#Weeping Hour

[peachsayshi]

*sobbing into my palms*

thinking of dad!nanami consoling his toddler. his baby girl on his lap, her cheeks so red and she’s sniffling while rubbing her eyes with her tiny hands. nanami kisses her forehead, continues to ask her what’s wrong, continues to soothe her worries away with lovely words…but she can’t speak yet so she babbles out her responses while he brushes the locks of her soft hair away from her face. he hums and nods his head, knuckles wiping away the tears as he cradles her for a hug, and you’re the only one who picked up on the fact that the reason why he can calm her down is because the sound of his deep voice comforts her and assures her that she’s safe when he’s around 😞😞😞😞😞😞

#guys help me I’m mushy and soft and want to weep over this #nanami fluff hours #nanami fluff #dad nanami

[theravenlyn-art]

she was like an angel to me

#artlyn #mcu #the marvels #monica rambeau #photon #// #sorry for posting about mcu lol #and i guess for vague spoilers #but like genuinely seeing monica glow filled me with so much awe i was close to weeping and like damn maybe thats what people talk about #when they tell stories about crying because they saw an angel #not to overhype the scene lmao #but also theres a bit as an aside to kamala where she's like ''dont worry about it baby'' and i was like :') #also khan family appreciation i love them #anyway whipped this up in an hour or something because couldnt get it out of my head

[kawaiionnna]

This event title is the gift that keeps on giving

#mafuyu asahina #kanade yoisaki #ena shinonome #project sekai #nightcord at 25:00 #25 ji nightcord de #also it’s major sad girl hours #the cards n the events make me weep

[crybaby-bkg]

you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………

Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.

“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.

but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.

“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.

you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.

“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.

#I thought about this earlier and it made me WEEP #bc cutting a baby’s fingernails is a TERRIFYING and terrible experience #and if you cut too close/low and make them cry???? ohhhh just send me to hell at that point #I’ve never actually done it sjdhdjd but I’m TRAUMATIZED seeing my sister do it #and I just think he wants to be so careful and sweet with his baby but he’s terrified of hurting them even more!!! #I love him goodbye #I’m sooooo freaking sleepy tho we had such a long day doing stuff w my family and nieces #I’m BEAT!!!!! #but Christmas is in a few hours and I’m excited ^_^ #bakugou treats! 🍬 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #dad bkg

[unknownarmageddon]

rendezvous

cross belongs to jael peñaloza killer belongs to rahafwabas

#armageddon art #i really really like this one it came out almost exactly how i wanted cackles cackles #ALSO ALSO reblogs are so so encouraged i spent like literally 9 hours on this #anyway wagh kross weeping wailing #cross sans #killer sans #cross!sans #killer!sans #cross x killer #killer x cross #kross ship #criller #sanscest #utmv #sans au #utmv fanart

[duskandcobalt]

Under the Weeping Willow

Emboldened by the light of a full moon, Elain lures Azriel out to the garden for a late night rendezvous.

18+ because this is just some classic duskandcobalt smut brought on by the first full moon of the year.

3k words

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“Your shadows watch, don’t they?” She went on, granting him the small mercy of not having to say anything just yet. “Feyre said you have eyes on me at all times. I thought you would’ve known.”

“My shadows do watch,” he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “But only to ensure your safety. I don’t have them report on…  private matters.” 

Azriel groaned, brushing his unruly hair from his eyes as he sat up in bed and scanned his almost pitch black room with bleary eyes. 

He had tried to ignore the soft sound the first couple of times but after hearing that hollow tapping noise against his window for the fifth time, he’d given in to the impulse to investigate.

He swung his long legs out from under the covers, adjusting the waist of the cotton pants he’d worn to sleep as he padded over to the window and gingerly moved aside the heavy curtains just an inch so he could peer out of the small window that overlooked the garden of the Townhouse. 

The full moon hung high in the sky, casting silvery light over the cobblestone pathway that meandered through the flourishing garden towards the giant willow tree that sat at the very back of the space. He blinked, lazily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he tried to focus on what looked to be a figure standing by the wrought iron table that was situated in perfect view of his window. 

She almost looked like an apparition, a trick of the moonlight, standing so perfectly still as she peered up at his window. Her feet were bare, her thick hair loose, falling in soft waves down her back. She wore a simple nightgown that did nothing to hide the soft curves of her breasts and thighs with the way the moon illuminated her from behind. Her small hand was curled into a tight fist at her side, holding tight to what appeared to be an assortment of small rocks.

