#MY SOUL IS CRUSHED

[emii-prime]

You were used up

[cyrusclouds]

do you ever get your hopes and dreams crushed because somebody knows more about your hyperfixation than you

[liveontelevision]

AHHHHHHH THE NEW MOON EPISODE AHHHHHHH

[ur-fav-malewifey]

Lyrics that give off such johnshi vibes (both /pos and /neg);

"Even if my heart stops beating, you're the only thing I need, ooh, with me. Even if the earth starts shaking, you're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me. Even if the sky's on fire, got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me. And if it's all over, I'm taking this moment, ooh, with me...yeah, pretty boy, you did this with me, boy, Now it's all about to end. Baby girl, look where we made it, girl."

"I just really hate your face, though I know that won't surprise you, but, to me, your skin is one big wart and your laugh is one big snort, and you stink, so in short, I despise you / i just really like your face, you don't have to look so happy, I'm not really into love that you flaunt, in some glittery font, but if that's what you want, make it snappy / i just really miss your face, though, i know, i must disgust you, i had tried to be the stubbornest mule, 'cause i know life was cruel, so i guess i was foolish to trust you."

"Sometimes, you look the same, just like you did before the accident, when you're staring into space, it's hard to Believe you don't remember it, woke up in the ambulance, you pieced it all together on the drive. I know you don't remember calling me, but I told you, even then you looked so pretty, in a hospital bed, i remember you said you were scared, and so was i."

"Did you get enough love, my little dove, why do you cry? And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right, my little versailles. The hospital asked should the body be cast, before I say goodbye, my star in the sky, such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth, do you find it alright, My dragonfly?...shall we look at the moon, my little loon, why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light."

"Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed? I'm just a ghost out of his grave, and I can't make love in my grave, I won't put white into your hair, I won't make noises in your stairs, I will be kind and I'll be sweet, if you stop staring straight through me."

- Johnny (written; 10/08/23)

[twisted-tales-told]

I wanted that coffee table so bad u guys

[eraserbread]

welcoming your husband, nanami, home from work with a little help from your toddler ✧

→ f!reader, toddler dad nanami, sfw

"daddy homeeeeee!"

"rin, wa-

zooming out of your lap like she hasn't seen him in years, rin is so full of energy you just spent the last two hours trying to drain from her. it's late afternoon—exactly her nap time.

your plan was to get her down before kento came home, but that's long forgotten. just like you, curled up on the little toddler bed your husband built.

when you're sitting up, your heart beats harder in anticipation. after all these years, you're still excited to see him, and your daughter is your carbon copy—you can't blame her. walking into the hallway, you hear him before you see him—the front door clicks, and he laughs. rin squeals.

"daddy!"

"hi, my darling! oh- careful, remember to keep fingers away from the door."

before he's even in the house, rin is blocking him, little hands pulling at the gap to open it further. "daddy, what doin'?"

"i'm saying hello to my little girl. what are you doing, rin? did you have a good day with your mother?" like a narrator, kento drops his work bag and scoops his daughter in his arms, big hand covering the entirety of her neck as he pulls her in for a welcome-home kiss.

you're watching them with a soft smile, leaning against the wall in the hallway, when he notices you. he gives a little sideways smile, steered back into conversation when rin sees his loving gaze falter.

"we colored... and play outside..." she begins, attention drifting off into space as she fixates on his tie. she's too distracted to see the quick glances you two are sharing. "n we play dressup. mommy wore pretty dress like princess."

"did she, now? did you take any pictures to show daddy?"

"mm-mm." she declares with a shake of the head, fitting hands making fists in the luxe fabric. "wan' it."

"oh, you want my tie?" as whipped as he is with you, he's even more gullible for his baby girl. one hand works it loose from his neck, arm barely flexing as he balances her in one. halfway off, he resorts to his teeth, pulling it loose and draping it over rin's neck—moreso her small shoulders. then, he turns, giving that split second of distraction to you.

"we missed you today," you smile, biting your lip as you approach them. she's so taken with her daddy's tie that she jumps when you approach, hand ruffling the slick part in her pigtailed hair.

