#your reply was beautiful thank you

[theaccursedninth]

Doctor. She called him Doctor. She can see me. She remembers me. The ache in his chest swelled, and his eyes grew impossibly wide. All this time, century after century spurned by the notion that in this war-torn universe he'd shaped, that mad man and his wretched blue box never traveled across the stars, never crashed into a shop girl in Midgard's twentieth century...never gave his life for the woman he loved, only to have it all ripped away. She shouldn't know him, not here, not in this Lifetime...but she did.

Malekith drew in a shaky breath--a crisp, delicate thing--taking in the sight before him. The tears running down her cheeks, that hesitant step forward, the fear holding her in place. Rose Tyler saw him, yes...but she saw, too, the monster he'd become. That much was clear. Would she run from him, he wondered--desperately, painfully--would this frightening truth chase her away?

Then she spoke again, and his composure crumbled: "There's still me."

"Rose..." Malekith croaked, stumbling over another punctured breath. His eyes, still wide, began to swim and mist over. I missed you. I tried to wait for you.

'Go to her, Malekith.'

The Dark Elf took a mechanical step forward. Then another. Then a third, before the weight of it all grew too much to bear. He crashed to his knees, in awe, in shock, staring up at her while silent tears began to fall.

Rose Tyler...I never thought I'd see you again.

“the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. “ for Rose -theaccursedninth

(@theaccursedninth sent a meme! - always accepting!)

"Yeah… C'n see tha'," the blonde utters, sniffing softly as her eyes brim themselves with unshed tears. It's a hairpin response. She gulps, intimidation taking over for courage and making it entirely impossible to muster up enough facility to say more. At least not at first... She'll get there eventually.

There's a deeply rooted trust there, beckoning just beyond the slight look of disquiet on her face but even still, she keeps her distance. She takes a shaking breath through parted lips and manages to pluck up the courage to speak aloud again.

"Were they worth it, then?" Her voice squeaks with the question, but she can't help it- he's unlike anything she's seen before. It aches in her chest and her breath hitches. Even still the tears do not fall, just wobble inside of her eyelids and make everything blurry. At least that makes it easier to speak.

"The sacrifices... Were they worth it?" Her tone inflects at the end, almost as if she might be trying to convince them both that the sacrifices were worth it, and damn what she already feels on the matter.

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

有兩件事你永遠不必去追逐：真正的朋友和真愛。

Two things you have never to chase : True friends and True love.

-Mandy Hale-

I have something to say . . . (我有話想說 . . .)

我們都知道在這世上喜歡一個人又不犯法，即使你已有家室：老婆、先生和孩子。重點是在道德和良心允許的範籌內，行使正當友誼的權利。並且你得知道如何挑選正直且成熟的對象，既不會干擾你的婚姻生活，而能給予彼此成長和助力。不過，我相信能遇到這樣條件之人，少之又少。lol (如果你深入接觸的人比你堆的���子還多，那可不是開玩笑。XD)

We all know that it is not illegal to like someone in this world, even if you already have a family: wife, husband and children. The focus is on exercising the right to legitimate friendship within the limits permitted by morality and conscience. And you have to know how to choose an "upright and mature friends" who will not interfere with your married life, but can give each other growth and help. However, I believe that there are very few people who can meet such conditions. lol (It's no joke if you have deep contact with more people than you have piled sand. XD)

And, in addition (並且，此外)

Recently, there have been a few good friends who have interacted with me on Tumblr for more than a year, or even longer. I am not entirely aware of your other sideblogs, especially young guys asking to see my photos, and of course they're not asking for photos of me wearing clothes… ha! Absolutely impossible. 🙄😅 In fact, my personal social experienced has made me a very tolerant old woman. It's not saying this myself. You have to actually get along with me to know that because they are similar in age to my son and daughter, so I cherish their friendship even more, especially the beautiful life still longer for them. The Chinese call it: "忘年之交" (the mean similar that : get on like a house on fire "see eye to eye with someone", when your friendship between different generations. also much older than my age friends as same meanings. )

Again, I don't set to make many friends on Tumblr here, and there're very few people I interact with. The number of people we sent private messages to was probably less than the number of times I go to a bar to drink in a month. lol The posts I share here are almost like writing a diary every day and records of my recent study of various majors. It is not for popularity, nor does it want to attract attention. Of course, except for the posts showing my leather art creations, the craftsmanship is my Most of the motivation to stay alive and rest of life.

