Jaskier staring at Geralt

Jaskier: "Geralt punch me I need to cry"

Geralt alarmed and would never hurt his bard : "What no why?"

Jaskier actually more emotionally represed then his dear witcher "I feel to much and crying will make it better but my body won't let me"

Geralt who is extremely concerned and going into hug Jaskier and pet his head: "no"

(Lowkey Geralt is @raerae132 but they would also force me to watch sad things to make me feel better)

ive decided the best thing for Crowley post-s2divorce is to become a goofy girl!Dad to an unhinged gremlin child. In this case this one that I've named Hanna.

Jason kisses Jaime like his lips are made of water and he is parched.

Jason kisses Jaime like he'll die again and leave his lover in a world without him, where he'll slowly forget him as the world passes them by. He kisses Jaime like the moon kisses the night sky, desperate and wanting just one more second.

Jason kisses Jaime like they'll never see each other again. Like they'll get pulled apart by fate, never to be reunited. Jason kisses Jaime how he reads a book. Leaning in, with purpose, wanting more, knowing it'll end but please, just let him finish this.

"Call me selfish, Doll, we can wait on the reservation." Jason bargains late at night when the restaurants are already one wrong move from closing, much to Jaime's laughter.

Jaime kisses Jason like a wrench twists a bolt. Short, frequent. As long as the bolt exists, it needs to be tightened. It needs to be twisted by the wrench.

Jaime kisses Jason like a heirloom. As if Jason is a pendant that grants luck and fortune just by existing. He kisses Jason like he's deserving.

Jaime kisses Jason like a wave meets the sand on a leisurely day. Slow, calm, with the sound of birds above and the touch of seaweed below.

Jaime kisses Jason like he'll last.

"Till death do we part, no?" He teases early in the morning, when Jason is barely awake enough to register lips against his head.

"Is that how you're proposing to me?" He asks, groggy and fighting to gain enough consciousness to focus on Jaime's handsome face.

"We already proposed at the carnival, remember? When we were twenty?" Jaime replies, holding up the hand that held a cheap metal ring that was part of a set. It was from some capsule machine in a giftshop. Jason had gotten the tickets from one of his henchmen that couldn't go with his family.

The rings were broken more often than they were wearable, Jason thought bitterly. Jaime deserved better.

Jaime intertwined their fingers. Jason's blue ring next to Jaime's red.

Jaime smiled, his teeth the slightest bit sharper than what was considered human.

The rings were adorable, Jaime thought. He wanted their wedding bands to look like them.

Jaime kisses Jason like tomorrow is guaranteed.

Jason kisses Jaime like it isn't

Branch and Poppy: Human Edition

i crawled out of hell to give this

*slides back into the depths of where i came*

Can we talk about mitsuham I think we should talk about mitsuham yes I’d like that very much

Imagine Mitsuru her life has been planned out for her by a bunch of men her choices are not hers to make every move is political she is nothing but a tool forced to fight as a child never allowed to burden anyone with her feelings. Her life isn’t hers, it’s never been hers for a second, she exists to further the careers of the men around her. The first two friends she makes are both boys and she was in charge of leading them, using them just to further the Kirijo agenda. Genuine friendship did blossom between them, but things fell apart pretty quickly. Shinjiro can’t control Castor, something is seriously wrong with him, he kills someone, then he leaves and the Kirijos cover it up. Was it to protect him, or to protect themselves? Mitsuru certainly doesn’t know anymore but she’s lost a friend and can’t reach him again, he’s too traumatized by personas and Akihiko is still there but he’s always so stuck on Shinjiro and Mitsuru feels like she failed both of them. Just more men for her to let down by not being good enough

Then there’s Kotone. Sweet, strong, clumsy, talented Kotone. She’s so bubbly and friendly, but behind those warm smiles is horrible loneliness. Pain. But she’s never ever gonna let anyone see that. She busies herself by taking care of everyone else, listening to their problems and never burdening them with her own feelings. She can just fix everything and make everyone happy if she works herself hard enough. She just has this way about her, so reliable and so kind

And Mitsuru watches Kotone from above. Trusts her to be the leader, or maybe she just wanted to push a burden onto someone else for a change. Someone who’s able to take on burdens with a smile for fucks sake. And Kotone leads, seemingly effortlessly, and is able to recruit several members in a short time and achieve just so much more than Mitsuru could in her entire lifetime. Just, perfectly. Without even possessing any prior knowledge of the dark hour or personas. And she does this while being so emotional, so social, so weird, so fucking cute, it’s absolutely nauseating. This should be fine, right? It’s what Mitsuru’s always wanted, for someone else to ease her burden. And hell, it’s a woman too, a woman who’s perfectly capable of doing it all without a bunch of men helping her. It’s inspiring, isn’t it?

