#wailing crying sobbing

[tavina-writes]

do y'all know the what the agonies of 'sounds like a historical cdrama character' in real life is like bc.

Okay my problem is that whilst I come from a very normal diaspora family where my parents speak normal (mildly dialect heavy) Chinese--

I live by myself in an English Speaking Country so I don't really use the Chinese all THAT often except when like, phoning my parents. And notably. Watching historical cdramas.

You can see where this is going.

One of the major things about being Chinese-American here at the university where I'm at is that people will not automatically assume you're Chinese-American if you look Chinese. No. They're going to assume you're an international student here for your PhD.

Even though I dress like pretty much any mid-twenties American who lives in this area in terms of brands etc people are more likely to assume that I've been in the country so long that I've gone native lmao lolsob.

This culminated today when I was talking to a very nice professor about [redacted science PhD related thing] and he stared at me for a very long time and went "You said your parents are from Wuhan?" as though he'd met a cdrama actor cosplaying a space alien.

Me: 😭I'm sorry I uh, don't exactly use Chinese very often in my daily life.

Him: But your Chinese is very good! Do you do watch tv? Have you seen Zhenhuan Zhuan?

guys I was slain. killed. lying here deceased. DONT LOOK AT ME IM IN THE AGONIES.

[chancellorxofxtrash]

KEIWA MY BABYBOY LOOK AT HIM GOOOOO FUCK HIM UP, GO FOR IT 10/10 LOVE HIM SO MUCH also it's such a Keiwa thing. Again. Just like the first time he really shined, during Kick The Can, when he became a bait himself so the others can save the day, he put himself into Kekera's way, so he wouldn't think about what Daichi was doing. Always, always putting himself in harm's way to do what's right.

My babyboy might have stumbled but now he is thriving, and I love him so much

[regulusrules]

are you normal, or do you regularly think of how merlin spent more time mourning arthur than knowing him

[teddybeartoji]

“look at me, hm?”

toji's voice is barely above a whisper, his words softer than ever. with his hands circled around your middle, he stands there behind you, his chest glued against your back like a big bear. his heavy head rests on your shoulder, eyes locked onto yours in a quiet plea. you think you hear a pout in his tone. 

but you don’t give him a reaction, gaze locked onto the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you.

you’re upset with him and toji feels like he's dying.

all of this just because you're jealous.

because the love of his life is jealous. 

toji only spared her a glance, brushing her off and saying that his partner is waiting for him – she’s the one that went on and on, talking about the milk carton in his hands as if toji had never seen it before. but little do you know, every single word that spilled from the stranger, went in one ear and right out the other – toji couldn’t be less interested in anybody other than you. if you were to crack open his head and take a look around, it’d be all you. you and your laugh, you and your eyes, you and your hands, you and your hobbies. you and you and you. even when he was standing there with the milk carton in his hand, the only thing on his mind was how he’s going to watch you chomp down a big bowl of cereal the next morning. 

you just happened to see the moment the woman leaned closer with a charming smile on her lips and her hand on his forearm while saying her goodbye, and that was enough for the ugly thoughts to bully themselves into your head.

even though you trust toji, you know he doesn’t entertain any flirting attempts that might come his way, but sometimes… sometimes you just can’t help but feel that you might not be enough. what if he did think the woman was more beautiful, or maybe he did find the guy, who asked for his help at the gym the other day, hot? what if he found them more interesting than you, what if he feels himself stuck to you against his will? 

you heard your own words swimming around in your head and cringed at yourself, ashamed that you were letting that weird growth of jealousy torment you.

but it had already taken root. 

that evil, ugly little thing in the back of your mind. and you couldn’t shake it.

not on your own at least. 

toji had made his way over to you, taking his place by your side while squinting at the little piece of paper in his hands. but you were quiet, more so than usual, and toji isn’t stupid – he might not be the best with feelings and emotions, but he does know you. 

he could tell just by the way you avoided his gaze, the way you started to shorten your answers. the way you pulled away and into yourself – he watched you disappear into your own head right in front of his eyes and he hated it. 

but not wanting to push any wrong buttons here in public, he swallowed your silence with a heavy heart and guided you to your car with a hand on your lower back. he’s not as afraid as he used to be – he isn’t as scared to step into your space, now knowing that this is just what you need sometimes. a little push, a little nudge, to break free from the vines of envy and jealousy and doubt. he’ll burn them, he’ll cut you free. 

the car ride home was quiet. with your head rested against the window and eyes set on the passing buildings and cars, toji found himself stealing glances at you every chance he got. oh, how he hated the pout on your lips, the very same one you’re wearing now. all he wanted to do was to take you into his arms and kiss you, hold you. to make you laugh. to make you forget every single thing that has ever bothered you.

toji let you simmer for exactly ten minutes, just enough for you to change into your pyjamas and to wash up before deciding on your distraction – the dishes. he snuck up on you as silently as he could; the tips of his fingers itched to feel your skin under them, his ears tired from the silence in the apartment. the sigh that you let out as he pressed himself flush against you, sounded better than anything before. toji had already started to miss you in those twenty minutes you were away from him. 

