#screaming and crying myself

[peaceoutofthepieces]

5 and jerejean for the kiss thing? 🥺🥺🥺

you chose a different kind of violence and i respect it (thank you thank you thank you)

5. Romantic (Tender) Kiss

Jean Moreau was not soft, but Jeremy had not expected him to be. Of all the rumours he'd heard, he'd always thought this one most likely to be true. You could not play a sport like exy, with a team like the Ravens, under the lead of someone like Riko Moriyama, and remain soft.

It was hardly surprising. Jeremy was often assumed to be soft, because it was something kindness was often mistaken for, but even for him it was not entirely true. There were parts of him that were hardened into a protective shell, and parts of him that were splintered and rough, same as anyone else. But he could not deny his softness in the sense of being gentle, because even at his worst he would try to be that—especially for someone like Jean.

Jean was not gentle, either. He did not try for softness in any sense. His insides were brittle and bitter; his outside was scarred and tough; his manner was sharp and blunt. Jeremy was in parts soft, and in hopes gentle, but Jean had been scourged of such customs.

What remained, though, was tenderness.

Jeremy had been surprised the first time Jean kissed him, for how tender it was. He'd been waiting for the aggression Jean often showed on the court, or for the violence that tended to drip from his tongue when he spoke, but the way Jean had cradled Jeremy's face and pressed them together could not be described as anything other than tender.

Now, Jeremy understood how to return it when Jean needed it.

Catching when Jean needed it was upsettingly easy. The storm cloud that had accompanied him all day, for instance, was one way of knowing.

It made it easy to follow Jean to his room—their room, really, now, considering the two narrow beds they'd crammed in and how much more frequently Jeremy stayed here, rather than his parents' house, because he could, because he was allowed, because Jean wanted him there and that made it more of a home than anywhere Jeremy had ever lived before—and pull him in.

Jean came without resistance. His towering frame tucked itself in to reach more of Jeremy's touch as Jeremy slid a hand over the back of his neck. Jean's hands, large and calloused, fit themselves around the dips of Jeremy's waist, smooth and easy in contrast to the stuttery breath that fell out of him. Not a careful touch, but a caring one, not light or gentle but tender, always tender.

Jeremy drew him down, slid his other hand over Jean's cheek, and stretched until they were pressed together. Even toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest, Jean pushed closer. He rested his forehead against Jeremy's and shuddered, his eyes drifting shut.

"Alright, Jean?" Jeremy asked, the French vowels falling from his tongue with more ease after months of practice.

Jean's lips quirked. "Alright, Jeremy."

Jean's accent curled around Jeremy's name, and Jeremy's chest tightened predictably. He stroked his thumb over Jean's cheekbone, pressed it to the stark black outline of a flower petal, and drew him into a kiss.

Jeremy corrected himself; Jean's lips may have been the one part of him that was soft. And though he was tough, he was malleable, molding to the shaping of Jeremy's hands with little pressure. Jeremy kept his touch firm, still, because Jean liked to feel it, but tender, always tender.

Jean nudged his nose against Jeremy's, the quirk of his lips curling almost into a smile, and Jeremy ached. Because this, whatever they had and whatever they were, might have been soft, but if it was not, it was only so they would feel it all the better.

send me a number + ship

[dilf-odo]

IM FREAKING OUT

I had to pause the episode several times to freak out

[hay-bails]

Kaladin, your eyes! Dark brown, like they used to be!

[pidgydraws]

⚙️ for a moment we had it all... ⚙️

[nullcanary]

me rn

[liesmultixxx]

“Why did you leave me?”

can you hear me crying?

the way annabeth thought percy had abandoned her like everyone else

… girl he fell into tartarus for you, he would never leave you

NEVER

rick was evil for that

[casdeans-pie]

They had the chance to do THE most crunchy delicious parallel of all time with Cas being the one to pull Dean out of Hell being repaid by Dean being the one to pull Cas out of the Empty and have it all come full circle

And then they DIDN’T DO IT

[justaleafinthewind]

the sob in Percy's voice when he says "I didn't mean to-" because he's so horrified at what he just did. Luke was the boy he trusted, the boy he admired, the boy he told his mom about because when they met he was so relieved and sure he'd finally made a friend.

and now Percy, whose fatal flaw is personal loyalty, who is actively being stabbed in the back, is convinced that he himself is the one doing the betraying. he's hurting Luke, and the guilt of it is going to tear him apart from the inside out.

[anamdreams69]

damn girl nobody going to snatch him from you stop grabbing him like that-

this is a (which i putted too much effort for no fucking reason) remake of this shitpost doodle i made of these two from last year in setember.. -> ☆ enjoy i guess.

[the-girl-with-too-many-ideas]

The other day, I was scrolling through Tik Tok when I came across a video talking about a 6 week old kitten who was found trying to take care of a few other kittens who were 2 weeks. They were screenshots, and one of them had a quote saying, "Imagine you're small and cold and scared, but there's smaller ones that are smaller colder and more scared."

I haven't been okay since because it sounds like Yue Qi and Shen Jiu. Their only three years apart, so all I can imagine is a toddler taking care of an infant.

All I can imagine is Qi-ge, who is nothing more than three or four. His an orphan slave and his hungry and cold and scared. When he suddenly finds a baby. His smaller and crying and just like him. Hungry and cold and scared while not knowing why. Then, next thing he knows, his picking him up and trying to comfort the little infant. As Qi-ge holds this little boy who is younger and even more helpless than himself, he decides to care for him.

He is just three-year-old Qi-Ge who decides to take responsibility for an infant Xiao Jiu.

[rafayelsgf]

begging vs demanding

[caffeineoverdosed]

yeah yeah i’m totally normal about c2 separating uh huh.. yeah it was nothing.. totally not losing my mind

[clairesbeauchamp]

OUTLANDER (2014 -)

1.16 To Ransom a Man's Soul

[countessrivers]

No, but the fact that River could recognise his mother's drawings in Les Arbes.

The fact that he must of spent years as he grew up staring at and memorising and obsessing over that handful of letters and cards, the only things she'd sent or left him with before even that stopped, enough to recognise them on the wall of a strange, random manor house in France

[galecstatic]

"couldn't sleep due to romantic anxiety" I FEEL SICK

[lightningtitties]

for imogen, it’s always been about laudna having a choice. it’s SO important to her that laudna has agency. she never imposes. ever. even when she disagrees. even if that means laudna stays dead. “I'm not going to tell you to come back, I'm not going to try to compel you to come back, because that choice, Laudna, is yours now.”

even if that means laudna wants to use delilah to get stronger. (when imogen’s herself considering giving in to predathos, how could she deny her that?) “Maybe it's our destiny to harness it. / Maybe it's our destiny to fight it. Together, either way”.

even if that means laudna gives in. “I'll never let you go. And if you need her, then that's my answer”

so she respects her choices. except. they’re not all her choices. and it turns out all this did was make delilah more powerful, all it did was blur the line differentiating delilah and laudna. so how could she not blame herself? “It’s my fault”