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Maggie said,"Our shop was in a corner of Mr.Fell's bookshop." She thought that Mr. Fell was Aziraphale’s grandfather. But actually, he was Aziraphale himself.
That makes me wonder that, as Aziraphale bought the land that the bookshop is on in the 1630s, the Fell family must be a legend in local area over almost 400 years. Sons always look like fathers, of course. But with the powerful genes, there are also strange business methods and angelic kindness inherited.
That strange red-haired man comes from the Crowley family. Just like the Fell family, all the members of Crowley look same. And each generation of Crowley would bring wine and snacks to each generation of Mr. Fell, well, at least, occasionally.
But there were two generations of Fell and Crowley without contact in the middle, and people may suspect that the Crowley family has emigrated - not in the UK anyway.
Of course, even if people are given several times more space for reverie, they will not find out the friendly Mr. Fell has never changed for 400 years, and the sharp-spoken red-haired man is the same as the first known one.
Perhaps when Maggie told Nina this story , she didn't expect that maybe many years ago, Mr.Fell once congratulated her grandmother on giving birth to her father, and maybe the man named Crowley was there too.They came to give a gift together,then witnessed the birth of another generation of new life on this street.
And also the next generation, also many previous generations.
——Of course, all of the above are my fantasies. It is stll unknown whether Aziraphale and Crowley have really had so much contact with people on the street, but I believe, at some time in the past, now or future, at the second floor of A.Z.Fell&Co. in front of the window, there must be an angel and a demon, standing side by side, looking at the human and world they love.
Just like in the past, they stood on the wall of Eden and looked at Adam and Eve, which was walking towards the wilderness.
#good omens#good omens series 2#good omens spoilers#so romantic but so lonely#they have each other anyway
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can’t talk about it
[ID: Black and white comic of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic starts with the sounds "thud, thud, click". Vash, mid-action of peeling an apple, turns to the sound, noticing who it was that entered, and says, "Oh, Wolfwood, you're back." He resumes back to his apple in the next panel as he speaks, "Where'd you go? You snuck out of bed quickly this morning..." Wolfwood's hand then enters the panel, hovering over Vash's cheek and Vash looks up as Wolfwood asks, "Can I?" Vash responds, "Not going to talk about it?" while using a hand to gently hold Wolfwood's hovering hand and presses a kiss to his inner palm.
Vash then gets up fully, setting down the knife down on the table and the apple onto a plate, He leans into Wolfwood as Wolfwood explains, "Had to meet someone. Nothing interesting to talk about." Vash kisses Wolfwood's left cheek and a hand moves to cup his other cheek while muttering, "You're being vague." Wolfwood says neutrally, "If yer really that curious, keep askin'. We can talk about that instead of doing this." Vash leans back and responds, "Let's talk after, since... You look so tired."
The panel pans to a close up of Wolfwood's downcast eyes, bags heavy underneath his eyes. He doesn't allow Vash to sit in that moment for long though, then saying, "Yer not helping, Spikey. Being all slow with it... I could fall asleep right now." He moves his hand to start unclasping Vash's coat, starting from his collar. Vash with red cheeks, responds briskly, "Oh, shut up. I'm worried about you. I can't be worried?"
The final shot shows Wolfwood's back to the viewer while Vash's softened expression can be seen as he holds gently onto the side of Wolfwood's face and a hand firm on his waist. Wolfwood responds, "I'm fine, seriously," pausing for a moment before continuing, "Is it okay to still..?" Vash responds, "Yeah, it's okay."
The next image is a shot from later that night after the previous comic. Vash and Wolfwood are now in bed, half naked. Wolfwood's buries his face into Vash's chest, his arms wrapped around him, while Vash is petting at his hair. Vash reminds him, "Hey. You said we'd talk about it." Wolfwood pauses for a moment before piping up, "In the morning? I'm sleepy." Vash says, "Okay..."
