#they are childhood sweet hearts

[cakepoppresent]

First day of Grayson moving into his University dorm. His boyfriend Gideon came to help him get settled.

[bunnithechubs]

i cried making these and so did jack louis...

[a-n-i-m-a-t-i-o-n]

I love this man so muuuuuuch ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️

[rocketqueen1989x]

my heart breaks every time I see axl as a kid

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking childhood friend!sugu thoughts 😔😔

[nnikkouren]

source: www.tumblr.com/nnikkouren

[chamomile-soup]

thinking about legacy (aka who knew paternal instinct could override a crazy homicidal god complex) and it got me thinking. how is sora going to react to fighting riku's dad (245234 times) if this is the same dude who babysat them? this dude? who gets sunburnt after .000001 seconds in the sun despite living on a tropical island?? you're telling me it's the same guy who has a bigass god complex and the omnicide to match?? and then he just calmed down and peaced tf out to an island paradise? also ever crisis miniroth looks like riku btw.

[fated-mates]

A classic among classics, we’re talking ENEMIES TO LOVERS this week! We get to the bottom of what we think of as “enemies,” and how it differs from “rivals-to-lovers” and “friends-to-enemies-to-lovers” and “friends-to-lovers” (jk, we’ll never understand friends-to-lovers). We revisit some of our very favorite romances, talk about stakes, about impossible situations, and about how sexy hating someone can be.

[wewontbesleeping]

"sweet tea in the summer" and "you can get by on sweet tea and god's graces" and "tire swings and summer dreams, honeysuckle on the breeze, wilson county creek" and "i hit my peak at seven feet in the swing over the creek" and "still got your laugh, your ghost, your jacket" and "though i can't recall your face i still got love for you" and "you can crash and burn and come back someone new" and "before i learned civility i used to scream ferociously" and "i'm a little smarter, my heart's a little harder, but it's still soft enough to cry" and "you won't have to cry or hide in the closet"

[dreamersbcll]

“Sweet Nothing”

for my @dxcinhx

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There was something peculiar about the Carpenter sisters. Sam knew it, as did Tara.

From the outside looking through, the girls were quiet, stoic people. Dark hair and pursed lips, with eyes that begged to be known. Not many got close to either, as Sam snapped like a feral dog at anyone who tried. It was clear that Tara was the only thing she cared about.

It was evident in her actions. Sam Carpenter was rough around the edges, with a permanent frown on her face, her muscles constantly tensing for a fight bound to come her way. Her rough hands were calloused from years of digging herself out of her early grave, smothered in blood that seemingly dripped whenever she went. The girl was constantly upright and watching, taking inventory of her surroundings.

The end was always coming. Everyone around them was always up to something. The sisters took their pushing and shoving because no matter what, they would always find their way back to each other.

Sam’s calloused hands met Tara’s soft ones, both holding onto each other as their lives depended on it. Without one, there was no other— take away one, and the dominos fell out of line. She knows that every scar on her hands was from constantly ripping away from people and running, yet her baby sister clung onto her like she couldn’t let go. It was sobering to know that even on her worst day, Tara still treated her like she put the moon and the stars in the night sky.

If Tara asked, Sam would never let night fall. She would ensure the sun always shined, the warm light constantly bathing her sister in its golden goodness. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for the one who captured her heart.

Though she had the pressure of being a legacy tying her down, Sam still felt capable of love. There was no doubt that even though the weight of her last name crushed her, she would still be able to rise above. Tara made sure always to be the one to hold all Sam’s grief, take care of it, and love it just as much as she loved all of Sam. Despite all the torture and abuse she had faced, she was still too soft for this world. Her little one made sure to take care of it.

But love was a fickle thing. For Sam, it was easy, as the moment she laid eyes on her baby sister, that was it. She was hooked. For Tara, love was different. It was the little things that Sam did- such as the way she braided Tara’s hair or hugged her when she was sad. It ensured that Tara had a packed lunch daily and a story read to her at night. It was everything that kept her alive and kept her held down.

Sam loved Tara despite her flaws. There was nothing that Tara could do that Sam couldn’t handle. It was the most freeing thing to be loved unconditionally, always having a safety net to fall back on. Sam had no qualms about Tara’s flaws and quirks; she loved her and loved them. Her big sister asked nothing from her, not even love. She didn’t know what she did to deserve this, but she wouldn’t let it go.

There were nights when Sam screamed at the sky, clawing at the air. She hung onto the earth by the strain of white knuckles and jaw stiffly clenched. Tara still chose to love her and loosened her grip with a touch of her hand.