Azriel watched, pulling back the drapes fully, as Elain plucked another pebble out of her hand, raising her arm to toss it at his window again. She stopped short, the pebble tumbling from her fingers and onto the cobblestones, when her eyes caught his and she realised that she’d succeeded in getting his attention. 

He was sure he was still asleep, that this was one of the dreams that plagued him recently. One of those fantasies that he’d kept all to himself, ashamed of the way his skin prickled with heat at the mere thought of her. There was no other explanation, no other plausible reason for Elain Archeron to be standing in the garden in the dark of night, wearing little to nothing, and throwing rocks at his window. 

Still, he found himself slipping on a shirt and silently making his way downstairs after she’d crooked a single finger, brazenly beckoning him to come to her with the slightest hint of a smile on her face.  

“Hello.” The sweet rasp of her whispered greeting caused goosebumps to rise on Azriel’s arms and the back of his neck despite the balmy summer night. The sheerness of her gown was even more obvious in such close proximity and Azriel fought to keep his eyes on her face, not daring to look any lower than the delicate collarbones that peaked out from the top of her ivory dress. 

“It’s very late.” Azriel said, gazing into those big brown eyes framed with long, dark lashes.

“Come with me,” was the only reply she offered before she turned and carefully began making her way through the garden. 

He couldn’t help it, then. Couldn’t stop his eyes from falling to the small of her back. To the swell of her hips and the generous curves of her backside and thighs. He had a feeling she knew exactly how much of her body was on display. That she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Azriel willed himself to follow her, still not entirely sure that this wasn’t all an elaborate dream brought on by the full moon.

Elain paused in front of the weeping willow at the very back of the garden, one hand outstretched towards him. He took a breath to steady himself as he took her small hand in his and allowed her to pull him under the thick canopy of leaves that hung all the way to the ground. 

There was a large blanket there, draped over the patch of grass in between the gnarled roots of the tree that protruded from the ground. He stood, unsure what to do with himself as Elain lowered herself to the floor until she was flat on her back, her arms relaxed at her sides. 

At least here, under this tree - the light of the moon diffused by the heavy dangling branches - he was granted a reprieve from the sinful outline of her body that had been so visible to him just a moment ago. 

“Lay down.” She looked up at him, her teeth grazing her lower lip. 

Azriel complied, slowly laying down on the blanket next to her, close enough that the tips of his fingers brushed against hers. He turned his head to face her but Elain’s eyes were closed, her face tilted upwards. 

The dim blue light from the two siphons he’d quickly strapped to his hands before coming out to meet her casted her alabaster skin in a sapphire glow that  made her look enticing and almost dangerous in a way that made his blood rush to between his legs.

“What are we doing?” He asked after the silence got to be too much, watching the rise and fall of her chest. 

“I hear you at night, sometimes.” She whispered, eyes still closed. “I hear the way you say my name.”

Azriel went still. The only movement he allowed was a slight  bob of his throat as he swallowed in an attempt to quell his nerves. There was no chance she meant what he thought she meant. There was no way that she knew about the things he did, the way he thought about her in the darkest hours of the night. 

Before he had the chance to ask, to seek confirmation, she spoke again. 

“Do you ever hear me?” 

“Elain -” Azriel croaked, unsure as to what he could even say to her.

“Your shadows watch, don’t they?” She went on, granting him the small mercy of not having to say anything just yet. “Feyre said you have eyes on me at all times. I thought you would’ve known.”

“My shadows do watch,” he spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. “But only to ensure your safety. I don’t have them report on…  private matters.” 

Azriel cleared his throat, his fingers digging into his thigh as he fought back the images that her words had brought to mind. Images of her sprawled out in bed, that torturous nightgown gathered up around her waist. “They know when to look away.”

“A shame.” She huffed a laugh and Azriel’s breath hitched as she turned her face towards him, her eyes falling upon him. “All this time… I’ve been putting on such a show for you.” 

He muttered a curse under his breath, his heart beating so fast against his chest that he genuinely thought he might perish at any given second. Immortality be damned.

“Do you want to know what I think about, Azriel?” The playful lilt of her voice told him that she was enjoying this.

He should’ve said no. Should’ve attempted to preserve the little bit of sanity that remained intact whenever he found himself in her presence. But his resolve crumbled at the glint of amusement in her eyes and he decided that he’d deal with whatever consequences awaited him whenever this dream faded and reality set back in.