The next two pages start from the morning after. Wolfwood is already fully awake, pulling on his outer jacket as he says to Vash, whos' still bundled in his blankets, "Breakfast is on the table. Make sure to eat it. I'm going to grab some things in town and then we're leavin'. Got it?" Vash says, "Mh." Wolfwood responds, "Good. See ya in a bit." The dialogue starts to shift into Vash's inner thoughts now, as he gets up and eats toast, thinking, "Wait. Weren't we supposed to... talk about it?" The next shot then shows him fully up, meeting Wolfwood in town. He carries a half worried expression with him while Wolfwood slides on his glasses for him. A quick panel shows Wolfwood's tired expression from the night before and quickly juxtaposes with Wolfwood in front of him who's smiling gently, the shades covering his eye bags. Wolfwood asks him, "Still not awake yet?" Vash pauses, his thoughts stirring, thinking, "Oh. I guess I was getting ahead of myself... thinking you owe me that kind of honesty." He smiles at Wolfwood and responds, "I'm awake!" His thoughts continue, "Maybe one day, you'd trust me enough to share your burdens."
The final image shows Wolfwood pulling at Vash's cheek and Vash complains, "Owwwww why..." Wolfwood quickly says, "You were thinking something stupid, right? It's all over yer face." Vash mutters, "Nooo, I wasn't..." END ID]
#vashwood#trigun#trigun maximum#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#Theyre both thoroughly exhausted tired individuals -- vash having to fight this lonely battle for over a hundred years and getting dragged#back into inevitable situation with knives after a 2 years hiatus of being a gunslinger. they both need so much Rest and comfort in this#department... .SIGHS. BUT I JUST THINK ABOUT WOLFWOOD . AND HOW... LITTLE He has existed on no man's land. how majority of his years being#alive is being used as a weapon and to kill when him at his very core is the most giving and selfless individual ever#badlands rumble inspired me a bit but i do think wolfwood gets dragged into occasional tasks from the eye of michael while on his duty of#guiding vash -- or i think that one chapter where we got to see other members of eom -- there's like a clear division within the eom too#i think.... so i figured similarly to vash but not to the same amount -- there are people that look for wolfwood too. but most of the time#it's probably wolfwood that has to look for someone else and take them out. i feel like it happens ever so occasionally.#evidentially these two don't talk enough canonically but they always know how to express things properly to affirm that they're okay#they have the worst time ever sharing burdens - can't willingly burden the other and has neeever asked for help or reprieve in their#desperate situations... vw is a huge case of right person wrong time syndrome so they just. in the time they get to spend together -- even#if romantically - they don't have enough time to heal to get over that kind of hurdle. They've just never asked for help in all the years#they've been alive -- they don't even know how to and its just aughhhsgskg#and well! they don't even need to ask! because they'll be there for each other anyway at the end of the day -- company and presence alone.#ruporas art
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Honestly I'm glad that the aro community is moving from "we still love our friends and family we're not heartless!" to "we don't need to make up for our lack of romantic attraction with other forms of love" because yeah, our platonic and/or familial relationships are not romance-lite or a substitute for romantic love and a lot of aros reject the idea of love altogether. So yeah fuck trying to appeal to alloromantic people with the whole "we swear we're normal" thing. I don't need to make sense to anyone
Either you accept me as I am whether you understand me or not or you leave me the fuck alone
#aro#aromantic#arospec#not to mention my already existing struggle with connecting to people which was a problem before i even knew i was aro#and probably isn't related to it and has more to do with my history of rocky friendships full of dissapointment and letdowns#so my lack of romantic feelings are not to blame for my antisocial tendencies#of course there definetly are aros who are lonely souls like me and their aromanticism is connected to that but guess what#they don't owe you shit either and are not ''proof'' that aromanticism is miserable and lonely#those of us who are alone are not ''proof'' that we're incomplete without romance
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did you know that coo is canonically lonely? {shipaganza prompt by @veveisveryuncool}
#my art#my comics#starstruck dee#coo kirby#🎀💖#i think it would be hard being nocturnal when all your friends are diurnal and go to sleep early! i think it WOULD be lonely#in my headcanons waddle dees generally tend to go to bed early. like many other things about her starstruck's an outlier in that regard#she's often up at night stargazing when she can't sleep; but she is also the sort to tucker out suddenly and crash#also i think that coo CAN have a cozy little tree hollow with amenities! and stairs; so that his non-winged friends can visit anytime!#and the important one: is this canon to her storyline? not sure. i think... unlikely. but even if it was it might be a bit one-sided.#he's unlikely to confess to her (awake) face and she's dense as lead. you need to be really upfront with her or you'll get nowhere.#anyway. did i do it?? is this 💝Rhomance💝?#what if i wrote a four and a half page comic where coo the owl pined over my oc?? could anybody stop me? i think not!#“romantic comic about an owl and a circle” <- another banger comment left by veve and i think it about sums it up
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Okay what if the winners got to meet previous versions of themselves through the life games.
