#im fckn crying

[nobie]

im making a miss minuets gifset cuz she had me cackling this episode for all the weirdest reasons

[leeenuu]

i never knew i needed this but now i don’t know how i lived before this collab

uhhhh whatttttt?!?!

[bloodycotton]

Day fiiiiiive, god this one was hard. Is worship and adoration a love language?

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(My first language is NOT english)

Day 5.- Love Language.

Manuel Aringarosa (The Da Vinci Code, 2006) x Gn!reader (Again, i think so)

Reality is a dreadful thing, it is horrible and terrible. 

That's why the need to cling to something was a feeling that burned your soul, squeezed your heart, and made your knees weak at his very presence. 

He was everything to you: your saviour, protector, master and object of worship, without him the world would be meaningless. 

He sat by your side with a rosary in his hands for long periods of time, praying for you, that healing would come to you with his help. He cared for you diligently in your sick and weakened state, brought you back to health with complete readiness, totally devoted. 

He fed you in your mouth, with careful movements that you remembered in bits and pieces, like his large, warm hand resting on your head, and his scent, a mixture of which you could not really place any other ingredient than incense, a sacred, almost heavenly fragrance. 

When you finally managed to faintly open your eyes and could make out his silhouette blocking the light behind him, a halo of light shimmered around him. The first thought that crossed your mind was that you were looking at the creator himself, your saviour; an idea that was partly true.

He looked at you in a way that humbled you, and his hand, once again bringing you that familiarity you longed for, rested on your cheek, with care and palpable affection, tracing with its warm, calloused pad the faint features of your face.

As you looked up at him, you heard him call your name. 

“How are you feeling, my child?” His voice was low and soft at the same time. He was sitting on a chair beside the bed you were lying on, the light emitting from outside creating shadows on his face and hiding part of his expression. His fingers ran gently, from your cheek to your forehead, taking your temperature. 

The words were stuck in your throat, you moved your lips, but no sound came out of them, more than incoherent mumbles. 

Manuel frowned slightly as he watched you struggle to speak and with an almost heavenly tenderness, he lowered his hand from your forehead and took it between his own, giving you a gentle, comforting squeeze that enveloped you in a divine warmth.

“Shh, don't try to speak yet,” he murmured in a low, reverent tone, his voice echoing in your chest like a sacred chant. He rose from his chair and stopped touching your hand, pouring you a glass of water from a jug. 

He brought the glass to your lips, tilting it with a care that made you feel as if you were receiving a sacrament. “Here, this will soothe your throat,” he said, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that seemed to penetrate your soul.

The water sliding down your throat felt like a divine gift, a balm that brought relief not only to your body, but to your spirit. At that moment, you understood that he was not only your saviour; he was the centre of your universe, the source of all light and hope, for he brought you back to life when you were in the darkest, lowest place, he gave you purpose. 

His every gesture, his every word, resonated in you like a prayer, and you couldn't help but feel that your life was tied to his presence. Manuel was the god you worshipped in silence, and every moment at his side brought you closer to a state of profound adoration, where only he and his light existed.

Manuel, seeing you revitalised, smiled with satisfaction, as if every little advance you made was a personal triumph. 

As you recovered, his visits became the centre of your existence. Every word, every gesture, resonated in you like a holy hymn. His presence was a comfort, and you felt your soul expand with his every glance. He treated you with a combination of tenderness and authority, and you couldn't help but be completely captivated by him.

One day, as he held you in his hands, he said, “You are a gift, my child, brought to me by God. You have an important role to play in this world.” His words were like a divine command, and the way he looked at you made you feel that your life had a much greater meaning than you had imagined.

You were filled with fervour. You were willing to follow him wherever he led you, to do whatever he expected of you. The idea of being part of his mission filled you with an almost sacred purpose. The desire to please him gripped you, and every action you took was guided by the need for his approval. 

Yet, in your heart, there were certain days when it was filled with shadows and doubts that quickly faded in the face of deep adoration for him. The reality of the outside world faded, and there was only Manuel, the beacon of light in your life.

The thought of disobeying him became a foreign idea, and your life revolved around his will.

[courtesanofdeath]

rewatching slam dunk and seeing how much hanamichi shits on basketball in the beginning makes me so 😭 because just four months later he literally risks his life for it

[silverview]

charlie's toast 😭💕💗

[fourdancingmoths]

If sunshipduo make one more "nobody asked you to stay" "nobody asked you to leave!" reference istg I'll. I'll cry. I'll cry even more.

[irl]

bros……

[beachyserasims]

When you have an amazing idea in your head and it translates to absolute shit on paper 🙃😭

[fadeintolight]

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[offantasyandfiction]

i cannot find words for this latest episode but Fuck.

actually felt a bit sorry for Kerry for once but not like that much just like the shock must've been worse for her cause she hasn't been around that long i still don't like her but every single reaction was taxing to watch

[uraosol]

so sinsmas huh? anyone still alive after that masterpiece??? I cried a lot, and am still crying

[niks-nightly]

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[husbo-venus]

i cannot express the extent to which i was watching a video and it was a bit laggy so i went to clear my cache and chrome deleted literally everything tied to my account from the last 5 years that ive had this laptop im going to start ripping my hair out

[kaydalixza]

Wow i ate peanuts and rice cakes I wish I d8djy eaar so many cards lmso

[iswateredibletho]

@sillylittleshapeshifter

Arts by Adicoon

[outerspacedunce]

i had to stop taking my bc for just over a month and am finally taking it again and gOOD GOD THESE SIDE EFFECTS. it's the itching. itching everywhere. mostly my legs but NON STOP ITCHING.