#is that cliche

[vamprincess333]

Hello everyone ! Ive had this blog for a while now but i didnt know what to do with it. im interested in many things but mainly radical feminism, i have been informing myself about it for about 4 years already :p im also interested in astrology, witchcraft and i enjoy watching animes from time to time

im not very sure how tumblr works yet (like, why reblog something instead of just commenting??) but im getting the hang of it, idk what else to say but have a good day 😁

[noodles-and-tea]

Back at it with my enchanted merthur shenanigans

[koolaidashley]

Part 2

[lilacgaby]

prohero!katsuki, who has the biggest crush ever on his kid's nanny.

he saw you again today, cooling down in the kitchen with a coffee already on the pot for him as you scrolled on your phone. he was exhausted from the late night patrol, his mask serving as a headband as his combat boots clinked on the ground.

it was midnight, your skin illuminated from the sunroof adorning his big house he chose after he won custody. you looked gorgeous, the moonlight hitting your skin just right, your t-shirt going off your shoulder, a random band on its center.

you finally noticed him, smiling softly. "hey katsuki, your coffee's almost done."

"yeah, take your time don't worry." he sat on the chair at the island of the kitchen, hand supporting his head as he eyed you.

"they drew us a picture today." you said, out of the blue.

"us?" he questioned, cheeks flushing at his minds automatic assumptions.

"yes. look, isn't it so cute?" you handed him a picture, four figures stood holding hands with hearts placed in between them all. katsuki's hair was drawn explosively, and it was obvious they drew you with care.

a small smirk came over his face, he took off his gloves as to not dirty it with the ash of his explosions. he noticed how they put you and him right next to eachother. "real cute."

"right? let's put it on the fridge." he handed it back to you, watching as you carefully put it between the other pictures they'd drawn.

he loved how you truely cared for them all. you basically lived here now, him giving you a room bigger than your entire old apartment.

he remembered clearly how you hugged him tightly that day, inciting his kids to help you tackle him.

you prepared his coffee, black, just how he liked it. you set it down, with a small "good night" as you went to your room. leaving him with his thoughts.

from that night youd grown closer. real close. you cried over his wounds once, his heart clenched at the memory of you stiching him up while stifiling your sobs, you hugging him tightly in his bed as you both fell asleep.

he didn't know when, but suddenly his kids became ours. his room became yours too, your other room going empty most nights.

he didn't know when the line between small gestures of affection went to hand holding and kisses. all of those suddenly began to blur together, but it's not like he minded.

he definitely didn't mind, he thought as he played games with his toddler daughter and son, and you, kissing him on the cheek and making your kids say 'ewww'!

as your kids yelled about 'cooties' in unison, he could only focus on how full his heart felt.

you were his missing piece.

one shot based on this!

[sunrisemill]

Is it so insanely down bad of me to find this attractive? …maybe

[distort-t]

SHY AFFECTION PROMPTS—

Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.

Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.

Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.

”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.

Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.

Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.

Agonising slow-paced romance.

Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.

Thoughtful picnic dates.

Almost confessions.

”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”

Friends to lovers.

Looking for each other in social settings.

“You mean more to me than that.”

”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”

Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.

Everyone can see it but them.

“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”

Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.

Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.

So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.

Feathery forehead kisses.

Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.

Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.

Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.

”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

”I want our kids to have your eyes.”

Inside jokes that literally no one understands.

[minilev]

Gueules Noires (2023)

[malacandrax]

Sex worker/Charity worker Halstarion AU [set late 70's/early 80's]

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Why did I set the whole thing inside a car :). Also forgive me that is not a period accurate interior I did it from my head because apparently I can do that now...because I keep setting things in cars...

AU TAG

To read them in order:

[Part 1- Meeting]

[Part 2-Embellish]

[Part 3-Theory]

[Part 4- Number]

[Part 5- Bruise]

[Part 6- Scenic]

[Part 7- Nice Things]

[Part 8-Pizza]

[Part 9- Want] -That's this one!

This is loosely based on current UK resources, not 70’s-80’s, and I also don’t know how well a nuanced situation like this would be dealt with by our gov/councils. I don't have much faith in the systems but we're gonna pretend they work.

[the-phantom-peach]

twilight princess zelink maybe? 🥺

yipeeee!! 🎉

[hoofpeet]

When the

[midnightorchids]

Jason is fond of the rain.

He adores the sweet earthy smell and the soft, rhythmic pitter patter against his living room window, but above all, he loves spending time with you during the heavy monsoon season.

You walk out of the neighborhood cafe, hand in hand, into the gloomy streets of Gotham. The skyline is grey and somber. It’s quiet, peaceful, a juxtaposition to the city’s usual loud and robust atmosphere.

You scan Jason’s face and he looks content, despite the heavy drizzle that’s soaking him through his sweater. It’s poetic really, a man scattered with scars, a man who bears a heavy past, finds peace in the rain. How truly melancholic.

Loud thunder rumbles through the sky as if a large battle was being fought in the distance. You clutch on to Jason’s hand a little bit tighter, while your eyes still admire his calm demeanour.

“I think we should kiss right now,” he says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“You’re so cliche, you know that right,” you say and he sucks his teeth while rolling his eyes.

His eyes look dark, the usual green colour is almost impossible to see. He stops walking and pulls you into him, his fingers tangling themselves into your wet hair. His lips move in close to yours, but they don’t quite touch.

“I know but can you blame me,” he whispers softly. You try to suppress the small grin on your lips.

“Been reading too much Nicholas Sparks lately,” you inquire, looking up at him through your lashes. Jason lets out a small laugh and the sound touches your heart.

He stares at you in admiration. He often finds himself getting lost in your eyes.

The moment is intimate, it brought his troubled mind to ease. Jason takes the opportunity to close the gap and kisses your lips. The rain dances on your skin. There’s a soft breeze and you pull Jason closer.

He tastes like the cigarette he smoked earlier and the strawberry cheesecake you split at the cafe. You want to savour this moment forever.

He smiles against your lips and you pull back only to cover his face in small pecks.

“I…” kiss, “love…” kiss, kiss, “you…” kiss.

Jason adores the rain, the smell, the sounds, but most importantly he loves kissing you in it.

[bunnyreaper]

simon riley who is the one who rescues you when you're taken hostage by an enemy pmc, fighting through hell just to get you back.

simon riley who doesn't hesitate to take his mask off so as to not frighten you further. it doesn't matter that you've never seen his face, or that he's breaking down his barriers, all that matters is that you don't shake when you look at him.

simon riley who carries you out of there, safe in the warmth of his arms that hold you like he'll let you go again.

simon riley whose heart breaks because he recognises the haunted look in your beautiful eyes, and he knows he'd do anything to see them sparkle like they used to.

simon riley who slowly acclimates you to being touched again (it totally is just for you, he swears). soft brushes of his pinky against yours, a guiding hand on your back, picking a piece of fluff out of your hair.

simon riley who doesn't ask questions when you find comfort cuddling into his broad chest, because he knows mentioning it would only make you feel bad. he doesn't want to lose the way you only find peace cuddled up next to him.

simon riley who kisses your forehead but only when you're asleep, because he still has secrets to keep. he doesn't think you feel the same way, he just thinks you see a protector.

simon riley who cares even if he doesn't have the right words to tell you.

simon riley who loves you, and spends every day thankful he didnt lose you.

[trisarahtops-sketches]

Sketch of Laika, Mars, Menya, & Yue from @laikascomet ! ✨☄️⭐

[sockich]

You think you can take me down twice?

BLUE EYE SAMURAI (2023)

[munchymunchkin]