Like grian meets no one. He didn't have any previous "versions".
Scott meets 3rd life Scott.
Pearl meets 3rd life and last life pearl.
Martyn meets 3rd life, last life and double life Martyn.
Scar meets 3rd life, last life, double life and lim life him-
This whole thing was an idea that I got just because I was thinking about ll and sl scar because they were both so lonely like wtf and I just though about a scene that would be so. Grips chair.
Ll: "We won?"
Sl: "Yeah"
Ll: "Did we have allies? Friends?"
Ll scar probably thinks sl scar won only because he had allies to support him. He knows what its like being lonely and he hopes no one has to go through that loneliness. And he wants to be optimistic for once that sl scar, future him, gets allies, gets friends.
He tries to hope and then he sees the look on sl scars face. Or maybe sl scar tries to lie- maybe he tries to say they had allies.
Ll scar sees right through him. He's him after all. Maybe he's always gonna he lonely anyway
#im being insane give me a momebt#also i forgot pearl wasnt jn 3rd life but its okay. she was in 3rd life to me <3#ALSO? THE POTENTIAL OF 3RDLIFE SCAR? AND DOUBLE LIKE AND LIM LIFE SCAR?#3rd life scar is optimistic. he thinks its okay! grian is his ally in the fjture too right? he wins with grian?#no other scar wants to look him in the eye becayse they all remember the allyship they had with grian thay crumbled in ll#and that got completely destroyed in double life.#double life scar doesnt want to tell 3rd life scar and tell him grian doesnt care. he cant do that to himself.#tell his younger and more optimistic self that grian doesnt want them as his soulmates... that he would rather sneak off with skmeone else..#and lim life scar. he was excited for the future because he did have friends! he had allies jn lim life- but seeing sl scar?#seeing how they just go back to being alone again?#its soul crushing.#(inserting my aroace angst here: is he really that unlovable? is his lack of romantic love so unappealing?#does no one want him? does no one but himself love him?#does he himself even love him? can he? seeing how miserable they all are it feels hard and lonely#lim life scar probably wants to comfort them all- but isnt it sad that the only person to comfort him would be himself?#) okay im done being insane goodbye-#stiff talk#gtws
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Tragedy of Spring, a re-imagination of the myth of Hades and Persephone
Gouache on hot press watercolour paper, ~14,8 x 21 cm
A little personal victory, even though I could probably do better in digital... (the understated pleasure of being able to hold your work on your hands though! 😊)
#greek myth#re-imagination of myth#Hades#Persephone#hades and persephone#illustration#traditional art#traditional illustration#gouache painting#gouache#gouache illustration#art only tag#a re-imagination where Hades isn't an asshole#it's spring so his girlfriend just left and he's feeling lonely#so he's being dramatic in front of a carving of Persephone#it's the only thing that has green in the Underworld when she's gone...terribly romantic#anyway scanning traditional art?? terrible affair omg I did my best
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「いかないで」
arataka reigen/reader angst and fluff
vent
× × ×
You're leaving again.
