- What's Level Of Your Obsession? - Yes.

yall i can't stop watching the cannibal town parts of hazbin s1 e7 and how like, important items play such a role? maybe im insane but like, first off, alastor handing over his radio is objectively the moment that got closest to "sweet" for him re: charlie

then there's alastor taking his radio back, either bc he was going to have a fucking panic attack without it or bc charlie successfully convinced the cannibals to follow her so she could now have rosie's lil skull cane, either way, rosie fills in the gap when alastor takes his radio back so charlie still has something to brandish (as one needs when singing a fun lil diddy)

then alastor fucking SUMMONING AN UMBRELLA so rosie can have a baton to sing her lines with, i just?? HELLO??? WHAT KIND OF WHOLESOME BULLSHIT IS T H I S? stop it DONT FUCKING DO THIS TO ME.

like hello?? sir???? WHO AUTHORIZED THIS??? IM UN-FUCKING-WELL. they are so cute. this is so cute. i'm going to PASS. THE FUCK. AWAY.

Attack on Titan THE LAST ATTACK Full post credit scene is out!

yours is thicker than a velvet ring.

coping real hard

i will always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always always love you, eddie munson

🥀

You know what would have been a great ending for Finnick?

The mutts viciously attack him in the sewers. It looks like he's not gonna make it, but Katniss and Peeta refuse to leave him behind.

He's done so much to save them and look out for them and they know what happens to people who are left behind. But GALE (FUCKING GALE) goes all soldier and shuts the door on him, claiming he's too far gone.

Then, either during the bombing or slightly before they're arguing with Gale. Peeta looks like himself again, kind and determined to save his friends. It's familiar to Katniss. As they argue, they see a man hole cover open and who emerges bloody and battered? Finnick.

OR they find him at Snows mansion because the Mutts didn't kill him. They dragged him back all the way through the sewers to return Snows Toy.

Finnick is alive but BADLY scarred. On his chest, arms, face. Maybe even missing a finger or two. One of his eyes has gone a little cloudy and a streak of his hair haa turned a platnium white from the fear and trauma.

Finally, they're all safe. Haymitch makes a joke about "what's it like not being pretty anymore? No better than the rest of us."

Katniss later apologisea for this joke but Finnick tells her he's right.

"My body has never been my own. The capital had always had final say. They took away every scar and blemish. All the nicks I'd ever gotten from learning how to make hooks. Every callous in my hands, every scratch they left down my back.

I know it's bad, people can't stop staring at me, but hey, I'm used to that, right?... I was afraid of what Annie might think, but I know she still loves me. And if looking like this means that she's the only person who will ever want to touch me again, then it's a blessing.

We're free, Katniss."

I think Finnick having his "beauty taken away" by scars and wounds is something he would find so comforting. His beauty had been a curse, but now he has agency again.

all that glitters — gojo satoru x reader

a/n: it’s time we embrace that I am a loser who can not stick to a single decision

gojo gazed at the corpse of his friend, best friend. the shaky sigh that left his lips was inevitable.

he didn’t know if he will be able to destroy his body with his own hands and technique, so he chose to at least bury him in a secluded area. it’s only after the evening that gojo is done.

his eyes are dull, his eyes are tired, their void is dark.

the stars are not glittering.

today, he walks to the grave, looking at the stone where he carved his friend’s name. he had done this a thousand times, the only difference today is that you’re with him.

your hand in his, and your thumb stroking the back of his hand. he can’t help but let out a small sigh. you’re here at least, he thinks.

geto’s name name stares back at him; however, it’s less daunting now and he doesn’t know whether it’s the passage of time or your hand that’s grounding him.

“you okay?” you call in a soft voice. its sweetness startles him for a moment, but you don’t notice. he likes it, your voice.

after composing himself, he hums lightly as you finally come to a stop.

“was he was a good guy that succumbed to madness?” you speak up.

he shrugs, “not exactly, suguru was a great person, kinder than I am, more righteous; it’s just…” and he loses his words, they are on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know what to say exactly.

you nod in understanding, “…I think I get it…”

his eyes slowly fixate on you, and you continue talking, “you know that it’s okay to feel remorse and sadness, right?”

he nods slowly, “but I am the strongest—if I am not in my best shape and standing tall then everything falls into chaos.”

you listen closely as he continues.

“some people’s faith is only there because they know that there is someone who is called the ‘strongest’ for a valid reason and can actually back it up,” he exhales, brows furrowing as he stares at the ground.

a bitter smile makes its way to your face, “that’s true in a sense, but that, in no way, erases the fact that you’re human.”

“you feel, you love, you care and you break like anyone else,” you look at him and he turns to you, and even with the blindfold on, you know he is looking you straight in the eyes.

your hands slowly go up to cup his face and gojo holds back from leaning into your touch, “what makes someone strong isn’t their inability to feel sadness, but the ability to feel it and then recover from it,” you pause and stroke his face, “you, satoru, have done that and you’ve proven to the world that you’re the strongest in more ways than one.”

he chuckles lightly, but it’s empty, “not all people think like you, y/n.”

“that’s because they’re blind,” you sharply respond making him smile slightly, “plus, you’re much more than the ‘strongest sorcerer’ to me and to a lot of people.”

“oh yeah?” he quips, anticipating your response and you nod with confidence.

“to some, you’re their mentor and their guidance, to others, you’re an irreplaceable friend and presence, and to me, you’re my husband and the love of my life,” you feel his hands come to rest on your hips and your husband can’t help but press a kiss to your palm.

he takes a breath, “sometimes I wonder just what did I do to deserve someone like you.”

you rest your forehead on his and smile, “well, fate just decided to put us together; who are we to say no?”

night has fallen, both in the sky and his eyes. both have stars that fill their canvas, but, for once, the stars in satoru’s eyes glitter and shine brighter than the ones in the sky.

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