#im talking about a specific person who annoyed me

[supercalime]

I can’t believe I found people who think about this the exact same way as I do. I don’t get these hardcore buddie stans who suddenly try to make it look like buckTommy shipper are the toxic ones. I haven’t seen a single BuckTommy shipper who was rude without a reason (maybe a bit defensive about their CANON ship). Whereas I’ve seen plenty of incredibly toxic buddie stans who insult everyone who doesn’t ship their ship or share their opinions.

Another thing and don’t get me wrong Im not defending anyone. But I’ve seen many people heavily bullying the marisol actress because she’s apparently homophobic (not saying she isn’t or is) and wanting her to be gone beacause of this reason but totally ignore the alleged racism of ryan (again not saying he is racist or not, i dont know them personally) just because he is part of their beloved ship. By their logic Ryan should leave the show too.

Hey anon, it took me some time to answer your ask (chaotic life stuff lol) but I’m glad to finally have time to talk about this first part with you.

I’ll preface by saying I won’t get involved in actor drama, no matter how true or toxic it is because I don’t have enough information nor am I qualified to talk about the issues they mishandled. I’ll just say that, no matter who does bad things, they should be held accountable.

Okay, back to the main point: yes, it’s very strange how b*ddie st*ns are behaving towards the canon bi!buck thing. Both with people who ship bucktommy but also with the creators and actors on the show. Regardless if they are right or not about b*ddie being canon, this is not how you act with entertainment, specially with the people giving the content.

I hate to bash but it looks and sounds a lot like a toddler throwing a tantrum because they didn’t get a specific toy.

And toddlers only throw tantrums because they are brand new humans who are learning how to behave. They don’t know any better so they react with outbursts and repeated demands because it’s the only way they know to get the attention of the person taking care of them.

If I’m not mistaken, the main audience for the show is 18-45. NO ONE here should be yelling in comment sections “we want buddie! we want buddie! we want buddie!” as if they would immediately get it. It’s not how it works and it’s frankly embarrassing to see a bunch of adults acting like that for everyone to see.

And I can’t stress it enough, I’m not putting myself on a high ground here and saying I’m a better person by shipping bucktommy, as I’m sure there might be a percentage of fans out there being rude and annoying as well. But at least I’m keeping my conscience clear by not acting like me shipping two characters is something big enough in my life to ruin my enjoyment of a whole show in case my favorite ship doesn’t become canon.

I hate how fandoms behave as if they can have control over the content they are consuming. We aren’t entitled to anything and if there is supposed to be ANY discourse about which character was supposed to end with, that should happen AFTER the show ended! The story isn’t over yet! So why are b*ddie st*ns so stressed? If a show is making you this angry and demanding, please step aside a little, give it some distance because that’s not how consuming content is supposed to make you feel.

And I say that last part with sincerity because I too got way too involved with fandom discourse in the past, to the point that I had to distance myself from certain shows because being that involved made me upset.

Im just tired at this point you know. Im trying to protect myself as much as possible. Im not in the bird app, I don’t follow the show or the actors on social media, im avoiding interviews like the plague. All I want from this experience is to watch the show, gather my thoughts, form my opinions, log onto tumblr and reblog the cute stuff I see about my favorite ship without having to worry about whatever the hell is going on outside my pretty little bubble

[capnhanbers]

.....ok. being 100% genuine here. if i responded to an aggravating comment with aggravation would that be awkward. would ppl be like 👀jeez mod damb thought u were cool..!

im so nonconfrontational my method of handling testy stuff online has always been just not engaging but man I'm!!!! i stew. sometimes.

[cheese-greater-official]

Me fighting the urge to gatekeep spiderman when spiderman is literally the most famous superhero and the most well liked and I'm not special for liking spiderman everyone does thats kind of his whole thing everyone goes to see spiderman movies even the people I hate I have no right to be angry about that and-

[memeghancr]

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[bmpmp3]

I never was the biggest fan of how the default renpy mechanics combine the text log with the rewind function (i find it feels like.. slippery? floaty, even? its better than no log at all tho fkjdsajd) but once i played a game jam game where you could roll back and change your choices until the end where it removed that ability in order to fuck with you a little and that was genuinely one of my favourite video-game-doing-spooky-meta-stuff situations in the world like it blew my MIND so maybe the floaty textbox was worth it for that

[bbeelzemon]

mm the only downside to having a name like rosie is that people who dont know you always default to she/her fhgshsdh

[aahsoka]

i was arguing w my dad about stuff over the phone. you know what. and my roommate and her bf walk in and im just yelling to the air.

[isa-ghost]

:u

[simptasia]

im reminded of my cousin being like “why do you keep going on about ur tourette’s?” when i literally just ticced in front of her and was giving an explanation, a brief one mind you!, of what was happening

[cutebi-moved]

i dont know if this is just my problem with the netflix dub but im watching lwa and its really hard to watch sometimes because i just find akko so unlikable and loud

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

Hello, love! How r u?

First of all, I just want to say sorry for being my third request 🤣🤣 I'M SOOOORRY! I dont wanna bore you, but you are so attentive and dearest with me... and i cant resist, because your writing is inspiring! 😍🥰

Okay, it's like i'm "flattering", but its true! 🤣

Alright, lets go! 😅

I don't know, maybe you had already written something like that... if you have it, sent to me, please!

Could you write a jealousy Bucky, like... reader is the only person who he had ever talked, specially about the nightmares being the winter soldier, and, i don't know... maybe an ex-boyfriend being back, or another avenger flirt with the reader, what was just a kidding and Bucky taking to serious... some situation that make him being jealousy? He decides to talk about that when they're training (he helps her with self defense), and the fight takes such a serious turn that they offend each other.

They past a few days without talking each other and Bucky starts to get a little bit closer with another girl, maybe Natasha or Sharon, what makes this time, reader get jealousy.

In the end, the Avengers are in a mission to save a city being attacked by aliens. (The next idea was inspired by TikTok 😅) When all its over, Bucky appears looking for "her", asking if "she" is okay and the girl who approached him appears, saying she's fine and hug him... when actually, he's looking for the reader.

The reader is the last one to appears, asking if everyone is okay and Bucky goes and hugs her and happy end (?) 🤣🤣

Sometimes i feel like im being annoying for making long requests... and so specific lol sorry, but its just an idea that appears in my mind. I'll control myself, I promise! 🤣🤣

Thank u for reading, darling! U r awesome 🥰 Luv u ❤😘 have an amazing day!