Usually I don't have ideas about personal photos gonna send to you via private message for "friendship", it with "lover" very different to me. Just like now, when you randomly see a post by me and can put a smiling on your face, this is a beautiful friendship. If you happen to see it, it's fine when you don't like it. You don't need to use too much emotions. if that way Oftenly one party will be hurt, and time will tell everything about the feelings you hold in your heart, whether you believe it or not.

Sincerely, above.

I wish you a happy family, a loving couple, a prosperous career, good health and peace!

Your another mom & an old Sis Lan~*

《最近有幾個好朋友在Tumblr上和我互動了一年多，甚至更長。我不太了解你其他的次要博客，尤其是年輕人要求看我的照片，當然他們不是要我穿衣服的照片……哈！絕對不可能。🙄😅 其實，我的個人社會經歷它造就我成為一個包容性很強的老女人，這話不是我自己說的，你得實際和我相處過就知道；正因你們的年紀和我的兒子和女兒相仿，所以我更珍惜你們的友誼，中國人稱之為:『忘年之交』。(當兩者年紀差距甚大，但心靈和思想可以相契者。)

再說一次，我並不想在 Tumblr 上交很多朋友，彼此有互動者很少，曾經私訊者應當比一個月去酒吧喝酒次數還要少。 lol 我在這裡的貼��分享幾乎像每天寫日記和近日研讀各類專業科目的記錄，不是為了人氣，也沒要吸引人注意，當然若是展示我的皮革藝術創作的作品貼文除外，工藝是我活下去的大部分的動力和生活的全部。

我沒有照片可以私訊傳給你們，就像現在若是你隨機性看到，能夠博君一笑，這便是美好的友情；你若剛巧看到不喜歡也很好，你不需要動用太多的情感。那樣往往有一方會受傷；放在心上的感情，時間會說明一切，無論你信不信。此致，以上。

祝福你們的家庭美滿、夫婦相親相愛和事業精進、健康平安! 》

well said 👇 Truth. I agree. 5 5 5 🙌 xoxo

"Friendship often ends in love. But love in friendship; never. "

-C. C. Colton-

PS. It was then dating with my friend at coffee shop across street of my studio in Chinese new year 2010. 😱 OMG! 14 years ago lol I dyed my hair color was popular in Asian at the time. and later I never dye hair color. Because it is meaningless, whether for fashion or to comfort yourself, hair colored does not prove your ability, but your brain do. 🤓

If I dye my hair again, it might be for fun, or perhaps I get to remarry/get carried away by impulse and he's dying hairs also, both do same for funs. I guess so. hahaha 🤸🤸‍♀️🤸‍♂️

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[bradshawed]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! once you are given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the asks of eight [8] people you adore! absolutely no pressure, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside & out, 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜. ♡

KISSING U ON THE MOUTH AND UNO REVERSING THIS BACK TO YOU! coming from the crowned queen of the beautiful person award i bow down to you.. this made my day, thank you so so so so much!! i adore u an insane amount, that’s so sweet of you. cannot put into words how lovely u and ur louvre worthy brain are! hope you have the best week and make sure you get some rest and stay hydrated.

[skeletalheartattack]

thamks

you after i free you from the tetrisphere

[leadersguilt]

jean probably goes from calling his mum ma as a kid to calling her maman by the end of that second timeskip and i just think thats neat.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

san ni ichi let’s rock

thank you all for 321 followers, and the support you’ve shown me as a writer

[madamescarlette]

You ever have to be like, "no babe you're not bone-breakingly heart-rendingly sad, you just had less than five hours of sleep"? Yeah.

[homochihuahua]

If you as an author think that a comment makes you happy, imagine how I, one of your fans, feel about a reply.

