#this is...

[barbiecarlo]

oh no oakland

#red sox lb #t #this is...

[cheesethunderstormz]

excuse me but what the hell is going on here

#rowley waving gif #what the hell #this is... #i can't speak my thoughts #damon albarn #spiraling into insanity

[reipeeeas]

a wedding with no blessing in sight

#uhm #this is... #kaorei #!!!! #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #enstars fanart #あんスタ #enstars #ensemble stars

[lesbiancocksucker]

why do I want to fuck the the deserter from disco elysium

#this is... #confusing i guess

[thesystemcircus]

Oh god... What have I done?

#this is... #something #definitely something

[midnight-stormm]

Guys I'm trying to remain calm but idk.

#like my head hurts #this is...

[suiheisen]

the unholy nhl x disney union and obama throwback i never knew i needed

also, further proof that trina crosby was 100 per cent right:

#this is... #art #i love the nhl school of acting with eyebrows and a single braincell <3 #also ​sid and marchy in a disney show giving disney princess and her talking mouse #sidney crosby #brad marchand #pittsburgh penguins #boston bruins #big city greens #disney #autoplay warning

[notchainedtotrauma]

#stories from the void #this is...

[guideaus]

sai isnt even on this page anymore, im gonna vomit

#personal #hng lb #this feels like a worse version of when L died in death note #a little over 5 vols in DN and then hng also has 6 #this is...

[greenisms]

Not vibing much w Cruel Summer season 2 (I'm halfway through). Idk if maybe I just got used to the formula but it seems meh; It's entertaining enough but just okay? I hope its a good ending. So far I like Isabella even if she's...a lot. Megan is bad vibes. And why the hell are those 2 obsessed w that basic little dude. He's has no personality or depth. What even.

#tbh season 1 was perfect and i thought it ended r well #this is... #idk #cruel summer #cruel summer season 2 #cruel summer freeform

[matthew-clawchuk]

Panthers score a goal challenge

#what is going awnn #this is... #when the kraken start doing good that means the rest of my teams flop ig #nhl posting

[me-uglypretty]

this is…I think of you too

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: When you think of your future with her and she does the same too.

Warning: 18+ (G), fluff

Word count: 1k words

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At times, between mixing a cup of coffee for her and lying in bed with your head resting firmly on her chest, the thumps of her hearts resonate a comforting song—and you wondered of days without her. It echoes as a vacant memory, was there truly life before her? You were certain, surely there was life, however, was life alike? The impression was that, it’s pointless for your wandering mind to ponder of life before Natasha.

Considering she was there, left cheek pressed firmly on your thigh, the glimpse of her arched eyebrows in contrast of auburn hair, and you so happily comb through those soft strands, inciting soft hums of approval at that soothing sensation. At that, your heart appeals for more, as your neck crane to better perceive her, and instantly, warmth spread your cheeks to which her eyes were to blame. Sphere of green, those captivating eyes luring you into her, and a smile curls on your lips.

“What?” Natasha asked, softly teasing your unabashed gaze on her, and bluffing herself into pretending that she wasn’t aware of what blooms in your chest for her. “What are you thinking about?” she probed, and her hand found yours, halting the stroke of your hand over her head.

You. Always. Forever.

However, you remained silent, allowing her the chance to torment your misery or so, the amusement of witnessing her playfully poke your stomach in a childlike manner as the playful bantering continued. It was pleasing for her to act so freely, without her required stoic appearance.

It's just her. Your love. Your Natasha.

“Nothing,” you muttered. “Just things, ya know? The usual things…like how you left your jacket on the couch, the shirt you wore last night is still waiting to be thrown to wash, how about that thing about missing socks?” you continued, raising a challenging stake at her upcoming teasing phrases.

Natasha falters, a pout forms on her round lips, then her eyes shut in sheer wasn't as your fingers threads through her auburn hair. Short nails scrape her head lightly, producing soft whirrs at the feeling that settled deep into her chest at your tender love.

“Stop,” Natasha grumbled, failing the attempt of grasping your hand as your swiftly interlace her hands with yours as the other replace the position over her head. “You’re distracting me,” she expressed and her right eyelid fluttered open, peaking at the sight of you smiling adoringly at her.

Her left hand was warmly in yours. The familiarity of such made your heart halter, as if, questioning the reality of her, the truth that resides in bodies lying on bed together, and that, her thumb tracing the lines in your palm. Your felt her touch delay at the pulse that she found.

“I think of you too,” Natasha whispered, the certainty in her voice hasn’t weaken since the first time.