'It's just a short trip,' you'd assured him. 'I'll be back in a week.' 'I'll be back before you know it.' 'I'll be safe.' 'I won't die.'
He knows you'll be alright. He knows you'll be safe. He knows you'll be back in a week. He knows you won't die, but he can't— he can't get those horrible, horrible thoughts of you dying in unimaginably terrible ways out of his head. He knows you'll be okay, but he can't stop thinking about why, how, you might not be.
The two of you sit on those cold airport chairs, the metal chilling his skin. He holds your hand in a bruising grip, his knuckles white. He breathes hard, struggling to keep himself from crying. He shouldn't cry. He shouldn't cry.
Your suitcase sits in front of you as you scroll mindlessly on your phone, not paying attention to him. It's so cold. The steel of the chair is so cold. The air-conditioning is so cold. Why are you so cold to him right now?
Your hand is warm. Your thumb caressing the back of his hand is nice. You're nice. You're warm. You shouldn't leave. Why do you need to leave? Don't go.
He hears the words of the airport attendant over the speaker, announcing that the last flight of the day was prepared to be boarded. He panics, a tremor coming to his hands, his eyes growing wet and glassy with tears. He blinks them away before you can see.
You switch off your phone. You get up and off the chair, taking your luggage in a hand and beginning to walk off. His hand slips from yours, and he scrambles to follow.
He's too slow. He's too slow to follow you.
He stares at you as you walk. He stares as that god forsaken bag rolls across the smooth marble floors, making a sound so grating and horrid it makes him want to rip his ears from his head.
He shouldn't cry. He wants to stop you. He wants you to stay. He wants to say those words, he really, really wants to say those words.
'Don't go.'
As the doors slide shut, hiding you from view, he can't hold it in anymore.
He falls to his knees, burying his head in his hands. He cries, he sobs, he begs you to stay, knowing that you aren't here anymore, knowing you can't hear him.
He knows you'll be back. He knows you'll be fine. He knows you won't die. He knows you'll be safe. He knows you'll be fine when you come back. He knows when you'll come back.
Do you not like him? Do you hate him? Why do you have to leave?
He knows why. He can't come along. He wishes, he begs to whatever god is merciful, but none of them listen.
You're leaving again.
He knows he shouldn't cry. He really, really shouldn't cry, but he still, so selfishly, wants to say those words to you.
'Don't go.'
It's so cold. Why is it so cold? Why is the airport so empty? Why is it so dark?
Why can't you stay?
He dries his eyes, leaving the airport. The night is cold, silent, as if judging him. He's being so childish, crying and worrying over a week-long separation. He shouldn't cry.
The floor seems to swim and shift underneath his feet, as if trying to knock him to the ground. The night is falling apart. His vision is blurry. His head hurts. His hands shake. His knees tremble.
He boards the bus, sitting down on the cold plastic seats. He shouldn't cry. He shouldn't cry.
He checks his messages excessively, looking at your empty chat for hours, staring at the illuminated words on the bright screen.
'I'll be back soon!'
He imagines watching you lying down in a hospital bed. He imagines watching you pass on. He imagines your funeral. He imagines your gravestone. He imagines feeling the rough stone underneath his fingertips as he caresses it. He imagines bringing flowers to your grave. He imagines bringing your favourite food to your grave. He imagines crying at your grave. He imagines his tears wetting the soil. He imagines how lonely he'll be without you.
That night, he cries himself to sleep.
× × ×
You look so happy in those pictures you send him.
You're smiling. You're laughing. You're grinning.
You're so much more attractive than usual. You're so much more pretty than usual. Your eyes sparkle so much more than usual. Your hair is so much more shiny than usual. Your smile is so much more radiant than usual.
He stares at the pictures for hours.
He dreads the cold nights. He dreads the lonely mornings. He misses you.
He doesn't go to work all week. He stays at home, sitting in his cold, cold room, the blankets and coats and sweaters and scarves doing nothing. He's so cold without you. Why did you have to leave? You're so warm, and he's so cold. Why did you have to leave?
