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qinghe-s · 2 years
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of course loss is the great lesson
— from ‘Poppies’ by Mary Oliver
[id: four screenshots from various episodes of cql/the untamed and fatal journey, each with a line from the poem in the caption. the first has the line “and what are you going to do —” and shows nie huaisang, in distress, eyes wide and mouth open, facing the viewer. he is held back by jin guangyao who is looking at him, showing little emotion.
the second image has the line “what can you do” and shows nie huaisang in white, simple mourning robes. he is looking off to the right.
the third image has the line “about it —” and is showing a closeup of a sword plunged into someone wearing white robes with gold embroidery, a trickle of blood spilling from the wound.
the fourth image has the line “deep, blue night?” and shows a closeup of nie huaisang’s face as he looks down and over his shoulder. end id.]
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showmey0urfangs · 5 months
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Fanon Louis is not canon
The shock and awe that some fans felt when they saw Louis flirt up a storm in the new clip is further proof of how quickly a certain fanon interpretation of characters can become mistaken for canon.
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Show Louis has always been flirty. He's always been Mr. I'm sexy and I know it!
No, he's not some meek, shy virginal maiden who blushes at a mere glance thrown in his direction and lays there with his eyes closed as Lestat tenderly deflowers him.
Louis is confident, charming, charismatic, street smart, resourceful, savvy, and even overly cocky at times.
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And yes, in his worst moments, he is also repressed, selfish, hypocritical, brooding and depressed to the point of being suicidal.
He is a complex character that contains multitudes and it would be nice if fans appreciated all these aspects of him instead of stripping him of most of it to try and shove him into narrow tropes.
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lousolversons · 10 months
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Stephen Root as Monroe Fuches in BARRY (2018-2023)
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strawberriipi · 8 months
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Thinking about how
Timeskip Kuroo would come home to you, take off his tie, unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt and go up behind you while you're preparing dinner (or wtv you're doing hehe), wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your jaw.
"I missed you today, baby..."
His breath on your neck as he nuzzles his face into your familiar warmth.
He takes your hand in his larger one and kisses it. Along with your knuckles and wrist, admiring you like he does everyday.
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iovesia · 10 months
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daily ted logan appreciation post i love my himbo bf ୧ ˚ ༘ ❤️‍🩹 ⋆
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jctaro · 1 year
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A PROMISE. — hashira tanjiro kamado.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 tanjiro's heart, wounded for life with the massacre of his family, won't be able to endure another loss. his little sister, nezuko, is losing herself day by day, making the desperation and an overwhelming sensation of hopelessness —that he tries so hard to brush away— arise. while he's serving in the demon slayer corps as the sun hashira, a particular encounter takes place and, with it, the remote possibility to change it all.
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➤ ㅤㅤWARNINGS :ㅤaged up characters. hashira tanjiro, demon reader. violence. blood. murder. death. manipulation. corruption (?). smut. mental health aspects mentioned/described. more will be added on the go.
➤ ㅤㅤNOTICE : ㅤㅤminors, ageless & empty blogs do not interact. your age must be in your bio or somewhere accessible. you must be 18 or over to interact with me or my works. please mind the warnings and proceed at your own risk.
➤ ㅤㅤPLAYLIST :ㅤ"there's a hole in my soul that's been killing me forever."
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ㅤ『ㅤ𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱ㅤ』
PART 01
PART 02
PART 03
PART 04
PART 05
PART 06
PART 07
PART 08
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bambisnc · 2 months
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- met you midnight in my bedroom; we were dancin' under the stars 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ ˖ ִֶָ 🌌 - i knew better than to need you swear I didn't mean to, but i can't say goodbye ࣪. ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ִֶָ
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directions to : - record store? - cafe?
additional info : - reqs : open ! - event coming soon !
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[if you love me, don't say you love me] @so-lychee + [@yinyinwon, @wonlude]
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flwrshee · 9 months
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TELLING U TO DO THAT MOOT OTP PROMPT GENERATOR GAME !!!!! u better include me 🫵🫵🫵
BAE OFC ILL INCLUDE U, YOU'LL BE FIRST
i love moot games ! doing moots i talk to frequently so im sorry if you aren't on here. this is the link for anyone who wants to do it.
