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iluvcheescake · 2 years
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my recent likes are just post saying "loid and yor are rlly good parents" and yeah 🫶🫶🫶
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grntaire · 9 months
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fun musical bit about this scene!:
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the piece that the car is playing (the "classical music that stays classical music") is a tone poem, saint-saëns' danse macabre. it's a super famous piece that you've probably heard before and is associated with all things spooky. but it's not just spooky bc it sounds spooky: it's spooky bc it tells a story! a tone poem is a piece of music evokes a poem, short story, landscape, etc. in short, it's a piece of music that's describing or outlining something.
danse macabre tells the story of death, who every year on the stroke of midnight on halloween plays his fiddle to raise the dead. the dead dance for him until the following dawn, where they return to their graves until the next year. (musically it does a lot of cool things to reflect this: there's 12 notes at the beginning representing the 12 strokes of midnight, and the frequent use of a specific musical interval called the tritone. in the medieval period the tritone was also called diabolus in musica, literally meaning "the devil in music" bc of how dissonant it sounded to listeners at the time. it also quotes the dies irae chant as well!)
so the fact that it's what the car chose to play is SUPER cute. bc it's classical (technically it's from the romantic period, but w/e), like aziraphale wants, but it's also reminiscent of crowley. bc i bet the car knows just how much aziraphale loves crowley, too. it's a really subtle nudge that the car knows both of them and it's like the car is finding a musical middle for them both, almost.
it's also a subtly brilliant choice bc in the flashback prior, aziraphale said that crowley asked to meet aziraphale in the graveyard at midnight. just like death met the dead on halloween.
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ryoalouette · 9 months
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Machi's Idea #4
The JL can't understand what's wrong. They did their best effort to honor the king of dead and celebrate accordingly with the most strict protocol. Yet the king seems equally dull and annoyed. The JLD knows what's going on but they decided to say nothing in the hopes that this would teach the JL a lesson. Jason tried to explain the situation but none of the "adults" (aka Batman) listened to him so he decided to get his point across by getting into a fist fight with the king. One hour later they are kissing and Jason is explaining to the JL that ghost bond through fighting.
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willowser · 8 months
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much as bakugou hates having his privacy invaded, he doesn't bother to hide his face when buying you flowers.
out in public, right there on the street. first, in front of the strangers passing by, and then not long after, his candid, frowning face is plastered across several cheap magazines all throughout the city. it pisses him off to no end to keep his mouth shut when he knows some bastard is snapping his picture from across the street — but he swallows it all down, for you.
doesn't pull his hat any lower as he drives through the streets, doesn't hesitate to take the stairs up to your apartment, doesn't care to cover up the look on his face — with his pitifully sad eyes and soft frown — when you open and shut the door before he can even say anything.
bakugou hates to have his privacy invaded, but he'll gladly let the world know where his heart lies, this time. yeah, he fucked up before, but he'll be front page every single day if that's what it takes for you to realize how much you mean to him.
if, eventually, the center spread will be of you, leaning against the door frame with a little smile and a bouquet in your hands. he wouldn't even mind, really, if they captured the exact moment you decide to give him a second chance, or the kiss you plant on his cheek after.
can't tell how red his face is from a distance, but his smile is crystal clear.
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samipekoe · 2 months
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melini's first ball
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and laios freaking it sensitive style
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dumblr · 2 months
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Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?
