#ugh i love him with my whole heart

[i-love-def-leppard]

me on a daily basis ^

[sysig]

They’re both so cute, what’s up with that (Patreon)

[booplopp]

excuse me your honor but these lawyers are gay

[inkykeiji]

kissing his teeth one by one, dragging my tongue along their edges in one slow, single lave, murmuring into his frozen tears that i love him, so much

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Y'all paper games really said "Kay gets Greyson as a present for Zayne's birthday" and they didn't have to do that for me but they DID and all I can say is

THANK YOU PG I LOVE YOU. YOU GAVE ME THE PUSH TO GO BACK TO TURNING MY LAYOUT INTO A GREYSON ONE YOU'RE AMAZING 💙🩵💙🩵

[imperial-evolution]

Listening to my AlicebanD playlist always takes me a million billion years. It's 2hrs long but every other song is so good that I put it on loop for hours at a time

[dramarants]

it's telling the way ttj smiled at lss after their last night together in his dream, not a single drop of bittersweetness or regret or mourning for what could be, he is fully content knowing that though his end is near, he has faith in his choice and that some part of lss still loves him despite everything in the world outside. that man is truly at peace with it all and, somehow, I gotta be too

[orcelito]

Like I think peak Naruto for me was the episode after Asuma died where we followed Shikamaru around as he processed and grieved. It was all just daily life, but it was so heavy and GOOD. And then afterwards, with his plan to counter Hidan. Just. It was the Peak.

Meanwhile here we are, the ten tails summed (despite the fact that it's supposed to require the eight tails and nine tails too?? But it only has a portion of their chakra??? But that's enough for some reason???? Idfk the logic does not make sense) and everything is so high stakes and there are world shaking explosions over and over and over again and Honestly the kyuubi is fuckin carrying them through this fight, they'd be Absolutely Fucked without him, but even he's gotta have a limit right??? He said the ten tails is much stronger than him. So what the fuck are they supposed to do???? I'm tired of the huge stakes and the constant increasing of power (this isn't even including Kaguya, which I'm Really not looking forward to for how bullshit it is)

I'm watching it anyways. Because I want to finally be able to say I've finished naruto. But God I can really feel why I never finished it throughout all these years. Ugh!!!!!!

[thefanciestborrower]

Bit of a random thought but out of all the ninja I can see Cole being the one who was the most careful and worried whenever they shrunk down when they first started because he’s the strongest and has had a history of not knowing his own strength at times (ie lava arms). Like at first he would be too scared to even touch a shrunken teammate.

But now? Now Cole is well aware of his own strength and limits and is now the most grabby, over the top of all the other ninja whenever someone is smaller (though everyone still knows he’s still the most careful)

YES YES ANON YOU GET IT Cole is simply, the gentlest man. He’s incredibly aware how strong he is and as a result actually tends to be the most delicate when handling the others a such a small size. He definitely was afraid to pick them up properly for a bit and would usually just let them climb onto his hands themselves, but as time went on and he got more used to things he absolutely got very playful. Now he knows exactly how much pressure he can apply without hurting them and he especially loves pinning Jay down with a fingertip just to annoy him. If you’re in grabbing range expect to be yoinked at a moment’s notice lol cause hey! He just likes carrying his friends around. Wu definitely helped teach him how to handle his tiny teammates carefully and is so proud of how gentle Cole is because that’s not really an easy thing to master. 

[luxsea]

i heard karlachs monologue was rlly good but holy shit i genuinely dont think i'll be the same after that

[ifitsbritishimprobablyafan]

These bad takes on why Blitz is the worst person ever and Stolas is perfect lil bby who did nothing wrong ever are slowly killing me lol

[silverselfshippingchaos]

GOODNESS GRACIOUS....

[sweetpaintedladie]

my friend whose in college came to visit me while he’s on thanksgiving break and he found me a copy of playback by tom petty and the heartbreakers on vhs and i literally cannot comprehend how sweet that was 😭<3 it’s in such perfect condition too

[inkykeiji]

on the floor in a heap sobbing my lil heart out

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Could I request Arthur Conan Doyle x reader, where reader gets to go to his residence (think Atlantis scene where helga goes to invite Milo to see her boss, “I came down the chimney, ho-ho-ho” 😈 ) and even though they work for phantomhive, master ciel just thought Arthur would feel more relaxed if he had arm candy at his event and then also his fav hardworking maid gets a night off to look pretty? Thanks!

first of all omg I LOVE Atlantis~

second of all I love Arthur!!

