#deeply

[cenpede]

Efan Whimpers my beloved

#Ethan winters #rosemary winters #mia winters #Chris redfield #eveline re7 #resident evil 7 #re7 #look #I know this seems out of the blue #yeah it’s another white guy but listen I didn’t want to only do mgs lest I get burnt out ykwim? #I’m a big fan of the Everyman character who loves his friends and family deep #DEEPLY #sorry I know they’re minor but I love them too so I’m tagging them #and I’m playing re7 for the first time so don’t jusdge me

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

Deeply (2000) Daniel Brühl as Jay

I'd like to think this is the life Andrea Marowski led before he got washed up in a fishing village in Cornwall. This movie is not worth checking out and Daniel's only in it in a few flashbacks so here's most of his scenes, giffed.

#daniel brühl #deeply #jay #movie #2000 #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #my gifs #gifset

[cuttyflammm]

miss falin my sweet

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #falin dungeon meshi #chimera falin #manga panel redraw #sketch #jus a lil warmup sketch of my gurl #i desperately wanna draw every single character from this series #they’re all so silly #and i love them #deeply

[liminal-zone]

this person gets it.

#twitter user caranthirs #gets it #deeply #the accuracy #I’m tagging this #Galadriel #but also #Arwen #half maia Celebrían #xoxo gossip girl #lotr #the rings of power

[dumblr]

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

#quotes #feelings #love #emotions #hopless romantic #wildly #this is insanity #to infinity and beyond #love quotes #romantic quotes #wise quotes #thoughtful #deep love #deeply #dumblr

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I like to think that Ghost, while constantly trying push people away and to avoid getting feelings for you, falls incredibly hard. The more he tries to get rid of the feelings and to close himself off from you, the more they come back ten times as hard.

As much as he wants to be distant I believe that he feels everything and feels it deeply. He’d fall for you so hard he’s broken metaphorical bones. But he wouldn’t let anyone know and he’d shove it deep down and refuse to let it become true because if he allowed himself to love then he would allow himself to be open to get hurt and he’s not about to let that happen.

#ghost x y/n #cod ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod ghost imagine #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #mw2 ghost #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #there’s not way he doesn’t feel anything even if he tries #sure he has moments but I truly believe #he feels #deeply #he tries not to feel to protect himself #but I doubt it works all the time

[draculagerard]

I hope you know the types of suffering you've caused for so many people. Every day i log into Tumblr expecting to see something funny or educational or cool but instead I get your fucking posts. Your stupid fucking destiel posts clog up my feed and ruin my actual life.

The number of times I see your posts in any given day has trained me like a pavlov fucking dog to start to feel ill at the sight of your icon. Even my sister knows about it. She hears me start to gag from the other room and she goes, "oh, god, not draculagerard again". I've tried unfollowing you a dozen times but I think whatever fuckface owns this Fucking website, or maybe god himself, just wants me to suffer through your fucking posts for some cruel reason.

When your time comes I'll laugh. I'll notice the second you stop posting and I'll be fucking laughing. Maybe someday you'll find a better place for your mid queerbaiting tv shows and parasocial posts about random new jersey guys but until then I'll be here, waiting, watching your every move, and praying daily on your downfall. Hope a bird shits in your hair. Soon.

FUCKING, HELP ME. I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH YOU

#DEEPLY #moose asks #anon #fav

[valfeathers]

he/him in the mello way

#mello #death note #mihael keehl #in love with him #deeply #this was me wanting to draw his scar #mello death note #death note fanart #hhhhhhhghggh mello #v’s gallery

[saetoru]

ppl who tag smut as fluff my MOST BELOATHED

#i hate u #deeply

[unaside]

HEADCANON THAT………. OMG…..

WHEN XANTHOUS IS MAD STEAM BLOWS OUT OF HIS EARS

#GAGAGAGAGAGGAGAGA #uwu #im cool #i’m so silly #i’m sorry #a tale of magic #atom #the land of stories #tlos #uhh #xanthous #xanthous hayfield #heheh #i’m so sorry #i apologize #deeply

[sophsicle]

ao3, babe, sweetheart, love of my life, I just want to post this chapter, please stop working on yourself, self-improvement is a scam, you're fine the way you are, I just want you to load!!!!

