#LoveD&G

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[hilacopter]

tbh ryoko kui cooked with this one why is this the funniest image I have ever seen

[meruz]

they r like littll dressup devil and angel anime characters to mee

[bashzzey]

ENA in Pomni's outfit!!

[thoughtkick]

I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be

Kriti G.

[lazylittledragon]

a word for word interaction i had with my boyfriend that i think about at least once a day

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Spiritual seekers need one another as mirrors. A member of the Hopi nation once asked me about our holy days. I was telling him about Passover, our celebration of freedom, and Sukkot, our Feast of Tabernacles, and how they fit in with the cycles of the year. "I think I get it," he said finally. "You people don't want to be in slavery. And you want to pass this on to your children. But when you tell your kids on Passover, 'We have to go away from here; we can't stay here because it will cost us our freedom,' your kids will say, 'Yeah, but what are we going to eat?' So you teach them how to bake bread on stones, how to roast a lamb if you are hungry, how to find dandelion greens, and so on. When the kids ask, 'But where will we stay?' you show them how to build a lean-to, so they will have somewhere to live." An Indian perspective on the mitzvot to eat the Passover lamb with matzot and bitter herbs and to build a sukkah on Sukkot gave me a completely different insight into my own traditions.

-Jewish with Feeling, Rabbi Zalman Schachter-Shalomi. 2005, p. 198-199

[lee-quiche]

🌙 the duo ever 🦜

[emmyrosee]

C-can we have baby megumi call reader mom for the first time 🥺👉👈

YOU TRYNA KILL ME 🥺

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The movie is just about over when you meet your gaze with toji, who’s half asleep on the couch next to you. He smiles exhaustedly before flicking his eyes down to megumi, who’s fast asleep in your lap. Bedtime was hours ago, but ever the stubborn one, Megumi insisted on watching the movie with you both, changing the subject from horror to family friendly.

He was sound asleep not fifteen minutes in. Your thighs are tingling with numbness, but you would never dare waking the small boy.

“I’ll clean up toys, you wanna do bedtime?” He asks. You hum happily and scoop the small boy in your arms, smiling as he stretches before nuzzling closer. “Kid’s getting big.”

“Never too big to be tucked in,” you mewl, shifting Megumi slightly. He smacks his tiny lips together.

“Maybe he’s too big for ya-“

“No, he’s not, he’s perfect, back off,” you hiss quickly, making Toji snicker and shake his head. You carry him down the hall to his bedroom, plopping down on the small bed and cradling him close. His cheek is warm against your hand, and you press a tiny kiss to his forehead adoringly.

“Your dad’s crazy,” you whisper to the small boy, brushing his hair out of his face. “But I guess we’ll keep him, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” megumi huffs, knuckling his eye. You smile roll your thumb over the swell of his cheeks.

“Go back to sleep, ‘gumi,” you coo, shifting the blanket to slot him under. He quickly burrows under the warmth, nuzzling into his pillow. His cheeks are reddening with sleep, and just as you make a move to leave, he paws for your hand.

“Mumma…”

The room is still, save for Megumi’s rhythmic breathing. His tiny fingers grip onto your ring finger, holding tightly. His little lips are smooshed against the pillow as he sleeps, but you however, couldn’t breathe, too overcome with emotions over just what megumi said.

Mumma. He called you his mumma, he trusted you enough, loves you enough to give you that title, and your bottom lip wobbles as your thumb strokes over his tiny fingers. Tears roll down your cheeks and splatter onto the sheets below you, darkening the fabric underneath. Your free hand comes up to cover your mouth, worrying about waking him with your sobs.

Your body trembles with emotion, exhilaration and excitement coursing through you, and you try your best to keep it all composed.

“M-Mumma’s he-re, baby,” you choke, squeezing his hand gently.

You’re not sure how long you’re sitting there, watching him sleep, but it’s long enough where toji comes to seek you out.

“Jeez,” he grumbles, voice low to keep his son from waking up. “How long does it take-“ he softens at the sight of your tears. “The hell happened?”

“He called me mumma,” you explain, sniffling and shaking your head. “He’s just… never done that.” At your explanation, toji chuckles and stalks into the bedroom, big hand resting on your back and rubbing soothing circles to ground you.

He hums, “what can I say? The booger likes you.”You look up at him with a smile, and he uses his free hand to wipe a tear from your eye. “And I got no complaints about your company either.”

You gently ease your hand out of Megumi’s grip, moving his stuffed dog from one side of his bed and into his arms, which he subconsciously grabs and nuzzles into.

“I like him, too,” you whisper. You look back up at toji, and immediately, raise your arms. “And I’ll like you too if you carry me to bed.”

He groans softly, “the kid is right here-“

“If you really love me you’ll do it,” you tease. Toji rolls his eyes and hunches over to get you onto his back, shushing you as you giggle and climb on.

“You tryna wake the brat up?” He grunts, carrying you out and closing the door behind him.

“He’s not a brat.”

“You’re a brat.”

You kiss his temple wetly, “so what?”

“I’ll give you so what,” he grumbles, stalking through the halls.

[seoaelfscyne]

I need a dad bf who tells me off for how short my skirt is, but looks up my skirt when he’s tying my shoelaces for me 💕

[chanoeys]

me to my mutuals when i discover a new hyperfixation <3

[sulemio-week-official]

Happy (unofficial) Birthday to our girlboss girlfailure ultimate wifeguy passenger princess CEO short queen Miorine Rembran🍅

[trasho-pando2011]

[spamtonsometimes]

a specil little bonus... he's such a cartoon character of a man.

[angel-gf]

I have this fantasy, Now I don’t really ever actually sleep around, I’m more of a personal whore type of person. Any person I’d be with would be possessive, overly possessive and I’d love it. But when we get married I’m legally his, all all his and nothing can take me away from him. On our wedding night we were supposed to go to a nice resort for our honeymoon, so I’m confused when you take me to a small dirty hotel, but I’d never question you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, I trust you. So I follow you, going into the janky room, as you push me in, you tie my hands behind me, pushing me on the bed, id ask what your doing still very confused, before all of your groomsmen some of your best friends, come in. No one says anything to me it’s like I’m not even a person, just your legal property now. All of you start talking about how much of a whore I am, how they can’t wait to use my tight holes, id beg you to stop thinking this is a joke. Hands would be all over my body, pulling my big white dress off, ruining it, I’d cry and whine begging you to make it stop, you’d all mock and tease me, before violating my now bare skin and holes, you’d take turns filling me up, stretching me hot, choking me, slapping me, id be covered in cum, crying, my veil still on now stained with cum and tears, my makeup running down my face. My body bruised, id almost pass out from how mentally and physically exhausted I am. And when everyone starts to get ready to leave I finally think it’s over, that maybe you’d let me shower, and sleep peacefully but instead, you pull my arms up attaching them to the almost broken bed, spread my legs apart, and take pictures of my ruined body and holes. And as I’m passing out I hear you say that they can come by tomorrow to use me again, that you think I can be broken even more, that’s how you make a perfect wife.

[jennacrtega]

lavish - twenty one pilots