Double-Sided

A/N: Hey, love! First off, feel free to send in as many requests as you’d like... I don’t mind at all! I love each and every one!! Thank you so much for sending this one in. It truly was a pleasure to write. Also, YOU are awesome and I hope you’re having the best day. Love you too! :)

I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated! 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, weapons, violence, cursing

His fists have been clenched. All. Damn. Week. Ready to strike Loki in the face at any possible moment. Every time he’s gone out of his way to see you, there was Loki, unabashedly flirting with you with a smug grin plastered on his face. And today is no different. 

You watch as Bucky strolls into the gym and aggressively throws his bag against the wall. He dares a glance at you and all you see is anger. 

Did you do something wrong?

“Barnes looks a little troubled today, don’t you think, darling?” 

Loki’s close. Pressed into your side, to be exact. His tall frame bent over as he speaks into your ear. 

You notice Bucky’s glance peeking over at the God standing next to you and for a second, you wonder if his anger is directed towards him. 

“Let’s just warm up.” 

A distraction is what you need. Anything to keep your mind off the fuming super soldier across the room. Unfortunately for you, luck isn’t on your side today. 

“Y/N, you’re with Buck.” Steve’s words are clipped and you know it would be pointless to argue. 

Sighing, you slide under the guardrail and come face to face with the brooding man himself. 

“Buck.” 

“Y/N.” 

His jaw is tight, clenched shut in fury. You rack your brain to file through anything you’ve could’ve done these past few weeks to make him this way. Bucky’s your best friend and it hurts to think he’d dismiss you like this, without even talking to you. Besides Steve, you’re the only one he’s let in, willingly coming to you about his nightmares. And you’re always there to pick up the pieces for him. With willing arms. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Bucky’s hand pummeling towards you, aiming for your face. You dodge it quickly, bending down to slide out from under his arm. 

“What’s wrong?” you whisper, not wanting to capture the attention of the others. 

Bucky grunts, swiping his leg out to intercept yours. “What makes you think something is wrong?”

Jumping to the side, you land on your back and immediately rise onto your feet. “I know you, Buck. Plus, anyone in a foot radius can sense the anger coming off you. It’s kind of distracting.” 

Grabbing your waist, he pulls your arms behind your back, his mouth resting near your ear. “Sorry to be such an inconvenience, doll.” 

Twisting out of his hold, you move to stand across from him. “That’s not what I meant-” 

“Are you fucking him?” 

What in the fuck?

Your arm shoots out on its own accord, your fist heading straight for his face. He grabs your hand right before it connects with bone. “You haven’t even given me the time of day,” he seethes out. 

Really? He’s angry at you right now? After that comment?

“You haven’t really given me the chance to,” you counter. 

He twists your arm, sending you tumbling to the floor. In an instant, his body is on top of yours, holding you down with his weight. “How can I? Every time I walk up to your door, all I hear is him.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you struggle to push him off you. “He’s just being friendly.”

With one hand, he pushes your arms over your head and onto the floor. “And you’re just pathetically naive.” 

Scoffing, you plant your feet onto his chest, forcing him off you. Standing, you give him one last glance. “And you’re just a fucking jerk.” 

You walk off before he can respond, leaving him cursing to himself as he watches your retreating form. 

---

Exactly one week later and still no word from Bucky. To be fair, you haven’t spoken to him either, still reeling from what he said to you during training. 

Pathetically naive. What an ass. 

Turning your head, the irony hits you full force. To the right of you sits Bucky and Sharon, heads down as they speak quietly. 

And, here’s the other thing. Since your fight, Bucky has been spending a large amount of time with Ms. Carter over there. At least three hours a day, not that you’ve taken notice or anything. It’s not like you’re jealous. 

“My apologies for causing a rift between you and Bucky, darling.” 

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as you look over at Loki. “Don’t apologize for Bucky’s stupidity. Us not talking has nothing to do with you.” 

“If you insist.” 

Sighing, you look back over to Bucky, who’s already staring at you. You lock eyes, your breath ripped out of your chest as a small grin appears on his face. 

Asshole.

“What was that, darling?” 

Realizing you spoke out loud, you smile fakely at Loki before standing up to grab your gear. “Nothing to worry about.” 

---

Groaning, you pull yourself back up after falling down onto the cement yet again. You have the cuts to prove it, skin bloody and burning. 

All you have to do is wait for Clint to destroy the reactor. Then, these stubborn aliens will vanish in thin air. Except, he left half an hour ago and you’re getting tired. 

“What the hell is the hold up?” you grunt into your comms, striking an alien in the chest with your spear. 

“Sorry, Y/N, I got caught up. Almost there now.” 

You want to punch Clint repeatedly and you decide right then and there that the next time you see him, you will. 

At least sixty aliens have already come and gone, and your body is tired. Screaming out for you to just stop and rest. 

“Just hurry the fuck up.” You’re not in the mood for manners. 

“Want me to come help?” Loki asks. You appreciate the thought. Truly, you do. But, by the time he gets over to your location, you will have killed another sixty aliens, so you see no point. 

“I’m okay, I just wish Clint wouldn’t take his sweet fucking-” 

One of the aliens rushes into your side, knocking you to the ground hard. The breath is swept out of your chest and you struggle for air. 

You throw your arms up, dodging all punches that are coming your way. 

“Y/N?” Clint asks, concerned as to why you didn’t finish your sentence. 

After a few seconds of silence, Bucky’s voice yells through the comms. “What’s Y/N’s location? Y/N? Goddamnit, you better be okay!” 

Rolling out from under the aliens, you struggle to jump back onto your feet before a knife appears out of nowhere, slicing into your side. 

Fuck.

You go down once again, landing straight on your back, your head slamming into the cement ground. Blood trickles down your face and you know your head is cut open. 

You look down to see your side bleeding out. Double fuck. 

Feeling your head start to get heavy, you take a deep breath and focus on keeping your eyes open. 

C’mon, Clint. You’ve gotta almost be there by now. 

Another minute goes by and you’re barely able to dodge the oncoming attacks from the aliens. 

This is it. This is how you’ll die. 

Another slice into your side and you gasp, the pain slicing through you. 

“Y/N?!” 