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luvring · 4 months
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I LOVE YOU (NOT IN A CLICHÉ WAY)
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akaashi x gn!reader | a love letter from him to you! i forgot i wrote this for myself as a supposed birthday surprise so. i guess that worked out for me
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the thing about clichés is that at some point, you stop feeling anything at the sight of them.
yearning, infatuation, love so tender and whole that it wrapped around someone completely and sunk deep, deep, deep into their skin and bones, into their veins where they felt it was the same as the oxygen already flowing through—i need you like i need air to breathe.
the same idea repeated over and over until the point of akaashi’s current existence—where he sits, favourite blue gel pen in hand, with at least seven crumpled pieces of paper in the bin next to his desk and the light of his lamp more of a headache than anything—until it no longer feels like enough for whatever he feels for you.
he curses every film and novel for making oxygen too little, too mundane of a comparison for how fundamental you are to his existence.
five hours. five hours he’s been sitting here, reading poetry and writing drafts and bullet points of what he wanted to say, utterly failing at writing a single coherent paragraph. but he couldn’t afford to fail, not this time. this birthday was more important than any other before—it was the first of your birthdays together as a couple.
definitely not the first together, period. keiji thinks if he didn’t meet you when he was thirteen, he’d have turned out to be someone completely different.
and after so many years, everything about you came naturally to him. it was to the point that other friends and acquaintances had come up to him before with questions about gifts for you. you already had a mug with that design, you weren’t a fan of the shirt’s texture, and you could be picky about art of that character, but he could send some of your favourite artists for reference. the person who knew you best, second to no one but you, was akaashi keiji.
he has been since you were fifteen years old.
so the fact that he’s sat here for hours, failing, is a blemish on his record.
he refuses to call it a phenomenon because that word makes it seem so grand, when in reality his situation makes him so incredibly frustrated it was more of a curse. it was an ugly, annoying, unbelievable stain on his identity and soul because for fuck’s sake, shouldn’t it be easier now as your boyfriend?
not only does he know your different laughs and the way your lips wobble while you try to hide it, now he knows how it feels when you try to stifle the noise in the crook of his neck, a smile pressed against his skin. he knows the feeling of your fingers intertwined between his while walking through the farmer’s market, and raking through his hair after he’s showered while it’s soft and fluffy the way you adore. he knows the taste of your favourite lip balm against his lips, what it sounds like when you hum or giggle as you’re pressed against his body and your arms are wrapped around his neck. he could pick you out in a line up of people blindfolded if asked, just by the way you hugged him.
it should be easier for him than anyone else, because you weren’t just his oxygen—you were part of him.
but even that was another cliché.
keiji lets his head hit the desk, hands coming up to pull at the roots of his hair while a loud groan escapes his lips.
“should i learn how to bake?” he mutters to himself before grimacing. “watch me bake a cake and give the love of my life food poisoning. incredible plan. what the hell is in a cake? what would i even put on it? awful cursive lettering?”
no one talked about the pressure that came with the first birthday in a relationship. why is this not a more pressing specific situation for newly dating people? why did no one tell him he’d feel like a heavy rock rested on his chest at the thought of disappointing you not only as a friend but as a boyfriend. he thinks he could die.
he can’t, won’t, die, but you’ll get home from your friend’s place in only a couple of hours and he’s running out of time (not really. he’s doing this a week early, but he set a schedule for himself and it’s the principle of the thing.)
“fuck it,” he murmurs. “whatever, whatever. let what happens happen, and if it’s bad i’ll just…internally die.”
resolute, keiji puts his pen to the page and starts writing before the ink can bleed.
hi.
i’ve written drafts of this too many times already. maybe i shouldn’t tell you that so it seems like i’m a natural romantic, but it probably doesn’t surprise you that i’ve crumpled up a lot of paper in the last couple of hours because i tried avoiding being too cliché. but if i’m being honest i love you so much it feels like a cliché in and of itself. so i guess i’ll just lean into it and write whatever comes to mind.
i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.
i love waking up to you every morning. i love cooking breakfast with you. i love wearing the “kiss the chef” apron kuroo gave us so i have an excuse to ask for a kiss on the cheek, even though i know you’d kiss me without it.
i love listening to you talk about your day and seeing the photos you took with friends. i love when you send me pictures while you’re out and ask what i think about your outfit. sorry i’m bad at knowing what to say, i’m really not lying when i say i think you always look nice. i know that isn’t super helpful when you’re being indecisive, but i hope i’ve gotten better over the years? i feel like i have but if you want to disagree i guess i’ll accept since it’s your birthday.