[jeoseungsaja]

A gift from me to you:

[morning-star-joy]

I just want to tell you to stop having second thoughts about how beautifully you write A stranger's heart; your writings are amazing, and even if I wrote this to you a few weeks ago, I'm going to write you again: you are healing something that you didn't break.

You have no idea how much your posts have helped me. I couldn't get out of bed because of my sadness and now, after so many chapters, I can't wait to see your posts on Tumblr and read whatever you write. Believe me, I'm in my final year at university, and your posts have helped me a lot to deal with stress and anxiety.

Everything you do, you do with heart, and it shows! I can't wait for the next chapters!

Hope you have a wonderful day!❤️

Help please you're making me cry so hard right now, this is the loveliest thing to say ever and I'm so incredibly emotional just reading this that it's hard to even formulate my words right now. Thank you thank you thank you for taking the time to write something so thoughtful, so kind and beautiful.

When I started getting more comments on ao3 I was determined to make my fics on there, and now here on tumblr, a safe space. I just want to spread kindness and love like you guys have shown me, so knowing that my writing can bring you happiness means the entire world to me.

[existentialismee]

@leafslash​​ said:

*↪              "Kimihiro, come here a moment," he beckons softly, in hopes to draw him out from kitchen and into the soft glow of their fireplace lit living room. It was like Kimihiro to thrust himself into a task for the sake of others, and Christmas dinner was certainly no exception to this rule. They had cooked together, standing elbow to elbow at the counter while covered in flour, weightless with laughter and high spirits. It was some time ago that Ashton had excused himself for just a moment, and it's now that he leads him to their couch where a lovingly wrapped gift awaits him.

"I have something for you," Ashton begins, his brows pinching together with a sheepish smile. "Or... I guess you can already see that, can't you. But it's something I wanted you to have. You can open it, if you like."

Should Kimihiro undo its delicate twine and lift open the box... He would be met with Spirale's finest silk. Unfurling the garment reveals a single silk kimono, a deep and rich midnight black. One could almost overlook the subtly embroidered cherry blossom branches laid upon its sleeves, but Kimihiro, the caring and attentive eye that he was, Ashton trusted would notice it. "I saw it, and... wanted to see what you'd look like in it. I knew it would amaze me."

He reaches forward, running an admiring thumb over the embroidered design.

"Why this pattern, well... It reminded me of certain place that's special to me—and you, too. It's a memory I don't think I'll ever forget." Ashton pauses, eyes a gentle green. They seek out Kimihiro's over the leaping light of the fireplace. "What do you think of it?"

The gentle call of his name interrupts a sigh from Watanuki's lips, exhaling a breath of air to try and move a single strand of hair from his eyes whilst his hands remained busy preparing dinner for himself and Ashton. He thought nothing of the other excusing himself for a moment, continuing on with the task of cleaning the playful mess they'd created-- but as soon as he heard the other's voice, Watanuki made motion to wash his hands; drying them off with a towel before rounding the corner into the living room.

And before a question could even form on his lips, they were immediately silenced by the sight before him; surprise lighting his features only momentarily until they eased into gentle wonderment. It was difficult to prevent the smile slowly tugging at the corners of his mouth, but Watanuki felt it unnecessary to even try; eventually finding his place next to Ashton's side as he sat next to him on their couch.

"Was this your plan all along for tonight, then?" but there is no accusatory tone to his voice-- only adoration in the form of a tease as the shopkeeper chuckles, almost gingerly taking the package from Ashton as he ran his fingers over the simple, yet well-meaning wrapping. "You're becoming more and more sneaky as the years go by, Ashton.. though, of course, I would be more than happy to open it."

The twine is undone with a gentle pull, smoothing his hands past the paper to lift the lid of the box-- and as soon as he does, Watanuki immediately stills, the sight of its contents silencing him almost completely.

He simply sits, staring at the kimono as Ashton explains his reasoning for buying it; as his calloused fingers run over the beautiful design adorning the sleeves, his voice full of the love he showed to Watanuki each day that they spent together. Lips parted ever so slightly, the expression on Watanuki's face remained soft.. but his throat felt tight, as the corners of his eyes threatened to grow damp; remaining quiet as his own hands eventually traced along the silk he could almost see his reflection in.