@chiyuv - me and cael would definitely do this ( 9/10 )
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@weoris - i told you guys me and xin were dating ( 9/10 )
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@hysgf - idk if mika is a scaredy cat but ill protect you bae ( 8/10 )
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@maiverie - thats the cutest thing ive heard all day ( 10/10 )
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@hoonvrs - a bit random, what do you think saint? ( 5/10 )
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@dazed-hee - me and tiff are the cutest ( 9.5/10 )
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@whoschr - it shows how much i love my chae chae ( 8.5/10 )
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@seongclb - THATS SO SWEET STOP I LOVE THIS ONE SM ( 100/10 )
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@delcakoo - thank you ema bae you are the best ( 10/10 )
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@yenqa - even the generator knows how much u hate me /j ( 10/10 )
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@sngvhs - i love the stars sm ( 9.5/10 )
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kazumie · 2 years
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[ 09:17 ] tsukishima kei
if you know you know <3 minors dni ♥︎ @kitaholic ♥︎ cw: watching twitter porn at 9 in the morning
you wake up with the side of your face on his rather lean chest and his arm around your shoulders to keep you from rolling away.
sounds—or rather, moans start to register in your ears.
“blosguns? this early in the morning?” you squint at his screen and then at your lover who was seemingly enjoying watching people do obscene things to each other despite his blank expression.
the sloppy sounds must have woken you up.
“i’m a visual learner.” tsukishima jests, turning slightly to kiss the top of your head. “was going through the wishlist.”
the wishlist.
a shared list between you and tsukishima kei composed of a compilation of links from twitter of... well... porn—with the purpose of “reference” or so he says.
( he calls it a love language of vulnerability—sharing and trading links with you as he never ever would do this with anyone else, even his best friend yamaguchi. )
“perv.” you snuggle into his chest, pulling yourself closer to him and throwing a leg over his hip. “your little friend doesn’t seem to be excited much.”
( the woman’s legs in the video start to shake from how fast her partner had been fingering her—you recognize the video as one of the links you sent him last month.)
“porn doesn’t make him happy anymore.” tsukishima places his phone on the dresser. “and he’s resting.”
“from last night?” you chuckle, running a hand over his toned abdomen. “but i did all the work.”
“and my ass is sore.” he whines, turning to wrap you in his arms.
“ah, but you liked it.”
tsukishima leaves a kiss on your hairline. “and so what if i did?” goosebumps rise on his cheeks and arms when your hand lazily drags along his side and over his chest. “good morning to you too, y/n.”
( he almost shivers and squirms under your touch. )
“morning.” you playfully nip at his chin, noting how a smile had tugged at his lips.
“let me guess...” he props himself up on his arm and brings a hand up to pat and brush your unruly hair down. “you’re going to ask me what would i like for breakfast and the options are either bread, coffee, or you.”
“well?”
“eating you out won’t keep me full until twelve—“ tsukishima laughs when you whack him with the pillow that you swiped from under his head.
“i’m not wrong, am i now?” he shrugs nonchalantly with a soft grin. “but i’m not entirely opposed to it either.”
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carrieannemossdaily · 10 months
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Amanda "I-don't-give-a-shit" Andrews
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minwooks-moved · 11 months
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⟩⟩ J-MIN twt update ── 050523 ♥︎
“I was so happy on the first day of the concert🥰🥰”
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gfksn · 1 year
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ashxxgyu · 8 months
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mjyunie · 10 months
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heetro · 1 year
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VALE MY WIFE MY LOVER how have you been😘😘 i just came back from korea😍
MY BAEEE AAA
no wonder i don’t see you around my dash goshhh how was it? any interesting news? 🫣
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jctaro · 1 year
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A PROMISE. — PART 01.
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➤ ㅤㅤWARNINGS :ㅤaged up characters. fem reader (she/her prns). violence. death. mentions of blood. wc= 1.7k.
