#and thoughtful

[hearteyesilya]

hudson asks christina chang a question for forbes

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

One of my friend wished me birthday this way and its soo deep.

Shyam, I don’t just wish you love this year, I wish you a love that arrives without war.

May you find your Radha, your Rukmini, or your Satyabhama. Someone who stands beside you, not someone who has to burn through longing to reach you.

Not a Meera because her love was pure, but it was built on distance, devotion, and pain. And I don’t want your story to be about enduring love. I want it to be about living it.

[atalkingcrow-likething]

Scene from OFF the beaten path by @fanaticartisan :D !!!!

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[0lk0s]

job interview in a less than an hour but all im thinking about is 5x18 destiel

[starmocha]

These men have amazing personalities. Don't settle for less, ladies. 🥹

[awakefor48hours]

Watch Knights of Guinevere! Watch Knights of Guinevere! Watch Knights of Guinevere! Watch Knights of Guinevere! Watch Knights of Guinevere! Watch Knights of Guinevere! Watch Knights of Guinevere! Watch Knights of Guinevere!

[mugennoiro]

💌 @brazenlystrong sent: Today is Nanami’s birthday. Gojo timed it well, organizing and preparing everything. From the festive aesthetic to the food and drinks. He’s firstly thinking in what ways he can spoil Kento. To start! A giant present box, neatly wrapped in paper with cute baked goods imprinted on it. The bow is golden velvet, in the center is a card, stating, “ Happy Birthday !!! ” And a cute little chibi Gojo at the bottom right. Satoru’s signature. The contents of the present are an exquisite tailored formal attire, including both jacket and vest variants and two individual ties to be alternated between, a luxurious wristwatch, and a variety of delightful premium chocolates. Satoru has been noticing what brands of clothes and watches Nanami wears, so he has been extra fashion-conscious when choosing the gifts. Satoru is beaming, filled with excitement. A hand is carefully motioned to rest at Kento’s waist before Satoru leans in and gives his cheek an affectionate peck. But it doesn’t stop there as he places a few more doting smooches on his face. ♡  | unprompted (always accepting!)

FASTIDIOUS FINGERS make swift work of the wrappings — nery a tear nor crinkle displaces the print. Even the paper was selected with the utmost care. Huh. Kento sits at the fulcrum, unsure which way his thoughts will tip: toward genuine surprise at the attention to detail, or the bittersweet acknowledgment of another year passing . . . with nothing to show for it. A lump forms in his throat. A bolus of emotion that renders his vocal cords threadbare.

A series of rasps and creaks crawl up from the depths of his throat. Where words fail, the softness in his stare speaks volumes. Irises of gilded ochre ignite. He’s utterly enraptured by the offerings. Imported fineries that match his color palette to a tee. Chocolates that bear a near mirror finish. That would suggest high-quality tempering and high amounts of cacao, no doubt. All of this was selected by Gojo Satoru? No, no. This was a labor of love; selected by his better half.

The sudden warm, soft stamp against his cheek reels him away from his introspection. Gratitude is a deluge that overtakes him quickly. For a moment, he feels as if his legs cannot support him — moved immeasurably by the gesture. When he looks to his lover, he's greeted with more kisses. His grip slackens. Shoulders drop. In his chest, an intermittent flutter disrupts the stable beat of his heart. "Thank you—" he stops himself just before an address. Despite their relationship, it still takes conscious effort to overwrite his tongue's predilection for formality. The name leaves his lips softly, hesitantly. "Satoru."