My deaf spiderwoman OC, Marisol 🕷
Miles knows ASL and even tho it's the Insomniac version of him Imma headcanon all versions of Miles know ASL because that cool asf!
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Having a brainrot about gojo kissing his gf's shoulder each time he sees her wearing tank tops. Like, he'll slide the straps off to press gentle kisses on her skin because the warmth of her skin always makes him relax
Because she's alive and breathing and she's here
doesn’t even have to be a tank top !!!! he will just kiss any skin he sees because he wants to feel the warmth of your body heat on his lips, a reminder that lulls him into the safety of your presence </3
you’re wearing one his t shirts that leaves ur thighs exposed? he’s laying on them, pressing a gentle kiss on it, sighing in relief before he’s letting himself melt into your body, your fingers already carding through his hair.
he’s coming back from a mission, he’s heading towards you, hugging you tightly, kissing you all over your face until he’s working his way down your neck, stopping at your shoulders and kissing you so softly you’re almost concerned. he’s holding you tightly, grounding himself with the heat you’re radiating onto him.
satoru will sometimes wake at night, his arm immediately searching for you body, his heart only calming when you’re in his grasp. he can feel your soft breaths on his exposed chest, the warmth of your skin on his as your hair slightly tickles his nose.
his grip on your is tightening a bit, squeezing you softly before he’s falling back asleep, your warmth acting as blanket for him (since you’re hoarding the actual blanket.)
it’s always your presence, your being, that’s grounding satoru back to reality. it’s you keeping him sane amongst the chaos of his life.
Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion
Not the "people before profit" patch jacket being $449, fast fashion is fucking beyond satire at this point
Truly animals are some of the most numerous creatures of earth
Count em
Well first of all there's this guy
Nothing wrong with me
Me coming onto tumblr dot com ready to make another post nobody cares about
Oh shit sorry my cats fell asleep on ur dash. Yea u can kiss their heads
They couldn’t give STEM boyfriend-husband a five o’clock shadow with the glasses because he’d be too powerful in his final form
- Also the red eyes??? Miguel’s confirmed light-sensitive!! I need him in sunglasses at all times
monstera
Tasyi, the protagonist of The Wildercourt, the GN I'm working on! feat. monstera leaves
True Care
“I can’t.”
You whispered the words, afraid of the reaction to them. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to, you just weren’t ready. The idea was too daunting.
Just as quietly his hushed voice asked, “Why not?”
“I’m not ready.”
“So it’s not a no.” His soft eyes caught your gaze for a brief moment. Within that second you saw a glimmer of hope flash through his eyes.
You glanced down, “It’s not a no.” You let the unsaid words hang in the air. The words that it could be a yes, in time. That you weren’t unwilling just not ready.
“Then I’ll wait.” He stepped back.
You looked up, expecting resolution. What you saw on his face was a patient acceptance. Your eyes misted at the implications. He was willing to wait for you to be ready. For you to realize what you wanted and what you needed.
“Why?” He should be heartbroken, he should be disappointed, he should-
“Because I care about you,” gentle hands rested on your shoulders, encouraging you to look him in the eye, “and that is enough reason for me to wait if all you need is a bit more time.” He smiled softly, “Besides, I can’t say I truly care if something so small were to destroy that. Don’t rush yourself,” he placed a feather light kiss on your brow and pulled back. “I’ll be here when you’re ready, whatever you decide.”
“Thank you,” the words floated away on the wind, too quiet to hear but he knew. He knew and he would wait, because he cared.
