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I accidently made it like that cause I was using mangas as reference, I'm so sorry orz
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I accidently made it like that cause I was using mangas as reference, I'm so sorry orz
They're my muse atp
Silly meme under cut it's really low effort
i really did think that the last shot of stranger things would be mike driving him and will away from hawkins and will finally looking outside a window and smiling with the wind in his hair
Thinking about how PHM is such a beautiful Aro love story even if it doesn’t mean to be. Thinking about how Grace saved his one true love: The world. But he didn’t just save the trees, or breeze, or fog. He saved the people, the kids, the dog he never had, the cities. He loved every aspect of the Earth. He still loves it. His biodome is a true recreation of what he loved because he can’t ever escape it. He can’t ever escape the one he never said goodbye to. He can’t escape the regret of not being able to say “I love you” one last time. He’ll never see it again. He’ll forever love it all.
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In one conversation, Flins encourages the young master Illuga to indulge, even just for a bit. Flins claims that it’s okay to be selfish just once, and to explore what he wants, since Illuga never got to think about it.
“Even an honorable man such as yourself have the right to gratification,” Flins tells him with a small smile. He gratefully accepts Illuga’s offer of a cold drink as he sits outside the captain’s dwelling. “Please live a little, young master.”
Though unsure, perhaps maybe there is one thing that Illuga desires. . .
“Thank you, Sir Flins, I’ll keep that in mind. Actually, the Traveler expressed the same sentiments, so.” Illuga sheepishly scratches the back of his head, before glancing at the side. Slowly. steadily.
Subtly.
At you, from a distance, chattering with other residents in Piramida. Yet you meet his gaze anyway, and you wave at him with a smile.
Illuga sends a smile back, albeit a shy one.
And of course, this doesn’t get unnoticed by the fae.
Oh.
What can a man do when his co–worker wants what he wants, too?
Are we deadass?