to be loved despite.. despite, despite, despite. i think this idea only exists in books, in movies, in my dreams. i want to be loved despite the risk, despite the hurt. please?

don't know what i did before you

but i know that i adore you

if you wonder if i care

just say the word and i'll be right there

I watched trigun stampede, became obsessed, and then went to watch the OG trigun. Hope I'm not too late to the party

Did some doodles to get it out of my system :D

Fuck internalized gender roles.

For the longest time I've thought I'm a Morticia in our marriage cos I'm the wife (nb afab). And don't get me wrong, I'm happily married, but there has always been this feeling that I'm not very good at being Morticia. I love my husband so much, I wanted to give him so much more than this sorry excuse of a bootleg goth wife.

Then one day I was grocerie shopping and I saw this absolutely stunning bucket of flaming red and orange roses. At that moment I realised I'm in fact a Gomez and my husband deserves all the beautiful roses in the world and more cos he is my Morticia, the love of my life, the air in my lungs, the everlasting madness in my heart and mind.

I gave him the roses and I'll give him more, and I keep lovin' and worshipping him all eternity and beyond. And there is no more self doubt cos now I know that I am Gomez.

I would have burned the whole world down to get you back.

Lisa Taddeo, from Animal

Jan Peteh @ Manchester, 2023-07-17

🎥 Yours truly 🫶

WHEN MY GIRLFRIEND SAYS SHE LOVES ME BUT MACAQUE SAID "I followed you and touched your light. There is no single corner of you I didn't look at and awed. You looked back at me when I asked you to as long as I basked in your light you gave me promises, you gave me love. To continue your promise, you feared failure and so you attained more but now you have sidetracked from your promise and instead try to attain more not for your promise to me but yourself." BRO?? I read this the other WEEK I'm still caught on this lineeeee

Get you someone who will say this shit. If this is him being upset I really do want to hear his more loving speeches

"I love you isn't the answer to everything. But it's the best answer to give to someone you love, isn't it?"

THISSS. GIVE ME THIS! I WANT THIS IN A RELATIONSHIP. well I don't want *his* relationship, they almost divorced like 3 times BUT I WANT THE WORDS. I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT SPEAKS POETRY, THAT LOVES IN STANZAS. SOMEBODY MATCH MY ENERGY ISTG

Fic these lines are from. It killed me </3. Also, I've got no clue how y'all get these links to be ✨clickable✨ so the fic is also called Love Team if you need that

oh my god tiny sam barks in i'd do anything

I miss Eddie.

I miss the way his dimples curve up his cheeks, starting at the corners of his mouth before spreading upwards, the way his smirks start at the opposite corner to his smiles, the way he's either grinning so quickly it's like he's always been grinning because you don't see it grow, or the way it creeps up slowly and then all at once, like falling asleep.

I miss his chocolate button eyes and the way they swim with tears, or the way they look when he's got mischief on his mind, the way they crinkle when he smiles and the way the bags underneath bunch up when he grins. I miss the way his tongue pokes out between his teeth when he's concentrating or when he's trying to be sneaky. I miss the way he throws himself to the floor when he perceives danger or the way he throws himself into danger for the people he deems worthy of it. I miss his long hair and his leather jacket and his Dio patch and his love for heavy metal and his love for life and the way he tries again and again and does his best with what he has and always finds a way to bounce back as strong and as feral and adorable as ever. I miss his strength and wisdom and confidence and beauty and how he's so Eddie, through every rise and every fall, every tragedy and every triumph.

I miss the way he finds, adopts and protects his little sheepies, his family, the way he became for others what his Uncle Wayne is to him, the way he chooses kindness over being as mean to others as they are to him (and believe me, I know well how much violence it costs to even try to be gentle and kind when there is the acid of hate right on the tip of your tongue but you don't want to be like the people who hurt you, you don't you don't you don't), the way he judged Erica how he was judged but then when he's called out on it he realises his mistake and owns it and makes it better and doesn't do it again. The way he tries to mend bridges between Steve and Nancy when he sees that there's more for them because he might be a self-proclaimed cynic but he doesn't want love to go to waste, the way he comforts Chrissy when he sees she isn't okay, the way he throws himself off a bench because he's trying to make her laugh and then they sit and talk and bond and holy shit, maybe not every cheerleader is mean and scary and he's just so emotionally intelligent and he cares, he cares he cares, so much so that if he tried to hold his heart in his hand he would burn himself for all the passion he shows the world.

The way he learned a Metallica song in just eighteen days by ear and by heart, the way he keeps track of and remembers all the details about his campaigns between one Hellfire session and the next, the way he's obviously so clever and driven but the school system doesn't work for everyone and nine times out of ten it sets people up for failure and the way he wanted to graduate because why the fuck else would he try three times for the same damn thing if he didn't care?

I miss the way Eddie laughs, the way he giggles, the way he trips over his own feet while running down the stairs, the way he shouts hi at particles and crosses his fingers behind his head, the way he grins and the way he asks for beer even when he knows it's a bad idea just because he needs something to soothe his jangled nerves. I miss the way he wore everything he loved on his body, made every article of clothing and every accessory count, the way everything he does and is and has is sentimental, the way he loves Uncle Wayne, the way he loves his sheepies and Hellfire, Corroded Coffin, the way he managed to juggle all of this as well as being a drug dealer without getting caught, and still find time to sleep and take care of himself.

I'm sat here typing so fast my fingers are burning and I have a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes and all this love and nowhere for it to go and I miss Eddie Munson. So much and for so many things but most of all, because he's Eddie Munson, and nothing is more special than that. I'd die for him, but more than that, more than that, I'd live for him. Because he's worth it. He's worth all of it.

I'm on my knees for Ilya Samsonov

Am I okay?

I am a 17 year old living in germany with no prior acting experience apart from a school musical in 5th grade (although, not to brag, but i did have a solo) and a really shitty movie I filmed with my film-course last school year that would've been better if my teacher hadn't decided to redo the entire script we wrote to make it better, and I want nothing more than to be delusional and believe my ass could somehow make it onto the set for season three of good omens.

No, i am not okay.

I have no chance and I don't even know how to go about this even if I did. I'm going to regret all of my prior life decisions once they start filming.

I am most decidedly not okay.

I need lovejoy to come back to [redacted] immediately

Simple Plan // I'd Do Anything

I've said it before and I'll say it again but I wanna run my tongue through Izuku Midoriya's bush like a snake slithering through grass.

Thank you for listening.