#you have me crying over here

[maybe-a-gatto-or-a-catto]

hold on I'll make this my personality for 3 months

[s0fter-sin]

something people just don’t think about is how often chronically ill and disabled people just don’t have access to good food. not healthy food, good food; well made, tasty meals that don’t come from a jar or a freezer. how many of us are housebound or can’t drive? delivery services only offer within certain distances, if you live outside a city they aren’t an option. many people don’t have the energy or ability to cook for themselves if they have the skill to begin with. many certainly don’t have the ability to learn how. it’s something that goes completely unnoticed, just the opportunity to have a good meal and how much that wears you down

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[avastyetwats]

“ I love you more than anyone in the world could possibly love another.. “

He offers Izzy a teary eyed smile in response to that, hands cupping his face while thumbs wipe away falling tears while their foreheads touch. "Oh, I don't know about that. You haven't already forgotten about my letter? I think my love for you is just as much if not a tad more, hm?" He teases him with a warm smile, leaning in to kiss him ever so softly while he held his face in his hands, still wiping his tears away, but not in a way to make him feel like he needed to stop crying, but simply to reassure him that he was here and that he was safe to express himself, to cry.

Then he started touching the ring at the top of his tie and Stede knew he was probably thinking of his mother now. Which was understandable given the gift he'd just given him, having been told about his love of drawing and sketching when he was a young boy and living with his mother. There wasn't too much Stede knew about his life back then, but he also knew it was such a sensitive subject for Israel, and not something he often opened up about, so Stede never pressed. But he figured Izzy knew that he wanted to know whenever he was ready to talk about it, whenever he felt safe and comfortable enough to talk with Stede about his life back then.

And now seemed to be the time because the next words that came from him started with "my mother".

So he listened. He listened to every word about him and his mother, sharing a smile when he did, kissing his cheek when a tear would roll down while recounting something painful, and then dropping one hand from his face in favor of holding his and squeezing whenever he would tense or start to break. He wanted him to know that it was okay, that he wasn't alone, that he was safe to talk about this, while also feeling reassured that if he needed to stop he could. But Stede was happy that Izzy was sharing this with him, that he was opening up and sharing such important and personal memories with him. There were parts where he wanted to tell him it was alright, that he had nothing to feel at fault for, but he didn't want to interrupt so he settled for squeezing his hand every so often to help ground him, to pull him out of guilt and sorrow-filled darkness and back with him.

But gods, Izzy has been through so much his entire life. Since he was but a boy trying to survive the best he could with his mother. His warm smile returned when he explained his mother buying him pencils and paper with what money she had and how she always praised his art and hung it anywhere she could with pride, but it's when he broke into a full sob once more that Izzy let go of his hand and took his face into his hands again before his head could drop too far. So Stede's gift, the manner in which it was gifted to Izzy and his words within the sketchbook were all similar to that of his time with his mother. It broke his heart to hear what they'd gone through, what they suffered, but he admired Izzy's strength, courage and perseverance not just as a child, but even now because he still had so much of it. So much of it that came from his mother. A woman that raised him so wonderfully.

"And she was right." Were his first words after Izzy went silent, agreeing with his mother that he shouldn't be afraid to be himself. But then he broke... he broke harder than the last so Stede pulled him in closer, hands still holding his face. "Hey, hey... none of that now. C'mere." He gently walked backwards towards the bed, taking Izzy with him. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he sits down and pulls Izzy onto his lap, his hands moving down to his neck to gently tilt his head up to look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for, Israel. Nothing. I'm so glad you told me all of this because now... now I get to know you more." And he smiles because to Stede, that's a good thing. Knowing more about Izzy doesn't turn him away, it only makes him love him more. "Don't ever be afraid of telling me things about yourself, okay? I want to know all that I can about you." God, he did.

"And your mother? Oh, she sounds wonderful. The most beautiful woman, if I may say." He smiles, his words genuine. Just from the kind woman she was, and all she did for Izzy, Stede knew she was beautiful. Inside, out, everything about her. "She was right, you know. You are beautiful. From what you've told me about her, you're very much like her." He smiles, knowing how about that would mean to Izzy, but then he says something else. Something that would be even more meaningful.