“Tell me.” He dipped his chin once, granting her the permission to ruin him. 

“You see,” she began, the soft silk of her voice wrapped itself around him and held him captive. “I’ve been reading a lot lately as a distraction from all the….” She raised a hand, waving it around in the air as her lips momentarily turned down into a frown. 

Azriel knew what she meant by the action. He felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing that the visions that plagued her had a tendency to be  foreboding and menacing more often than not. He was fully aware that she often roamed around at night, quietly tiptoeing through the hallways and out to the garden, avoiding sleep for fear of being held ransom by one of those haunting visions. 

He had found her a time or two, his shadows leading him to wherever she was. He’d feign that he needed a glass of water or a cup of tea, knowing that she’d take it upon herself to offer her help in the kitchen. He’d talk to her as the kettle boiled, exchanging quiet conversation just so he could make sure she was alright - excusing himself back to bed only when her shoulders relaxed and her eyes cleared. 

“The problem is,” Elain shook her head, her eyes focusing on him once again. “When I lay in bed and imagine all those things I’ve been reading about, there’s only one face that comes to mind.”

Her little finger grazed his and Azriel’s skin grew taut over his bones at that small touch, at her words. She lifted his hand in hers, raising it up in between them. He held it there, allowing her to trace over his scars. His chest ached at the gentleness of her touch as she followed the swirling path of raised tissue that covered his hands and wrists with her index finger.

“It’s these beautiful hands that I think about when I touch myself.” She set his hand down and reached out towards him, her fingertips just barely sweeping over his lower lip. “It’s this mouth that I picture making me come.”

Her fingers left his lips. She dragged her hand down his throat and across his chest, stopping where his heart beat rapidly for her. “I always hoped that the shadows would tell you that I was calling for you. Always wished that you’d come into my room and help me.”

He couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and taking her wrist in his hand. He had to touch her. Needed to touch her. Azriel tugged her towards him, wrapping an arm firmly around her waist, bringing her with him as he sat upright. 

She looked down at him from where she straddled him now, surprise written in her eyes at how quickly he’d taken control of the situation.

Azriel allowed himself to drag his palms down from her waist to her thighs and then back up again to her hips where he held tight and pulled her down until her eyes fluttered shut and the smallest sigh left her lips at the feeling of him hard against her center. “Let me help you now.” 

He urged her hips forwards again, holding back a groan of his own as she tentatively rocked against him. 

It would be so easy to ease her nightgown up and over her body, to allow himself the pleasure of  sliding his fingers in between her thighs to gather the wetness he could feel quickly dampening the cotton of his pants onto the tips of his fingers. But he’d be patient, he’d wait to touch her how he wanted. He’d wait to taste her. He needed her like this first.

“Tell me.” He echoed his earlier words. “Tell me all the things you think about.” Azriel watched her carefully, utterly enthralled at the way her head tipped back, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to focus on his request.

“I picture you telling me to get on my knees,” she began, her words punctuated by another press of her hips towards his. “I picture you telling me to open my mouth.”

Gods.

Her hands clutched at his shoulders and his fingers tightened on her hips.

How many times had he wrapped a fist around his cock, imagining her lips wrapped around him? How many times had he considered what the heat of her mouth would feel like as she hollowed her cheeks and took him down her throat?

“I picture buying one of those outfits from that shop in town that I’ve never dared to enter.” She continued, voice raw and trembling with need. “Something delicate and lacy… or maybe you prefer silk? Satin? I think about wearing those things and waiting for you in your room or in your office... sometimes you slowly take them off of me, sometimes you like to leave them on.”

Azriel’s cock throbbed at the mental image and he gave in to the temptation to rut up into her, leaning forward to press his lips to the hollow of her throat. 

He loved females  any which way but he’d always held a special appreciation for lingerie. He liked having an additional layer to undo. Liked the straps and the bows, the lace and the silk. He thought of it almost like jewelry, pretty adornments for an otherwise naked body. Most of all, he liked the confidence that those flimsy wisps of fabric seemed to bring.

The thought of Elain dressed like that was a fantasy he’d never allowed himself but now that she’d brought it up, he’d never be able to get it out of his mind. 

“My favourite…” She gasped as he lightly dragged his lips over that little peak of her collar bone. “Is when you bend me over your desk and…” 

Her words were cut off by another frantic gasp and Elain tensed in his arms. His face was pressed between her breasts as she leaned forward to rest her head against his shoulder. She slid her slickened core over him over and over again, her pace quickening until she was a writhing mess above him - unable to utter anything except a long string of curses he’d never thought he’d hear her say, let alone form a coherent sentence.