You want to answer Bucky. You do, but you can’t find the strength to open-

“Got it.” 

Clint’s voice flows through your ears as the aliens in front of you vanish in thin air. Tears start to roll down your cheeks and you laugh, unable to wrap your head around the fact that you almost just died. 

Instead of thinking about it, you muster all the strength you can to get up. 

Time to go find the others.

---

“Where are they?” 

Bucky’s eyes are wildly searching for you, panic rising up in his chest when he doesn’t see you. “Where the fuck are they?!” 

Sharon appears out of nowhere, stepping in front of Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck? I’m right here. I’m okay.” She reaches a hand out to rest on his shoulder, checking him over for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

Scoffing, Bucky pushes Sharon to the side, continuing to look around. “Somebody please tell me they’ve seen Y/N!” 

He’s almost in the midst of a panic attack now, everyone else on the team staring back at him. The only one he doesn’t see is you. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He won’t allow it-

“Is everyone okay?” 

The sound of your voice has him whipping around, eyes wide as he takes in your form. You’re slumped over, holding your side as blood seeps through your fingers. You have blood caked on your face, reaching down towards your eyes. 

He runs to you, grasping your cheeks with his hands and planting his lips firmly against yours. 

In shock, your mind takes a second to grasp what’s happening before your lips start to move in sync with his, your arms wrapping around his neck. 

When the two of you pull apart, you’re both breathing heavily. 

“What was that for?” You pant out. 

Bucky swoops in for another kiss and damnit, if it isn’t everything you’ve ever dreamed of. 

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispers against your mouth. 

You have so much to say, so many confessions to make, but the only thing that manages to slip past your lips is a small “okay”. 

“Good.” Bucky smiles after that, gently kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get you to a medic, doll.” 

You let Bucky guide you towards the quinjet like a lovesick puppy. You know you’ll talk about the kiss later, more than likely in the setting of his bed as you’re cuddling. But for now, you focus on getting patched up. 

As you walk, you pass Loki. He’s staring at the two of you intensely, his lips slightly lifted in the smallest of grins. When he notices you looking back at him, he nods his head, his grin turning into a full-blown smirk. 

That motherfucker. 

Suddenly, everything makes sense. Bucky wasn’t mad at you, he was jealous. Of Loki. And Loki knew the whole time. It was all a part of his mischievous plan, to get the two of you together. 

You chuckle to yourself. “The ultimate trickster.” 

Bucky looks behind at you, a confused look on his face. “What was that?” 

You shake your head and smile. “Nothing. Just happy to be with you.” 

He flashes you a toothy grin before turning back around and you're left with your thoughts, thinking of how to repay Loki. 

And as Bucky pulls you into the quinjet, the only thing on your mind is where you can purchase a gold and green, antique dagger.

[omiscurls]

I don't know if requests are open or not cuz I am new to this.... If they are closed please ignore this if not consider lending some of yyour creative juice to this idea

Itto, zhongli, childe and diluc (any of them or other characters of your choice) hurts there s/o physically unintentionally and now they are afraid to be near them. (please forgive me for my poor English as its not my first language) also I recently found your page and you are like really really cool! Like I have cried while reading so many of your works

fragile

hi! i closed requests, since my final year started and i have loads of exams to prepare to, and lots of assignments, but I figured i might make exceptions for some asks because i have some time on my hands for the next few days, so here it goes!

plot: character unintentionally hurts the reader

characters: childe, diluc (sorry i have no idea how to write itto yet)

warnings: curses, unintentional harm caused, absolutely NO toxic actions so don’t worry, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

the sayings that childe uses at the end of his part are both Slavic, although one is Russian and the other is polish. I won’t brag with my rusty Russian (havent studied it since middle school), but it translates precisely to “we’re gonna live, we’re not gonna die” and the polish one is „do wesela się zagoi” and it’s also precisely “it’s gonna get fine [implied: the wound is gonna heal] before the wedding”

diluc

when one is put out of the line of duty abruptly, like diluc when he left the knights, and doesn’t train on a daily basis, even if he does engage in fights, one can easily forget the kind of strength he holds.

even if he was called the youngest, most talented calvary captain the order had, even if mondstadt whispers the name of the darknight hero with admiration, he still forgets that that person they talk about and him, diluc of the mondstadt winery, are one and the same, and therefore their strength is one and the same.

“god, i can’t believe we’re still going over this. you wanted me here by 7 and unscratched, i came home three hours later and, well, not unscratched. i said i was sorry. i said i was going to be more mindful of how i handle myself. can we please, please end the topic here?” he pleaded, voice coated with a layer of sarcasm that he only uses when tired and annoyed. you, knowing he’s tired and annoyed, grew even more irritated with how little thought he put in the situation the two of you are currently in. 

“no, we can’t, because clearly you’re still not getting my point!” you raise your voice a little in frustration. it’s like he suddenly turned into a child who’s incapable of understanding why his parents are grounding him, and mistaking you for the bad guy here, even though you were just quite simply worried.

“fine then, what’s your point, enlighten me” he scoffed, making your heart ache slightly. he must’ve had a nasty day, you were sure of that, but you weren’t going to let him get all that out on you.

“my point is i was worried! you’re out late at night, every night, almost, and return all bloody and aching and unwilling to talk with me, tell me, how am i supposed to just go along with that? how do you expect me to not be worried?”

“oh for fucks sake, you treat me like im five or something” diluc groaned, eyes set on the ceiling, but upon being met with complete silence, he looked at you.

you were standing there, in the middle of his, or more specifically, your shared bedroom, arms crossed at chest level, your gaze seemingly set on him, but practically piercing through his figure and looking into complete nothingness while tears gathered and threatened to spill at the brim of your eyes.

fuck, he thought, he made you cry. for a brief second he wondered if it were his actions or his words that hurt you more, but quickly decided that the whole situation was just handled really shitty.

what was he supposed to say to you, that he wouldn’t do it again? he knew damn well it would be a lie. he could come clean about his little nightly ventures, but some part of him, some deeply set teenager-self that never grew up and lived in the dark corners of his heart begged him not to, screamed at him for even considering it an option.

right as he was about to apologize, you spoke.

a quiet “fine” was the only word that broke the silence before you proceeded to walk out the room.

in order to do that, you’d need to walk past him and through the door, and while you were heading there, his mind raced in a lot of different directions, but most importantly, toward the fact that he desperately didn’t want you to leave without him apologizing first.

and so he grabbed your wrist. you just realized how fast you were walking, by how strongly he pulled you back with just his grip. you sighed.

it’s not like you were walking out on him, or like you were mad, you just wanted to clear your head for a little, so you wouldn’t say something you’d regret later.