"And you know what else?" He runs the back of his hand gently over Izzy's cheek, his touch so loving, so tender, as he gazes into his tear-filled eyes with his own, lips curling into the warmest of smiles. "I know she would be so proud of you, Israel."

Stede must have remembered when he told him about his mother, about how he used to like to draw. It was so hard for him to open up about her. He’d only given him the very basics and Stede hadn’t pushed which he appreciated. He understood it was a sensitive topic, that Israel was still working on dropping part of his old self, and was trying to be a better person.

He would have continued to just cry into him if his face hadn’t been held. Now, with red eyes staring into his and soaked cheeks, a bit of mucus from his nose as this truly was an ugly cry with no shame, he was kissed. His eyes fluttered shut and he returned the gesture before he needed to breathe, simply resting his forehead to his. As he spoke his voice was still very much choked. This was so hard.. even to talk about with Stede.

“ I love you more than anyone in the world could possibly love another.. “ Even Stede. Slowly he reached up to his own tie, fingers softly rubbing around the ring at the top. It was his own type of stimming, a sort of calming as he tried to calm a little so he could speak.

“ The last person that ever gave me a sketchbook was my mother. She might have been a whore, but she didn’t do the job because she liked it. My father ran out before I was born and she was left destitute. It was the only way that she could make money, and luckily she was able to get a room in a brothel. Most women like her weren’t so lucky. Most children like me.. they died from starvation, or from the chill and heavy snows of London. “

He swallowed hard. Had this been the most Izzy had ever spoke at once? Possibly. And he knew Stede was from a disgusting amount of wealth and never knew the kind of suffering and pain of men like him. Men of the lowest class. So he felt in a way that he should educate him. Yes, Stede had seen pirates at their lows but this was different. This was a young mother, and her innocent child just trying to survive.

“ My mother was a good person.. she was.. “ Suddenly he lifted his eyes away, letting out the softest and saddest of laughs as he reminisced and looked upward. “ She was so .. kind. And gentle. She always tried to protect me from what happens at brothels but eventually you get a little older and start understanding. Never once did I hate her for it.. I’d even try to pick up odd jobs myself but work was hard to come by. “ Especially for a 7, 8 year old little thing. “ She always made time for me. No matter how terrible a client had been.. no matter if she was bruised which always broke my heart. I felt so fucking defenseless, Stede. I felt so small. “

“ And she’d tell me —“ The absolute sobbing returned as he hung his head, but he forced his way through it. “ She’d tell me how beautiful I was, how much she loved my pictures. She’d hang them around her room. She spent her last pennies on getting me pencils and paper. That’s just how she was.. she told me that I should never be afraid to be myself. “ Just like Stede had, which clearly with the gift was what had absolutely broke him. This was the most he’d spoken about anything, the most he’d ever opened up. Ed didn’t even know about all of this. Not every minutiae, anyway. His lover made him feel safe even when he was at his most vulnerable. Clearly he had more to say on the matter, but he’d started sniffling. And then.

“ I’m sorry.. “ He covered his mouth. There was that shame again. God, now he was ruining their anniversary wasn’t he? He couldn’t stop crying. Not about the gift, not about Stede, not about his beloved mother.

[coquelicoq]

it's about...longevity? stability? it's about natsume believing he'll be somewhere long enough to plant flowers and see them bloom. it's about him taking touko seriously when she asks him to tell her what flowers he wants to plant. it's about making something with his own hands, building a future with the fujiwaras. it's about him repairing a rundown home for someone else, restoring it because it's beloved to them, because it's the home of someone they love. it's about him seeing touko's joy and thinking about the youkai saying we'd like to look upon her happy face forever. it's about the box garden making him think of the fujiwaras' garden and his parents' garden, about the flowers being both the memory of flowers that bloomed there before, and the flowers that he and the youkai planted earlier that day. it's about him waking up in both worlds with sensei. it's about touko finding the petal in his hair. it's about him feeling how he falls short and the youkai saying, but you have such gentle hands...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want you whipped into shape!

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[arttsuka]

I LOVE Teen Stan and Ford, it’s sad they don’t get drawn enough, so thank you so much!

Does Ford ever help Stan when he gets overstimulated? Or maybe when he has a rage response and suddenly starts crying and calls himself stupid?

