he's been pulling this shit since day one and you're telling me he won't be there to officiate their wedding? 😂😂😂 i know this is the shark on the freeway beenado show, but that's just unrealistic
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he's been pulling this shit since day one and you're telling me he won't be there to officiate their wedding? 😂😂😂 i know this is the shark on the freeway beenado show, but that's just unrealistic
moash stormlightarchive as jet atla think about it
“still nothing?”
tobio leans by the door, two warm mugs in hand. the weather’s not that nice today. in fact there’s a storm, which explains why he’s not out at work late, like usual.
the weight under your eyes only gets heavier with time, and your fingers lay stiff on the keyboard. “nothing’s coming up.”
for a second, after that, you want to say, “actually, i’ve got something,” but you don’t. for a second, you get an idea of what to type on the blank document, seeing how his eyes could be so warm and tender despite being the darkest and coldest blue. how his usually tense and sharp physique melts into something more welcoming and slack. the gray sweater makes him look a lot smaller than he actually is, and it could be surprising with how large his build is and how everything fits him exactly or too tightly, but this supposedly rare sight to everyone else is just another saturday for both of you.
“don’t think of it too much,” he sits beside you, handing you your favorite warm drink, made just how you like it. “there’s still tomorrow, you know,” he leans in for a kiss on your temple, a hand on your back.
“well that’s something,” you turn to him and bury your face in his neck. “surprising to hear that from you, out of all people.”
he panics for a split second, until you breathe out, “i love it though.”
tobio lets out a sigh of relief, pulling you closer and shutting the laptop.
he thinks of love, a forever foreign force that he used to shut out of his life, terrified, only to beg for even just a second more of it when one or the other’s about to pull away, may it be away for weeks, or a few minutes.
then you think of love and luck.
love, because that’s all you’ve ever hoped for. this is all you’ve ever longed for, even if you forget it sometimes because he’s always there to offer and give you something better than this.
luck, because that’s what they’d say when they find out that the star they’re all dying to have and to hold is never out of your reach, even clinging onto you, letting you see all of him. even the ones that don’t seem like him to the public eye or his own family.
maybe you don’t have to wait tomorrow to fill in the blanks, because this is enough to give you an idea of what to write about love. still, that doesn’t mean you have to do it now either.
this moment may be just another saturday, and may not be more than a dot in the grand scheme of things, but it’s certainly not nothing.
REWATCHING THE DARK KNIGHT TRILOGY!!!!!!
i couldn't sleep till i drew this
rewatching season 1
(based off x)
ninjaa,,,ninjag o;;