".. it's beautiful."

They moved further, finding the outlines of the cherry blossoms-- the ones that held such similarity to the park where the two of them had admitted their feelings for one another. Ashton had put so much thought into this, and it was evident without him even having to explain; but Watanuki remained speechless, his head dipping downwards ever so slightly.

"Of course.. I could never forget it, either. That place.. even if it is no longer here, it's something I think of often.. and when I wear this, I'll continue to even moreso."

Eventually, his hand shifted, finding Ashton's to weave their fingers together.

"When I arrived here.. I could have never known how much this world would come to mean to me-- but it is something so incredibly precious, something I hold dear.. all because you are by my side."

When his head raised again, Watanuki could no longer hide the misty look in his eyes; leaning forward to capture Ashton's lips in a gentle, chaste kiss. His free hand raised, brushing gently against the warmth of Ashton's cheek.. until he parted, revealing a small smile that had returned to his features.

".. my gift.. pales in comparison to yours. If I could give you the world, free of consequence.. I hope you know that I would do so. Without question."

".. but even if that is not within my power.. you will still always hold all of me. No matter if it is here, or in a place I cannot reach you-- you are apart of my life that cannot be changed.. and I will be grateful for that for the rest of my life."

"Thank you, Ashton."

"I love you."

[yther]

Usually prompts don't give me such a viscerally poignant sense of a complete story, but I instantly felt how a theme otherwise too complex would blossom through this as a character driven plot...

The element of a questionably reliable narrator really excites me. This prompt is phrased so perfectly, as it seems to imply knowledge encompasses a space outside of both relative and empirical truths.

I'm dying to know why nothing is as it seems, which is means I need to write it out. That is delicious motivation.

#cheatcode: blame the character for plot holes, experience true freedom

You are a criminal wanted by multiple planets, various afterlives, across several different timelines. Yet, you have no idea why. You have never tried to committed any crimes to your knowledge.

[inkykeiji]

you are such a skilled writter!!!!!! geniually your stories are so addicting to read

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON BABIE i love u i love u i love u!!!!!!!!! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) you are so sweet and so wonderful, thank you for taking a quick moment to send me such a lovely lil message <333

[cntloup]

Gojo Satoru x pregnant!reader

protective!Satoru, fluff, a lil angst, mention of feeling guilty, implied heavy symptoms experienced by the reader

"it's ok, baby. i've got it." Satoru says as he approaches your slouched form over the sink, washing the dishes as you try to get something done and make yourself useful.

you've been feeling guilty during the past month or so, feeling like you were a burden to him, thinking that you would never live up to his expectations. now he has to take care of you. and as time goes by, it will get even worse as your pregnancy progresses. but he's a busy man with heavy responsibilities. you'd be only holding him back. you torture yourself with these thoughts every day.

"oh, thanks. i'll go clean up the living room and do the laundry then." you respond with a forced smile, trying to mask the guilt that's been gnawing at you for a while as you try to keep yourself from falling over out of dizziness.

"what? no, wait! i'll do it after i wash the dishes. you go get some rest. you've done enough." he retorts while gently grabbing your arm, voice slightly raised to stop you immediately.

he is in utter disbelief at your behavior. you should be resting right now, tucked in beneath the soft sheets peacefully. you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about anything, he thinks.

"i haven't done anything all day." you utter in a faintly frustrated tone, mostly at yourself.

"and that's exactly how it should be." he replies with a nod, "now go to bed before i drag you there myself." he adds, maintaining a playful tone, a soft smile adorning his features as he drinks in your beauty. you're already glowing. but considering how observant he is, he senses your discomfort immediately like he can actually feel the gloom and sorrow you're feeling right now like a mother hen.

"what is it, baby? tell me." he murmurs as he walks up to you and pulls you into him by your hips, shining blue eyes staring at you as he awaits a response.

his hand rests on your side as the other cups your jaw, his thumb swiping over your cheek that could be dampened any moment now as you feel tears threatening to spill.

