#he's a heart breaker

[spotted-owl-sketches]

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[transvampireboyfriend]

he’s sweet <3

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I was gonna say you're like a son to me.. but you're more than that."

"It ain't that complicated!"

How quickly that shoulder pat of comfort turned into a condescending one.

[beanghostprincess]

Sakura is such a refreshing character when it comes to Shonen protagonists. The one insecurity most main characters share is always feeling weak and like they cannot protect the ones around them. The typical Shonen MC goal is always to get stronger, whether it is because of a dream or the people they love. But Wind Breaker goes even further with this and instead of making Sakura's character arc only about becoming stronger, it acknowledges that becoming stronger also means trusting others and letting yourself be loved because you can't do everything on your own. His strength relies on the people he loves because they lift him up. It has been repeated over and over again by various characters, but it's Sakura the one making the effort to apologize and trying to trust them more and jump off the rope that kept him from walking a safer, more loving path with his friends.

I'm not saying this plot is entirely new because it's classical Shonen behavior (and I wouldn't have it any other way) but Sakura's insecurities come directly from a place of interiorized rejection and genuine hatred to himself, because of past experiences. Again, it's not new, but the way the manga narrates his character development just feels so human and like teenage growth that it's impossible for me not to adore it.

Shonens, in my opinion, usually lack that message that ties the characters to real life. You can relate all you want to these characters but at the end of the day, most of their stories are exaggerations of real insecurities and you can just relate to the mere translation/interpretation to real life. But Wind Breaker does it in a way that feels entirely human and realistic.

So, to summarize, I am a big fan because the manga about fist fighting and street gangs ends up having an unexpected "get loved idiot" message.

[jsdhwdmax56]

Please, how could I bear to reject you if you look like that 😭

[lumchan]

new christmas art from nii satoru

[riftiee]

burger

[writeshite]

More Bucky arm breaker, heart breaker, hole breaker? 🥺

We need to know what happens know that he's got the reader at his mercy

You look around the new home Bucky had gotten for the two of you. Well, it was less a home and more a cozy home in the countryside; there was a lake twenty minutes down the path, a large backyard big enough for that dog Bucky had promised you, and more than enough space for the two of you. Your hand wasn't quite as healed as you'd like but just about, but Bucky refused to let you raise a hand.

"Buck, isn't this a bit far from everywhere?" You ask him, covered in the blanket he'd draped over you.

"You know what the economy is like, doll," he replies, carrying another box to the porch, "besides, you know how crowded the city is."

The drive here had been long, and you'd slept through most of it, waking up briefly when the car had passed over a bump in the road. Town wasn't that far, an hour or so walk, you think, at least without snow, it was just you and Bucky out here. It should've been a dream, yet you felt your stomach twist into knots at the thought of the isolation. Maybe it was the way Bucky had almost insisted on a change of scenery. "Can't have us at odds before getting married, doll."

Not that you'd ever spoken about marriage.

Or maybe it was the way Natasha had hugged you tight, reminded you of the string of numbers she'd made you memorize before Bucky had found you. "Paper trails too risky." She'd been right; Bucky trifled through your notebooks out of mock curiosity every week; he'd do the same to your devices - borrowing them and returning them perfectly the same, though you didn't change or speak out loud with them nearby. But that was just how Bucky loved, right? He'd been trapped in HYRDA for years; you were the first sliver of normal he'd experienced in decades. He was just protective. Careful. Possessive. Overbearing. Obsessive. It's just how Bucky was.

[hpdabbles]

Draco Malfoy and The Book of Dreams

Draco Malfoy is beyond confused. He had spent nearly two decades searching for Helga Hufflepuff's hidden sanctuary.

Much like the Chamber of Secrets, it was believed to be a myth, but Draco had always thought it existed. Especially after Potter located the Chamber of Secrets, he realized the other three secret locations of the founders had to be out there.

Salazar Slyterins' Chamber of Secrets- contains a monster and Dark Arts.

Rowena Ravenclaw's Library of Myths- contains the grimoires of Old and Healing Arts.

Godric Gryffindor's Armory of Quests- Contains magical artifacts and Duelling Arts.

And finally, Helga Hufflepuff's Banquet Hall of Dreams- Contains the magic of fallen stars and Wish Magic.

Everyone always overlooked Helga's legend due to needing to understand the significance of her magic. Not Draco- he knew a spell that could grant wishes was powerful. Yes, they only worked once, but one chance was all needed.

The Wish Magic could unravel the very fabrics of the universe but only the parts the wisher had experienced personally. People often confused that with limitations- they wished for the dead to return only to get an Inferi. If they wanted to own the most gold in the world only to be cursed into turning everything they touch into gold.

No, what people needed was a wish that would place them in a position to change everything. If he got his hands on the magic of the Wishing Star, then Draco could undo everything the war had cost him.

He left home, scrambling around the world to find any record of Helga throughout history, including folk tales and rumors. His path was closely followed by British Aurors who thought he was up to something but he stayed three feet before them.