“either you talk to me, or im going for a walk” you stated, but he stayed silent. he battled himself, wanting to speak up, but didn’t have a version of events to tell you ready just yet.

you sighed yet again, attempting to rip your hand out of his embrace, but failing, being met with his grip on you tightening to an uncomfortable level.

“diluc-“

“i’m going to explain”

“fuck, diluc, you’re hurting me” you scolded, still trying to get your arm away. he looked at your expression, your lips pressed tightly in slight pain, and he let go immediately, taking a step back.

“i’m sorry” he tried explaining as soon as he could “i’m very, very sorry” his voice turned desperate really fast, and you looked up at him in surprise. sure, you did tell him his grip hurt, but it wasn’t as severe as he was clearly imagining it to be, and you quickly realized you may have just triggered some subconscious fear of his. “I didn’t mean to do that, i just- well, i-“ he stumbled over his words, growing mad at himself for not being able to form a sentence.

“it’s fine, calm down first” you said rather bluntly, still massaging your wrist a little, which didn’t go unnoticed, and still wearing an annoyed look on your face, but having clear intentions. “it’s not a big deal.”

“no, no, it is, but i just… i didn’t want you to go because i really suck at apologizing later, and it never turns out the way i want it to, and i hate leaving things open like this, and i-“ he ran out of breath “i do want to explain tonight to you, but i don’t know if i can, and i need time to think, and-“

“hey” you approached him slowly, switching your irritated grimace with a slight smile. “I’m not nearly as hurt or as mad as you think i am. you’re just quite strong and i wanted you to know your grip kinda hurt. and im not angry overall, im worried, as i said earlier.”

diluc looked down at his hands guiltily, and after a while, grabbed your wrist ever so slightly and softly to see if there wasn’t any mark left, and to his surprise, and more importantly, relief, there wasnt. he laced his fingers with yours carefully before looking up at you and taking a breath.

“forgive me” he pleaded “I have lost my cool, but it won’t happen again”

you nodded, assuring him you knew he meant no harm. just as you were about to remind him the reason for your fight again, he began speaking.

“come sit with me. there’s a huge story i need to tell you.”

the little teenager in him was still screaming, but hopefully you could ease his anger just as you eased the adult diluc’s pain every single day. at least so he hoped.

childe

ever since tartaglia and you became more serious, he had been skillfully separating his work life from his private matters completely. 

if you hadn’t known him before, you probably wouldn’t have even guessed he was part of the fatui, let alone a high-ranked diplomat. 

you grew annoyed at his antics, but never uttered a word, because you understood the reasoning behind it, he just didn’t want to put you in harms way, it was actually kinda sweet. 

nevertheless, you were glowing with pride when he had to return to the site of his subordinates’ training, and decided to take you along

“see guys, this is precisely what i was telling you about earlier.” he said, halting the sparring exercise the young fatui agents were in the middle of, walking up to a practicing pair, wanting to show something on their example. “if you look too much on what you’re doing, on your hands, your feetwork, whatever, you’re eventually gonna get caught up in checking your form and miss the opponent making a move on you. and while form is important, it really is, it’s nearly as important, as, well, keeping all your teeth, or your life, for that matter.” he said half-jokingly, patting the shoulder of the boy he was standing in front of, now explaining something to him only. 

he looked endearing while he was teaching, you thought. being young himself, he was still playful, and at times immature, when he was with you, but now he had sort of a mentour mask on him. it got to you that you may have even disregarded his experience - he was so positive and enthusiastic all the time that it was easy to forget that he was like a deadly machine when needed to, and that a lot of unpleasant experiences leaded to him being that way. 

you shook the uncomfortable thought, saving it for later, now focusing only on taking in the sight of your boyfriend being all in his zone. 

“come on guys, i’ll walk you through this step by step, i just need a volunteer to work with me. i don’t bite, promise” he laughed, but the audience stayed in place. not like they didn’t like him or anything, but you noticed they were really scared of sparring him. who wouldn’t though, humans have survival instincts after all. 

“aight” you said, jumping off your spot “i’ll spar with you” 

tartaglia looked over at you in an instant, eyes growing a bit worried. 

“you sure?” he asked nonchalantly, but you sensed the displeased undertone in his voice. 

“positive” you responded “if i do it, it’ll show everybody it’s not as scary as it seems, considering i have little to no training compared to you all” you looked at the students with a bright smile. they watched your every moved as you got ready and set to fight, and you couldn’t quite tell if it was admiration they were looking with, or just pure shock. 

“do try to keep up” tartaglia teased, getting into position. 

you parred all of his attacks for the most part, not attacking, because you knew it’d end badly, but you stood your ground quite well. you could even sense childe being sort of impressed. he was talking a lot, considering it was all a scene to teach something to the young agents, and you couldn’t focus on your movements. you could tell he was cutting you a lot of slack, his punches stopped milimeters away from your skin, to then barely even touch you, and you grew irritated of that. as stupid as it was, you felt insulted. 

so just as you figured he was about to finish, you kicked him by surprise with all you had in you, completely throwing him off track, causing him to instinctively pin you down, as he would normally to ensure his safety. he jokingly counted to three, like they do in sparring matches, and lent you a hand to raise you back up before continuing with his speech. you walked over to the place you were sitting previously, a sharp paing in your back forcing you to lean forward and limp a little.

the training lasted another hour or two, you couldn’t tell because of how focused you were on the pain in your back. the students left the site in quite a hurry, partly because it was finally dinner time, and physical training does make one hungry, and tartaglia walked back to you. 

“man, these guys have so much left to learn, i mean, compared to my group when i was still in training, or even compared to my squad, they kinda suck” he laughed “but i guess i’ll make it work, i’ve seen worse groups going into the line of duty before” 

he was talking while packing his bag, not glancing at you until he was ready. 