"i missed my girls, too." his voice softens as you two stand so close that your breath becomes one. it's just a force of habit for him to lean in and press a kiss to your lips. like always, he lingers there for a second, brushing his nose against yours and smiling into your soft lips.

when rin wants her dad's attention again, she reaches out to pull at his shirt, pouting like it was her full-time job. "daddy, I don't wan' take nap."

kento chuckles against your lips, then pulls away, giving his daughter that fake stern stare he always gives you when your attitude rages. she reaches up, forgetting about the tie, and squeezes his cheek.

"oh, no." he replies, voice jumbled and muffled from her hold on his face. "we're taking a nap."

"did you see that link i sent you?" you ask, leaning against the counter as kento sheds his shoes—popping a few buttons on his dark blue shirt. "about her pre-school, it's expensive, but when I toured it-

"we'll get her signed up."

"i- thanks. also, ken-

"dada!!"

as he unlinks his cuffs and pulls his sleeves over his forearms, rin sprints out of her room with a stuffed bear in her hands. it's one she's had since she was a baby—torn and scuffed from constant love.

"yes, beautiful?" at his feet, she rises to her toes, waving it for him to reach and grab. "oh, thank you. I'll take good care of him."

and, she's off again. you watch her trip over her tiny bare feet, making a beeline back to her room.

"ken, she has to go to the doctor for an exam before she can enroll, I've been calling arou-

"daddy!!"

"yes, princess?" this time, at his feet, rin is waving a silver plastic tiara, tiny fist locked in the straight fabric of his pants. "oh, am I the princess?"

"dada wear." she states like she's on a mission, staring up at him sternly with those identical hazel wide-eyed stare.

so he does without further question. he combs his slicked hair back with his hand and slips the thing right over his head. you giggle, stifling back more as you cover your mouth. he's shameless—much less serious about himself since he's entered this phase of fatherhood. you love this way of being so much on him. it's like he's finally free from his burdens. but, you know the truth. he's only so carefree around his daughter.

"how do i look, hm?" he reads rin's stance—both arms stretched high like she wants to be picked up. she doesn't have to tell him twice, he's leaning over with a grunt, scooping her back into his safe arms. "am I a pretty princess?"

"no-

he gasps—fake as hell, but emotive enough to draw a series of innocent giggles right from his favorite source. "oh, I forgot—the prettiest princess around is my little nanami rin, hm?"

"mama!"

kento pulls her close for another kiss on the cheek, moving her to his side to carry her off to her room. you're just glad he's willing to subdue her to sleep today. she'll drift off in seconds if it's him at her side. "mm, no. mama's much more of a queen who rules with an iron fist."

"wha's that mean?"

[acochleola]

beatiful

[nolvini]

death junior

[literarymerritt]

Thinking about Them 🥺

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[mari-lair]

cook acquired!

[gomzdrawfr]

Dissociated and we got a whole canvas of my fav

[s4ltedcod]

Peter Cushing in The Hound of the Baskervilles (1959) is something that can be so personal actually

[kings-robot-swooning-blog]

Your honor these two stole my heart

@keferon come get yer boys >:)

[zu-is-here]

During the post dark cream arc where Cross was pregnant with Aim, is it possible for Aim to mive and kick while in the soul…? And if so is it painful for Cross+

continuing @clownyclowns' comic's topic <3

[henryandgordon]

"like you caught the leaves of the forest and left them there"

14. The Fallout

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"I know,” Gordon said. He closed his eyes and looked into Henry's again. “If I… ?” He paused, clearly trying to arrange his thoughts. “ You have the prettiest eyes.”

“What?” Henry paused, taken aback. 

“You do.” Shakily, he lifted his hand up to the side of Henry’s face. “They're green, and soft, like you caught the leaves of the forest and left them there.” 

Henry closed his eyes and shook his head, unbelieving.

“You look at me like you love me.” Gordon closed his own eyes. “I don't understand why.”

“Because…” Henry couldn't sum up the reasons. This man was so kind, and so caring…

“I was scared.” Gordon smiled gently, placing a finger to Henry's lips to silence him. “What's the point of being scared now?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61494709/chapters/163665013

[elevensiesexpert]

Friendly reminds Pippin named his son Faramir