i love when you ask if i want to go out somewhere with you. i love sending you places and things i think you’ll enjoy. i love seeing how excited you get and i love surprising you with them a few weeks later. i love seeing our gifts for each other and souvenirs around the apartment every day i come home.
i love taking care of you, even when you think i shouldn’t, when you think you’re a burden for me. i’ll do the chores when you’re tired. i’ll get in the bath with you and wash and dry you, no matter how long it takes. i’ll dress you if you ask me to, let you steal my bracelets and slippers when you want them. i’ll make sure the bed is cold but the blanket is warm so you can cuddle beside me. i love being the person you come home to, and i hope i make it worthwhile every time.
you’ve always been there to remind me you love me, even when i think you shouldn’t, that it’s impossible that you do. so i hope you know i feel the same way about you, that i’ll love you despite what your head might say, and even if the world would end because of it.
i love being with you. even after a decade together, i only love you more and more.
and i do need you like oxygen. i need you like plants need the sun. you’re my favourite person, you’re my safe place, you’re my home. you’re my better half and your own person that just happens to fit with me. you’re my soulmate and also someone i was just lucky enough to meet. you fit every possible cliché and trope i can think of. every single one is true, which makes me think maybe you’re the kind of person old poets and writers were inspired by. they’re not around though, so i hope i can be enough.
happy birthday :) i’d say i hope we only get to spend more together, but at this point you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried. (please don’t try though i’ll cry.) so instead, i hope every birthday is as warm and bright as you. i hope you remember i’m here with you, and always will be. every midnight you get a little older, all the way until the end. as cliché as all of this might sound, i love you forever,
keiji writes your name especially careful, making sure it sits perfectly on the line and each pen stroke is clean. then he draws a little heart beside you before signing off with his own name, and letting out a deep breath. his fingers tremble a little when he finally puts the pen down.
there’s blue ink on his hand, and he thinks there might be some on his temple from forgetting to unclick his pen. but it’s a problem for nightly routine keiji to wash off, not him now.
the letter would sit in a gift bag for another week, but then it would be in your hands. it wasn’t proofread—he could have spelt his own name wrong at the end and no one would know until then. but he can’t bring himself to reread it this time. maybe because he’s tired or doesn’t want to feel cheesy, maybe so it feels more romantic, more raw. maybe because at the end of the day, whether you loved the letter so much you framed it on your bedroom wall, or you accidentally spilled water and rendered every word illegible, he’d have you anyway. and you’d have him.
and he’d just write another one, once again filled with clichés and an embarrassing amount of i love you’s, as long as you’d let him.
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pleak pretend this letter really is for u. it's half of this post come onnn it's for u now. happy birthday! i love u i love u i love u i love u (4 so it isn't a cliche) mwah
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magnusthepuppet · 1 year
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*drops*
oh whoops.
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khickuwa · 11 months
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to more tomorrows.
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auri3 · 4 months
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reading Meet in the Middle and- god- Rodimus is SO PASSIONATE about his crew, he LOVES THEM so much its beautiful to see im- Even in his worst moments of doubt or fear or anger or sadness you know he will still fight and go to the ends of the earth (or other sdfdsqfsqf) to help his friends and GHH- NOTHING CAN EVER CHANGE THAT he's so stubborn in his love it's killing me
Squire's fic conveys this much more beautifully than my emotional word soup, so go read iiiittttt <3
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werebutch · 4 months
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My first actual zine from the perspective of a very specific werewolf’s lambthing
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popponn · 5 months
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a hug and some words. [mikage reo x f!reader]
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note: reo seems like a soft someone who knows how to cheer someone up. like he seems like someone who has a lot of arsenal for that you know. warning: light allusion to bad day and insecurity, prince & princess as pet names, but mostly fluff and comfort for everyone, especially you who needs a hug rn. i offer u, domestic cohabitation cuddling baby. and @yoisami saki bby i write reo (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾ i hope u like it darling
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When you suddenly threw your arms around him, Reo’s first reaction was to blink. Before you buried your face to his chest, fondly and tiredly, you noted how it was adorable.