He doesn't eat, he barely sleeps, just staring at those pictures you sent him. Staring at your happy face, staring at your beaming smile. Staring at you.
Why are you so happy without him? Why don't you seem to miss him? What did he do wrong? Do you not love him? Why do you hate him?
He misses you. He loves you so, so much. He wants you to come back.
He counts the minutes. He counts the hours. He counts every minute you don't message him, and he counts every minute that you do. He counts every minute you call him, and he counts every minute you don't.
Seven more days. Six more days.
He misses you.
Five more days. Four more days.
He misses you.
Three more days. Two more days.
He misses you.
One more day.
He misses you.
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It's the last day. He's ecstatic, a wide, dopey grin plastered on his face as he quickly showers the first time that week and changes into something presentable. It's all for you.
He runs to the bus when you message that you're reaching soon. He sprints, almost falling over, scrambling up the bus's stairs and settling, shaking, into a cold plastic seat. He's still so, so cold without you. You're so warm, and he's going to be able to feel your heat again.
He stumbles out of the bus, almost falling over as he runs as fast as he can into the cold airport, almost slipping on the cold, smooth marble floors. He sits in the cold metal chair, waiting impatiently. He checks his messages obsessively, watching that live location thing you'd sent him. He watches as your little icon glides slowly across the path. It feels like it goes on forever.
You finally arrive.
He scrambles out of his seat, sprinting towards the doors as they slide open and you slip through. He runs into you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing, squeezing so hard it pushes the air out of your lungs and leaves purple bruises on your skin.
He holds the back of your head in a tight, crushing hand, running his fingers through your hair. He buries his face in your hair, breathing in your shampoo. He's breathing heavily, and his breathing quickens further when you give a tight hug in return, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
He's shaking, you notice. His grip is tight, crushing, bruising, and he doesn't let go for a long, long time.
When he finally does, though, he lets out a long, slow sigh, his grip loosening a little as he puts some distance in between the two of you, just enough for him to look at your face. He cradles your cheek, his expression calm, calmer than you've ever seen it before.
"I missed you," he says simply, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, pressing his palm to your face as you smile at him. "I missed you too."
Those words make him feel good, make him feel better than he's ever felt. You missed him. You missed him even though you were having so much fun. You still love him.
Your eyes light up.
"I got you a gift," you say excitedly, rummaging through your bag. You pull out a small box, about the size of your palm. He takes it from you almost immediately, ripping the cover off.
It's a bracelet. A small, silver one, elegant chain wrapping around winding branches. Gemstones line the sparkling metal. He struggles to get it on, his fingers shaky and his movements fast, almost frantic.
You laugh in amusement. "You like it?"
He envelops you in a crushing hug again, muttering and mumbling as his grip tightens around you. "I love it," you hear, barely intelligible. "I love you. Oh, I love you..."
He releases you from the suffocating hug, his hands on the small of your back.
"Can we go for ramen now?" He asks, almost begs. He's starving, not having eaten a proper meal for a week. "Please? Anata?"
Your heart flutters at the sound of him using that pet name for you. It's so, so rare to hear him calling you anything other than your name. You don't mind it, of course, but this is a... Pleasant surprise.
You smile. "Of course."
His dopey grin widens as he takes your hand in a bruising grip, leading you out of the airport and to his favourite ramen shop.
He's warm.