But there’s the pain. The envy. Kotone is perfect and she doesn’t even have to try. Mitsuru on the other hand has been shaving herself down to nothing just to be allowed a place. She makes the perfect grades and wears the beautiful clothes and applies the fucking makeup and is mature for her age and never speaks out or feels anything that could possibly make her be seen as a human, a filthy fucking human. So why does a woman as unashamed as Kotone get to have it all? And why is Mitsuru still here, still acting as the Kirijo tool, still doing whatever she possibly can to hurt herself to make a man feel better? Why isn’t she useful anywhere? It’s not fair

And then when she actually spends the time with Kotone she’s trying so hard to be that wise and mature figure she’s always been, trying so hard to force herself to smile through the pain, but she’s talking to someone who can see right through that shit cuz Kotone Shiomi invented lying through her teeth to make others feel better. It’s annoying really, how Kotone is supposed to be the childish one, yet it’s Mitsuru who can’t get it together and can’t seem to look into those bright eyes without breaking. And Kotone isn’t disgusted by what she sees, even though Mitsuru is being unreasonable and emotional and talking about wanting to run away and how much she hates her life and how she’s not only eating fast food but enjoying it, letting herself enjoy an indulgence that won’t make her pretty anymore. No, Kotone sees this and listens and encourages it and celebrates it, celebrates how utterly human Mitsuru is. She holds her hand and says "let me take on your burden". And it’s horrible, this kindness, Mitsuru hasn’t even broken all her bones to make Kotone happy, so why is she being so fucking nice? And then something breaks, and Kotone defends her. Stands up for her against a man. Lets herself once again take a hit to protect someone else. And it’s just too familiar, too much to fucking bear, and it pisses Mitsuru the fuck off. And she is able to tell a man to go fuck himself, because no one gets to fucking talk to this girl like she isn’t the most amazing person ever to exist. Not after everything she’s done, everything she still does, not after giving her all and never once asking for anything in return. And in standing up for Kotone, Mitsuru is able to stand up for herself for the first time in her life. And she looks at Kotone and says "let’s take on each other’s burdens"

Oh and also they watch a scary movie together and hold hands and ride a motorcycle and Mitsuru calls Kotone adorable I mean that’s pretty gay man

Cutie patootie yay or nay

YAY!!! YAY, YIPPEE!!! ABSOLUTELY!!! the cutiest patoot ever!! I want to pinch his cheeks!! I want to gnaw on him like a dog bone!!I wanna grab him but the shoulders and shake him!! That bottom deserves his rest!! Also omg I never noticed his sideburns were gone in that panel??? The silly ever

he deserves the world

yes im making stickers because im poor and moving my boyfriend from alberta to the east coast is very expensive

if anyone is interested please share this! im going to be making more litol spidor guys soon, so if you have any cute ideas lemme know

Update

I just wrote over 4k words for @raerae132 and mine Fanfic (The Truth Behind The Lies) a Crossover fic Between Stranger things and Supernatural which is about an oc character 

in other words my wrist hurts and that 4k chapter in my apology for a super angsty chapter i wrote for this that will be chapter 5.... again im sorry for the angst i made (Im not)  

I Promise to pester Author Raerae132 to finish up chapter 4 and 

I love how this is such a universal experience. We are OBSESSED. We are ADDICTED. I cant get enough of this guy. Hes everywhere in my FYP, my feed, my likes, my saved. 😭 SONY knew what they were doing with him.

tem good news i remembered my tumblr login!!!!!!! secondary good news now i can say i love ur fic on THREE (3) different platforms now, that is THREE (3) places i can gush about ur hungry boy au. anyway the latest chapter. sheesh, what gay and also alarming thoughts this bird is having, hope he gets worse and before he gets better and then i hope he gets therapy. love it excellent work as always /beloved

KIP KIP TUMBLR RETURN WE FUCKING WIN THESE HELLO BELOVED ILYSM!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAH UR LIVEBLOG IN MY DMS WAS THE NICEST THING EVER AND THEN YOU LEFT A COMMENT AND NOW AN ASK,,,,, SIBLINGSDUO MOMENT FR<3🥰🥰🥰🥰

Literally so happy you lost ur mind at the Scar kneeling scene. i was so gay for that. i will fully admit that was my fave scene in the entire chapter to write and i will repeat what i said in discord here for the world to read and weep over:

anyway i think they should kiss about it. my final message to da world

kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock and kirk and spock ——

She didn't want to ask. Her pride forbade it. But her damn pride had cost her enough. She looked away. "And if...if I wished for more?"

She felt his fingers on her chin, turning her head. There was an unwanted ache in her throat. Zoya forced herself to meet his gaze. In this light, his hazel eyes looked almost golden.

"Then I would gladly be your prince, your consort, your demon fool."

this picture has me in absolute shambles