"i'm so sorry." you whisper breathily, voice slightly quivering with the lump in your throat as you look up into his glowing eyes.

"for what?" he asks, confusion evident on his features.

"for being weak. i'm so sorry to disappoint you." you finally spill out the words that have been weighing heavily on your chest as the tears cascade down your glossy eyes.

"disappoint me? i don't understand... why are you crying, love?" he mutters with a shake of his head, his confusion growing even more by your words as his fingers swipe over your cheeks to wipe away the stray tears.

"you're literally the strongest and you're stuck with me. i'm barely even showing yet and i'm feeling extreme fatigue. i've been sleeping all day for the past month cause i can't do anything. and because of the symptoms, i'll probably have to quit my job." you ramble about the thoughts that have been pulling you down all this time.

"wait, wait, wait! how long have you been feeling like this?" he questions with widened eyes baring into your soul.

"eversince we found out i was pregnant. i can't stop feeling guilty about disappointing you." you reply quietly, almost embarrassed to admit it. of course you know you're being irrational. it's all natural to be tired during this time and need help, but you just can't help it.

"you've been feeling like this all this time and you didn't tell me anything?" he blurts out almost too aggressively to his liking, "sorry. didn't mean it to come out that way." he quickly apologizes after witnessing the slight flinch on your part.

how could he not see it? you've been trying to do the chores like regular, pushing yourself to your limit both in the house and on your job until he swoops in and takes the weight off your shoulders. now he starts to blame himself for not finding out sooner and letting you wallow in your own sadness and guilt all alone.

"you're not weak, baby. you're doing the one thing that i can't possibly ever do. the one thing that the strongest can't do. and what does that make you? huh? you're literally the strongest of all, babe. i can't even fathom what you're going through and you're doing amazing-", "i'm barely functioning." you cut him off.

"i'm not done yet, babe." he says playfully before continuing, "you're doing amazing, honey. you sleep not because you can't do anything else but because you need it. you're carrying our child for fuck's sake. a literal human's life is growing inside you and of course it takes its toll on you. and i'm right here beside you every step of the way." he finishes his loving speech with a tender kiss on your forehead as his strong arms wrap around your now slightly shaking form as you sob, utterly moved by his words and also the hormones.

"thank you, Satoru. i really appreciate it. you always know what to say when i'm feeling down." your words are cut off by loud sobs but he patiently waits for you to finish as he rubs your back soothingly while nuzzling his face in your neck.

"any time, baby. i love you." he whispers in your ear, "i love you too, toru." you say back, continuing to sob in his arms for a while before you eventually calm down and he guides you to bed, encouraging you to take some much-needed rest.

"and don't worry about your job. you can take some time off or quit altogether. i have more than enough to pay for our family and the next generations to come-", "ok, stop bragging!" you chuckle, "i'm just saying, baby. i've been dying to spoil you. now's my chance. let me take care of you. you don't have to go through this alone. in fact, i won't even let you." he chuckles lightly and crashes his lips onto yours, pulling away with a loud smack as you both lay in bed, limbs tangled together, "you already spoil me." you mention with a slight pout, "and i'm gonna do it even more. you deserve it, baby. don't worry about anything. i've got it." he says while softly caressing your cheek, admiring your glowing beauty illuminated by the faint bedside light.

you slowly start to feel the sleep creeping in and drift away into a slumber as you mumble a quiet 'thank you', curling into Satoru's side as he holds you so lovingly while you think to yourself how you've been blessed with the best, most loving and supportive partner anyone could ever ask for.