#vent#Spotify#im gonna vent in the tags <3 really feeling this one boys#ive never related to a song this much. i havent even experienced romantic attraction before#it feels so stupid. i feel so stupid#theres so many things going on in my life and i cant#i cant keep track of any of them.#i get plenty of love. i have good friends. i have a good mum and a cool dad.#why cant i accept their love?#its so perfect. its so perfect. my life is perfect; flawless. why cant i see that?#why do i want to die?#...#it really breaks me how simple that sentence is.#「いかないで。」#no kanji. no fancy pronouns. nothing.#like a child.#reigen arataka#arataka reigen#angst#reigen x reader#arataka reigen x reader#reigen arataka x reader#did anyone leave? no. im just lonely
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alright i'm gonna need tumblr to stop showing me cute couples content immediately or i'm gonna start throwing hands
#i am SO LONELY#the biggest hopeless romantic#someone please fall in love with me :(#i'm begging at this point#my thoughts#romance#couple#love#dating#intimacy
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*inhale*
SP3CTRE IS MY HOMMIE. MY PAL. I WANNA KEEP TALKING TO HER. I WANT HER TO BE HAPPY. I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO MY BODY. I WANT TO KEEP HER COMPANY. I WANT HER TO LAUGH. I WANT TO HEAR HER TALK ABOUT NOTHING AS WE SIT IN A DARK CABIN TOGETHER. I WANT TO BANTER.
*exhale* Anyways yeah guys I'm enjoying pristine cut
#slay the princess#stp spoilers#ch.3 spectre#I am not calling sp3ctre “dragon” I'm waiting for a better fandom name#anyways#networked wild never made me feel as whole as sp3ctre does#I think I'm just lonely ngl#but it's just so simple and easy#like an old friend you've finally met again and you're just basking in the shared company#it doesn't have to be *romantic* in that way. you just exist. and that's enough#I seriously needed to get that off my chest#txt post#ramble
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Are you two dating?
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#lego monkie kid#lego monkie kid fanart#monkie kid#monkie kid fanart#lmk#lmk fanart#lmk mayor#monkie kid mayor#lmk macaque#monkie kid macaque#blue and violet#I just wanna say that this was hilarious to draw guys#these two are such dumbasses#they do not like each other and yet they contradict themselves so much#Mayor does not like Macaque because of his traitorous past but they really do still he leaning against this monkey like a pillow#why? he is warm#that is their only excuse#and Macaque is like “lmao imagine being with this guy- could not be me”#and at the same time he LITERALLY has his tail around the Mayor#look at these two#leaning against each other- ITS GOING TO GO TO A POINT WHERE THESE TWO FAKE BEING A COUPLE FOR THOSE COUPLE DISCOUNTS ON VALENTINES#that would be Macaque's idea of course because he loves a good discount but he is lonely as fuck#and Mayor is just there for the ride because why not#these two would cause drama at IKEA on purpose#and do all of these other domestic romantic couple things and chalk it up to 'average homie behaviour'#this is actually just reminding me of casino cups devildice at this point if any of you understand this reference-
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I just remembered if you flirt with Burke at the beginning of the game, he sends you love letters. Now I'm just imagining Butch finding out about this, and getting either extremely jealous or just laughing his ass off over how disgustingly cheesy they are.
#Luna would probs be like#''He was more romantic than you ever were so...''#she keeps them because she finds it funny but also because those are the only love letters shes ever gotten. they stay!#just for fun#fallout 3#fo3#fallout#lone wanderer
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yasaka (miss psychological warfare) being entirely bamboozled by mitsumi working at face value is pretty amusing ngl
#not yet fully absorbed what this chapter told us about yasaka tbh. but whilst she does want to 'win' the guys#the impact that has on her relationship with girls is actually pretty fascinating. say... the thing with the cinema tickets#did she ignore the implications or genuinely not realise them wrt his gf? because sure it could be the former but if it's the latter#then her struggling to build relationships with girls is more a cycle that feeds into it itself than sth intended maliciously#and is weirdly something she'd have in common with mitsumi in terms of missing undertones.#but also yasaka only picking up what she's focusing on (winning) and reading malicious intent into interactions with other girls#means that she's so ill-equipped when it comes to making relationships with /anyone/ frankly#which is fascinating when she's first presented as this more savvy character. her choosing to try + wade into the undertones#has just left her /lonely/. (also. the boy stuff being about 'winning' rather than any kind of lasting romantic relationship is hm.)#skip to loafer#stl manga spoilers#she's weirdly reminding me of that chara from blue flag I'm blanking on the name of rn#(which also ties into how if yasaka just ignores the implications wrt his gf is she actually in the wrong for that necessarily?#friends can go to the cinema together after all. it being construed as some kind of cheating/date by society simply because#they're a girl and boy going together is kinda... yeah.)
