheek to her earrings. "I think I'd rather just go home."

Home. Australia--just him and Thena. That's where he belongs. "Sounds good to me."

[goldenjuniper]

they’re gaming (zagreus is losing)

[lesbicosmos]

the fact niko would have died if she'd never met crystal edwin and charles

without them, she'd have been ripped apart by the sprites, would have died lonely, the only person who truly cared about her on the other side of the planet

she may have still died later on but she died knowing she had friends who loved her, sacrificing herself for the person who saved her while trying to rescue the boy who'd become her best friend. she died not so lonely anymore.

if i think about her for too long i start crying

[beanghostprincess]

this is my roman empire.

[sholmeser]

ary scheffer / justus knetch / snake & ocelot

[gh0st-patr0l]

I will say though that confrontation between Mark and Kyle was phenomenal... the yelling the acting as they shoved each other the way it escalated. The way Kyle was on the ground for a second Shocked that Mark wld actually throw him down like that. MWAH MWAH it hurt my ass so bad.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

My hot take is that marcanne has as much potential for toxic yuri as any other calamity trio ship and it's not nearly as soft and fluffy as one may think

[ruvviks]

Mikhail and Vitali were inseparable; when they weren’t studying or getting into fights, they would hang out at Mikhail’s place to smoke and get drunk on cheap rum and vodka, to then pass out in each other’s arms and sleep most of the next day away. They promised each other— no matter what would happen— they would never leave each other’s side. Yet after starting university and college respectively, they did not see each other for a little over six years, leaving them both heartbroken and wondering what went wrong.

by lucas expedidor // catch me if you can; eden // clementine von radics, from 'courtney love prays to oregon' // sam sax, cruising: a broken tiara // 'ceramic home' by heavensghost; quote from john murillo // 'something's changed' by laiikastears // i don't want to watch the world end with someone else; clinton kane // fortesa latifi, from 'the truth about grief' // audre lorde, the evening news // frank o'hara, biotherm (for bill berkson) // heading home; ruben // 'preface to a dream' by alessandra casini // tokyo; caroline kole // langston hughes, poem // haruki murakami, norwegian wood // julie buntin, marlena // by lute // by aleksandr popov // anyway; noah kahan // christa wolf, cassandra: a novel and four essays

[laceratedlamiaceae]

Oluwande with Jim | Oluwande without Jim

[carbonateds-oda]

dazai: yeah we were making cookies the other other day-

kunikida: im sorry, WE?

dazai giggling his ass off: awww cmon I tried to help and you wouldn’t let me

kunikida: well that was because you immediately started spilling the flour everywhere!

dazai: hey i wasn’t that bad, I added the chocolate chips without dropping any!

kunikida through laughter: yes that’s right you did do a great job pouring chips onto a bowl, forgive me

dazai: yeah I practically did all the work

kunikida, fondly: you’re so full of shit

dazai: you love it though~

the rest of the ada staring at the interaction: …can y’all get a fucking room please

[perrybearwaks]

Nine, having been so badly mistreated his whole life, having absolutely no one there for him, left unable to trust anyone believing everyone would only ever be out to hurt him... finally receiving unconditional love and kindness after a lifetime of knowing absolutely nothing of the sort, now having a big bro there for him who was so patient with him knowing how complicated everything was, who despite everything never gave up on him and never stopped being there for him… Nine realizing and finally able to fully trust now that he always did and always will have a friend in Sonic... knowing he's not alone anymore and that he finally does have one person he can trust who genuinely does and will always care for him... I cry it’s so good

[auriannaventiwithcaramel]

so i've finally watched yellowjacket

[dirtytransmasc]

I hope we get a scene of Alicent with Aegon's body. If her son is damned to die, if she is damned to spiral into insanity, if she is to lose her life too the grief, let me see her with his body.

let her hold her baby in her arms one more time. let her wipe the blood that poured from his mouth and nose as he died. let her run her fingers over the viscous burns that adorn his skin. let her fix his hair. let her bathe him with a cloth as she had when he was a babe. let her kiss his cheek, his forehead, his hair, his hands. let her lay her head against him, hugging him like she had failed to do for years.

he was her firstborn and yet, her heart was still beating and his was not, she was not yet cold in her grave, no, no her son was cold, her flesh was warm, too warm. he was her baby, her son, the boy she tried so hard to protect, who had loved even when it hurt, who she had stood in front of a dragon for. she loved him, the very bones of him, and now he was dead.

let her lose her mind right there, in that room, still clinging to her body, one that's too cold, too still, too quiet. let her scream out to the gods, damning them, cursing them for taking her eldest son, amongst everything else in her life.

I want her to drive away anyone who tries to take him from her, forcing the silent sisters or whoever would be left to deal with his body at that point. let her curse and spit and claw at anyone who comes too close.

she would stay there for hours, reflecting on her memories of him. maybe she talks to him or hums a lullaby until she finally loses her battle with what remains of her consciousness and sanity, falling still against the table.

she dreams of Aegon, she dreams of the life she wish she could have provided, the life she had tried so hard to give him. a life where he was safe, a life where she had been a better mother, a life where she didn't need to live in and impose fear up on her children. maybe if she had tried hard enough he would still be alive, she'll think as she floats in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness.

she'll wake in plain chambers she only partly recognizes, she'll learn of her sons lackluster and sparsly accompanied burning, she'll learn her son was gone and she was alone. there won't be much of her left to care. she just continues dreaming, dreaming of her dead children and spiraling to madness until her broken heart finally gives out.

[my previous post inspired this, cause all I can think about now is Alicent mourning her son and its gonna put me in an early grave]

[strawberrywindow]

I couldn't stop thinking about an AU where Daniel resorts to gathering vitae again, this time to 'cure' Hazel, after his Brennenburg adventure💫, thoughts all mainly derived from this loadscreen text that tells us that Hazel is still in hospice care by the time the game's story began.

As much as I love Daniel, I don't think he really learned all that much from his experience even in the most charitable ending towards him in which he saves Agrippa. I can very, VERY easily see him slipping back into old ways if it meant saving Hazel. The most he seems to approach viewing torture as bad is when he realizes he himself no longer counts as an innocent so he can't justify killing others to save himself anymore. But killing no good, horrible, bad people to save HAZEL? Now, we're cooking with gas 😀 💀