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#HE MAKES ME WEAK IN THE KNEES
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Aaron mf Warner: Lift your hips for me love
Me (a straight female) : *slams book close* *kicks my legs in the air* *giggles uncontrollably* *contemplates life choices* *squeels like a teenage girl* *realizes that he isn’t real* *cries because no one is as good as Aaron mf warner*
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ayoungkiing · 1 year
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Oh Jonah.
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Oh, how my blorbo gets me weak in the knees like you don't understand. I can literally be busy doing things, and just think about him, and just need to stop and sit down. 🫦 Having a cold makes me crave a tight, hairy hug and being babied.
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We all have that one person who got us begging on our knees to God for them.
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callmeteach · 8 months
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suntails · 5 months
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nuttypenguintyphoon · 2 years
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Dragon Ball Z Nic Jonas Special Edition 🤤
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Part 2. This time its the Tokyo Five (As I named them) Headcanons in the reblog tags appreciated
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ohitslen · 11 months
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Promises
He should know better. 
Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 
Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.
He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 
He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 
Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.
A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.
It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.
He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 
But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.
He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 
So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.
For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.
For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.
He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.
He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.
He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.
He should know better.
But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?
#yeah….mm…mhm yeah#my thoughts were going crazy with this one. because WW crying is something that has me week on the knees#WEAK FFS#also the thought of him becoming bare and emotional at the hands of Vash makes me want to jump around until I pass out#think of it. he is afraid of him in a way. but he trusts him so deeply too it’s such a contrasting and little contradictory thing#more like. denial after denial but yk what I mean. because that’s the whole post#also as a fun fact. while on the making of this thing the line of “it’s okay. everything will be alright. I promise#it’s meant to be said by Vash to WW#but also I did it considering that a)Vash is saying it to himself as well and b)it’s something WW wants to say to Vash as well#they are both incredibly pained men and they know it but don’t adress it. so verbally saying such words to each other issssUUUEHWHAGAH#ah yes. the intimacy of being emotionally vulnerable with the person who you would trust your life to but never openly say shit to eachother#isn’t that such an amazing flavor? I won’t lie to you it’s one of my favorites#trigun#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun stampede#trigun fanart#wolfwood#nicholas trigun#nicholas the punisher#lenssi writes#lenssi draws#trigun 2023#trigun 98#because I did a mishmash on WW design bc this is meant to be TriStamp time skip in my mind#his eyes were originally their canon steel blue/grayish tone. but while doing the lighting the brown looked gorgeous#i couldn’t help myself so I left it that way. because there is something so beautiful abt his eyes shining like that in#the afternoon light while he becomes undone under the sunset ya feel me?#OHFUCKIALMOSTFORGOT another little detail. Vash’s right hand doesn’t have a glove and it’s on purpose btw you’re welcome
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jkvjimin · 3 days
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(80/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡
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ryllen · 1 year
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i want Elliott to hook him up to some nice fit long coat suit 
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theflamesofruin · 1 month
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This guy makes me act up! I better watch out, he'll come snatch up my kneecaps!
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"My wife is throwing a haunted house party. She's so amusing"
Vincent Price - House on Haunted Hill (1959)
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I just want to sit beside him and listen to whatever he has to say. I have all the time in the world.
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stephstars08 · 6 months
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The things this man does to us!😍
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crybaby-bkg · 10 months
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ohhh my god I’m looking at all these sex toys for this fic and saw this like pleasure tape that you can use for a lotta stuff and????? thinking about being a brat to gojo and acting like nothing he does is enough for you and he gets a little fed up about being sooo under appreciated!!!
so he lays you out on the bed and goes to work with the tape. tapes your mouth shut and your wrists together. tapes your tits so they sit up nice and perky for him to nip and lick at whenever he damn so pleases. then moves down between your legs, shushes you with condescending coos when you wiggle and plead through the tape for him to let you up, even though you’re wetter than he thinks he’s ever seen you.
and he tapes your cunt from top to bottom, despite your little hiccuping moans about how mean he is to you. at least, that’s what it sounds like, but for that, he still flips you over to tape your asshole too, biting at the flesh when you groan.
and then he leaves you there, wiggling and moaning and looking so pretty for him like this. tied up and teary eyed, and when you beg through the tape to be freed, only then does he feel a little more appreciated because you need him. that’s all he’s ever wanted from you.
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