#ohhh. ygod

[shaadowmilkcookie]

I hope his tube cracks and he just flops out onto the floor like a pathetic fish

[maraczeks]

newsroom rw thread pt 14

[llondonfog]

Sorry I've just got the brainworms about soulmates some more and thought you might like this soulmate variation i found where you instinctively collect items that your soulmate is going to need or like in the future when you eventually meet them. And then I just got to thinking of lilia confusedly collecting soft blankets and pillows, and a tiny baby malleus stealing whetstones fron the knights and more curiously, toothbrushes. And then them holding onto these items for literally hundreds of years before being able to finally give them.

oh my god, ohhh m ygod that is so adorable!!!!!!!! im!!!!!!!!!!!

i'm utterly fixated on the thought of lilia (LILIA!!!!) who has professed far and wide and with great disdain his aversion to children suddenly compelled?? to seek out and harbor baby blankets, stuffed animal toys, and tiny socks??? the confusing, agonizing mix of revulsion at the realization that the soul who will complete his life will be a child (and oh god, could you imagine if he was collecting specific human baby related things, the disbelief and horror spirals ever deeper—), the way he feels sickened at the fact that he's already beginning to harbor affectionate thoughts towards this faceless 'soulmate' when he finds himself absently folding the blankets into a snug drawer or brushing his fingertips over the soft, fluffy ear of a stuffed lamb.

the way that he initially dreads meeting his soulmate, is viciously grateful at first that they don't seem to appear for centuries to tie him down and change him irrevocably. the way that as time marches ever on, he begins to worry the edges of those pristinely ironed quilts with a secret fear that perhaps they might never drape about their intended.

(meanwhile, baby mal is stealing toothbrushes from the palace staff and visiting dignitaries— it becomes widely known to shake him down gently before bed lest he wind up with toothbrushes stuck to his hair and napping with one in his mouth.)

[concorp]

aviva im gonna cry. aypierre wanted. for love. maximus missing. ohhh my goddd o hm ygod

he’s so in denial he saw his grave HE SAW HIS GRAVE POMME TOLD HIM HE WAS DEAD he doesn’t believe it it can’t be true he doesn’t care that maxo broke things off he still loves him more than anything this can’t have been the end that can’t have been their last conversation he still has to be out there somewhere he refuses to let himself truly grief

i think the reunion when maxo returns even as a different character is going to make me explode.

[tealares]

Lil kit doodle for you… :3

COUGHED AND DIED UPON SEEING THIS /POS /POS /POS I LOVE HER THANK YOU OHHH M YGOD. THE KIT BALLARD PROPAGANDA IS WORKING THANK YOUU THAN KYOUA

[klugpuuo]

i fucking hate the darkside detective so fucking bad ohhh h mm y ygod

[foineswoine]

ITS THE PROLOGUE ITS THE PROLOGUE OHHH M YGOD WE'RE BACK WE'RE FINALLY BACK FULL CIRCLE THIS WRITING IS EVERYTHING TO EME

[raedas]

hands you . the girl of the hour (all of them)

OH M UGOD. OhHH M YGOD OH M YGOD O HM HGOD D. JADE HARLEY IN THE REALL?\€]*]>|*>|€|!|!|!|£|£|

[infectiouspiss]

PLANETAROY GO OHHH MH YGOD PLANETARY GO

[youmustfixyourheartt]

It's actually the most important thing to me that l'manburg is a home first and a war zone second

There's no tragedy for the land lost only the people in it

*sobs*

OH MY GOD OHHH M YGOD

[atvbs]

Never showed you my darling little samezu shark. I can fit almost my entire hand in his mouth (idk if that attests to how deep he is or how small my hands are tbh)

oh my god

that is a silly little creature. a little baby. a friend even. i love them so badly ohhh my god oh m ygod😭😭🥹🥹🥹🥹

[nyamcot]

Whatever . Anyways Oscar ohhh my ygod. Hes so minor but dude he was in season 1 and I think ab him so so much dude oh my god . Anyways big fan of ppl who draw him super gay with Julian like HEHEE... HI. I know what you are.

[inactive-339944]

JUST WATCHED VELVET GOLDMINE.

[andromedako]

oh how i wish to be in new york in the 1890s, just polka dancing in a cafe until a fight starts

[myfaveisnormal]

@autismcupcake

thinkin bout 1970s/1770s crossover fashion 💕

[guidingkey]

he promised to not fall asleep, though pooh can understand the exhaust from being the biggest hero across the world. the weight above him is slightly uncomfortable, though pooh doesn't bare to move, allowing his best friend to snooze comfortably. with both paws continuing to hold the single gloved hand of the brunet, he too, closes his eyes to slumber. ❝ goodnight, sora. ❞ his voice matches a whisper. ❝ i hope you have the sweetest of dreams ... ❞ 🐻💤

he’d come back to visit, as soon as he was able to. well … as soon as he could, anyway. it’d taken some time … with — with everything that’d happened, but he was back. and maybe — maybe he’d taken a little too much time to come back and visit pooh, but … he’d been a little scared. scared that he’d find himself missing on the cover of pooh’s book again. scared that this time — maybe he wouldn’t be able to get back. that his connection with pooh would be gone, not just growing fainter, and that he wouldn’t have even known it.

but that wasn’t true. sora knew that. every time he would worry, he’d close his eyes, hand on his chest, and he’d look deep inside his heart … and still felt pooh there. that bond hadn’t been broken, hadn’t disappeared while he was gone. nothing so terrible had happened to him, he hadn’t changed so much that he’d lost his friend.

but he couldn’t shake the feeling that … that it wouldn’t last forever. that one day, he’d have to leave, and he wouldn’t ever be able to come back.

but today hadn’t been that day. and sora —- sora had been so glad. so happy he’d decided to visit merlin, and ask about pooh bear. falling into the book felt like falling back home, and even though there weren’t any islands or oceans or palm trees, his friends were still here. there were hunny bees and hunny pots and eeyore to keep company, rabbit to help garden, tigger to bounce with, roo and lumpy to stomp along, and pooh to sit with. 100 acre wood was just as much home as destiny islands were.

and so maybe in the face of that, in the relief and peace he found with the animals and their homey little world where finding pooh his hunny was the most concerning thing, he was a little hesitant to leave, but could you blame him? he was drawing his time out here as long as he could, and when he started getting sleepy he didn’t fight it as much as he should have, didn’t say his goodbyes to go back to his own world.

because pooh was one of his best friends. and maybe one day, he’d have to say goodbye, but as long as he could, he’d keep coming back here. and when he couldn’t anymore, he’d still have this place, have pooh, in his heart. not just a memory. a connection, just as deep and real even if he couldn’t visit in person anymore. pooh would always be with him where it mattered most. 

so it’s easy to fall asleep, even when he promised he wouldn’t. the woods are quiet this time of night and he’s surrounded by near and dear friends. they’ll always be there for him, but this time it’s special. it’s comforting.

and it’s one of the best nights sleep sora ends up getting in a long, long time.