➤ ㅤㅤNOTICE : ㅤㅤminors, ageless & empty blogs do not interact. your age must be in your bio or somewhere accessible. you must be 18 or over to interact with me or my works. reblogs and boosts are always welcome & very much appreciated!
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ PART 02 | MASTERLIST
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Human beings are naturally good. Kindness is present in everyone from the moment they’re born, and they reflect their goodness in the way they treat people. No matter the hard blows life might give you, as long as that kindness persists, there’s a hope or happiness, and that kindness is the one that may save us all one day. But as easy as kindness is spread, it is almost as easily tainted by evil, and when that kindness is tinted with it, the hope for a better tomorrow vanishes, and happiness breaks.
And when happiness is destroyed, there’s always the smell of blood.
Today’s even worse than a few days ago. The gentle, kind soul of Nezuko is little by little being consumed, and little by little, less of the person she once was is left. Every time, he spends a copious amount of time — maybe more than he should — trying to find the reason, whoever killed her sister’s innocence. Trying to look for the tale’s murderer. Where everything started; where Urokodaki’s spell broke and she stopped seeing humans as her family, like she was once taught. 
What went wrong? How come things ended up like this? It’s a weight that Tanjiro carries on his shoulders, the guilt for not being able to protect her kindness, for not being there when he should have… twice. He often wonders if things would’ve been better if he had been there in time to prevent that tragedy. Before that, there was a hope that things would be back to what they once used to be, for that happiness to be restored. 
To see a smile on his little sister’s lips once again. 
The rattling of chains is faint as he makes his way upstairs, to take his emerald checkered haori — and maybe remind himself, for a moment, that they are watching over him from wherever they are, giving him the strength he cannot seem to make out to keep going. The scar in his arm throbs enough to remind him of the pit he’s falling into.
However, when he sets foot outside, it's time to confront another night, full of mystery and danger. His obligations as a hashira don't wait nor know of rest, nor contemplate for any weakness, and require the skills of the strongest. and he, either training lower-ranked slayers or taking demons down, is an essential part to the corps. duty calls for him every day and, when it does, there's no time to just settle down. 
In the meantime, he must seek a solution. Nezuko will be in good hands in the meantime. 
Tonight, it's particularly cold. In fact, it seems that this year, the winter is more merciless than it has ever been. Clouds hide the moon and the stars, but the wind isn’t blowing as hard as it did a few days ago. Still, his breathing techniques and the continuous movement turn therefore essential to conserve the scarce heat his body musters. 
She was there, all this time, observing him from up above a branch, where moonlight doesn't reach and the only thing that seems to glow is her piercing, feline-like gaze. She’s fond of eyes, necks and hands but, mostly, of sweet scents. As she gathered, he had them all. While she couldn’t see his neck or hands due to the distance, she could see what would leave her completely hooked on him: whenever he glanced at his surroundings, she could catch a glimpse of a unique color in his orbs. And the crimson color of his hair matches with it too. 
She knows what he is, Muzan had told her once: 
“The son… of the sun.” She whispers to herself and, as she does, a trail of drool inevitably slithers down from the corner of her lips to her chin, mixed with a little crimson blood that remained from her recent meal — someone who kindly offered themselves to satiate her appetite; naturally, she happily accepted such an offer.
Nevertheless, he is different. It's written in the way a katana dangles from his hip, that hear which is just unmistakeable, and an aura that just makes her parotid glands secrete drool. Then, the taste of something strong, something disgusting as wisteria outweighs the ferric one of blood. But, amongst all that mixture, appears a faint relishing of something she knows too well — in his scent threads the one of a demon. Eyebrows raised in t's then that, in a mix of disgust and delight, her irises gleam and she lights up, as if a flame had been ignited inside her chest. 
As if he couldn’t get any more interesting, she finds out that he’s—
"A hashira..." Wickedly, the corners of her lips stretch, her tone tainted with nothing but genuine excitement.
