#era: unconditional

[bgarchivee]

jaehyun (nct/soloist)

[deswhomst]

i love my characters a bit pathetic. you can have your BAMF perfect characters but me and my occasionally amazing occasionally embarrassing characters will be chilling in our little corner.

sirius? loserrr. he died because he left his house arrest and then laughed at his scary cousin. and it wasn’t even the killing curse! dude just fell back and died. regulus? he thought he really did something with the horcrux didn’t he? bae, all you did was die an unnecessarily painful death and create problems for the people who were actually useful. remus? what about remus wasn’t pathetic, really? grown man who was such an emotional coward that he didn’t tell anyone that the prisoner who allegedly got his best friends killed was a dog? james and lily? fucking losers. they had albus dumbledore offering to be their secret keeper, they could have been their Own secret keepers but noooo. they chose to prioritize “trust” over their son’s life? and then died because of switching the secret keeper? could never be me. peter? he lived as an actual fucking rat that literally belonged to percy weasley lmaoo. pandora? she literally died due to a failed experiment in front of her daughter. not only did you fuck up what you were doing, you actually just died doing it? barty? his father so bad he had to look at voldemort for approval. marlene? loser mess of a lesbian who forgets her own name the moment dorcas meadowes is anywhere near. evan? he lost his life and took a chunk of his killer’s nose with him. you go babe! seems like you got your revenge! mary? who?

finally, dorcas meadowes is my only exception to this pathetic character rule. i am not sorry i just do not find her embarrassing in the slightest. you’re embarrassing if you think otherwise. moral of the story is that dorcas is actually the best and the rest of them are losers.

[stonnedparrott]

I think I like Wolfstar because of how much I see myself in Remus. If someone like Remus, who at their core believes they are unlovable, can find someone like Sirius— who loves them unconditionally, I think we all can (including myself :>)

[lambmotifz]

i love s5 toxic angsty wincest, love how dean was actively trying to punish sam and brainwash him into feeling guilty

always thinking about their dialogue in 5.18 point of no return. dean’s “all you’ve ever done is run away”. sam’s “and i was wrong. every single time i did.”

sam is literally apologizing for running away from his family where he never felt safe or accepted. he’s apologizing for wanting a safe life away from hunting

because dean is mad and upset and angry at him

[lilacpaperbird]

I was watching college move-in day videos and I got sad thinking about Sam arriving at Stanford all alone with a worn-out duffle bag as his only companion. Imagine him standing there, watching other students arrive with their families — dads helping with the heavy luggage, moms making sure they didn't forget anything, both parents hugging their kid goodbye...... :(((((

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Gumworth Week Day 5: Realization

Miles realizes he has some worrying feelings about the detective :)

[qpjianghu]

Outcast, fallen angel, you are loved. You are forgiven. You are redeemed. You are loved. -The Exorcist [insp]

Li Lianhua | Mysterious Lotus Casebook

[mentallyillastrophelfreak]

(things my ex and I talked about)

"What are we, really?"

"Whatever you want us to be."

~

"But I don't know how to love."

"It's okay. You don't have to."

~

"I'll be harsh to you at some point."

"I'll endure every second."

[enbysiriusblack]

i'm not really a barty fan, but he's still very interesting to me (from how i see him)

like. him growing up with a very distant and abusive father and a very caring mother. him getting into ravenclaw house, the same house as his father, and getting scared he'll grow up to be just like him. and so he starts rebelling. he gets detentions, he gets angry at teachers telling him what to do, he gets angry at the fact he still loves learning and listening in class and reading and revising and getting good marks because it means his father will be happy and think he can still control him and is still on his way to being him. but he can't help himself- he loves learning too much. so instead he befriends slytherins, notably a rosier and a black, the kinda people his father despises and is publicly against. and his father talks about and works on getting higher up in the government with his anti-death eater agenda and so barty starts getting into the small wannabe death eater circle at school. and then he gets to go to his first meeting and he gets the mark and he gets to go on missions and his father can't stop him, can't control him anymore, and he doesn't even realise he's lost his son until barty's getting arrested.

[vomits0cutely]

“You wouldn't leave till we loved in the morning. You'd learned from movies how love ought to be, and you'd say you love me and look in my eyes. But I know through mine you were, Looking in yours.” But it’s Regulus Black trying to figure out why James Potter likes him

[bgarchivee]

jaehyun (nct/soloist)

[merbabylvr]

[floorpancakes]

smth so genius abt doumeki basically being the lore personification of not just being super fucking gay but the most stubbornly obvious example of watanuki being gently held up by a whole circle of people who love him unconditionally and that resistance towards unconditional love and being needed, something he sorely and visibly needs to function, fundamentally being the source of the fake beef. and like. meki is such a straightforward person it's impossible to look away. so there's several occasions of watanuki just fucking staring up at the ceiling post near death experience either with him or with yuuko and just. having quiet emotional outbursts where he processes it in chunks before taking pocketfuls of that love with him into the next try while packing the difficult stuff back into his head. and it's not even just this but in the back half we get to see the kind of fucking pain unconditional love puts them both through in ways I genuinely struggle to articulate but constantly try to. unconditional love of multiple kinds runs through watanuki's heart like a river but he hates it cause its a series of ropes tying him to the earth keeping him alive, but he loves it cause of that same reason. it's all so visceral. god

