#im too emotional for this today

[temp0rtal]

" five, it's come to my attention that i say this to all my kids, but somehow i don't say it all that much to you. and you know what, if you feel weird about it, it's cool. i won't say it again. but i want it on the record that i love you very much. okay? you've been my family for longer than most, and there's not a thing on this godly earth that i wouldn't do for you. i'm very proud of you, and prouder still to know you. i hope you've known that long before i just said it. "

he just barely manages to lift his head as aisling addresses him , her features nothing but earnest , && close enough to him to show that she was comfortable enough && still respecting his need for personal space . five narrowed his eyes slightly , unsure where this was going before then blinking . staring at her for a second as she then explained that she loved him , that he was family , && that she was very very proud of him .

five knows in his heart that this has been true for a long time . but hearing it was different . he couldn't even recall anyone saying that to him ... ever ? maybe once . && maybe that once was just delores , the result of a fractured mind that longed for some sort of affection .

he had never heard those words , uttered in that way , towards him , ever before . no one , not even his own family had ever said anything like that to him . never . NOT ONCE . not grace . definitely not dad . not pogo . fuck ... his siblings hadn't even said it to him .

they hadn't even been HAPPY to see him when he returned .

so hearing this , it was ...

five forcefully cleared his throat . ❝ feeling sentimental huh ? ❞ he asked , pushing through the emotional toil it was taking on him . but he couldn't help but sniff , forcing his head away so she couldn't see a slight glisten in the corner of his eye .

without warning , he moved && wrapped his arms around her waist , head pressed against her shoulder && face buried deep into her shirt .

[hinamie]

sympathy for cain

[lost-in-fandoms]

"Tell me again."

Max hums, moving his hand in slow circles along Daniel's back, feeling his chest move against his side, his face hidden in the folds of Max's t-shirt.

He bows his head, pressing a kiss against Daniel's hair, shifting against the hotel's pillows until he's comfortable again.

"It's going to be sunny," he says, voice low, letting Daniel's curls tickle his lips and nose. "It's going to be sunset, orange, the trees all golden in the way you like."

Daniel's back shifts under his hand, his fingers twisting in Max's shirt.

"We'll be sitting in chairs, because you have old man knees, and would complain about sitting on the floor."

He twists away from the halfhearted poke in his side, then settles back.

"They will be those garden ones, the ones with the straw?"

"Wicker," Daniel corrects him softly, voice scratchy.

"Yes, wicker." He tugs Daniel even closer, not knowing how it is even possible. "With pillows, so you can curl in them like a little cat."

He smooths his hand down Daniel's back, like he does with Sassy, when she stretches out beside him on the bed, similar to how Daniel is now. Does it again when he feels Daniel's shoulders uncurl slightly.

"We will be drinking your weird beers, the expensive ones that taste worse than all the others."

"Craft beer isn't weird," Daniel argues, just like Max was expecting him to. He sounds like there's something stuck in the back of his throat, and Max kisses his hair again.

"It is weird, Daniel. Beer does not need to be that expensive."

He gives him space to reply once more, but Daniel doesn't.

"We will drink your weird beer, and we will talk about that time we ate pasta in your hotel room."

It wasn't just one time, but Max knows he doesn't need to specify. They're both thinking about the same one, illegal spaghetti ordered from room service, hidden from their trainers, sauce on the corner of Max's mouth, cleaned by Daniel's thumb first, Daniel's mouth later. And even if they aren't thinking about the same, it doesn't matter. Every plate of pasta shared, in every hotel room, would matter just as much, stepping stones in their story, just as important as that first kiss.

"And it will be rainy," Max continues, voice even lower. His t-shirt is damp, stretched by Daniel's tense fingers. Daniel's back is shuddering, even when he holds him closer and closer and closer.

"It will rain, and you will have a blanket, because you always get cold, even more when it is humid."

The thing that was in Daniel's throat is in his too now.

"We will talk about how stupid everyone was. We will say it was all unfair. But we will not be angry anymore, because it will not matter anymore."