Here's the other post with Ford

[dollypopup]

"Penelope should have chosen Debling!"

My sister in Christ. . .he literally dumped her???

Like just before Colin Bridgerton was on his knees after outrunning her carriage to profess how he can't stop thinking about her in his love me, choose me, I'm yours speech, Debling did the Regency equivalent of calling her a floozy who would undoubtedly cheat on him when he abandoned her for several years to chase his passions (because she would never be one of said passions since she asked outright if he could ever come to care for her and he went 'hmmmm seems unlikely! good thing you have solitary hobbies to occupy you instead!') when he has been given 0 evidence of such other than realizing she liked to look out the window because she had a crush on the boy across the street. I was ready to challenge that man to a duel for Pen's honor

His feelings for her were middling at best, I mean Christ on a Pogostick, after he asked her mum for permission to propose he isn't even happy when he opens the door and Pen is there? She's looking like a snack- nay, a whole ass MEAL, and he can't even smile? He just nods at her and dips the fuck out? You don't think it would kill Penelope to know that both her sisters have husbands who absolutely adore them and she's out here with an absent dude who likely won't even write to her?

Portia's 'Love is make believe!' speech is so transparently full of shit when you realize that we've got Dankworth who is so obsessed with Prudence that he makes heart eyes at her every waking moment and considers her his little bonbon and Albion who loves Phillipa so much that he was waiting for her to consent to sex (not realizing she didn't know what it was) for two entire years because he would never pressure her and so he was content with finishing in his pants when he kissed her to make sure she was comfortable. And you want Penelope to settle for a life of loneliness? When Colin is so besotted with her that he dreams of her and breaks every societal expectation in the book as a notorious People Pleaser to run after her and cannot even wait for the morning after being intimate with her to introduce her as his wife to his family in the middle of the night? You want her to turn down Mr "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible" Bridgerton? For LORD PENGUIN?

Be so serious right now

[sporeclan]

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Biggest emotional roller coaster of a moon yet </3

Bonus author's notes;

[urclna]

who the fuck discovered this before me

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[angelpuns]

Just another day wishing I didn't live with my parents but having to because I can barely take care of myself

[milimeters-morales]

top ten reasons to live: this !!!!!

[suchine-toki]

Top 10 Gintaka moments

(Arranged chronologically because it was too difficult to choose. Spoilers ahead.)

1. Takasugi's laugh

After many encounters challenging the dojo, Gintoki sees Takasugi laugh for the first time, which becomes a core memory of his, a symbol of how things used to be and what he wants to preserve (ch. 517).

2. The promise

Surrounded by enemies, Takasugi asks Gintoki why he decided to join the war, to which Gintoki replies that, like him, it was not for a noble cause. At this, Takasugi recognizes that the two are good-for-nothing warriors, but asks Gintoki to take care of their sensei in case he dies. Likewise, Gintoki asks Takasugi to stay alive (ch. 516).

3. Gintoki's tears

Right after their sensei's death, Takasugi furiously runs towards Gintoki until, for a split second, he sees him crying. This becomes the last thing he saw with his left eye, a core memory that reminds him of the pain and grief they experienced (ch. 520).

4. Reunion at the festival

After 10 years of not seeing each other, Takasugi sneaks up behind Gintoki and threatens him with his sword, commenting on how easy it was and that he has become weak. He also tells him about his plan to kill the Shogun, claiming that within him there is a black beast that seeks revenge. At the same time, he confronts Gintoki for looking away from the past, making him unable to understand his feelings. To this, Gintoki responds that it's a shame that he underestimated him, which can be read in both a physical and emotional sense. It's assumed that they separate without another word (chs. 30-31).

5. They were the same

During a conversation with Nobume, Oboro asks her if Gintoki and Takasugi look like their sensei, to which she answers no, that the true resemblance was between them, since both had eyes full of sadness. As she says that, Gintoki and Takasugi can be seen passing each other, but only the former turns around to check that the latter is gone. It's worth mentioning that Gintoki warned Takasugi to be careful if he saw him walking down the street in chapter 97, but in the end he decided to not do anything (ch. 398).