“shall we?” he offered you a  hand “sorry this interrupted our day together, but, tell you what, how about i say dinner’s on me and we can go eat it at that one terrace over the harbor, where you like? the sun’s beginning to set, it’ll look quite lovely there? and then we can do anything you want after we get home” 

he smiled so warmly you felt it deep in your heart, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“well, get up, or we’ll miss the moment” he urged you, and you did try to jump off your spot, but fell forward, taken by surprise by yet another shot of pain, a string of curse words leaving your mouth.” what’s the matter?” he immediately asked. “are you hurt?”

“no, i’m not, i’m fine, it’s just-”

“you don’t look fine to me” he interrupted quickly, his hand moving from your embrace to the place of your injury, pressing down on it ever so slightly to see your reaction. you hissed in pain. “you’re far from fine! why didn’t you tell me earlier something was wrong?” 

“well i didn’t want to seem weak in front of all these people, and well... you” you sighed, feeling even more pathetic as he raised an eyebrow at you, like you were a little kid and he was about to give you a lecture. you decided then and there you much preferred the immature childe from the mentour-like childe. “it’s just, you were already treating me like i was made out of glass there, so i wanted you to actually consider me an even partner, it would be so dumb to prove you right now by being hurt!” 

he almost scoffed. 

“prove me right? you’re not proving me anything right now! the only thing you’re proving is that what you did was hella dumb, i’ll give you that!” he began lecturing, but then stopped himself. he moved his hands to cup your face, the look he gave you softening slowly, from “you’re grounded” level to “you’re so lucky i love you” level. 

“listen. the only reason for why i was, to quote, treating you like you were made out of glass, is that, a, there’s no need to beat the shit out of each other in class, and b, to me, you are, in fact, made out of glass whether you like it or not! and it’s not about me considering you weak or strong, because you are strong, and i do see that, but because i love you, more than anything in the world, life itself, even, and i’d hate myself if anything happened to you because of me. which is kinda what i’m feeling now” he gazed away from you, biting the inside of his cheek, clearly searching for the right words to say precisely what he was thinking. 

“but i wanted you to treat me like you’d treat anyone else, i wanted to get hurt” 

“well then that’s just plain dumb” he blurted out instantly. “i mean- doesn’t matter what you wanted, there was no need for me to act on instinct like that. i could’ve easily just blocked your kick if i had thought a little more, but i didn’t. that’s on me, and i’m sorry.” he looked back at you, with guilt practically eating him alive. he sighed. “i’m really sorry. tell me, where does it hurt exactly, here?” he pressed his fingers against the lower part of your back again, and you winced, but shook your head. 

“a little lower” 

“here?” he said after shifting the possition of his fingers, earning a frantic nod from you. “may i?” he asked, lifting the material of your shirt a bit, and after you nodded again, looked over you to examine the kind of bruise that was definitely forming. 

“well, you’re just bruised, badly, but still, looks like nothing’s broken or anything like that. i have an ointment at home that’ll make this go away in no time.” 

he looked back at you, visibly a little more relieved, smiling softly. 

“i’m really sorry i hurt you” he said quietly, suddenly seeming so small. 

“it’s nothing, really, i did kinda brought this on myself” you giggled, but obviously he didn’t find it funny.

“i’ll make it up to you, i promise, and it won’t ever happen again” he was so caught up in his own guilt-tripping thinking process that he probably didn’t even register you were finding this situation okay. 

you leaned forward to press a kiss on his cheek, and rested your head on his shoulder. 

“i know you’d never even lay a finger on me on purpose. i’m aware. accidents happen, and it’s completely fine, i’m gonna live.” 

he let out another sigh, before nodding in agreement and lifting your chin so you’d look him in the eye again. 

“i truly wouldn’t.” he whispered with such desperation, like he was begging you to understand, even though you already did. 

“alright” he murmured after some time “we should get going” 

and with that, he lifted you up and proceeded to walk down to the harbour, carrying you in his arms. 

“i can stand on my own, you know” you whined “and besides, you’re pressing the bruise” 

he chuckled, whispering something to himself, in a language you didn’t quite understand. 

“what does that even mean?” you giggled, getting comfortable in his embrace. 

“it’s a saying from my homeland, and to translate precisely, it means we’re gonna live, we won’t die. it’s a way of saying that everything is going to be okay. we do also say something like - it’s gonna get better before the wedding.”

“what wedding?”

“oh, it’s just a saying”

“but whose wedding, mine?” 

“oh for heavens sake, do you know the saying curiousity killed the cat?” 

you laughed.

“i do”

“then zip it.”

[lokisprettygirl]

hii lol forgive me if this is too oddly specific orwhat hehe 😅 but can i request a loki x reader one where reader is really insecure w her flat-chests or small boobs along with her chubby stomach/tummy? so like she feels her body type is just really unattractive?

..im sorry for making this request a reader-insert hehe ignore this if u dont want to do it thank u sm! it's so annoying how almost on any form of media--movies/tv shows/music videos/porn/etc--big boobs are almost always the ones being represented like- 😭😭 ok imsorry for the mini-rant :<<

Hey don't be sorry my dear, and I understand the frustration, and it's a sad reality. But loki isn't someone who'd be into someone just for their body or figure, he'd value a person based on their personality and their kindness.

Warning : 18+

Loki x Reader with Small boobies

As a girl, when puberty hit you and you didn't find yourself staring at big boobies in front of the mirror, you felt insecure, while your other girlfriends upped on bra sizes and started wearing cute fitting tops to show their curves you just felt embarrassed of your breasts. You even went to the doctors to see if something was wrong, maybe a hormonal issue that stopped your breasts from developing but nothing was wrong. 

Now in your early 20s you were still flat chested, you hated using that term but that's how you felt when you looked at your bare breasts. Your personal life was a mess since that one guy who you dated in college, you always used bra pads whenever you wore tight dresses or tops, when your ex noticed that the first time you tried to have sex with him he humiliated you and left. You haven't dated anyone since then. Not only did you have non-existing breasts but you also had belly fat, both things together just made you feel awful about your figure. 

The only good thing in your life was that you were smart and you ended up working for Stark Industries. That's where you saw him the first time, Loki. The god of mischief, he had a tall curvy blonde woman wrapped around his arms as they conversed with other folks at the party. When he caught you staring he winked at you, and you felt yourself getting warm, he was too attractive for his own good, why did he even look at you? 