Daniel's hair smell like Max's shampoo, even if he usually doesn't use it, because he hates how dry it makes it feel. Max can taste salt on the back of his throat as he shifts his head slightly, trying to at least keep his ears dry, now that his cheeks are a lost cause.

Daniel's breathing is a stuttered rhythm against his ribs.

"We will cook eggs," Max pushes on, pressing every word against Daniel's skin, hoping every one feels like the i love you that it is. "Because we will have chickens on your farm, like a real farm, so we will be good at cooking eggs. And you will drink your wine, and sing your songs."

His voice breaks, sudden betrayal, just as Daniel trembles in a sob, but Max pushes through. They've both always known how to push through.

"And I will ask are you happy and you will say yes," he says, making it sound like a promise, because it is a promise. "And we will not regret any of it."

He knows they won't. Not the angry moments, not the painful moments, not the annoying little moments they will never even remember. They will take all of them and throw them into the jar of their lives, little pebbles, and colorful marbles, and shards of glass smoothed out with time and love and distance, all mixed together.

"We will sit on your chairs, and they will have nothing, and we will have us."

He holds Daniel closecloseclose, because he's never learned how to let go of the things he cares about, has always clung to things with his teeth and desire bared, and he has no intention of starting now. He has no intention of starting ever.

Even if this is not the way he wanted things to happen, he doesn't believe in letting go, especially when it comes to Daniel.

He swallows, clears his throat to try and dislodge the tight knot of feelings there, raises a hand to swipe his thumb along Daniel's wet jaw.

"We will have chickens, and a garage full of dirt bikes, and I will ask Grace to teach me how to make the pasta sauce you spilled all over the carpet when you were five."

Daniel nods against his chest, fingers relaxing. His breathing is still uneven, Max's t-shirt is still damp, but he can feel him going lax against him, relaxing bit by bit.

"We will," Daniel murmurs, voice shaky enough it sounds closer to a question.

"We will," Max tells him, firm. Would be happy to tell him again and again, until Daniel's voice doesn't shake on it anymore. "We will eat so much food, and we will become fat, and we will be happy. We will."

Daniel nods again, then shifts, wiggling in Max's hold until he can properly climb on top of him, pointy elbows planted on the bed, above Max's shoulders, trembling fingers tracing the wet lines on his cheeks, red-rimmed eyes soft.

When Daniel kisses him, they both taste like salt, exhaustion and the future.

[m00ngbin]

HEY HI HELLO!!!

AY(OYM)!!! What a time to be alive

[actuallyitsstar]

our past is a foreign country, our neighborhoods have changed. i was the fool who got l u c k y. you were the fool who flew s t r a i g h t. (insp).

[amatus-jj]

bojan please don't eat him he's already yours

[extravagav]

AND WE JUST DONT TALK ABOUT THIS?!?!?!!????

[retrobr]

I just rewatched the first Night at the Museum movie and GUYS. THIS SCENE.

Just look at the adoration and admiration with which Teddy looks at Sacagawea!! He looks at her like she's the most wonderful thing in the whole world and Idk why but this scene always makes me tear up a little, it looks so beautiful omg 😭

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

izzy talking to ed in episode 10 always wrecks me cause the way he’s talking to him is literally how homophobic parents/relatives treat me all the time. “I should have let is English kill you” translation: “it would be better if you were dead and cishet than alive and queer”. Izzy pointing to a hypermasculine version of ed and insisting that that’s who ed actually is. Izzy being convinced that stede “did something” to ed, when ed has always been softer (queer) deep down, he just hasn’t been able to express it. pretty sure a lot of us know someone who’s told us that a friend/college/the internet or some other outside source made us queer. they just don’t fucking get it

[graciecatfamilyband]

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[ddodol]

hi lovely.

i know u have been feeling down today

i have been too

im really scared because it seems like people are giving and moving on. and I miss seunghan and rii7e so much.

memories era feels like a fever dream and this feels like a waking nightmare.