I hope I did okay hehe! I tried to capture the overall vibe~ <3

When ARTHUR walks through the door to the sitting room in his own home and you light up the candle on the table beside you, a slight pang of guilt hits you. The man looks at you like he’s about to faint dead away ― can you blame him?

What really stops you from feeling too bad is that he recovers fairly quickly. While he still looks as if he’s seen a ghost, all wide eyes and slow movements and face white as a sheet, he doesn’t flee in terror. So you can sit there smiling, batting your eyelashes at him.

Thank you, Master Ciel, you find yourself thinking. This man looks like a very good time.

You cross one leg over the other. That a flash of your skin between your skirts and your stockings might have been briefly visible to Arthur is not your problem… and even less your problem if it flusters him.

“Welcome home, Dr. Doyle! You’re a bit late, you know.” You reach onto the table to lift up his latest, unfinished manuscript. A fingertip carefully flips through the pages as you give Arthur an innocent look. “I got so bored, I started thumbing through your new book.”

He’s a little stiff, taking a couple of hesitant steps toward you. “Yes, well, I was…” The question of why he’s explaining himself to an apparent intruder hits him suddenly, and you can read it on his face that he’s probably wishing he carried a gun. “Wh ― I ― who… who are you?”

Your head cants to one side. “My name is (Name) (Surname). I’ve been sent by Earl Ciel Phantomhive.”

“… I see.” Though, the one of his voice makes it clear he’s trying to put the pieces together. “Earl Ciel Phantomhive, who’s just invited me to a private party for reasons I have yet to fathom?”

“The very same. Thank you very much for receiving me.” You set the manuscript back down, making sure to place it far enough away from the candle that it isn’t in danger of being set aflame.

“Did I have a choice in the matter?” he mutters under his breath before taking a better look at you. You don’t miss the way his cheeks color a light pink. “You know, you could have come to my practice if this was urgent.”

You chuckle. “Goodness, no! It’s not urgent enough to interrupt the work of a doctor treating his patients.”

“In that case,” he sighs, “I would invite you to use the front door next time.”

You wish you could stop the smirk that forms on your lips. “Would I have gotten your undivided attention if I came to call on you the same way everybody else does?”

His eyes look exhausted when he looks at you again. A few more steps, and he offers you a bow of the head. Up close, you can see what he must truly be like. Ciel didn’t give you too many details other than the fact that he’s a doctor and a writer.

The Arthur you see close to you is a tired man, someone just trying to live his life and achieve his dreams. It’s obvious (to you, at least) by what’s written of his current book that he’s frustrated. That he’s at the edge of giving up on his dreams.

That your young master has sent you here has almost nothing to do with the fact that you don’t want Arthur to give up. The world needs dreamers, the world needs writers, the world needs Arthurs. It would be a tragedy if he just abandoned his passion as a waste of time; the next book he writes could become a classic for future generations.

“I suppose not exactly, no.” He takes a seat in the chair on the other side of the table, then runs a hand through his hair. (It looks even better a bit mussed up, in your opinion. There’s something endearing about a handsome man slightly disheveled after a long day of work.) “Alright, well. What does Lord Phantomhive want? And who are you that he’s sent you to chat with me?”

“Why, I’m the young master’s most favorite maid,” you reply with a grin. … Haha, sorry, Mey Rin. “My lord wants to ensure that you’ll be at the party, that’s all. It starts soon. He wasn’t sure if you’d come, what with all the other people in attendance being people you probably don’t know, so… he thought he would sweeten the pot, so to speak.”

With this, you uncross your legs and instead cross your ankles, so that you can lean forward without giving the good doctor an eyeful of your legs. Not that you think he would mind. “Consider me your company for the evening, my dear. Master Ciel seemed to be of the opinion that you might be more comfortable with someone on your arm. I know we don’t know each other, but I promise I’m far less intense than anyone else who will show up. Except, perhaps, for Mr. Phelps, but, well…” You bat your eyelashes again. “I’m a bit prettier than he is. No offense meant to him, of course.”