“please… “

it’s not often you get to hear that word, especially in that tone, so it’s hard for you to ignore the stuttering of your poor, sensitive heart. his nose nudges against your cheek and you put down the knife to lean into him on instinct; with your hands on top of his, your bodies mold together like pieces of a puzzle. 

“you know you’re the only one for me…” 

the words form in the back of his mouth and roll from his tongue like a low purr. they’re coated in something sweet, in something only you get to see and feel. his arms tighten around you and you know he means it. his heart beats against your back, as nervous as it is confident. he’s sure about his statement but a part of him is still scared that you won’t have him. that you’ll leave him. 

“she talked about the milk, that’s all she did, sweetheart.” gently, he sways your bodies side to side, letting the warmth of his body engulf you as he ropes you back to him.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“do you believe me?”

it’s something you’ve been practicing in order to get rid of any remaining specks of doubt. it goes both ways; he trusts that you’ll say what’s on your mind and you do the same. 

honesty. 

raw and real.

“yes.”

toji lets out a little puff of air through his nostrils, a wave of relief settling into his body. he knows it’s not over just yet, but it’s a start.

“can i kiss you?”

toji’s mossy green eyes meet yours for the first time in what feels like forever and all he can think about is how much you mean to him. his darling, his baby. he’s not one to be a sap, but hell, when it comes to you, he’s more than willing to drop to his knees and recite love poems for you if that’s what you’d like. anything and everything. 

he watches your eyes flick down to his mouth and then back up again and the little nod you give him is more than enough for him to finally press his lips to yours in a needy, hungry kiss. you melt into each other – skin against skin, tongue against tongue, it just feels right. the spark between you is still there, burning brighter than ever after all the time you’ve spent together. over hills and mountains, through lakes and rivers – nothing is too much or too little for the two of you to conquer together. he’ll be there for you and you’ll be there for him. 

“‘m all yours, sweetheart.”

his hushed words slip right between your lips and slither their way down your throat. inside, they bloom and they flourish. they overtake the rotting weeds that were growing there before and you feel it. you feel it happen. he breathes into you and you become alive again.

"i love you."

[ivanttakethis]

OH MY GOD WAIT—

IMAGE MAKING PRACTICE WAS TO FORCE IVAN INTO LEARNING HOW TO SMILE ON COMMAND

EXPLODING UNSHA WITH MY MIND HATE HATE HATE BITE KILL MAIM DESTROY MASSACRE AAAAHHHHHH

[branzinos]

SEVEN + ACE 📺 Tales of the Tardis (2023)

[detentiontrack]

Thinking about Luz's obsession with curing Eda's curse and going to extreme lengths to take care of her with the context of her having watched her dad slowly die of a prolonged severe illness that she could do nothing about

[annqer]

“I have sinned,” he said, “for I have betrayed innocent blood.”

[galedekarios]

Tara would be delighted. Not to mention my mother. But I'd be just as happy without such ceremonies, so long as we're together.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

as you can see i’m coping with his absence in a totally normal, healthy, and well-adjusted way

[threestripeslider]

Tired: Rise!Splinter is a neglectful and awful father who doesn’t care about his kids >:(

Wired: Rise!Splinter’s negligence comes from a place of deep trauma that he’s carried with him his whole life – losing his mother, having been betrayed by the love of is life, being imprisoned and forced to fight for his life, used as an experiment and subsequently being mutated and losing his whole identity as a person – and while it certainly doesn’t excuse his behavior, there is no doubt that this man loves his sons fiercely despite his own shortcomings and perhaps it is exactly that love and care that causes him to keep his children at arms length in hopes to spare them his family’s cursed legacy that grooms them into martyrs and are thus destined to die young, a sacrifice for the greater good that Splinter is never willing to make even if it means forfeiting the world to the Shredder. Splinter’s journey of fatherhood began by being completely unprepared as a fresh young single father of four young children that depend on him to survive and there is no surprise he’s hit almost every bump there possibly is when raising a child but never in his life has Splinter ever blamed or resented his children in any way – he is not perfect and he’s aware and he tries to do better all because he loves his kids this fucking much bc despite all the shit he’s been through, those kids made him realize that he can try again. to dismiss him as an awful father is a gross mischaracterization of a deeply traumatized man of color who evidently tried his fucking hardest not to pass on the hurt onto his own children while grappling with his own demons and the crushing destiny of his family’s blood line that took away his mother.

[bobby-ross]

They're matching ^-^

[zehecatl]

this is the only thing i am going to think about for the next many days. they are sleeping together. so close

[roosterr]

i see a lot of people hc that soap has a large family. and it’s fun, it’s silly, and i enjoy it.

however, realistically, if he had a family, i’m pretty sure his ashes would have went to them.

how could you do this to me. how could you devastate me like this. i'm sobbing in the club rn. my heart is broken. you're so right anon.

[introspectivememories]

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]