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perpetualcynicism · 20 days
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“May I hold you?” you ask Jing Yuan one afternoon as you lie sun-warmed in his garden. 
You almost think he is asleep until he invites, “Please,” carrying a smile in his voice. 
With ginger movements, you reach over and place your hands on either side of his face. It begins as mere holding, but soon you find your touch roaming. You smooth your fingers over his eyebrows and trace down to each side of his jaw. From here your hands climb up again, and once more back down, mapping out each crevice and dip of his face, his skin, his bone, until you are certain there is no part of him remaining that you do not know better than you know yourself.
You play this game with yourself, sometimes. You imagine people not as people, but as planets. After all, what is a person anyway, if not a world of their own? You trace the ridge of his nose, and imagine there lies a mountain range. Around his eyes you find oceans. Where his cheeks dip, there are valleys, and a river runs between his lips.
“What are you doing?” Jing Yuan asks. There is an element of amusement to his question, but his voice is primarily gentle. Endeared.
You still your hands. They rest on his cheeks while your thumbs brush back and forth over his skin, holding him. Though the world melts back into the familiar shapes of his face, there is still an assured sturdiness to his features which is grounding; a gravity which draws you towards him, as if you were the moon to his planet. Small, perhaps, and bare, but casting light on him wherever you can.
You answer, “I think I’m holding the world in my hands.”
You feel Jing Yuan’s smile through the way his cheeks press into your palms. Two hands cover yours, large and calloused, but gentle, and hold yours securely in place against his face. There is the tender press of lips to your skin as he turns his head enough to kiss the inside of your palm.
You hear Jing Yuan’s smile through the way his words come warm and bright and filled with adoration. You wonder why you thought him a planet, when he is so clearly the sun.
“And I am being held by the universe.”
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miss-midnightt · 3 months
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Felt like making a hyper specific poll!
Please reblog for sample size!
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green-static · 2 months
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Society doesn’t understand my utter need to see husk covered in blood repeatedly stabbing someone and tearing them apart with his claws to protect angel. You just don’t get it
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yukipri · 9 months
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Do u ever think about how humans would look if we had cat-like skin. As in, skin as baggy and loose as a cat's?? How we would have skin loose enough to connect our elbows to our torsos, how our tummy skin would be loose and wobbly enough to hang to our knees
How someone could grab the skin at the back of our necks and it would stretch like a good foot, and pulling back all that flesh would noticeably distort our faces
What if "cat boy/girl/person" didn't mean human + cat ears + tail, but baggy cat skin
do u ever think about that
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hauntedpearl · 12 days
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supernatural sitcom-y au where everything is normal there is no magic no angels and demons there's nothing really but the first thing cas says to dean is still "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." and it's like literally the middle of the day they are in the hallway of an apartment complex or something and dean's in like crumpled jammies with his hair all sticking up and this dude is just saying this shit in response to like a polite greeting and enquiry about who he is so dean's just like. huh. what. and cas just bursts out laughing like lolol I'm joking! i just moved in across the hall. also you were shitfaced yesterday and just didn't wanna get up the stairs so I helped you out? don't remember? name's cas. you said I had the prettiest eyes you'd ever seen? i mean let me be honest, your eyes are just as pretty i think. and dean's like red in the face losing his mind like mmhmm mmhmm wow. yeah. cas. that's — great fantastic. nice— nice to meet you, man. see you around? okay? bye. and he runs into his place like oh my god what the fuck is my life.
anyway they do see each other around and fall in love etc but that's not all that important. it just tickles my fancy that cas will randomly say fantasy movie shit that will make dean go 😳😳 but then he laughs and is normal and dean is like I need to roleplay that not natural gay couple with this dude STAT.
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i-eat-lip-gloss · 6 months
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i think a ye old hyperfixation is returning
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cardinalcheerio · 1 year
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Yall ever think Jason was confused on why Tim's hero names are like his?
Jason: Aye, Timbo
Tim: Yeah?
Jason: You ever think your going to get an original hero name?
Tim: What do you mean?
Jason: well, you keep taking either my name, or parts of it.
Tim:*confused look*
Jason: I mean, you start off with robin. Previously my name.
Tim: you mean the name you got from Dick?
Jason: Fine. Fair enough. What about Red Robin. 1. I give you a 0/10 for creativity. Plus red is my color. And part of my name.
Tim: Fair enough. But you mean the name you took from the Jo-Harleys Ex?
Jason: Y'know what. Fair enough. You've got a point, we both have issues.
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almostdailymidnight · 3 months
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It's like 3am but hear me out. Midnight would totally say the most stupid and corny shit known to the mankind (so he'd finally get the attention he wants) and as everyone is looking at him with horror and disbelief he'd just put the most genuine and innocent smile and ignore literally anything everyone says
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rainbow-cadenza · 7 months
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I think telling Gale "We all make mistakes in the heat of passion, Jimbo" would actually fix him
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anonzentimes · 7 days
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sometimes I want to make an entire essay video about everything Nagito for those who are confused but I'm already making one on his songs and I know no matter what people will misunderstand, misinterpret, and dumb him down unfortunately :(
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imaginespazzi · 2 months
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I love you when the sun shines and it makes you crinkle your nose
(you tie your hair up and I want to place kisses on the little patch of skin on the back of your neck that you expose)
I love you when it rains and the drops catch on your eyelashes
(it thunders and you laugh at me because I hide myself in your arms when the lightning flashes)
I love you when it snows and you become a carefree child
(we're holding hands and catching snowflakes on our tongues as the world around us runs wild)
I love you when it's windy and your cheeks go red from the cold
(still, you give me your sweater to shield me from the breeze and I hope we're like this even when we're grey and old)
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Random midnight thoughts
In all of media. No. In all of media, minus The Source(tm), I have two favorite interpretations of the devil. And they're such polar opposites it's hilarious personally, so I thought I'd share with you fun people on Tumblr
First the White Entity from Faith: The Unholy Trinity
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Who shows up at Johns weakest moment, as he calls for God, for anyone to save him, and offers him safety but at a price. Literally the only time this guy shows up, yet somehow in a game filled with so much really quite disturbing(that in a 3d game it would be too much at times) stuff, a minute of this angels time is one of the most chilling parts.
And then there's THIS GUY from Hazbin Hotel
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*the one in white in case of any confusion*
He's nothing like the White Entity in Faith, he's a fun goofy guy with depression that loves ducks. And while I might not have seen the show, just completions of the characters I like, I kinda enjoy that. So he is like right below in the ranking and only barely.
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fogerist · 1 month
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I’ve been in this kick of just listening to Synthwave compilations while I lay in bed naked, drinking tea
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no but one taylor smashed the koi guitar while the other played it for the same reason that the old taylor couldn’t come to the phone right now despite taylor being in her reputation era was the happiest and most at peace she’d ever been………. we are always creating and destroying and reinventing ourselves. the old taylor is always alive AND dead at the same time
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marsneedstherapy · 7 months
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midnight rain (silas and phoebe's version)
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