we were gods, we were kids
[ID: two digital drawings of Riku, Sora, and Kairi in their kingdom hearts 2 outfits. the background is shades of blue, lighter at the top. they appear as if floating in a body of water.
In the first image, Riku, on the left, stares down with a slightly worried expression, his visible hand on sora's shoulder, and the other on Kairi's. Kairi, on the right, leans into Sora's back, with either hand on his core. Sora, sandwiched between the two, has his hand on Riku's cheek, and the other on top of Kairi's on his stomach. he leans forward to kiss Riku's cheek.
The second image is a close-up. /End ID.]
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"This love will be the Death of me!"
fellas is it weird to have romantic feelings for your usurper that you're supposed to hate
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Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 712
Wanda: “Happy Valentine’s Day!” *hands Y/N and Agatha cards”
Y/N: “Aww thank you!! Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!”
Agatha: “Wanda…are these Bluey Valentines? Aren’t these meant for kids to pass around class?”
Wanda:…
Wanda: “…I needed a box big enough to give one to each Avenger - and look!! They come with holographic stickers!!”
Agatha: “Y/N nor I are impressed by your commercialized laziness to pedal to our affections, and with stickers? We won’t be so easily entertained - right Y/N?”
Y/N, sticking a giant Bluey sticker to their sweater: “Yeah!…what did I agree to?”
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logging out of here for a bit! I'm taking a step back to recharge and refocus on myself. thank you for all the love, especially this week, it means the world to me. 💗
take care and don't forget to be kind to yourselves. until next time ✌️
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“Tigra,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #2.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Alessandro Cappuccio; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit
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they get along like a forest on fire
(aka gay people can never flirt normally it’s always “do you wanna come kill this plumber with me and then burn down a historic forest?”)
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The official day of Love in Kazakhstan is not on February 14th. February 14th is the Saint Valentine's day, and while being celebrated internationally has Western roots which for our government was enough to denounce it a few years back.
What's the official Love day in Kazakhstan then?
It's 15th of April and is dedicated to the story of Qozy-Körpeş and Baian Sūlu.
Will tell you their story then.
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dude i love love
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You know, I enjoy the romantic aspect of Valentine's, but as a demi, I also find it really nice that where I come from, Valentine's Day is called as, literally translated "Friend's Day". So, it's not a celebration of purely romantic relationships, it's also a celebration of all kind of relationships in your life. Meaning that I never felt pressured to find a "Valentine" per se. I could just give cards to my friends and wish them a happy Valentines, without it having to mean anything else.
So, while I'm, personally, focusing on the romantic aspect in my fanfics around this time, I'm also happy to see the ace spectrum side of the community thriving. Remember that appreciating your platonic relationships is any less worthy~
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my friends made me a vday basket and bracelet🥺
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✨️😘🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪😘✨️
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Short little thing I typed up
“What is this?”
Yan turned over the small, see-through bag in his hands, brow furrowed as he looked at the contents.
“It’s a gift,” Houji said. “For Valentine’s Day.”
Yan looked up at him. “Isn’t that a western thing?”
“We have in Japan too.”
“Hm.” He opened the bag and pulled out a piece of chocolate. He glanced back over at Houji, eyes narrowed. “I can’t eat this.”
“It’s traditional.” Houji smiled. Yan muttered something under his breath, then sighed and put the chocolate back.
“Thank you,” he said begrudgingly.
“You have to pay me back next month.”
“Or I could kill you right here and now,” he said. Houji chuckled.
“Oh, could you?”
In response, he brought a hand up to Houji’s head and ruffled his hair. Houji narrowed his eyes.
“You are terrible,” he said, running his fingers through his hair, trying to brush the loose strands back into place.
“I’d have to be” — Yan smiled — “to put up with you.”
Houji paused for a moment. Finally, he pressed a kiss to Yan’s cheek.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. Yan turned away and closed his eyes.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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