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#i love him so muuuuuuch
iscariotes · 2 months
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just. john the apostle. john the beloved. john the youngest. john who rests his head on jesus' shoulders while he speaks. john who stayed with the women during the passion & wasnt ashamed of sharing their pain. john who got to the empty tomb before anyone else. john the patron saint of love & friendship & loyalty & writers & poets. my good friend john
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thefrogdalorian · 4 months
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Do you ever think about how many times Din was probably misunderstood throughout his life because of his helmet? How much pain he must've been in when people's opinions of him did not match the man beneath the armour... I can't even fathom how many times a small gesture or something he said was misinterpreted because of his appearance...
Imagine him trying really hard to fix it at the start before eventually giving up because it was too hard and just resigning himself to barely speaking, not wanting to be known by others after many bad experiences. I think that explains a part of why we find him so isolated and distant at the beginning of The Mandalorian.
Encountering Grogu really changed Din's life in so many ways... the child not only gave him a purpose other than bringing in the next bounty and running from the past, but Grogu also made him WANT to try and regain that connection with others that he had been missing for so long. Just contrast how little he speaks in the early chapters to how talkative he is to Grogu at the beginning of season 3 as he educates him about Mandalorian culture and history, it's such a monumental shift from who he was at the beginning.
I want to hug him tightly, he deserves the word.
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ajokeformur-ray · 7 months
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"They couldn't carry a tune to save their lives" always makes me laugh, I can't help it. It takes someone special to have inside jokes with themselves and deliver them while being questioned for a confessed murder on live tv.😂
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charliesinfern0 · 4 months
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listening to my aichi playlist again I’m going to cry
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jewishdainix · 11 months
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Rapskal my guy the best guy
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cornwaiidesu · 2 years
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look how cute me and my boyfriend were when he visited I miss him so much ;n;
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mossy-opal · 2 days
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THE CENTREPIECE OF MY SHRINE IS HERE!!!!!!!
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reddeliciousauce · 1 month
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♡ halware-exe
○○○○○ | ATTRACTION
●●●●● | AFFECTION
●●●●○ | INTEREST
●●●●● | LOYALTY
●●●●● | TRUST
@halware-exe
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prismatic-starstuff · 6 months
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dearies help it is 3am and I am laying in bed with tears in my eyes after listening to the King of Puppets' first phase boss theme
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elluvians · 2 years
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I just love his face okay
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cherry-bomb-ships · 1 year
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Ooooough It's cold out of course so I chose to wear my Junkrat jacket and I put a bit of the perfume I have based on him on the inside so occasionally I'll smell it and just fawn cuz oh my godddddd it's HIS its my HUSBAND'S JACKET AND SCENT 🥺💘🥺💘🥺💘🥺💘🥺💘🥺💘
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3xosc · 2 years
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haechannabelle · 11 months
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just finished watching the latest gose and yes i AM crying because jeonghan's segment made me so so so soft yeah uh huh, yeah
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planet4546b · 2 years
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MICHEAL BURNHAM.
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hollow-prey · 2 years
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2 year anniversary with Errol...in one week👀🧡🧡
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ghouljams · 4 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/thyme-in-a-bubble/738887284193132544
https://www.tumblr.com/hirpinia/724279071977160704/kittycoles
https://www.tumblr.com/thyme-in-a-bubble/737528439392927744
when Price and Witch married and he moves into her little house (she’s too happy there to ever leave no matter who asked her!)
I may have also been thinking of turning my home into my own Witch cottage 😅
*^* I love these images so muuuuuuch they're so cozy and wonderful. I want a witch's cottage for a home too.
You've never seen snow blanket your house like this. Never seen it thick and woolly over your garden, cool even in the blistering sun. You scoop it up in your hands with joy, packing it into snowballs as you dust the chill off the roses. You don't think it will hurt anything, the garden is still warm, and the ice drips in tantalizingly clear icicles off your roof. You set up your snowballs on the brick wall, making a little snowman for yourself while you're supposed to be watering.
Price is setting up a fire when you wander back inside, your fingers are pleasantly cold, and you go to push them against the back of his neck. He swats at you and you laugh, a little taste of his own medicine. You go to check the front of the house, pulling the curtain back on your front window to watch the fat snowflakes that float down from the grey sky. The city outside is starting to find itself blanketed as well.
"There's snow in the back garden," You tell Price over your shoulder. He grunts, and you hear the soft creak of your kettle being set on its hook over the fire. You glance at him, watch him dust his hands off and sit back to watch the fire. The smoke from the kindling curls towards him curiously and you rush to shoo it up the chimney. "He's got enough of you," You chastise, watching the tendrils slip up the brick with annoyance. You don't need to clean soot out of the carpet.
Price's fingers trace their way up your leg and under your skirt. "There's snow out back," He reminds you. You nod, letting him guide you down to sit between his legs. He arranges your skirt like a blanket over both of you and you lean back into his hold.
"I've never seen it on this side of the fence," You hum, "but the plants seemed alright."
"Good," Price's hands make their way around your waistband, tugging your shirt free of its tuck. You shiver when his fingers stroke over your stomach, the chill not entirely unwelcome. "Wouldn't want my season to break yours," his fingers splay, wide against your skin, soaking up your warmth. You tip your head to the side, resting it against his shoulder so her can press his nose against your pulse.
"Since when has Summer ever been scared of you?" You smile, the urge to argue with him never seems to truly leave you. Maybe it's the way you feel him huff, the curve of his lips against your neck before his teeth tease their warning, that makes disagreement seem so appealing. Maybe you're just argumentative by nature.
"Not since you came around," He hums, "see the appeal now." The appeal of warmth, the draw of the fire, the bright sunshine in your smile. Summer has no reason to fear his chill, not when it balances him out so nicely, settles in his lap like a heater and warms him to his core. He'd gladly melt for you, just as he's sure the snow in your garden is gladly melting for your flowers. Held up just long enough by his own magic for you to enjoy it. Consider it a gift, for the first snowfall of the season. The roses ought to enjoy it as much as their gardener does.
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