#i'm seriously so emotional over them

[statisticalcats2]

I'm into season 2 now but the Vatos mean everything to me, like they are the official representation of the spirit of humanity to me, they are how and why human society has come as far as it has, and yes I know about the deleted scene but I'm ignoring that, it was deleted, let me have this grefhiuowdi

[dreamlogic]

[emile-hides]

Everyone should go watch Densel’s Animal Crossing series on YouTube right now just for these moments alone

[pickletrip]

When I started watching If it's with you I never expected to be so invested in these wonderful characters. This is what I have been missing in some of the shows I've been watching. Ryuji-kun never belittled Amane for who he was and he never assumed anything about Amane either. He kept an open ear, he noticed, he observed and he came to understand who Amane was as a person. They had a great rapport as friends. But when Amane confessed Ryuji didn't push him away but took time to think about it, talk to Amane and find his own feelings in all this. Talk about maturity. None of the adults are doing it like my 2 favourite boys.

Amane always wrapped himself up in the fear of the past repeating. The fear of rejection was always lurking around but being with Ryuji gave him freedom because Ryuji could see past the facade he put up to deal with the pain he was feeling. Ryuji helped him overcome that fear by reassuring him that he is allowed to be who he wants to be. Ryuji gave him real confidence, not to say that Amane wasn't confident before, but now he could be free to express himself knowing that there's at least one person who would accept him as he was.

This final episode was everything I wanted from the show. Both of them were nervous and anxious and they took the time to talk and understand where they are in this relationship. That's the beauty of the show. Each time Amane was on the verge of running away, Ryuji always pulled him back, grounded him and spoke to him so that they would be on the page.

The honesty between them is something I really cherish. Ryuji never made any false promises to love Amane but he honestly expressed how he was feeling and what he expected going forward and that aligned with Amane, because that's what dating means. You take the time to fall in love and discover things about the other person.

I wasn't ready for this show to be over, but I'm so happy with the way it ended that I couldn't ask for more. This show has shot up to the top of my Japanese BL list. I'll cherish this show and these boys.

[daincrediblegg]

grim reminders today how fucking obnoxious most of the got/hotd fandom is even on a fringe interest level with the single exception of alt shift x and glidus, who continue to fill me with joy with several hour episode commentary filled with excitement and joy and lore speculation

[practically-an-x-man]

THEY BRING TAI LUNG BACK JUST TO 'STEAL HIS KUNG FU'??? Excuse me???

[osolin]

She watches the powder dissolve into the black tea, then stirs in a splash of milk to cut the bitterness. Behind her, her guest is laying her wares out across her kitchen table like a proud child waiting to show off what she's found to a less-than-eager parent. But Hrafna still smiles at her as she takes her seat opposite and sets their cups down with a dull clink. Her own is hot enough that the poisons added are denaturing as they speak, but the milk in her guest's has cooled hers just so.

"So, you see," Afthas says, splaying a hand out across the finely crafted pendants. "The chains are made with the finest gold. I believe I was told the gold was mined far in the west, where it's rarest. It's been a while since I got these — they're so beautiful, I thought, that I was reluctant to sell them on."

"Ah," Hrafna hums, reaching out to lift one of the pendants and hold it to the light. It is beautiful; the chain is fine in her hand and the gem sparkles a beautiful, rich red. "They are quite beautiful, I have to say."

The blonde grins and she reaches for her cup, which she holds between her hands. "I only stock the finest. I'm quite picky, admittedly."

"Well, it is good to be picky, no? It thins out the poor quality."

"I can tell, you have good sense! So — I admit to you, I did come here with the intention of selling. I so appreciate you inviting me in, with that in mind, and of course I understand if you're not interested. They're all ten gold pieces each — which sounds steep, I know, but the gold over in the west... you'd pay twice as much if you went looking in Korval." She leans back in her chair and gestures for Hrafnhildur to pick the pendant up again, which she does. "I'm sure you can feel the quality. But, if silver is more your thing, those are a fair bit cheaper. Gold looks beautiful on you, though. I see your earrings."

Hrafna holds the ruby pendant up to the light again and she inspects it with her cheek lazily supported in one hand. Then, with the pendant still held to the light, she smiles at Afthas.

"This is fake."

"This is poison."

The cup in her hands, with not a sip taken from it, is set back on the table. Afthas tips her chin up slightly and they hold their gaze for a moment, each with a knowing smile.

And then they begin to laugh.

Only once their laughter begins to ebb off again does Afthas lean forwards, elbows folded against the edge of the table, and she tosses her head in the direction of some far door with a mischievous grin. "So. Bedroom?"

Hrafnhildur smirks at her, and she rises to her feet. Afthas eagerly takes her hand and she's led out of the kitchen and further into the house. Hrafna can feel her smiling at the back of her head.

[dutybcrne]

When Diluc gives his heart to someone and genuinely enters a relationship with them, that's it–that's it for him. There will never be any other that could hope to replace them, whether they leave him or they pass on.

[moonlit-orchid]

good evening to everyone except a certain few fucking anons

[certain-blue-eyes]

So...

I changed the home screen of my watch as well...

This is one of the pictures I'll never forget...