You had developed a crush on him instantly, it's not everyday that you get to be in the presence of a literal god. When you got promotion, and got closer to Tony in a professional manner, he invited you to his birthday party, while everyone was dressed up in stylish clothes, you just put a baggy shirt on and a pair of jeans. There you saw him again, he had a different woman around him this time, every time you saw him after that he'd have someone new accompanying him. He'd always look at you, give you a nod , say hello from a distance or just wink at you, he even tried to talk to you once but you left the party.

The last thing you needed in life was for a god to make fun of your physique, you had a huge crush on him and you didn't want yourself to get hurt by getting involved with him. He didn't seem the type who'd be interested in someone like you. When you met him again, he smiled at you and you saw him approaching you so you turned around in an attempt to hide somewhere but you bumped straight into him.

"How..did ..you were" you looked at him confused, and he was just smirking at you. He was so tall and prettier up close. Damn!!!

"I can teleport" sexy voice, great, does he have flaws? 

"Of course" you clutched onto the glass you were holding so tightly, he smelled so good and he made you extremely nervous.

"As adorable as I find you when you're running away from me, can we talk ?" He asked you so you looked at him. Adorable? You? Yeah right 

It was the first time you had a proper conversation with him, he asked for your number and then there was no stopping him after that. When he asked you out on a date, you felt too nervous, you didn't dress up, you just put on a lose shirt and he still looked at you as if you were the prettiest thing to exist. When he kissed you for the first time, he tried to roam his hand around your body but you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hips instead.

He never crossed a line or asked you to go further than you wanted to, it was getting hard for you to keep your hands off him, his thoughts infiltrated your head every second. You wanted to have sex with him but you knew as soon as he'll see you naked he will leave and the thought bothered you deeply, you were not ready for his rejection.

"Mmm fuck.. I have been thinking about you all day" he mumbled as you kissed him, he had you lying under him on the couch as you both made out. 

"Whyy?" You mumbled between the kisses and he looked right into your eyes

"Because you drive me insane love" he sneaked his hands inside your shirt but you grabbed it instantly.

"I want you to fuck me so bad" his eyes widened as you whispered that in his ears.

"Yeah??" He smirked and kissed you again

"Mmm pleasee" you mumbled and he sat up to take his shirt off, his perfect physique just made you feel awful, your eyes teared up and he noticed it instantly. So he pulled you into his arms as you cried. You couldn't hold it anymore, the Insecurities, the fear of rejection,it made you bawl your eyes out.

"Ssshhh you know I'll wait for you when you're ready right darling? We don't have to do it if you don't want to" he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs as he spoke softly.

"It's not that..it's.. can I keep the shirt on while we do it?" You looked at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"Why would you say that sweetheart? What's wrong?" You heard the concern laced in his voice and it made you sniffle

"I just.. I don't think you'd want me when you see me naked" his heart clenched and he kissed you softly

"Now that's just silly" 

"It's not ..I have seen the kind of women you have been with before, you love them curvy with flat stomach don't you and I don't have it, okay? I don't have full breasts you can squeeze when you're fucking me or watch them jiggle when I'm riding you and the one thing that's supposed to be flat..well it's not" 

He chuckled as he heard you, so you glared at him.

"It's not funny" 

"It's not..it's just I have been thinking about you riding me and that made me so hard so quick..see" he placed your hand in his bulge and it made your face heat up instantly

"That's what you do to me and I haven't had you naked underneath me yet"

He cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. Then you told him about your ex and his jaw clenched, just wanted to find your ex and punch the shit out of him.

"You really think that's all I care about don't you? Just your body" 

"That's all men care about"

"I'm not some midgardian man darling, your societal beauty standards are so damaging it bothers me deeply, and even if I was just another mortal man I wouldn't care about some extra lump of fat and skin or a lack thereof" you looked at him to see if he was messing with you but he was being serious.

"You know what makes me want to ravish the daylights out of you? Your mind, you're so smart, so beautiful. Your cute adorable face, you caught my eye the first time I saw you, then you tried to hide from me for so long and now that I know the reason and why you did that, somehow I just want to go back to that moment, take you in a secluded corner of that party and fuck you right there, fuck all those insecurities out of you" 

You felt your face heating up at the remark and he pulled you in for a kiss again, this time you didn't stop his hands from wandering, he ran his hands all over your breasts and then took your shirt off. You closed your eyes as you felt embarrassed but then you felt his lips on your nipples as pecked on it softly, his tongue circled around them and then he sucked it in. He spent a good amount of time just sucking and worshiping your breasts.

He got you all naked and then sat up to look at you

"You have no idea how beautiful you are to me darling, all bare and dripping, so soft to my touch" You moaned as he kissed on your torso and moved down. He couldn't wait anymore, he had waited so long to have you, he wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you.

"So fucking tight" 

 You couldn't stop moaning as his cock made you feel so full. 

"Look at you my love, you sound so sweet to me, such a good girl, taking every inch of me so well and what were you saying about me not being able to squeeze you?" he cupped your breasts and gave it a harsh squeeze, not enough to hurt but enough to make your eyes roll back into your head.

"Oh goddd lokiii" you moaned and gripped on his shoulders, he groaned as he felt your nails digging into his shoulder.

"Oh yes.. gorgeous..you're gorgeous my love..your pussy looks so good when it's stretched around my cock" 

As he made you cum around him, For a brief moment you forgot everything, you forgot about the lifelong Insecurities you had, he looked at you as if you were the prettiest woman he had been with. He didn't pull out even after he had filled you up, he stayed in as he leaned down and kissed you.

"Thank you for accepting me the way I am, even though I can't do it myself" 

You teared up and he kissed your forehead. He made it his mission from that day onwards that he'd make you realize how beautiful you are, he promised himself that he'd make you fall in love with your body someday, just the way he was. 