#PLEASE #please please please #also #it's currently in drafts and I'm worried I'm gonna lose it #sighs #deeply #hlayk #soph rambles

[gardenofnoah]

i did not mean to write this. and yet, here we are. nanami breaks my heart every day. i'm debating whether to make this a multi-part thing because personally i am a fan of make up sex but we'll see wc: 1.2k cw: conflict in established relationship (this is the comfort part)

You’ve been in the kitchen for at least an hour now—standing over the cutting board on the counter, making no move to slice up the vegetables in front of you. Really, all you’ve done is put water in a pot and set it on the stovetop—you didn’t even turn it on. By now you know it’s a lost cause, cooking— but it would be effort you’re not willing to expend to move from the spot where your feet feel like they’re trapped in cement. Because leaving the kitchen means walking past the living room, where you know Kento sits, and if you see him and he looks at you with that face you will split apart at your seams.

You should apologize. You should go out there and tell him you love him because that is what any sensible human being would do for someone they care about after they’ve hurt them. But you can’t, so you don’t. You can’t, because saying the words you’ve been screaming inside you aloud will make this real, and if it’s real then he will have a tangible reason to walk out of this house and never look back. You wouldn’t blame him.

You’d regretted it the moment it left your lips. What he'd said to you cut you deep, and your mouth opened almost automatically. You saw the way it registered with him—shocking at first, that expression quickly replaced by what you knew to be incredible hurt. He said nothing—just turned from you and walked to the bedroom, gently shutting the door behind him. Leaving you to stand in your shame that ricocheted off the walls, cutting you down over and over again. If he was packing his things in there, who could’ve blamed him? It’d be a long time coming.

You’d been at each other’s throats for weeks. Kento was chronically late getting home and you were irritable and distant and standoffish, and it dawned on you that you don’t know which one came first. You don’t even remember how tonight’s argument started—it didn’t feel like it mattered anymore, with the way it escalated—it was something that had been building for far too long and had come to a head the moment you opened your mouth. You might as well have told him he was worthless, with the way you’d cherry-picked your worst words for him. You knew they would hurt him and you said them anyway, that’s what you did when you were hurt and afraid—you’d lash out like an animal caught in a trap. The weight of the aftermath, this time, was more than you could hold.

“Sweetheart?”

A string of expletives leaves your lips as the knife you’d been holding clatters against the cutting board. You spin around, trying to steady your breathing as you take in the man now standing in front of you. The man who is certainly too close and looking far too vulnerable for the way you just punched a hole through his chest. You could feel yourself tense, bracing for impact. The one you get is almost more devastating than the one you’d been expecting.

“Be sweet,” he murmurs gently, lips brushing over your temple. He reaches his arms around your shoulders, one hand coming up to tangle itself in the hair on the back of your head.

“You first,” you sniffle, and you jab him in the side lightly before you allow your fist to unfurl and curl around his shirt, pulling him to you. It’s not what you wanted to say, but you hope he hears what you meant.

“I love you,” he tells you. There’s a soft smile stretching across his face—tentative, like he knows he’s pushing his luck, but he thinks it’s safe to do so— and it is. You need him like you need air. You want to hear him say it again, but you can’t bear to ask. Can’t bear to put him through anything more tonight.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, and he presses another kiss to your hairline. You bury your face in his chest and squeeze your eyes shut, too proud to let him see you cry again. He knows anyway—of course he does—and you feel his arms tighten around you. He presses kisses to the crown of your head and whispers his love to you again. Your grip on his shirt tightens. Anything to tether you here—the alternative, to be without him, is unbearable.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you confess, and it’s barely audible, but you assume he’s heard by the way his grip on you turns to that of a vice.

“Sweetheart,” his voice is strained, and the guilt squeezes around your gut, “look at me, please.”

You take in a shuddering breath to steel your resolve, and you lift your head up to meet his gaze. All you see is hurt. You think he might actually cry, and it breaks your heart again.

“There is no reality that exists in which I belong anywhere but where you are. Do you know that?”

