Everytime I see an add for cats in soup I think that they are putting the cats in the soup
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musical annabeth "my grand plan is that i will be remembered/someday soon someone will notice me" -> show percy "you're better at this than me. and you know it"
musical percy "i swear that im a good kid/i just need one last chance to prove im good enough for someone" -> show annabeth "hes not like that. hes better than that"
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not even kidding when i say this took me like. a year and a half to finish </3
(IT WENT THROUGH LIKE 3 ITERATIONS!!!! then i was taking my sweeeeeet sweet time rendering it and i just gave up with shading - HAD ENOUGH ASBDSH!!! needed this out of my wips)
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As all of you, I'm obviously unwell after seeing Lucius and Pete's reunion, but there's a detail that kills me in this very moment
It's not the absolute lovestruck smile Lucius has. It's not the way he closes his eyes and completely leans into Pete. IT'S HIS FACE AFTER THAT
It shocked me right as I saw it. This is beyond relief. This is beyond happiness. He's so infatuated with Pete and the fact that he just said "I love all of it" holds so much meaning. I think in some way Lucius was scared Pete wouldn't like this new version of himself (not just the beard), because he's well aware that he's different. He's anxious, he's angry, he's broken (yes I fully believe he meant himself when he said that to Stede). And yet, Pete goes above and beyond to show him he loves him regardless, no matter how he looks or talks because it's him, and that's all. He loves him so deeply that he never misses a chance to say something beautiful to him. Because Pete truly thinks he's worth it.
God I love them. This is THEIR season.
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Okay.
As much as I love feral Satan, who lets his instincts run wild and growls, bites and everything else… his soft side is so fuckin’ cute.
The Satan that stares at you in confusion as you tend to a small cut on his hand he’d received on one of his rampages, unbothered by the mess around the two of you and concerned solely with him. How he doesn’t quite know why his chest feels so warm and tight as he looks at your gentle, concerned expression.
Satan, who doesn’t understand why he feels so weightless with you, why his heart flutters and why he wants to hold you so gently, as if cradling something precious.
Satan, whose anger fades just from your presence alone, overtaken with feelings he’s never experienced, that baffle him entirely but he can’t get enough.
Satan, who desperately throws himself into research just to understand you a little more, to put a name on how he feels about you— who’s just as afraid of his own feelings as he is elated by them.
Satan, who worries you’ll be frightened of him if his temper rises, but you never are, even when he tells you that you should be.
Satan, who lays beside you, watching your sleeping face and utterly baffled that you trust him so completely to allow him to see you in such a vulnerable state… who knows deep down he’ll protect you forever.
Satan, who fumbles each time he tries to explain any of this to you, whose face becomes adorably reddened with each failed attempt.
Satan, who realizes that you’ve accepted him entirely, his every fault, his everything, before he had even come close to accepting himself. Who loves you more than he could ever put to words, or that he could ever really comprehend.
Just him. You know? Ahh, just helping him come to terms with everything he doesn’t know, to grow and understand. Helping him, in the end, to love.
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