And though Tara faced seas of uncertainty and vast loneliness, Sam never left her side. She pressed close to her sister, promising never to go despite what Tara thought of herself.

The two were night and day, one pulling the waves from the shore and the other giving in. Balance was easy when the two walked the line together. There was nothing the pair couldn’t handle as long as their fingertips grazed across each other's skin.

Love is radical and ever-changing. The moon begs to be loved. The sun rises each day to shine upon the moon’s surface, lighting her up from within.

No matter what, the sisters had each other, and they would never let go.

[killuaisaprincess]

iced bun

“Happy Mother’s Day, Leorio.”

There’s silence on the other end for a second, just buzzing, before a loud yell.

“WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN?!”

Killua holds back a giggle, and he can hear Leorio grumbling and mumbling on the other side.

Killua sniffs, putting on his best wobbly voice.

“W-What? Nanika and Alluka d-did it for me…”

“Fine. Thanks, kid. Now stop messing with me and get some rest! Doctor's Orders!”

Killua’s eyes water and he looks at Gon, wailing.

“G-Gon… L-Leorio… actually cares about m-me…”

Leorio can hear his blubbering through the phone, and he isn’t sure if Killua is still trolling him or is serious.

“O-Of course, I do!”

[moonilit]

something I really appreciate about seven is its constant subversion of expectations, it lay down the fundamentals of a well known trope then flip it at its head. Its really incredibly simple story telling that keep the player engaged, simple trick but effective lol

Cloud is this well trained will hounded Ex- SOLDIER, old best buddy with Sephiroth the war hero- Except he is not

Aerith is the last living Cetra, steward of the planet- except she knows nothing about being one and more concerned about her love life and fun

Cloud and Aerith fit the knight and princess trope to be the game romance- Except they are not

The Cetra are the stewards of the planet, they made materia and can talk with the planet itself, they must been benevolent and wise- Except the were intolerant and selfish, they had their ears everywhere

Heck even Sephiroth and us fall into one of these twists, JENOVA is sephiroth mother, she tells him so, she is an Cetra too- Except she is not

and so one like its really a simple trick, tell you/ show you something they know you will assume things out of then twist it and its like fun little trick while writing, fitting for a story that targets teens too

[trapper-faggot]

So I have a system playlist, where at least most of us have 2-3 songs each

Genuinely love listening to this, hadn't given it a full listen in ages but did last night and im starting it over

I love that we start with rainbow connection, the whole playlist is in chronological order

[blood-loving-leech]

not gonna dox myself by linking this or saying this sweet pups name but this is the best doggo ever, he belonged to the zoo i went to as a child near my house, he performed in the zoos conservation awareness shows as the dog version of indiana jones, riding planes and balloons over the outdoor theater and saving endangered animals and he was an AMAZING ACTOR

AND THEY HAD TO PUT HIM DOWN

I AM SOBBING MY EYES OUT

I LOVED THIS DOG HE WAS AMAZING HE IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE A LEGEND

they’re raising money to make a life size statue of him in the outdoor theater and he will be forever missed

[eye-of-yelough]

i haven’t even talked about his backstory yet and im currently tweaking it anyway but whatever here’s Aeryn’s foster parents, sister and the warlock who mentored him after he killed them

which i’m kinda on the fence about. on one hand, it gives him those fun gortash parallels, i mean obviously he didn’t grow up in The Hells like gort did, but it gives them enough “oh yes, that highly specific childhood experience from dealing with Infernals, i had that too!” and of course gives me an easier time figuring out how his pact came to be.

on the other hand. do i really want to give Yet Another authority figure who mistreated him. because a lot of aeryn’s uhh Whole Deal is because he’s just never been treated as an equal or shown unconditional love by anyone. which on its own isn’t too “cringy” of a character trait but like. another asshole? really? it’s getting a little unrealistic. (is coming up with a backstory for an alien child of the god of murder)

anyway i think if he DID spend a good few years with this warlock guy he would’ve found out about his Heritage way before joining the cult, which he doesn’t do until quite a bit later than most durges. probably around 20. and i think that heritage is why his patron (great old one in case you’re wondering) took interest.

[brightsuzaku]

I just read that one of the oldest recipes recorded for sweet tea (with ice cubes, the kind from the southern US) was made with green tea, originally. Apparently, green tea was the most popular tea in the US, before the US entered World War II.

We'd then switched to black tea at that point, and so now that's why what you see as iced tea or sweet tea uses black tea!

So now, I gotta look that recipe up, and make some for myself when I get the time to do so!