You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".
Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.
thinking abt how toji would wipe your tears whenever you're sad.. he'd definitely let you cry into his chest too but i feel like a part of him would like to keep his eyes on you. he wants to protect, he wants to take care of you. he'll brush his calloused thumbs over your cheeks, over and over again, until there's no need for it anymore. he'll watch you sniffle with worried look on his face but the second your eyes meet his, he pushes his own feelings aside. this isn't about him, it's about you. so he gives you a little hum and the faintest little smile while reaching for your nose. you try to turn away, to hide, but he's not letting you go anywhere. he brushes your snotty nose with his bare hands and laughs quietly when you squirm in his hold, your whiny complaints sounding like music to his ears. you hit his chest and a raspy chuckle tumbles from your lips and he knows it's going to be okay. that you're going to be okay. toji would and will do anything to make you smile again and if that means getting his hands dirty, then so be it. he couldn't care any less. snotty clothes are nothing while you are everything.
I think the theme is more loungewear than straight-up pajamas, but hey, I'm not complaining! (and -- look, we still have the groovies, I'm not giving up hope for animal kigurumi until I gotta)
The farmer I buy hay (and some firewood) from hasn't had time for deliveries yet, and he texted me yesterday to ask what I needed most urgently, hay or wood. Selflessly, I said hay.
That /is/ the gate for hay deliveries! Great memory, Pirlouit. I see what are the important spots in your mental map.
I hope you realise that I'm sacrificing myself for you. By telling our neighbour to prioritise your food over my comfort.
But even if I didn't, I would prioritise you and your hay because I love you. I would freeze to death to ensure you are fed
Imagine being told a spooky ass story and after it ends the person who was The Spooky Guy in it ends up being RIGHT BEHIND YOU and starts SNIFFING YOU props to Celia not shitting her pants bc I would’ve