When he turned thirty-eight, he finally found a solid lead. Surprisingly it was in a small village in Wales. A young group of muggles sang the rhythm of Helga's wishing star while Draco had been passing the park and after a few questions, he learned it was a nursery rhythm passed down by locals.

He followed the origins of the nursery rhythm until he found a small ring of mushrooms glimmering in a deep forest. The Banquet Hall of Dreams was within the ring, Draco had found it.

Not a moment too late, as Potter had been dispatched to find Draco and bring him in for crimes he did not commit. Apparently, that same little village had been attacked by a magic user, slaughtering every resident in a crazed massacre.

The Ministry pointed fingers at Draco because he was a known Death Eater that had passed through that place a week prior.

The Wishing Star's magic had been placed in a book, bounded by Helga's magic, and all Draco had to do was open it and speak.

"I wish to travel back in time to the month before my first year, for my dream is to live a better life!"

The Wish Magic did not depend on the wording of the wisher. It formed from their dreams. And Draco dreamed of his first wand so often he could recite the day by heart.

The magic worked, and Draco was whisked away in a whirlwind of magic from the stars, landing in his eleven-year-old body with the Book of Dreams clutched in his little hand.

The book faded to dust as his wish was granted.

There were a lot of things he had planned on doing once he realized what had happened. He couldn't call himself a proper Slytherin if he didn't try to take advantage of the situation.

He had spent an entire month planning this. Locked away in his room, only leaving to eat, bathe, and relieve himself, he compiled piles and notes. He organized them by most likely to happen to least likely.

That ranged from anywhere to "Potter rejects his hand of friendship once more" to "Potter goes straight for the killing curse".

But none of these plans covered what was actually happening to him.

Draco had believed himself better than the previous wishers, and now he was paying for his hubris. Draco did dream of re-meeting Potter, had throughout his entire teenage career, more often than after the war, and those dreams lingered near his wish.

He had outgrown his feelings for the other boy, but he had more dreams centered around gaining Potter's affection than he had dreams about regaining his honor. Most of the time, as an adult, he only suffered nightmares.

They weren't desires. They weren't hope.

If you were to take every dream he's ever had, write it on parchment and then file it away with similar topics then you would have a very visble example of how much of his dreams were about Potter's affection.

Never mind, they were no longer applicable. The fact there were so many overall is what matters.

Logically he knows that those dreams outweighed the nonsense of his other dreams. Yet it was fair that the theme "Get Potter to realize I'm the prettiest boy alive" played through his subconscious mind it manifested this way.

"Wow," Ron Weasley gasps when Draco opens the door to their train compartment. "A boy Veela."

Good grief, the Wish Magic made him a veela and he didn't notice for a full month because he was busy trying to save his family. Now he understands why his parents worried about him walking out in public and why every student he passed by had stared at him with slack jaws.

He had been so used to being watched in the future he forgot it should have happened here.

Father's great-grandmother was a veela, and the man could still remember having to fight off seniors in his youth. Now he had to do it again but for his son. He was going white from stress as Draco boarded, and his mother was no better, placing multiple pieces of protective jewelry on him.

They had nearly homeschooled him because male veelas' allure was much more powerful than a female's. The males were rare, but rather than inspire lust- though many felt that way- Draco boosted inflation. People were literally falling in love with him while he walked by.

Like a stupid airborne love potion.

Potter looked at Draco and promptly declared himself in love with him. He fell to his knees before the blond boy, taking his hand and pressing a sloppy kiss to his knuckles as Weasley watched with wide eyes and a blushing face.

Draco's eye twitches.

He had outgrown Potter, and he would not chase after a forgotten crush. So despite the fact he promised himself he would be friends this time with the Golden Trio, he opened his mouth and said.

"Drop dead, Potter. I'm not interested in dating."

Now he had to live with this new first meeting. The Wishing Star only works once, after all.

But surely, the Chosen One would give up on him.

The thing is, Draco forgot just how determined Harry Potter could be. His new peaceful life may have just become difficult in a new way.

[bumblingbabooshka]

The real reason Tuvok made Sulu tea

[highflyerwings]

Ha Jungwoo being a white wine drinker and not liking spicy foods makes me think we might be fundamentally incompatible with each other. And that breaks my heart.

[goatpaste]

mmm thinking with my stupid brain about how i'd rewrite mountain tim so hard its making me ill

[theophagie]

One of the Rikus ever. What are those faces even

[amyyythestarry]

*Tsukasa is crying after a breakup*

Mitsuba: There there, Tsukasa-kun.

Tsukasa, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Mitsuba: Great question-

[transvampireboyfriend]

Guillermo spent his time with Nadja in the UK learning to be an unhinged babygirl and own up to it, you cannot change my mind. instead of the best friend arc we got a Nadja+Guillermo mentor arc we just didn't get to see it!!!!

[swingsetindecember]

every once in a while i remember the fever dream that was my childhood of watching breaker high on ytv