“That’s it, Elain.” Azriel coaxed her, allowing his hands to travel behind her until they were dangerously low on her back, angling her in a way that he knew would provide pressure exactly where she needed it most. “Come for me, sweet girl.”

Azriel relished in the subtle tremble  of her body as she slumped against him, the smooth rhythm of her hips faltering as she found her pleasure. He felt the curve of her lips as they turned up into a satiated smile against his throat, heard the way she moaned his name in rapid succession.

For all the times he'd imagined what this would be like, nothing would ever come close to the reality of her. Each sound Elain made was music to his ears. The feel of her skin was forever ingrained in his fingertips, the soft feel of her plush hips was something he'd never be able to shake from his hands.

“Good.” Azriel whispered, unable to keep his own satisfaction at finally having her like this from slipping into his tone. “Good girl. I’ve got you, Angel.”

He soothed his palms over her back, drawing small circles over the fabric of her nightgown, now damp with sweat, until she caught her breath and peeled back, untangling herself from him.

Elain eased off Azriel’s lap, kneeling on the blanket beside him and gazing up at him with wide, hazy eyes as if she couldn’t believe what they’d done despite having lured him from the comfort of his bed for this very purpose. 

Azriel stared back at her, maneuvering onto his knees to match her.He watched as her gaze dipped down, her teeth tugging at her full bottom lip at the realisation that he was still hard and aching for her.

She reached for him but Azriel took her wrist in his hand once again, redirecting it to his shoulder. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, gently tucking her hair behind her ears before lowering his face to hers until his lips hovered over hers. 

“Yes.” She breathed without even an ounce of hesitation. Her body keened even closer to his - every inch of her torso pressed tight against him. It took everything in him not to succumb to that touch. To let her slide her hands below the waistband of his pants. To lay her back down on this blanket and sink deep inside her. To let her envelop him completely until he forgot everything but her name.

Instead, his fingers flexed around her hip and he held her firmly in place, maintaining that miniscule gap between their lips. 

“Patience, Elain.” He grinned at the disappointment that flickered across her face and shifted the hand that rested on her neck to tilt her face just how he wanted. “Have you any idea? All the things I have planned for you?” 

He didn’t give her a chance to answer, relenting and ghosting his lips over hers once, twice, before he finally kissed her. 

He kept it soft and slow, his mouth sliding over hers in a way that left her utterly breathless. 

He could scent the fresh wave of her desire. That sweetest scent of jasmine and honey edged with a musk that he swore called just to him. He knew that every nerve in her body was begging for him just as every part of him was screaming at him to indulge in her. But Azriel held firm, took his fill by way of this singular kiss and allowed his lips and tongue and his roaming hands to deliver the unspoken promise that this night was only the beginning for them. That he intended to take his time acquanting himself with her in all the ways he’d dreamed now that she’d offered the truth of the intensity of  her own wants and needs to him.

He’d do everything he could to bring each and every one of their fantasies to life.

By the time Elain brought herself to open her eyes after Azriel had pulled away from that shattering kiss with a whispered instruction to go back to bed and one final kiss to her temple, the Shadowsinger had disappeared back through the low hanging branches of the willow tree. 

She was left kneeling alone in the dappled moonlight - the blue light of his siphons a distant memory as she bought a shaking fingertip to her lips to press at the swollenness and feel the lingering heat - the only tangible evidence that she hadn’t imagined any of what had just happened with only the full moon as their witness.

Later, when she gathered the energy to raise up on shaky limbs and find her way back to her room,  she caught two shadows emerging from the willow tree where they’d been hiding - lingering and trailing behind her as she walked through the garden and back into the townhouse, only skittering away to the upstairs hallway and back to their master once she was safely inside, her bedroom door firmly shut behind her.

#elriel #elriel fic #elriel fanfiction #elriel smut #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #my writing #acotar #I have once again stayed up until the early hours of the morning to write #is the townhouse big enough to house a weeping willow? probably not but just roll with it okay #there is zero plot to this lmao

[y-rhywbeth2]

By the way, in case anybody was wondering about the "where are my grandkids/nieces/nephews/whatever" nagging from the Dark Urge's family I mentioned yesterday (by which I mean; I'm inflicting this knowledge on others), here they are from the dialogue files because I lost that save file and I'm still in Act 1:

Durge: "When I bring ruin to the world, will Bhaal allow me to spare my beloved?" Sceleritas: "Of course Master! We will always need to sire more Bhaalspawn! Although if they are not up to the task we may need to find you a breeding-mate. Or ten." - Durge: "The family tree is a bit of a circle, isn't it?" Sarevok: "You failed to bring forth issue when you helmed our cult. It is a mortal sin for a Chosen. I even hoped you and my daughter might one day create a new blood-lamb for us, but it is not to be..." - Abazigal: "Yes. Father Bhaal mated with a true dragon. Pray one day you have the honour of doing the same."