🥹🫠💚💙

[Orig. pic cr: @/jusinbellocon on Instagram]

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Bracelets: it's an Italian brand, actually 🤭

The blue one is because blue is my favorite color, and if this bracelet had a name, it would be 'blue means eternity and freedom'

The silver one is actually my con bracelet. One new element for each con visited by me. After Purcon6, JiB12 was my first con outside of Germany. Btw - did you see the 'green heart and the blue dots'? 🤗

[yoonstudios]

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[anothermonikan]

Man high school was fucked up. You ever think about that. Thank fucking god I'm not in high school anymore

[str4ng3-child]

holy shit this is incredibly irrelevant but

tell me why the fuck he reposted a video on tiktok that said ""you would have loved this" I thought" with an Adrianne lenker song. He fucking knows how much I love Adrianne lenker. "Oh yeah I reposted that Adrianne lenker video because I knew you'd see it and like it" - him a few months ago.

So why, why would you repost that. And he unmutualled me on there, and yet I still get notifications when he reposts or likes this I do.

more thoughts on this- the text literally said, "you would have loved this, I thought". and you know what I love, and he knows I love? Adrianne lenker.

"You would have loved this"

[battywitch]

If someone could fucking slap me that'd be great

[oblitus-vulpes]

uh oh

[ruewrote]

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒.

PAIRING: josh washington x fem!reader WARNINGS: teasing, no use of y/n, touching GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: NIGHTS LIKE THIS by the kid LAROI WORD COUNT: 1k NOTE: ghostface!josh coming soon . . .

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josh always had to be touching you. it was something you noticed early on in your friendship, but it had grown more noticeable over time. a casual brush of his fingers across your waist when he walked by, how his hand would find yours when no one was looking. at first, you didn’t think much of it, it was just josh, always needing someone close. 

but now? now it felt like more.

tonight, the group had gathered in the theater room of the washington lodge for what was supposed to be a relaxing evening after a long day of hiking. the lights were dim and you were sprawled out on the large sectional with everyone, blankets thrown over legs, as a movie played on the tv. josh, predictably, had taken his usual place next to you, his thigh pressed against yours under the blanket, his hand resting on your knee like always.

it wasn’t like he was doing anything that anyone else would notice, it was subtle, almost innocent. but you felt it. the warmth of his hand on your leg sent tingles up your spine and it was almost impossible to ignore the way your heart beat just a little faster when he touched you.

"you two are practically glued together," emily teased from across the couch, smirking as she sipped her drink. "it’s cute. you can’t stand to be apart for five seconds?"

josh, unfazed as ever, grinned. “what can i say? i’m a hands-on kind of guy.”

you rolled your eyes, chuckling softly, but the way his fingers squeezed your knee for just a second sent a jolt through you. he wasn’t letting go, not even when everyone else joined in on the teasing.

ashley leaned over the back of the couch, an exaggerated look of pity on her face. "i mean, it’s cute and all, but how do you breathe? he’s always touching you.”

josh shrugged, still looking completely comfortable. “she doesn’t seem to mind.” his voice was playful, but there was an edge of seriousness beneath it.

you glanced over at him, your pulse quickening. no, you didn’t mind. in fact, you had grown to expect it, maybe even craved it. his presence, his touch. it had a calming effect on you, even if it was doing the opposite to your emotions now. your friends had been teasing about this for weeks and you weren’t sure how to explain the connection without sounding ridiculous.

"she knows that i'm just that good at making sure she’s comfortable," josh said with a quick grin. "it’s kinda my thing."

emily laughed. “at this point, i wouldn’t be surprised if you two woke up spooning!”

you felt the blush rising to your cheeks as you shoved josh lightly, but his hand slid down your leg, brushing the inside of your thigh, lingering just a second too long before pulling away. you froze, the sensation sending a wave of warmth through you. he shot you a quick look, eyes twinkling with amusement, but there was something else behind them.

before you could respond, chris called out from the other side of the couch. “what? it’s just a little friendly affection, right?” he winked, clearly teasing.

“yep,” you agreed quickly, your voice coming out more breathless than intended. “totally. just friends.”

josh gave a low hum, leaning back and stretching his arm out along the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing against your shoulder. “if you say so,” he murmured softly, only for you to hear. the weight of his touch felt heavier now, his fingers grazing your skin.

as the movie droned on, your focus drifted away from the screen. your mind was entirely on josh, the way his body was so close to yours, the way his touch lingered. you found yourself leaning into him more without realizing it, like you were drawn to him just as much as he was to you.

the others had mostly gone back to watching the movie, though there were still occasional glances your way, always with that teasing edge but josh didn’t seem to care. his thumb traced slow circles on your shoulder now, his hand occasionally slipping down to brush your arm. 

you turned your head slightly, looking up at him. he wasn’t even looking at the movie anymore. his focus was entirely on you.

“josh?” you whispered, keeping your voice low enough that the others wouldn’t hear.

“hmm?” his eyes flicked down to meet yours, his expression soft but with that familiar mischievous glint.

you hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to say what was on your mind. “why do you always…?” you trailed off, not sure how to phrase it without sounding too obvious.

he smiled, a knowing look crossing his face. “always what?”

“always… touch me,” you finished quietly, your pulse quickening at the vulnerability in your own words.

josh’s smile didn’t fade, but his gaze grew a little more serious. he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper as his hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, cupping it gently. “it’s… comforting. you’re comforting.”

you stared at him, heart racing as the weight of his words sank in. there was more to it, you could feel it, more than just the comfort of touch. there was something between you that had always been there, quietly lingering beneath the surface.

“you don’t mind, do you?” his thumb brushed against your cheek now, the gentle motion sending a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.

you swallowed hard, your breath catching in your throat. “no,” you whispered. “i don’t mind.”

josh’s gaze flickered down to your lips for a second before returning to your eyes. there was a moment of hesitation, but then he leaned in just a little closer. “good,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“because i don’t think i could stop even if i tried.”

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