hi there, nothing much, just coming on to think about..
coming home late into the afternoon— it’s borderline evening, the setting sun already shining the world in an overlay of a calming orangey-yellow — to kazuha who welcomes your return with a soft smile and arms open wide, just waiting for you to come in between them so they can wrap you in a hug.
you close the door behind you as you lug yourself towards him, slumping into his open arms as soon as you get close enough. kazuha remains silent. usually he’s all chipper with a poem riddled in infatuation and utter admiration already spewing from his mouth, acting like the opening line to your conversation.
neither of you say a word. kazuha’s hands pat you gently, one buried in your hair giving you small rubs to ease away any headaches that lingered from today, and the other on your back, occasionally moving around to massage your stress away. he always does this; it’s relaxing, and it works well to ease away your tension, your stress, and you finally let the tears flow through.
the poet’s clothes get stained with tears, but he doesn’t care.
you stay like that for a little while longer, kazuha holding you tight as you let the stress from the morning leave your body through tears.
once they’ve dried, kazuha wipes your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “want some tea?” he asks, intwining your hands together as he softly leads you to the kitchen, “i’ll steep your favourite. it won’t take long, don’t worry. i’m not leaving your side, dove.”
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god making netflix and amazon schedule the boyz and the bridgerton exactly on the day my period starts so i can fully experience the magic of fairytale romance with angst, heartbreak and horniness & the absolute chaos of super villians and psychotic madness of billy butcher in one single day
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wait yeah hold on how the hell did edwin open a door from hell to earth? like if powerful beings like the night nurse or certain demonic entities are necessary to open and close doors to other planes (especially hell where souls being trapped there is kind of the point) then what the fuck did edwin manage to pull off? did he somehow trick a demon or whatever into opening one? was one opened for one reason or another– maybe upon a demon’s return from retrieving a soul– and he timed it, booked it, and jumped in? there certainly isn’t just some constantly open ever-accessible door at the top of The Endless Staircase considering that would make hell kind of pointless. did edwin payne manage, somehow, over the span of 70 years, to figure out how to open a door from limbo/the staircase to earth by himself? am i just missing something here?
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Sandstorm dying solely to further alderheart’s pissbaby manpain made me so upset. alderheart in general just pisses me off… him and tree were both just so blatantly written to steal the arc from their she-cat counterparts lmfao (sparkpelt, sandstorm, needletail, violetshine). that’s it, that’s their purpose… similar to rootspring and nightheart. I just can’t enjoy characters whose purpose narratively is to shove the she-cats to the wayside… it happens so much in this series already
yeah 😔 it's the repetition of the archetype and the context around it that gets me- on his own, alderheart is just "guy i don't really care about", same with rootspring and tree, but the more i sit down and think "hm, why are the male characters in the series written this way and the female characters written this way? why are events ordered in a way that constantly shifts attention and sympathy back towards the male characters?" i start to get mad about lots of little tiny details, which in turn make egregious things like "arc 1 legacy character getting unceremoniously fridged by dying in a ditch somewhere for a pittance of character development her boring grandson while all of her male counterparts get comparatively way more respectful or impactful deaths" even worse somehow.
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joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends we're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits not just my misses I took the shot and didn't even come close at trust, and love, and hope and the poets are just kids who didn't make it and we never had it at all And the record won't stop skipping, and the lies just won't stop slipping, and besides my reputation's on the line We Can Fake It For The Airwaves, force our smiles, baby, half-dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me... please put the doctor on the phone cause I'm not making any sense blame everyone but me for this mess and my back has been breaking from this heavy heart we never seemed so far I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough but We Never Had It At All and the record won't stop skipping and the lies just won't stop slipping and BESIDES MY REPUTATION'S ON THE LINE.... WE CAN FAKE IT FOR THE AIRWAVES FORCE OUR SMILES, BABY, HALF-DEAD, FROM COMPARING MYSELF TO EVERYONE ELSE AROUND ME to Everyone else around me.... Everyone Else around Me.... everyone else around me
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Doodle Game: 4C
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Drew this in one layer (save for the circle for the head). 💪
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i don't know if i think it's really funny or kind of a shame that many people are going to know tadaima okaeri solely as "the omegaverse bl" when it's actually such a sweet slice-of-life about community, family, the struggles of the older generation to understand the younger and vice versa, recovering from social isolation and how recursive that recovery can be, forging lasting friendships as adults, and so on. it's so wholesome and drama-free that it barely has any plot to speak of, but what it lacks in plot it makes up for in themes and man. what beautiful themes
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