#Actually made me cry

[xotrashratxo]

you’re telling me you nerds put this whole thing together just for me? 😠

…….

Wow. Uh…. 😳 thanks! ☺️ This was really great! ☺️

o-oooh! Are you kidding?! 😯👉👉

NO NO NO, this is like the NICEST thing ANYONE’s EVER done for me! 😁

[hunters-mutated-left-arm]

Okay, but the thing about Julie and the Phantoms' "Unsaid Emily" is that Charlie's (Luke's) delivery may be interpreted in one of two ways. For example,

“And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave”

By looking at the line in this context, it is clear that Luke most regrets the terrible remarks he never intended to utter to his own mother. When you first hear the song, it sounds like he is stopping the lyric there, however that is not the case. Let’s say we look at it from the original perspective

"And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave, unsaid Emily."

The original lyrics reveal that Luke had things he wished to express to his mother, Emily. The fact that he fled before ever expressing his actual sentiments to her is a cause of genuine regret. He sort of tricks the audience, but not completely, to communicate the contrasting internal guilt he feels regarding his and his mother's quarrel. In this essay, I will-

[mapsareforbraindeads]

nothing can compare to looking at people who bookmarked your fics with a fave tag, checking what else they have saved under that fave tag, and seeing one of the best fics on the site there.

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[tizzymcwizzy]

FUCK!!!!!!!! FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIRACULOUS LADYBUG GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[colourofmagic]

captain sunshine and the best backliner in ncaa exy ☀️

[mjfass]

[black-and-yellow]

The walk home from UA

[spideypawz]

a tale of two roses. mwah.

[swordberries]

I'm Nimona

This one's been on the backburner for a while but I finished it for a queer prom happening this weekend :3

[lovexmemonster]

irumii✨✨

[reapersynth]

Men are not a new sensation // I've done pretty well I think // But this half-pint imitation put me on the blink // I'm wild again, beguiled again // A simpering, whimpering child again // Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I

[meongppangz]

[hiphopcherrrypop]

happy premier week!! who else tuning in ✌😲

[okartichoke]

happy grand festival !! congrats to team past and much love to everyone <333

[crybaby-bkg]

you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………

Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.

“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.

but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.

“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.

you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.

“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.