[tayfabe75]

"One of my favorite things that happens in the Live Lounge is a cover song, and I spent a lot of time trying to pick which cover song to do with this one. I just had this album come out called 'Lover', where I was really experiencing and exploring a lot of different types of love and that was what I was drawn to when I was writing. So I think that, for this cover song, I wanted to choose a song that I felt really expressed an interesting, beautiful, exquisite type of love. The cover song that I've chosen is 'Can't Stop Loving You' by Phil Collins. I love this song so much! I love it so much. Ever since it came out, like, I remember driving around when I first had my driver's license in Nashville, just driving around just screaming the words to this song. And I think that the type of love that this song sings about is unconditional love. People say that term all the time, and they kind of think that they know what unconditional love is, but I think true, unconditional love is like, do you love someone so much that you would even love them if they didn't love you anymore? Like that is unconditional love. And so, that's what this song sings about. It's literally the most sad, beautiful song ever, and I'm really stoked to be able to cover it today. So this is 'Can't Stop Loving You' by Phil Collins."

September 2, 2019: Taylor defines unconditional love before performing a cover of 'Can't Stop Loving You' by Phil Collins for BBC Radio 1's Live Lounge. (source 1, 2, 3)

[engene-sweetheart]

im a hopless romantic. i admit it now. i want all the stupid little play fights, bringing me flowers, soft kisses, cuddles, hugs, walks around the neighborhood, walking my dog together, times that we can just talk for hours, picnics at the park, late night drives or bike rides, sitting together at the lake, watching the sunset, listening to music together, going on trips, watching studio ghibli movies together, dancing in the rain, walking through a meadow or forest, hiding behind library bookshelves to kiss, reading each others favorite books, all of it. thats what i truly wish for.

[deathofacupid]

synopsis: heian!era sukuna x blind reader, where he is undoubtedly sure that you wouldn't love him if you could see him. a/n: @salsakiyoomi, thought of you while writing this! i know you love sukuna, here's a gift for you. hope you're having a better day! banner credits to @/dollywons.

the air in the ancient chamber hung thick with the scent of incense and the faintest trace of something wilder, something that clung to sukuna like a phantom limb.

he held you close, your small form nestled against his chest, your breathing soft and even. you were a delicate bloom in his brutal world, a splash of vibrant color against the monochrome backdrop of his existence. he was a creature of shadows, a being woven from malice and power, and you… you were a whisper of sunlight.

he watched you, his crimson eyes burning in the dim light, a stark contrast to the serenity etched on your face. he was a monster, a twisted reflection of humanity, a being whose very presence warped the air around him. and you, his sweet, unsuspecting petal, loved him. the thought was both intoxicating and agonizing.

"tch," he muttered, the sound rumbling in his chest. "if you saw what i looked like, you would not be lying beside me like this." he imagined your soft gasp, the way your eyes, currently closed in peaceful slumber, would widen with horror.

he pictured the revulsion that would twist your delicate features, the fear that would replace the gentle affection you so freely gave. the image was a knife twisting in his gut.

you hummed, a small, contented sound, and snuggled closer. "do not be silly," you murmured, your voice laced with sleepiness.

his brow furrowed. "excuse me?"

"yes," you repeated, your voice gaining a touch more clarity. "whether you would admit it or not, i love you for who you are, 'kuna. there is nothing else to it." you reached a hand up, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the faint scars that marred his cheek.

he flinched at the contact, a visceral reaction to the innocent touch that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

he scoffed, a harsh sound that echoed in the quiet chamber. "you say that because you are robbed of sight. you have not had the displeasure of seeing the world – seeing me." the words dripped with self-loathing. he imagined the revulsion that would fill your sightless eyes if they were suddenly granted the ability to perceive his true form, the grotesque markings that covered his body, the inhuman gleam in his eyes.

you loved him in the dark, in the comforting absence of his true appearance. it was a love built on a foundation of blissful ignorance.

you stilled, your hand pausing its gentle exploration of his face. "i do not need to see it," you said, your voice soft but firm, "to know it for what it is."

you shifted slightly, your face turning towards him, as if you could see him with your heart. "the world… it whispers to me, 'kuna. i feel its beauty, its pain, its joy, its sorrow. and i feel you. i feel the warmth of your heart, the strength of your spirit, even the darkness that you try so hard to hide. and i love all of it, 'kuna. all of it."

your words were a balm to his tormented soul, yet they also pierced him with the sharpest of pains. he didn't deserve this, this pure, unconditional love. he was a monster, and you were a gift he didn't deserve.

he remained silent, his hold on you tightening almost imperceptibly. he wanted to argue, to push you away, to protect you from the inevitable heartbreak that would come when you finally understood the true depth of his monstrous nature. but he couldn't. he was addicted to your love, to the warmth you brought to his cold, desolate existence.

he knew he was being selfish, clinging to you like a drowning man to a life raft, but he couldn't let you go. not yet. perhaps… perhaps he could keep you in the dark a little longer. perhaps he could bask in the light of your love just a little longer before the inevitable darkness consumed him, and you along with it.