Y/n after getting dragged to the horror bros home: What the FUCK is this place?!
HT! Sans: … that’s my home.
Y/n regretting all life choices: Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful! You know you are quite the decorator, it’s amazing what you’ve done with such a modest budget!
HT Sans: …
Y/n desperately trying not to get eaten: I like that bloodstain. That is a nice bloodstain!
Thinking about Cas letting Dean take care of him. Dean who feels guilty about any and every form of harm that comes a newly human Cas’ way; ever since he fell once more for Dean. Always for Dean.
He takes responsibility for everything. Gets angry when Cas burns his tongue on coffee for the first time, snapping at Sam to be more careful. Tracking down every monster who dares attack Cas by surprise. Making sure that they pay, while Cas stands by and let’s him.
Cas can still defend himself. And he doesn’t mind papercuts either, but his heart flutters at the sight of Dean tending to his hands. Patching him up with puppy-themed bandages after a long day of research, making him his favourite tea at night and holding him close at night.
Dean goes out of his way to buy Cas nice things. Fluffy blankets, over-sized hoodies and extras of every snack he’s ever expressed interest in.
Cas thinks it cute. Dean makes them smiley face pancakes on mornings and has since added honey to his weekly shopping list.
He also knows that Dean needs to look after him. It’s part of his love, and Cas would happily allow himself to be babied forever if it means putting Dean’s mind at ease and a smile on his face. There’s nothing he won’t do to make Dean happy.
>Despite not knowing where the small plush came from, it strangely comforts you. It reminds you of a soft bubbly laugh and loose flower crowns, although you can’t seem to remember who those things belonged to. It’s on the tip of your tongue, though, and you can almost see his face-
>…The thought hurts your chest.
You try not to think about it.
Look the visuals are probably the best thing about the show. And the fan service. The acting is solid and I like the characters but it’s nothing amazing and the writing is really nothing to write home about.
PS- the incompetent Stormtroopers are really getting old.
Ohhhh Ghostbur. As much as I love you, building a new country probably won’t help Tommy.
My nicknames in discord servers really do just say something about me as a person
Caleb sharing with Beau how he feels foolish for feeling like he found a new mother from Nott when she’s been reunited with her family has me EMO LIKE NO DIRTY WIZARD MAN PLS DONT FEEL BAD NOOO SHE STILL CARSS FOR YOU
Tired and depressed and don’t want to be alive but dying seems a bit dramatic
Also. This weeks Mandalorian? I’m not okay.
and tonight we are thinking abt nie huaisang’s understanding of necessary sacrifice as informed by what he saw during the events of fatal journey, and how the first consequential Lie he tells is to protect his brother, and the way the fear melts from his face when jin guangyao says restrain your grief and he turns and takes that advice to heart for the next three years
and they’ll think of me kindly when they come for my things
they’ll never know how i stared out at the dark with no thoughts like a blood sniffing shark
the sky is deep and dark and eternally high
many people think that’s where you go when you die
i think you return to obscure
or wherever you were
before you were
i think i saw what happens next
it was just a glimpse of you
ode to 1978 les mis, when it took half a minute for Javert to realise Valjean walked right in front of him while in disguise to catch revolutionaries
somebody figure out a ship name because I’m not good at it. My favorite so far is AMZM
please excuse me while i cry real tears
And if he were to open his eyes, he knows that Zuko would be there. Sokka can feel his gaze on his skin like a physical presence, and he smiles, breaking the spell. Sokka can feel Zuko coming closer, pausing when he is just inches away, close enough that Sokka can feel the heat of the man, but far enough away that he could say no if he wanted to.
Sokka does not want to say no.
Zuko leans in the final few scant inches and presses his lips, getting a little more teeth in his kiss than he intended, but Sokka’s smile is wide and happy. The kiss is slow and sleepy, sweet like the first rays of morning sun that warm their skin.
“Good morning, Zuko,” he says against his lips.
We don’t Plagg nor joke about such a thing! You disgusting vile wretch! You leave the tsndere cheese Cat alone! Or. There. Will. Be. Consequences.