[elysianslove]

Which of the haikyuu men would enjoy getting choked the most? And which one should would prefer choking? I love your writing hehe

ugh this ASK. also thank u sm lovely <333 

warning; choking, breath play, degradation, humiliation 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER CHOKING 

iwaizumi hajime

ugh first person that popped up in my head. loves to see his much larger hand wrapped so tight around your throat, gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. oh my god the bruises. just littering the sides of your neck. gorgeous. and he lives for both the feel of your breath hitching every time his hand comes around to choke you and how fucked out you always look. loves loves loves to choke you when in missionary, with your hips raised up, nearly bent in half as he leans over you. he keeps your upper body down with a tight hand around your throat— and the way you squirm so much and cry and beg for him,,, he’s a goner. 

miya atsumu

this bitch fucking loves it. if he discovers it’s your kink somehow, he’ll do it out of the blue mid-sex to stun you, and it’s the most satisfying feeling ever for him: the way your eyes widen and the feel of you clenching tightly around him. he just thinks you look so so so pretty with a hand wrapped around your throat!! also loves to snake it down to play with your nipples and chest. just. he lives to overstimulate you in every possible way. his favorite way to choke you is when he’s hitting it from the back, and he just lifts you up (possibly by your hair) and keeps your back pressed to his chest with a hand around your throat. ugh so sexy of him <3

tsukishima kei

omg... loves to humiliate the shit out of you. “this gets you off? you like it when i’m rough? dirty, dirty.” he makes you feel so awful about it, but that’s only outwardly. he can’t help but adore how perfectly your throat rests in his hands, the way you lean so leniently into his touch, how responsive you are, how braindead you get from just that one action. loves to choke you when you’re sitting spread out between his legs, a mirror preferably before you, one hand between your legs, toying with you, the other wrapped gently around your throat. he doesn’t need to have a tight hold to keep you in check after all :) 

suna rintarō 

oh my god this man does it all the time, during sex or not. you’re just standing and chatting with him and he has a hand wrapped around your throat endearingly, nodding to your words lightly, the slightest smile or smirk on his face. does it in pictures all!!! the time!!! does it when he’s pulling you in for a kiss too!! but his favorite would have to be when you’re sitting all pretty on his lap, riding him just so perfectly, rolling and grinding and swiveling your hips, and his cock’s filling you up so well, and his hand just travels along your chest, up to the base of your throat, smoothing his thumb along your neck and then you throw your head back!!! what a sight !!!!!!!!!! 

matsukawa issei 

are you kidding me??????? are you kidding me?????? this man. this man. his fingers are so long and thick and his hands are so big, and his fingers are always, always adorned with silver and black rings. when i say he loves to choke you, i mean he loves you to choke you, and in every possible way too. he loves to do it as he’s fucking into you, just grabbing your neck, gripping your throat tightly and just forcing you to tilt your head back and consequently arching your back into him and he just goes, “atta girl,” or something like that. but !!! he also just ,,, he makes you choke on his fingers basically, and the rings he wears are always glistening with your spit and he’s always grinning so wildly when you cough and gag ugh

bokuto kōtarō 

shit he loves it. LOVES IT. like grabbing your throat with both his hands and squeezing loves it. bokuto gets lost in his pleasure and seeing yours so easily that when it comes to choking, it’s instinctive. it always turns into breathplay and that led to a couple of ,,, not very nice incidents where you genuinely couldn’t breathe and had to wheeze out your safe word, but over time he started to get the hang of it!! and you in turn started to trust him more!! he just loves the sight and feel of pounding into you and bending you in half as he squeezes at your throat and derives you of oxygen. just that dependency on him. he lives for it. 

konoha akinori 

he teases, he teases so much. when he chokes you, it’s much more for show and for the idea of it than the actual action. like you get so obedient and fall so pliant for him the moment his hand just simply comes to rest around your throat that he never has to exert any strength into it. he just thinks you look so stunning like that, all for him. and he loves it when you personally grab his hand and bring it up to your neck, all bashful and shit it drives him insane he won’t be able to stop smirking at you ugh. 

sugawara kōshi 

this sadist shit knows what he’s doing when he chokes you, and the most infuriating part is he acts all innocent and clueless about it. if you ever ask him to choke you, he’ll pretend to not know shit as he brings his hand up around your throat, asking in a teasing voice with the cheekiest, most mischievous grin ever, “like this?” but he’s squeezing the sides of your throat so perfectly and resting his palm ever so gently and his hand fits so snug around your throat that there’s no way. there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. loves to talk shit and degrade the hell out of you in the most faux innocent way as he’s fucking you. just, “aw, poor baby wants me to be mean?” 

HONORARY MENTIONS; daichi sawamura, semi eita, akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsurō, kyōtani kentarō, aran ojirō, sakusa kiyoomi, meian shūgo, (possibly) kita shinsuke, shirabu kenjirō, (sometimes) satori tendō, timeskip!hinata shōyō

HAIKYUU MEN THAT PREFER GETTING CHOKED 

miya osamu 

hear me out. osamu loves when you ride him, like it might be one of his favorite positions ever. everything about it is so perfect to him. and although he’s naturally more dominant in bed, having your hand slither up to rest around his throat is so. electrifying to him. especially if you’re even slightly smaller than him, specifically your hands!! like there’s no way you can actually dominate him but— it still feels like he’s in power, but he’s completely putty in your hands too. idk just choke this man he needs it <3 and !!! and he loves loves loves it like shivers up his spine loves it when you’re kissing him and cupping the back of his neck then one hand comes around to wrap around his throat to pull away from the kiss and push his head to tilt a little to suck at his neck he’s just. wow.

oikawa tōru 

he looks so, so, so fucking gorgeous with a hand wrapped around his throat. it doesn’t matter the position, he just always looks so good getting choked. like as he’s fucking into you from above, just grab him by his throat and pull him in for a searing kiss and he might just cum in that moment. or squeeze at his throat as you use it for leverage to bounce on his lap and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. and !!! he’s huge on breathplay too (receiving and giving). he’s obsessed with how fuzzy his head gets from the lack of oxygen and always begs you to do it when he’s about to cum. he sounds and looks so fucking GORGEOUS pls im in love w him

kageyama tobio

i like mean kags, i like dominant, rough kags. but get this. shy kageyama. kageyama as a stuttering mess. kageyama who nearly cums in his pants when your hands wrap around his throat for the first time. i’d say that’s how he developed a choking kink, by letting you try it on him for the first few times. he fell in love with just. everything about it, from the feel to the concept itself, and eventually fell in love with the idea of choking you. but honestly, he much prefers your hands around his throat, even if he’s the one completely in control of everything. 

hanamaki takahiro 

he likes it because he’s a little shit that gets off of tormenting you. you’ll be choking him and he’s grinning up at you maniacally. he loves it of course; it genuinely does feel really good, both you squeezing so tight around him and your hands squeezing at his throat, but he loves annoying you about it even more. just grinning up at you the whole time as your ride him, or if he’s above you and your hands start to slip, he’s grabbing at your wrists and going, “ah, ah, ah,” like :| maybe you should kill him while you’re at it. but no he fucks harder when he’s getting choked so,,, maybe save the murder case for later 

goshiki tsutomu

idk i just wanna make him cry. he probably does cry when he gets too sensitive, but anyways he loses all coherence the moment you wrap your hands around his throat. his entire body goes limp and you have to fuck yourself onto him. his eyes are rolling back, all dewy and pretty, and his tongue is slipping out slightly and he’s drooling and his eyes start to cross with his cheeks all pink and streaked with tears and he’s trembling beneath you. ugh he’s so cute, please choke him more often. he’s in love with it. 