but I want you to know that-

a lot of random civilians came to show seunghan support at his ad

there were 96 ppl at today's protest

someone was doing their homework at the protest 🤣🤣

public opinion is changing

lots of brii7e are working hard and are trying to work things out

we've been warped by how sm folded in 2 days, but these things take time. it'll all work out. just keep saying rii7e will be back and healthy even of you don't believe it. fake it till you make it.

lets live properly and take breaks and care for ourselves and not stress.

but let's not give up. we can do this. love wins 🩷

im on anon because I'm very embarrassed lmao

hihii, thank you so much lovelyy (´,,•ω•,,)♡

the fact that random civilians are also voicing support for our cause makes me happy :(( i feel like regardless of whatever comes out of this, riize will always be 7 for me. if anything, i'm proud of everything ot7 fans have achieved and the community they created. i don't doubt that the boys know about everything and i can only hope for great news to come.

i hope things would get easier for us and i hope everyone is also doing better than i am <3 and i won't give up, i love the boys way too much to give up on them too easily (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

[luck-of-the-drawings]

YELLOW MEANS PAUSE. GREEN MEANS FUCKING G O. RED MEANS STOP. MUSTVE BEEN A HOT FUCKIN DAY. Y’ever been in a tent on a hot day? What about a tent made of meat? The air is so heavy with moisture that you could drink it, and youve been running the fuck around all day. Youre exhausted. And they ALL KNOW. The weight of just your own life is almost too heavy to carry, and theres still more to do. Just survive for me, okay?

[eybefioro]

How there's people who think Aziraphale and Crowley's romance in s2 is out of nowhere is beyond me.

They literally have a song. And it's one of the most romantic shit I've ever heard.

What show did you watch my dear????? Because all I can see is how much they love eachother and it destroys me. They don't need any kind of physical touch to show us this. THEY EVEN HAD A BREAKUP IN S1.

[wraenata]

Pillow attack courtesy of the @tapakah0 army

I missed the battle. I passed out under the pillow. Sorry :(

(Thank you for the pillow attack though!)

[azurechicken]

I find it curious that people who end up disliking Anders usually list their reasoning as him being snappy. Well, yeah? He is snappy, he is loud, he is fiery, and he doesn't know how to stand down most of the time. If he was not the way he is, he would be another Circle Mage. But that is not really the point, is it? He does not start out as this fiery mage who cannot shut up about anything injustice. He starts out as this jokester even the fans always look back and say "I liked this Anders better". Between the jokester!Anders and fiery!Anders, is there really that big of a difference though? Don't get me wrong, I do see the way years changed him, as well as the merging of course. But who he was and who he is are just a reflection of how he reacts to the same problem he always faced; being unheard. This man spent his entire life trying to make points that never really reached their destination. At first he joked about them, and everybody waved him off. Then he got serious, and he was shut down or ignored. From the point that we meet him, between dead templers, he already looked like he lost the argument about having anyone just listen long ago. So he jokes about it. Now, Awakening!Anders is young, not yet faced the unending taint and darkspawns, he is just starting. He didn't yet see the mess Kirkwall is, didn't help anyone who needs it in a sewer selflessly until drained. Didn't have an ethereal being of justice push him towards righting the wrongs done to his kind. He still had Ser Pounce too, if that helps. And in a way, Karl, of course. But the Anders we see in Kirkwall has seen and done all that. He is now all that he suffered. He changed, he didn't have a choice against it. But one thing did not change; he continued to make his points, and he continued being unheard. And at this point, I think it is already a bit late to hear him out. Because he has been unheard for so long, he feels unheard. And feelings are louder than facts, always. And, yes, he is snappy. He snaps because who would hear if he didn't? He is fiery because he has people to stand up for. It is not just his voice anymore, it is of many more like him. So yes, he is loud, with many voices hidden behind his own. Yet, even then, 'he is just an abomination.'

[dykesevika]

can’t stop thinking about all the possibilities for her in S2

Men DNI