You get them by becoming an Unholy Assassin and Bhaal's Chosen

#The BG2 player in me weeps whenever I perceive Sarevok's BG3 evil clone #...different-flavour-of-evil clone #durge #the dark urge #dark urge #villainous nonsense #babbling #edgelord hours

[pinkee-moon]

besitos for best boy

#persona 3 #akihiko sanada #shinjiro aragaki #persona 3 femc #kotone shiomi #minako arisato #hamuko arisato #akishinjiham hours are upon us #literally every night after midnight #i think about them #and WEEP #it is wackadoodle time #i'm crying #pinkee moon art

[chinzhilla]

All this time, those that I love have been taken away from me all because of you?

#the sign #the sign the series #babe tanatat #asianlgbtqdramas #userdramas #asiandramanet #thesignsource #userspicy #uservix #* #*the sign #just tharn recognizing the inevitability of it all #been weeping throughout the making of this set #anyways t-10ish hours here we gooooo

[thebirdandhersong]

breaking the tumblr fast to ask for prayer :') it is currently the WORST of times (though, in intense joyous flashes, occasionally also the best of times). I am bulldozing my way through the dregs of midterms, final exam prep, graduation plans, job applications, dorm volunteer stuff, all while trying to deal with/reckon with/endure/come to terms with/persevere through literally the deepest emotional pain I've ever been in lol

#is this the price you pay for consciously deciding to keep your heart open and vulnerable to both joy and pain ??? !!!!!! #anyway it is not always misery but the miserable parts make my chest physically hurt :-) which is fun #would deeply deeply appreciate prayer my friends! i do not want to graduate as a jaded tired weeping girl! and i am so tired! #the world is so big and i am so small and i did not think i had it in me to be so sad but i AM #it would take too long to explain but suffice it to say i've never wept for two hours straight before but now that i have #i must tell you that it is not a good time. at all. #i love you and i miss you and i am doing my best :'))))))) I AM DOING MY BEST!!!!!

[transmasccofee]

don’t readSaiki k it ruins your life you think it’s a comedy but that’s just what Shuuichi Asou WANTS you to think and now you’ve been lured into his SAW TRAP

#saiki k #Guy who has been thinking about TORITSUKA for an hour and weeping voice please let me out of my cage

[difeisheng]

can we talk about the image of li lianhua and fang duobing bringing a-fei back to lianhualou. can we talk about fang duobing hauling him onto his back, unconscious, because "don't try, li lianhua, you're not strong enough. i'll do it". can we talk about him laying a-fei down in li lianhua's bed where li lianhua instructs him to, still gentle in the act, even though di feisheng is a man who of late has tried to hurt fang duobing more than help him. can we talk about li lianhua stripping the outer layers of wedding silk off of a-fei (the only person di feisheng would ever marry is dead, true, but he still has his own life yet), and tucking him under his own sheets like he belongs there. and finally, can we talk about the first time a-fei dreams, dreams of death dealt by his own hands in a stone cold trap, but he wakes up not only in a familiar place he's allowed to call a home but also in the presence of two people whom he gets to share it with

#hi your regularly scheduled weeping over a-fei arc hours are here #im just rambling #mysterious lotus casebook #liansanjiao #di feisheng #li xiangyi #fang duobing #ashton originals

[slavicafire]

we haven't talked for years - bitter years when I mourned our friendship every summer - the first true friend I ever had, the first person who truly knew me. so many attempts to revive this that failed heartbreakingly.

and then this summer, a message. a conversation, then a whole day together, then a sleepover back like when we were kids.

and today! today I'm one of the first people in her life that she calls to tell me her boyfriend proposed to her. one of the first! sends me photos right away, giggling and happy. me! if it happened a year ago I wouldn't even know, I'd just find out once they married from some random conversation with the women at the village.

but today! today I'm here to share this joy with her! me!