For a long moment, as Arthur stares at you, he appears for the first time to take in the fact that you’re dressed… elegantly. Whilst it’s not an overly fancy outfit, it’s the finest thing you own, courtesy of your young master. Perfect for a dinner party like the one he’s putting on. The gears turn in Arthur’s head for a bit longer, and he blinks rapidly several times in succession.

“W… wait, but… why in the world would Lord Phantomhive care if I attend this party of his? I-I… I was going to go, and keep to myself, as I don’t want to slight him… I just…” His face flushes again. Notably, he avoids your eyes. “I’m… a nobody. It doesn’t make any sense to me why he desperately wants me in attendance.”

Finally you get to your feet, and within a handful of short steps, you’ve reached to take Arthur’s hands in your own. “You’re not a nobody, Dr. Doyle. I can’t speak for myself as to why my master is so eager to have you present, but I do know that in the five minutes I’ve known you, you’ve got my interest. You never know what’s the next thing to change the world ― it could be an advance in technology or medicine, or it could be a mystery novel from the mind of a brilliant doctor who is the only thing holding himself back.”

You offer a smile before leaning to brush a soft kiss to his cheek. After that, you draw back, pull your hands away, (enjoying the shade of red his face turns), and turn with your back to him. The skirts of your dress billow behind you as you start to walk toward the parlor. “Now, there’s a carriage nearby which brought me, so I’ll have that round front once you’re properly dressed for the occasion. Take as much time as you need, but I should remind you that my master, in contrast to the rest of high society, views lateness as very unfashionable indeed. You don’t want him to be cross with me for not hurrying you along, do you?”

You’ve left Arthur stammering behind you, by the sounds of things. His face is probably just as red as it was a moment ago. “I-I… I, well, no… no, I’ll… I’ll go get myself together…”

“Wonderful. I look forward to continuing to get to know you over the course of the evening, Doctor.” Genuinely, you mean that. This man is not only good-looking, hardworking, and intelligent… he seems to have a kind heart and a creative spirit.

You’re just about to step out when you hear a shy, “(N-Name), wait…!”

You look over your shoulder and blink curiously at Arthur. “Yes?”

“You… you said you read…” Oh. His manuscript is in his hands now. And those eyes… it’s almost as if they’re cutting right into your soul. Like he’s begging you for some kind of reason for him to keep pursuing his writing. Like he wants you to pull him back from the edge of giving up.

You nod. “I did.”

His fingers clutch lightly at the pages, wrinkling the parchment. “… It’s far from finished, it’s unpolished, but… did you… d-did you like it?”

Honestly, that question makes your thoughts go entirely silent. How can he wonder like that? From what you read, you were enthralled with the whole thing. It doesn’t seem to be even half finished, but it’s incredible. There was a reason you kept reading it.

“Yes.” Your tone is lower, more delicate, so he doesn’t doubt your sincerity were you to give an over-the-top display of delight. You smile at him over your shoulder. “You simply must keep writing it. If I don’t find out how it ends, you’ll never be rid of my pestering you for closure,” you tease.

You pause at the doorway to the parlor, lightly gripping one hand on the doorframe. In short order, you’ll be doing much the same to Arthur’s arm. “I’ll be waiting for you out here, Dr. Doyle.”

He nods, and his eyes look like he’s in some kind of dream. The way he’s gazing at you, it’s borderline worshipful. It makes you feel like you’ve just shone a small ray of hope into something he was ready to walk away from. You’re not sure you could ever adequately explain how much that means to you. “Yes, of course, I’ll… I’ll be along shortly.” A light rosy glow dusts his cheeks again. “And… and, please… c-call me Arthur.”

“As you like… well, I’ll see you soon, Arthur.” One more smile, and you quietly slip out into the parlor, then out the front door.

Idly, you can’t stop yourself from wondering if someone like you might wind up working her way into one of his books.

You very much pray he keeps writing.

[ageofwagner]

my favourite pics of per 🥹