HONORARY MENTIONS; yamaguchi tadashi, kenma kozume (is very much a switch when it comes to choking though), lev haiba, koganegawa kanji 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT CAN’T IMAGINE HURTING YOU 

aone takanobu, asahi azumane, kindaichi yūtarō, lev haiba, (pre-timeskip) hinata shōyō, yamamato taketora 

HAIKYUU MEN THAT DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING

tanaka ryūnosuke, nishinoya yū, also haiba lev, sometimes ushijima wakatoshi, ginjima hitoshi 

[transmisogyny-explained]

have you ever like, read anything by trans men of color on the subject of transandrophobia/whatever else u wanna call it? especially black trans men? the people I've seen sound off about this really don't like being strawmened as whiny whites for good reason. i find your framing of this subject to be highly reductive. a lot of what ive personally seen in the transandrophobia tag primarily talks about how cis ppl harm trans men, and while some posts are about trans women, and others i just flat out disagree with, i feel as though its throwing the baby out with the bathwater to say that the concept of trans men having issues specific to them then automatically discredits the myriad of problems trans women go through. it really doesn't. stating that trans men face some things trans women don't doesn't mean trans women oppress trans men. again, most posts ive seen in the tag talk about cis people and medical transphobia as well as access to uterine reproductive care like abortion access. im sure some of them r transmisogynistic, and some posts have seemed sus to me, but it think there is legitimacy to most of the claims made, ESPECIALLY THOSE ABOUT CIS PEOPLE. why do you think it's all whiny white boys?

To be honest, these are the most annoying kinds of asks I get because, like, I could give a substantive answer with counterarguments for all of this anon’s points, but I know that would just be a waste of my own time. It would mean pretending that these kinds of arguments are ever made in good faith and that isn’t going to get us anywhere. Transfems have been identifying and describing for decades (even before all these useful neologisms) the ways that trans TMEs act entitled toward, make assumptions about, project onto, and demonize us, and all of these things have cultivated into this new reactionary movement — one of many like it whose purpose is to push transfeminism back into obscurity and prevent transfems from being able to speak about our oppression — and I’m tired of getting message after message like this from some whiny, arrogant trans guy who clearly doesn’t care about anything I’ve ever actually said on the subject and just want to put words in my mouth about why I’m actually just a transandrophobe who hates transmascs for having a voice or whatever.

“Oh, most of us are just having a frank conversation about how cis people harm transmascs, and sure, some of them might be transmisogynistic, but really they’re just pointing out how transmascs experience a different kind of transphobia from transfems — please ignore how they appropriate transfeminist theory and talk about it in the exact same way that transfems talk about transmisogyny (with the implications being that transmisogyny is also “a different kind of transphobia,” and/or transandrophobia is it’s own system of oppression and/or it’s the inverse of transmisogyny).”

Okay, cool, if you’ve so thoroughly convinced yourself that this movement isn’t about protecting your ability to be openly transmisogynistic, then why do you keep dragging transfems into it?

[mokutone]

Chouji for the ask game. Love your art and your blog

hehehe. i would love to talk abt him!!, and thank u!

answers under the cut!

favorite thing about them — i like that hes got like very little interest in being a shinobi. king of work life balance. king of having hobbies. king of not being as much of a bootlicker as he couldve been. hes also like. very cutely drawn? i love his eyes too. whenever we get an up close shot of him im like. ah. chōji... least favorite thing about them — this isnt abt chōji himself this is abt kishimoto's writing. im like furious at the fatphobia it rlly prevents me from engaging with chōji as much as i would be able to otherwise. like. ugh. i dont know like theres NO REASON for it. theres really never any reason for fatphobia, but like, in chōjis case specifically? when he's from one of the few REALLY important clans in konoha? and EVERYONE knows that the akimichi have immense power and that in order to use it they have to maintain a certain weight, so that they can burn it in battle? why would this be an issue!!! god. im so annoyed. literally thinking about this makes me insane.

favorite line —i cannot remember any notable chōji lines i think...i liked it most when he was simply lying beside shikamaru gazing at clouds. brOTP — shikamaru :) they're best buds :) OTP — again i dont rlly care about shipping. i dont think i see him interact enough with anyone for me to like. really. imagine him being in a relationship with anyone? that said, shikamaru + chōji are cute i guess, that kind of is where we see the most of his interactions nOTP —again i dont rlly see enough of his relationships to really have any strong feelings,

random headcanon — butterflies flock to him (and other members of the akimichi family), which shino finds absolutely fascinating. shinos like. definitely more of a beetle person than a butterfly person, but like u cant not notice when one of ur classmates steps outside and radically alters the migration of multiple species of insects. chōji thinks its fine, normal, cool, etc. he helps his dad set out the sugarwater or other supplies sometimes depending on how healthy the migration looks. its a whole thing

unpopular opinion —i don't know enough peoples opinions on chōji to know what opinions are popular and which ones arent, i guess? what opinions do people have on chōji... song i associate with them — maybe nightlights ii by nana grizol? idk its talking about kind of a longing for intimacy and a necessity to engage with but a shying from conflict that i feel like chōji would vibe with. i like this especially:

"The shy and lonely hunter Who stalks across my chest Says “I’m only seeking glory,” yeah But glory never gives you any— —Rest" . . . "So you step tender when you don’t run So you surrender to everyone So you remember the place you’ve come to Don’t forget the world adores you, said “I am but my body: heart and shaking skin.” How ever will you find a safe place where You never let anyone in— — to the space where you—"

favorite picture of them — im not sure...i cant find it. but there was def a part of naruto the og series where i got a close up on his face. and i was like. ah!!!! hes cute!

this one is also cute tho