#żmija gada #weeping crying howling so so happy I need to drive over there those 3 hours and hug her and lift her off the ground

[soullessjack]

spn was really like

“hey what if the spawn of Lucifer was a mama’s boy and loved his mother so much but also she died in childbirth because of what he is so he has this entire guilt complex about inadvertently killing her by existing for half his life, and so he decides to save his friend dad guys’ mom bc he’s projecting his own loss onto them so he rips the universe in half to go find her and then they bond together until she sees him as one of her sons and he sees her as a mother figure and she calls him sweetheart and he swears to always protect her and they both truly genuinely love each other, and then he’s gonna actually kill his mother for real this time and spiral into even more self hatred and guilt over it because for the second time in his life he’s killed his mother just by being what he is”

and you expect me to be normal about it.

#real jack and mary weeping hours #spn #supernatural #jack kline #mary winchester #jack and mary #kelly kline #jack and kelly #spn season 13 #spn season 14 #13x07 #the bad place #spn 14x17 #game night #eeuugghhhggg #Joe Swanson crying in the drunken clam for 40+ seconds dot mp4 #I know we’re all obsessed with his three silly dads and the unexpected queerness of him having a non traditional family #but can we talk about his moms for a minute #I swear Kelly gets left behind so much it’s insane. ‘why does he go by kline he’s a Winchester’ BECAUSE OF HIS FUCKING MOTHER WHOM HE LOVES #AND STRONGLY IDENTIFIES WITH #THATS WHY FUCKER #the way he asked Duma if he could see Mary in heaven to explain it was an accident and we never got that #we never got any fucking closure for them and I’m so mad about it every day of my life #god .

[moonchild-in-blue]

"Well I am yours tonight, so will you lay in my arms?" // "The past, the future, trough death my arms are open" // Caught in the careless arms of lust again" // "We tangle endlessly like lovers entwined" // "My arms belong around you" // My arms keep you in the room, barely let you move" // "We were tangled up like branches in a flood" // "And you (...) make me yearn for your embrace" // "The angels tonight are suffering, as I am, to merely behold you, as we lie down together"

"And I'll live like I've got missing limbs for you"

#are you in pain like i am??? i don't think you areeee #it's sad hours over here #you spend a few days not listening to Sleep Token and the comeback slaps you on the face and gnaws at your shins #Vessel baby I have listened to your music countless times. Why must you hurt me like this all over again. #someone bring me some tissues i am weeping over here #sleep token

[tuesdayinthedas]

I can’t stop thinking about Vegeta throughout the end of DBZ. This proud warrior Prince, his people no longer exist, except for one absolute clown of a Saiyan raised on earth. The one man who saved him not once but twice. His original goal of immortality, a chance to have a level of control he hasn’t had under the thumb of Frieza and opportunity to liberate himself, the last legacy of his race and he gets his ass whooped.

Then he tries again and fails again (when he gives in to despair in the face of Frieza being so powerful, it hurts and Im so proud of him that we never see that again and I fully believe its due to Gokus influence). And then theres Goku again, Vegeta leaves his peoples and Vegetas own hopes and dreams to Goku. And Goku delivers. And then Vegeta has nothing, Frieza gone, his people gone, what can he even do? All he has left is his promise to beat Goku one day, (Vegeta hold so much weight in promises).

And then Goku dies and he’s just gone. Sure he comes back 7 years later, but in that time Vegeta’s entire reason for being was gone, sure he starts a family and one that he dearly loves. But the return of Goku ignites those lost feelings in him. Its that whole premise of growing up with expectations of what you were going to be and you wake up one day and realise you don’t recognise yourself, you aren’t who you were promised to be, aren’t who you were aiming for (this is why I just love Majin Vegeta so much). A promised Prince, with no people to rule, the one person that is the reason he is alive at all, that was his entire drive gone for what he would have thought to be forever, what could you even do, where could you even go? He had his one anchor of Bulma and then his children. But this wasn’t what he was supposed to be, he should have been a ruler, he should have been dead. And then his one true goal returns and he’s confronted with that and he falls.

#driving in the car thoughts #music and 1 hour of hills driving is great for thoughts #listen #i love vegeta so much #i have so many feelings about this #but im not really the best with words #and then urghhhh when he meets the universe 6 saiyans #i actual cry at how princely he becomes #his pride in his people hhhhhhhh #what he could have beeeeeeeen #weeps #*shakes vegeta like a ragdoll* #vegeta #goku #be kind to my shitty thoughts #vani rambles