argenti would be the type of man to keep a rose in his spaceship right after when he gives you one. he'd keep an eye on the rose on his spaceship so when it wilts, he'll gift you a new one.
argenti would be the type of man to have no primary love language— simply because he shows love in all languages. he'd shower you with kisses, he'd gift you small, but thoughtful trinkets from his journey, he'd spend every ounce of his free time to you, he'd whisper praises in your ear, and he'd go all out if you wanted to do him a favor.
argenti would be the type of man who cannot live past a day without kissing you. whether if it's a challenge you gave him, he'll immediately break it and kiss your hand without hesitation.
argenti would be the type of man to seek comfort in your arms after a long and busy day. your arms are paradise to him— he would cling to you all night if he's spent.
argenti would be the type of man who worries of objectifying you in his mind. he claims that he is not good with words, and worries that if his words are way too sweet or saccharine; when in reality he just wants to hold your hand. tell him to be straightforward, and he will ask you to indulge in cuddles, kisses, and more.
argenti would be the type of man to indulge in dancing with you under the moonlight. his movements are slow, careful of his steps as he stares at you, his eyes romantic and loving.
argenti would be the type of man to secretly take note of your interests and what you like. someday, when he comes back from his adventure, he'll surprise you with your favorite.
argenti would be the type of man to write you letters during his journey. his letters are filled with paragraphs about how he is doing and how he deeply misses you.
argenti would be the type of man who'd never leave and grow old with you. years would pass by and the two of you have grown old and gray, but his love for you never changes.
argenti would be the type of man to make you his last and final mission. he swears to protect you until his last breath, and he vows that you would be his first and last love. <3
bimbo!reader n ethans pda 😭😭 like that 1 scene when their all sitting tg outside and mindys going off.
shes just sitting on his lap w her feet dangling near his stiff ones giggling n kissing his forehead but theyre all to used to it to care!!!
LISTEN LISTEN i saw this pic and my mindddd went to this scenario so here we r two weeks later
when he's just sitting there, she has a hand wrapped around his bicep, and a leg tossed over his thick thighs. he lets her do whatever, going out of his way to keep his bicep in reach of her, and resting his hands along her calf gently.
sometimes, she just looks at him and he's just so pretty in her eyes. like now, eyebrows furrowed, big brown eyes looking up at mindy as he listens to whatever she's saying. she knows that she should be listening to her friend too, as it's probably literally a case of life or death. but ethan's lips are parted and he takes a breath, glancing over at her for a second, a soft smile sent her way when he sees that she's already looking at him. he looks away, but his eyes widen slightly whenever he feels slicked lips against his cheek, and he turns his head, just a hint of a smile on his lips when he sees that she's still sitting close to him.
his eyes flicker down to her lips, and the tension between them two in this moment its so fucking thick that it's effects are felt on the others surrounding them. but they're so lost in it that they don't even acknowledge the others, neither noticing the way mindy trails off.
she's sitting so close at this point that it makes more sense for her to sit in his lap, ethan's arm wrapped around her lower back, muscles flexing against her body. if they just took the extra step to situate her on his lap, at least some of the overly affectionate displays would be lessened, and the others would feel more comfortable. but they're relationship is ... weird, and they decide to just continue to sit like that, ethan's other hand resting between her thighs, and her head on his shoulder, a satisfied smile on her glossed lips.
‘what?’ cried gimli, startled out of his silence. ‘a corslet of moria-silver? that was a kingly gift!’
‘yes,’ said gandalf. ‘I never told him, but its worth was greater than the value of the whole shire and everything in it.’
frodo said nothing, but he put his hand under his tunic and touched the rings of his mail-shirt. he felt staggered to think that he had been walking about with the price of the shire under his jacket. had bilbo known? he felt no doubt that bilbo knew quite well. It was indeed a kingly gift.
i cant stop thinking about how satosugu thought they have all the time in their hands and itafushi knew that they dont have enough time. the parallels are killing me.
satosugu thought they have all the time in their hands so they didnt confess while itafushi knew they dont have much time that's why they didnt confess.
this is hurting me physically, mentally and spiritually. i am slowly dying and it's my own fault for starting jujutsu kaisen without knowing the consequences of it. this will forever haunt me even after death.
Hey guys. I lied. We’re not out of the woods we just went into a meadow and then fell into the rabbit hole into wonderland. It actually gets worse from here
It gets worse it gets worse it gets worse it gets so much worse its worse.
that one person on tt that made the whole “omg fireafy inverted - tv girl ref?!?” thank you SO MUCH you’ve opened my eyes up nd cured every single mental illness ever