“Oh, you are home?” he asked as he took off the earphones he wore. A hand reaching out to wrap itself around your waist. “Didn't hear you coming in. Welcome home.”
Feeling another hand reaching out to your hair and gently resting on it, you couldn't help but nuzzle further into Reo’s chest. It felt odd being the one coming home searching for this. Most of the time, it was him being busier than ever with you already sitting somewhere in the penthouse the two of you share, ready to spoil him at a moment’s notice.
Nonetheless, it was comforting.
“I’m home,” you said, muffled by the soft fabric of his sweater. It seemed to be the one you bought some time ago. It wasn't as expensive as most of his clothing, but Reo seemed to like it. It made you want to coo, or talk to him about it—as an idle chat for any other ordinary day. Yet, this time you could only take note of it silently and let your fatigue seep in, weighing down your body as you felt like you were turning into a lump inside Reo’s hug.
“…did something happen today?” Reo ask softly, shifting his back to lay down on the sofa all while also dragging you along with him, letting you rest your head on his chest still whilst your legs rest in between his.
“Nothing,” you answered shortly. You tried to keep your tone as light as possible, but Reo is sharp. It wouldn't surprise you if he didn't buy it.
Reo raised an eyebrow at your response. “Yeah. No way. Fess up, who makes my princess look so pouty?” Reo pressed as he kissed one of your eyelids softly.
“I’m not pouting,” you protested, half-hearted and almost grumbling.
“Say that when you are really not,” he replied easily, the teasing lilt in his voice mismatching the gentle expression he wore. Yet again, you were reminded of how he truly was almost like a prince in every aspect. That thought filled your mind with both petals and mud, at that moment. He truly is wonderful. Way too wonderful for you even, perhaps.
You didn't know what sort of face that you made. You truly hope it wasn't the face of an ugly someone pretending to be a princess to his prince. But whatever it was, it certainly made Reo’s smile wane away.
He stayed silent for another few seconds, simply staring at you. Then, he asked again, softer yet with more weight in his tone, “…seriously, what happened?”
It was a bit unnerving how the tone he used made you almost want to spill everything out. From the first to the last. Gladly, unfortunately, the fatigue won and overwhelmed you. Breathlessly and bitterly, you just laughed and turned your head away. “Many things. I don't know. Can I just tell you later, really?”
Faintly, you could feel the thumping of his heartbeat against your ear. It felt calming, along with the hand that someone had snaked around and fiddled with the hem of your top since who knows when. You feel terrible—look at him, your beloved. as perfect as always, understanding and affectionate, concerned and caring, and you can't even return all those. Maybe you truly were—
“Okay. Sure, then let's talk about them later—ah, just saying I'm holding that promise though, okay!” Reo said, tightening his hold around your waist. Once again he moved around slightly, a bit ungraceful but somehow very cute like a particularly adorable small animal, trying to bring you upward a little bit more. The moment he managed to get your face closer to his, he let his chin rest on the crown of your head. “Now, watch this shitty opera with me. This one is really shit. But I’m curious about who will she end up with, so you have to suffer through this with me.”
As Reo swiftly returned to the foreign telenovela in his phone, you blinked absentmindedly. You could have sworn it was a soccer match minutes ago when you arrived. Did you see it wrong? Reo actually has an interest in some tacky soap opera? That was new. You kind of wanted to laugh, even though it stunned you. How were you supposed to react—
Oh.
“…do you really want to watch or is this some attempt to cheer me up? Just saying the latter will make me feel stuffs already,” you said as the female protagonist started slapping someone who was probably her evil stepmother.