[sttoru]

clan leader!satoru, whose smile isn’t actually a. . . smile. it serves as a gentle (yet not-so-gentle) threat to whomever it is dedicated to. a lot of the gojo clan members, as well as members from other noble clans, have heard of that infamous smile and know of its true meaning.

ever since marrying you, that smile often finds its way onto his lips. it’s not because of you, but rather because of the ones interacting with you. satoru didn’t ever expect to feel so possessive about someone he initially didn’t care for.

a marriage of convenience is all that your relationship was for. it purely existed for the sake of a connection between two famous families. your first weeks together have been awkward. any form of affection - any touches or loving words - were for the sake of his image.

however that all was fated to change: satoru eventually found himself falling for his wife.

your kind personality, your subtle smiles, the embarrassed expression on your face whenever he teased you in front of others even if it was all a faux display- an act of being all lovey-dovey. your inner and outer beauty was slowly becoming more apparent to the white-haired man.

you don’t know when it started. you can’t recall why satoru is suddenly acting affectionate even behind closed doors. usually, he’d drop the act the second you’re in your chambers. now he continues to compliment you, pepper you with chaste kisses as long as you allowed him to… even refer to you as his ‘dear’, ‘pretty girl’ or ‘sweetheart’ to your face like it’s nothing.

you shrug off your own guards and maids when they curiously inform you about their lord’s sudden change of personality, which was supposedly all because of you.

“ah, my wife,” satoru’s voice echoes above the loud chatter in the main hall. you turn your head and find your heart racing for some reason as he addresses you in that gentle tone.

he makes his way through the crowd, eyes never leaving your face, even as other important figures try to catch his attention to talk business. “i was greatly worried about you,” your husband sighs.

a gloved hand cups your face and satoru leans in, his glossy lips inches from yours. you’d think this was part of the fake arrangement, but there’s this genuine hint of adoration behind his cerulean eyes that you cannot ignore.

“i— my apologies,” you murmur softly, eyes darting around the room while you try to ignore the loud thumping of your heart. “i was simply talking to one of the guards,” you explain and nod your head to the bulky man standing next to you.

the guard respectfully bows to satoru the second you introduce him. your husband doesn’t respond for a single second, his fingers twitching lightly at his side. he can’t stand the thought of you talking to another man while he isn’t around.

is it for your own safety? or is it because he’s jealous and immediately wants to get rid of any man who dares speak to his precious wife? perhaps it’s a mixture of both.

“i see,” satoru replies. his eyes darken for a second before he catches himself. the corners of his lips curl upwards, though the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

that familiar sight makes you nervous. you’ve seen it before, when your husband would subtly threaten others for whatever reason, while hiding his true feelings behind that smile.

“well,” satoru continues, his arm wrapping around your waist. he pulls you against his side and places a kiss on top of your head while glaring at the guard through his white eyelashes.

“thank you for keeping my wife safe,” the clan leader says through that tight smile, trying to keep it as ‘genuine’ looking as possible. he has a reputation and image to uphold after all.

you’re about to say something, but are cut off as satoru adds another comment. “i’m here now, so you can return to your post.”

it isn’t a suggestion. it is an order— a command. a disguised threat.

the guard immediately picks up on the subtle hint and nods without saying a word before walking back to his spot at the doors. you can hear the faint whispers from others as they also seem to recognise that change in satoru’s demeanour.

it’s not like you’re totally oblivious to what’s happening either. you look up at satoru and place a hand on his chest, trying to catch his attention. “satoru,” you whisper his name.

the white-haired man immediately snaps out of it and excitedly shoots you that boyish smile of his instead of the fake, cold one he wore on his face just a second ago.

“you called, my dear?” satoru tilts his head, bringing a hand to rest over yours on his chest. your eyes widen a bit at the way he seems to relax and look at you with that same devoted gaze.

you don’t think it’s an act anymore. the words die on your tongue and you can’t recall what you wanted to say anymore. those sparkling blue eyes and charming smile have you rendered speechless.

“…it’s nothing,” you mutter under your breath. you have no clue how you’ve managed to turn that once, cocky, overly confident and cold-hearted ruler into a total softie for you. it’s something you still need to process yourself.

satoru doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the night, glaring at the men who pass by, shooting them that fake, threatening smile if they looked like they desired to converse with you.

you’re his wife, and that’s that. he silently wonders when you’ll realise that he actually fell for you. perhaps you are already aware of it, but hide it from him on purpose.

whatever the case is, satoru will make sure that you know his true feelings for you. one day he will tell you those three words explicitly— if it wasn’t obvious enough through his sudden change of behavior.