He doesn't seem to notice that, as of quite some time, the atmosphere in this forest had turned heavier, in a way that he's turned light-headed. maybe the way in which his head is constantly reminiscing him of the anguish and worry that weighs in his heart, he's been distracted. he believes there's no time to stop to worry about himself when he's basically running a race against time, so that is why any time he doesn't feel well, he disregards it just like that. ‘Nezuko needs me’, is what he reminds himself of over and over, attempting to gain the strength that, little by little, gets depleted with the overwhelming sensation of coming to a dead end. 
All of the sudden, before his eyes appear splotches of blood. It’s not a mess, but there's the sensation of the chills making his skin crawl. The blood seems to have drawn a sort of a trail, and so he follows it, to the dark shadow the tree in front of him projects. Someone seems to be unconscious, lying against the trunk. Instantly, he rushes to their aid, kneeling before them. When he takes a better look, his eyes widen a fraction at the sensation and sight of such a familiar fabric. 
"A-Are you alright?!" His hands cup the person’s cheeks, and he tries shaking them gently in order to wake them up.
When a brief breeze makes the tree's branches dance, the moonlight trespassing a thin cloud manages to filter through it and into the forest; it’s then that he can take a better look at them. The first thing he notices is the lifeless pierce of pupils, as if this person was staring right into him. The worst thing, however, must be the expression — it’s not the first time he sees someone dying, nor touches blood by accident, but it never gets easy. This time, it doesn’t fail to make him gasp.
A sensation that takes him to that moment: the moment where his once sweet sister tried to kill a kakushi back at the corps. Now, swearing on his life and on the promise to cut his own stomach in an act of harakiri, taking full responsibility, he took in his own hands the duty of watching over nezuko. his little sister, sweet little sister who was now  cuffed with wisteria-based cuffs and secluded to a wisteria based dungeon. her lost gaze, rampage behavior and the pain of a moment he swore would never occur is what he remembers. 
"Nezuko?" a voice, unfamiliar but tender, dances into his ear, “Who's that?”
Startled, he jolts. Automatically, his anxiety spikes and his body is invaded with the feeling of danger. How could he not notice her scent earlier? Even worse: how does she know Nezuko’s name?
"Stay away!" he glares at her, unsheathing his katana and pointing it at her. In return, she only stares, her eyes are big, and it looks as if she isn’t harmful at all. However her scent, no matter how sweet, is heavy, constricting his throat when he breathes it in.
Damn, damn, damn! if he hadn't been so caught up in his head, ruminating in his thoughts, he would've been more aware of his surroundings. However, there's also the possibility that she had camouflaged her scent, which would mean that she's more threatening than she appears. 
“Where are you going?” She asks no one in particular, cocking her head to the side and furrowing her eyebrows. She just watches him run, a dot of red, green and black becoming smaller and eventually mixing with the darkness ahead.
His instinct says it's time to run and his body obeys, that he does not stand a chance against her at this right moment — the throb in his arm reminds him of that. The moment he notices, he's left his fallen comrade's body right where he found it to dash away. However, no matter where he turns, he can see more fallen slayers, lying lifeless on the floor. 
To face her blindly would be a reckless thing for him to do. Right now, what he needs is to get as far as he can and buy himself some time to think. His legs burn, but he needs to gain distance, until the strain in his muscles calls for a rest behind a fallen trunk of what seems to be an old tree, far from the unforeseen, certainly shocking rendezvous point. He falls on his butt, his back lying against the wooden surface, huffing at a ragged pace. He’s glancing over his shoulder to see if she’s followed him (but there’s no sight of her, and that can only mean she could be anywhere, so staying alert turns essential). He turns back, closing his eyes for just a mere second in an attempt to ease his rapid heartbeat — For now, he must assess the situation, and make sure he can take her down. 
So he opens his eyes, decided to take his stance right now, though soon as he does, there’s someone bending down to his eye level, with a bright smile on her lips and eyes wrinkled into crescent moons. His suspicions are confirmed when, widening his eyes, he focuses his attention in a detail that, before, wasn’t evident. And now the situation’s turned for the worse, oh, so much worse.
“Found you.”  
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