Reo made a hum that sounded way too smug. While it wouldn't be surprising if this guy has a “cheer up darling” plan or such with an equally embarrassing name, you didn't really expect this. “And it's working, isn't it? Isn't your prince amazing?”
“Eh,” you scoffed. You wished you could answer him jokingly, but out of many many things inside your heart, you couldn't even lie for a harmless banter. With a gaze that you hoped was enough to say everything to him, you nudged at him slightly. “He is, of course. enough that I wonder how could a peasant like me deserve him.”
Hearing your answer, Reo glanced away from his screen and let his eyes wander to yours. There was something you couldn't quite put into words at that moment. But, you were fully aware of how your breath hitched when the quirks on his lips grew wider.
“Well, let's see,” Reo said, with a hand caressing shapes on top of your hip, “Do you really want to hear them all, Princess?”
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shima-draws · 5 months
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An idea took root in my brain last night and won’t even pay rent so yeah uh consider. Modern AU where Luffy grew up in the countryside but moved to the city for schooling. He probably dropped out at some point bc it’s just not for him but he made a lot of friends in the city growing up. So during winter break Nami invites Luffy to stay at her place with her so they can catch up and do some sightseeing. Which leads to Luffy knocking on her door THINKING it’s her apartment but it’s actually Zoro’s bc while Luffy’s sense of direction isn’t nearly as bad as Zoro’s it’s still not great!!
Zoro is like yeah okay that was a little strange and that guy is really hyper but he seems friendly enough. I’ll probably never run into him again so it’s fine. Until he does. He keeps running into Luffy all around the apartment building and Luffy slowly but surely worms his way into Zoro’s heart 😏 And Nami, who had only spoken with Zoro on brief occasions (due to them being neighbors), starts getting to know Zoro better too. It escalates to the point where Luffy sneaks into Zoro’s apartment in the mornings because Nami sleeps in too late and just starts crashing there all the time. It’s been like three days since they met. Zoro has NO clue how he got here. But suddenly with Luffy things are so much better and brighter and then Zoro’s suddenly hosting all their friends at his place for a game night and now all of Luffy and Nami’s friends are HIS friends too and how does this keep happening.
Anyway cue Zoro catching feels for Luffy because who wouldn’t and he slowly starts to dread the day Luffy has to go back home to the countryside. Luffy’s only there for like a week or two so it’s the shortest most cheesiest “fall in love with this guy you just met” scenario in the history of ever
Also they go ice skating together at one point and it’s very cute and Zoro is inwardly questioning “Is this? A date???” The ENTIRE fucking time
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ozzgin · 1 month
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Hello, do you have art request? I would like to see Ben Drowned in your style!
If you don’t do art request, I request a writing yandere! Nyarlathotep x player! Gamer! Reader writing instead.
Soo I theoretically don’t do art requests, simply because I’m still trying out styles and I’m not too confident in my abilities, nor fully satisfied with my approach yet. So I’d rather not stress myself with the additional anxiety of “oh no, what if this isn’t what they expected” and end up making empty promises, you know?
That being said, I have attempted a yandere-looking, modern graphics Ben boy to kind of prove my point :’)
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 4 months
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🎄 fandom christmas cards 🎄
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hi! so it's officially been about a year since i've been a part of milex tumblr, and honestly i just could not be more grateful for all joy, solace, and escapism being part of this little community has brought me over the last twelve months 💜
i always think of christmas as a time for showing appreciation for the people you care about (whether that's through gifts, spending time together, sending cards etc), and i wanted to do something to show my appreciation for all of you here who make this little space what it is ✨ something i love to do each year for people irl is make them christmas cards - and i thought i could maybe do a virtual version of that here to spread some festive cheer and express how thankful i am for this community that's just been such a gift in my life this year 💖
so, if you'd like to receive a virtual fandom christmas card from me with a handwritten note, then please reblog/leave a comment on this post and i'll send one through your ask box before christmas! 🥰
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dumblr · 2 months
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You know what you would really look beautiful in?My arms.
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