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#billy joel#academia#dark academia#romantic academia#romantic aesthetic#academia aesthetic#aesthetic#spotify#i need a lobotomy#i'm so fucking lonely#Spotify
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if you like ling and greed the most… have you perhaps considered… shipping greedling? 👀
Bold of you to assume I don't ship whatever the fuck Greed x Ling x Ed have going on at the same time
#there is just something about the 'dude that takes over your body that turns out is extremely lonely and just wants love' trope#believe me i ship them believe me very hard#greed was too hot to die it's a loss for the bisexual community (the bisexual community being ling and ed)#ed saying he knows ling is in there. ed telling greed to become allies. dude be pulling both he doesn't even think about it huh#greed is just so gay for these two i can't even put it into words maybe what he truly needed were friends and 2 boyfriends#and ling is so in love with them too like look me in the eyes and tell me his last scene with greed wasn't extremely romantic#jumping off a bridge honestly these three live in my mind rent free#fmab#greedling#edling#edgreed#?? i am guessing that's the ship name i am new here okay
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You said that if you dated Peter or Wade it would make you miserable. Which– Okay fair, Wade does have a history of purposely hurting the people he loves.
But what about Peter? Why do you think dating him would make you miserable?
because I’ll always know I had the option to climb a 6’8 cyborg and I passed that up for a sweaty little twunk that I perpetually have to remind to bathe (sorry peter)
#I don’t know. I don’t think peter is good boyfriend material. I think his insecurities would get exhausting.#Wade has bottomless patience. me… I don’t know. I don’t think I could. I’ve got my own stuff going on. I don’t want a Project.#peter is definitely a project. and he needs someone with shed loads of patience and perseverance.#me I just. I wanna have a good time. so. come to me my big beautiful time traveller. whisk me away.#take me to the beach. you can disappear after I don’t mind I’m not needy. just spend a beautiful romantic week with me.#sci speaks#I don’t really know what kind of person I’m compatible with really actually.#all my relationships have been. pretty short.#and I don’t think it’s any fault of my own really. and I don’t feel any loss over them at all. like at all. I wish I did. but I don’t.#a sci has so very thankfully never felt heartbreak.#but it makes me kind of question what kind of person I am when it comes to this sort of thing.#because I really don’t know.#I don’t know if I want commitment. I don’t even know if I want sex these days.#I … weirdly… am so devoid of yearning these days. like I feel content right now on my own. I don’t even feel lonely.#I used to yearn but I think I’ve moved past it. and I kind of just want to have a good time.#and that doesn’t even . involve a relationship or anything anymore. like I don’t think I want one actually. it feels like I’m Over it.#it’s kind of great because I’ve never felt so calm in a long time. all because I decided that I don’t. actually Need anything.#I don’t need anything more than what I have. and that’s brought me rest after So Long being restless.#but if a massive time traveller came and whisked me away on sexy adventures how could I say no
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Thinking about queerplatonic Calf1sh….
#hear me out chat. hear me out#yes I do love romantic calf1sh BUT the idea of Callie and Acht living their lives together as besties is so so fantastic to m#*me#Callie finding a friend outside of Marie and receiving a new form of support in her life. Acht finding their first true friend on the#surface outside of marina pearl and agent 8. do you hear me. do you hear me chat#them bonding over wanting all the issues in their life to go away-Callie relating to Acht’s desire to focus solely on music and wanting a#close friend in their life (headcanon territory-I imagine Acht is hella lonely after marina leaves)#Acht relating to Callie’s stress and wanting to escape her life of fame to the point where she’d let herself be changed#yes this can play into romantic calf1sh too but it hits different when they’re queerplatonic imo#this all being said-I love both so much OUGH#speaklax#calf1sh#callie splatoon#callie cuttlefish#acht mizuta#dedf1sh#Splatoon
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