Sometimes, perhaps, always, she knows and understands the thumps in your chest, easily articulating the confessions that spew in soft breathes and the glimmer in your eyes as you gaze into her warm eyes.

The blissful moment carries forward, trace of hands over the other, breaths that warmth your skin and hers, the one that stuck—

Your left hand playing leisurely with hers. Slender fingers allowing the trace of each minuscule scars, the print on the pad of her fingers, then halting by her third finger where your attention was fixed on the vacant space there. A thought that often outlines the concentration of your mind, it nurtures as your finger trace the start of her third finger to the end, and the tip of your nails tracing absently at that place.

It was love, you had confessed into the quiet space of your room. That was the first time, after your second date, that you realise the feelings that appeared in your chest when you were with her.

Natasha was, is, always will be love.

Love that sought for your heart to ponder of her, for your mind to reveal the thoughts that danced around forever. A promise shared between two, a sweet proposal, and an everlasting marriage. You haven’t considered the notion of such till she appeared, muddled and soft, pouring with such tender love for you.

Natasha lifts her head from where she was resting on your thigh. Her eyes meet yours before following your gaze where they were focused on her left hand.

“I’m not good with words,” she uttered into the almost silence room, and your attention shifts to her half-dressed state. Her upper body bare while her lower half was covered by a black cotton underwear, it takes a soft slap of her hand over your thigh to realise she wanted your attention on her eyes.

It wasn’t your fault. Natasha was—she’s so heavenly beautiful, simply admiring her drew the utmost joy for your heart.

Natasha grasped your left hand in hers. “I’m not good with words,” she repeated. “You know me well enough— but for you, I would write a book to declare my love, words that won’t make sense, and a bunch of paragraphs about your smile,” she smiled, her right hand found their way to your cheek as she moved her body to straddle your waist.

It’s instinct when your hands were positioned to her waist, but she forced your left to stay with hers. Like, she needed that touch to remain for you to understand.

“I wanted to smile and feel everything nice because you were smiling at me and—” she laughed, at herself, at the soft look in your eyes, at her inability to express the feeling that you saw clearly in her eyes. “I love you, alright?”

“Alright?” you teased, and she rolled her eyes in response.

You know her.

And she knows you.

Natasha lifts your left hand in hers, seemingly staring at your linked hands, then her thumb pressed over your third fingers in silence awareness of the thoughts that blooms in your mind at the very touch she instigated.

“I think of you too,” she declared. “I think of you as my forever,” and there’s a brief look in her eyes, one that you couldn’t describe.

“You’re my forever too,” you replied, offering her reassurance for the words she seems to find difficulty at expressing.

Natasha nodded her head with s breathy chuckle. “I know,” she spoke first. “I want everything with you, this, us, this,” she lifts your left hand at the final word and pressed a tender kiss at the back of your hand, the same place where forever was swooned with a band.

Loving someone wasn’t easy as they’d say, but she swore of love for you and understood the thumps of your heart far better than anyone could. Maybe, love wasn’t easy till you find the right person, and you found that person.

There, she takes moment to press a soft kiss on your lips, another moment for her to walk out the room and return with a thin strip of black cloth, another moment that roused watery laughter from you and her, and the final moment of her tying the strip of black cloth over the third finger of your left hand.

It's perfect, it’s you, it’s her, it’s love that was always shared between two.

#this is... #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you

[anevilmanstit]

a verbatim inscription of a voice message i sent my best friend 20 minutes ago because i don't remember me being this unhinged...:

[laugh][violence inhale of air through teeth]

[whisper close to mic]oh my goodness!

[growling noises like a feral raccoon] I'm gonna eat this man up, i am going to rat this man alive. oh my goodness [ugly spaghetti pretend eat noises] mmm [cheffs kiss noise] ah [more hot spaghetti noises] so tasty, so tasty,

you know i never actually- i didn't actually um... expect this to be the of my life this week, the end of this week

[5 seconds of silence]

#this is... #idek #what has my life come to #how can my friends even stand me

[omening-the-goods]

Lets bless this blog with MiCrowley Oblivion

#this is... #this is gonna be the vibe of this blog/portfolio #unwell #good omens #more like goof omens #funny eldritch idiots ah

[hatespirates]

what form of love do you embody ?

love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden

when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides” and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight”

tagged by: @goodpirate. tagging: you ! reading this right now !

#* meta. / character study. #this is... #before the straw hats it would've been #violence #or something like that #back when she couldn't let herself care

[theageofsims]

#this is... #troubling to say the least lmao #blurb