And you can’t say anything. How could you? You can’t tear yourself from his gaze, because he’s showing you everything. He’s torn himself apart just to let you see inside. He does so, full of fear that you’ll reject what you’ve found. He does it anyway.

“We will let each other down—there will be days where you are certain you can’t bear to look at me again, and there will be days where I feel the same. But we’ll still choose to love each other. We’ll still choose to be here.”

You shake in his arms at his words. You’ve not said a thing since your quiet admission, and it doesn’t thwart him at all. He keeps talking—keeps shredding your insides with the love he lets drip off of him like he has spare to give away. You’re bleeding out in front of him and he holds you tighter. Holds you together.

“Do you still love me?”

You look at him, incredulous. “Of course I do,” and it comes out sharper than you intended. He doesn’t flinch. He exhales, like it’s a relief. You think it should feel like a life sentence.

“Do you know that I love you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, and you feel tears well up in your eyes again—your entire body is screaming to look away, to get away—to leave before his love swallows you whole, but you don’t. He’s rooted you to him. You’re surprised that it doesn’t hurt like you thought it would. Not in the ways that would really be damaging.

“Okay,” he whispers, cradling your head against his chest to tuck you under his chin, holding you tightly to him, “okay.”

You let go of his shirt for the first time and let your arms wrap around him, holding him tightly. You feel the tension in his muscles subside—like he was waiting (hoping) for you to hold him upright. He trembles slightly in your arms and you hold him tighter.

“Ken,” your whisper is soft against the fabric of his T-shirt, and he sucks in a breath at the familiar way you shorten his name, “can we go to bed?”

“Yes,” he says wetly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “let’s go to bed, my love.”

this fic belongs to me (@b-writes-things). i do not allow anyone to repost, edit, or reproduce this work.

#nanami #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x gn reader #nanami writing #nanami fic #i am deeply #deeply #projecting here #bwritesthings #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #i just want to date this man #and love him everyday until i die

[wordsofwisdomandsoul]

#soul #too sensitive #deeply #different #feelings #sensitive #quotes #words #growth #healing #self knowledge

[dumblr]

I feel your absence in the marrow of my bones.

#quotes #feelings #emotions #love #absence #miss you #romantic quotes #love quotes #writer #writes #wise words #thoughtful #writing #poem #poetry #in my bones #deeply #dumblr

[liminalweirdo]

while i'm thinking about transness, there's this part of me that's like: why fight to have your gender marker on your ID instead of like... idk fighting to remove the gender maker from ID altogether?

(please understand: to clarify, this post is not about birth certificates. this is also not an argument about whether or not you SHOULD be able to have documentation with your correct gender on it because of course you should.)

literally when EVER has anyone required the gender marker to identify someone? Does the bouncer at the club NEED to know my gender? The cop who pulled me over? The person who's renewing my license, or issuing my passport? When has anyone ever been in a good faith situation where someone was like "Mr. Jones we just CAN'T identify you by your name, age, height, eye and hair color, or your photograph. Could you please drop trou and prove to me you are in fact male. That's how we'll know you're THE Mr. Jones depicted in this ID."

Like... why? Why the fuck do these random people need to know my gender? Or anyone's?

I completely understand wanting your gender to be portrayed accurately, believe me, i get it, but like... on IDs or passports etc, isn't it just one more thing that can add to the violence trans people and women face at the hands of cops, transphobes, and misogynists?

Like, isn't having gender on your driver's license or passport as fucking pointless as going to the doctor to get a sick note? It's a pointless thing created to exert control (and, at times, humiliation).

i feel like the gender marker hurts everyone, idk

#gender #transgender #trans #nonbinary #queer #genderqueer #agender #just as fucked up as adding autism to licenses in australia tbh #DEEPLY

[postcard-from-the-past]

"Iris - You hurt me deeply"

Luxembourgish vintage postcard, illustrated by Boulanger, mailed in 1912 to Valencienne, France

#vintage #tarjeta #france #luxembourgish #briefkaart #valencienne #postcard #photography #illustrated #postal #carte postale #sepia #ephemera #boulanger #historic #iris - you #ansichtskarte #iris #postkarte #1912 #deeply #hurt #postkaart #mailed #photo