6. Confession and realization

After their fight, with both of them on the floor, tired and full of injuries, Takasugi opens up to Gintoki about his suffering. He confesses to him that his face was the last thing he saw before losing his left eye, how devastating it was to see him cry, and the enormous survivor's guilt he feels, because he understands how much Gintoki loved Shouyo. To this, Gintoki responds that he didn't choose him, but simply knew what was important to theirsensei, thus lifting the burden from Takasugi's shoulders. Not only that, but Gintoki also confesses that, despite everything, he continues to see him as a fellow disciple of the Shouka Sonjuku and a comrade, whose soul he will protect (ch. 520).

7. Sword exchange

After a long coma, Takasugi awakens in Rakuyo and throws his sword to save Bansai. Likewise, Gintoki launches his bokuto to save Shinpachi, leaving them both unarmed. This is when they decide to take each other's sword and protect what is important to the other, reinforcing the message that a sword is made to protect the soul, and on other occasions that it even embodies it. Afterwards, they pass through hordes of enemies in order to see each other again, defending the other from an imminent attack and retrieving their weapon while locking eyes and making snarky remarks (ch. 573).

8. Pep talk

While everyone on Earth seems defeated, Gintoki hears a familiar voice over the radio. Hundreds of kilometers, far up in space, Takasugi tells him that they have everything under control and encourages him to continue fighting. Likewise, Gintoki assures him that on his side they haven't lost yet, and playfully encourages him, asking if he has already been reduced to junk. Despite being injured, Takasugi tells him to be ready when he comes for him, to which Gintoki smiles (ch. 650).

9. Let's rescue sensei

The greatest tragedy in Takasugi's life is not only the death of his teacher, but also that Gintoki had to be the one to kill him. Aware that he has little left to live, he admits that now he can be a little more honest with what he really wants to do. After fighting Gintoki as a way to punish himself, he's now able to recognize that he wishes to fight alongside him, while also wanting to alleviate his suffering by sharing the burden of his actions that day. Upon hearing this, the serious expression on Gintoki's face turns to astonishment at being able to achieve mutual understanding and once again have a common goal that is deeply personal to both of them (ch. 682).

10. Born under the same star

While Gintoki's eyes reflect the despair he feels at having to strike Takasugi's body, he remembers their childhood together. Gintoki fought very hard to protect everyone, but Takasugi fought even harder to protect him, and although Gintoki was definitely not ready to lose him, Takasugi was content with the idea that he had prevented him from killing their sensei once more. Knowing that he has little time left, it's Gintoki's turn to be more sincere. He embraces Takasugi and reassures him, acknowledging that he did indeed manage to protect him and that he wished they could have drunk together more often. But Takasugi tells Gintoki he doesn't want to hear him like this and he asks him not to send him off with a sad face. Mustering willpower, Gintoki smiles and tells him to wait for him in hell, which becomes the last sight from Takasugi's right eye as he smiles back before dying. No longer able to restrain his emotions, Gintoki weeps as he watches the sunset (ch. 703).

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[atomicengineerdetective]

I've been watching Hazbin Hotel in prime. Just watched episode 5 and I gotta ask

Why, oh, WHY DON'T I SEE MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT "MORE THAN ANYTHING" WHEN TALKING ABOUT THE HAZBIN HOTEL MUSIC???

Like I get it, the song before it "Hell's Greatest Dad" Is a bop reminiscent of other music from the era its parodying. I loved it.

BUT why are you only putting clips of that song when this MASTERPIECE comes a few minutes after

I honestly don't even know where to begin with this song. The visuals are beautiful, especially when we get moments like this where you can just see the absolute LOVE this man has for her daughter is so sweet and Heartwarming I just-

The voices are fenomenal but what else can you expect from the broadway talents of Erika Henningsen and Jeremy Jordan.

There is also the whole Symbolism with passing the baton to the next generation and stuff. I- I can't even get into the specifics right now Im too emotional.

But above all else THE LYRICS

ESPECIALLY THAT LAST ONE

"I'M GRATEFUL YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER/FATHER MORE THAN ANYTHING"

DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY?? CAUSE I AM. I AM BAWLING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW.

It's just so fucking beautiful man. Probably the best song I will hear all year. Obviously my favorite from Hazbin.