but like goddamn

Serendipity: Falling in love as if it were fate and longing to be loved in return. You place this person on a pedestal as your angel and your world.

Euphoria: The feelings of being in love, giving yourself wholly to one person and placing your happiness in them.

Singularity: Losing yourself in a ‘love’ that winds up being toxic. Now, you do not have an identity outside of this 'love’.

Epiphany: The realization that the love of yourself is the most important. You are beautiful and do not have to alter yourself in order to find love.

Get this y’all. Peter’s grown up with this habit that before going to bed, every night, without fail he’ll go into May’s room and smile and say softly “love you, May.”

Since becoming Spider-Man, sometimes May is already asleep by the time he gets in, maybe on the couch, and the only light comes from that of the screen that’s clutched in her hand. Peter makes out the soft black glow of the text from Tony Stark, that reads: “he’s all right, May, just doing the Internship. You can go to sleep.” And Peter smiles at that. Then he leans down, kisses her forehead and murmurs “love you,” against her hair, and she pulls him into a hug and says “you’re going to be the death of me, Parker”

Once day, Peter’s staying at the facility and he’s so so tired after a battle or something and Tony’s got him dosed up on pain meds. Peter’s sitting on the sofa while Tony works quietly in his lab, but FRIDAY’s keeping an eye on him. He’s tired, he thinks, and he’s going to go to bed.

Peter stands up, walks down to the room Tony’s working in, and stands at the door. He’s leaning against the doorframe, everything sort of numb and hazy. Tony looks up with a frown.

“You need something, kid?”

“Going to bed,” he murmurs.

“All right. I’ll take you.” Tony doesn’t want him to fall over or anything, so he gently takes Peter’s arm and guides him to his room.

Tony tucks him in and absently ruffles his hair, before heading out. “Night, kiddo,” he says. “I’ll be downstairs.”

Peter curls up, closes his eyes and whispers: “love you, Tony.”

Tony freezes at the door. He glances back around, but Peter’s already out.

Tony smiles. “Yeah, well, you’re not so bad when I don’t have to save your ass every five seconds.”

As he turns away, maybe his Arc Reactor is glowing a little brighter. He loves his kid, too.

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Campaign 1 Episode 59//60 

Percy realising he loves Vex // His first act of love towards her. 

  • Clint: this is my fun floating water base, I'm going to make a nice pirate reference and call it the Jolly Roger
  • His Awful Sons: no old man, it's called the 'Burg!
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for the full experience please listen to this song while looking at these photos.

i know i say it all the time but this is literally the most perfect house i’ve ever seen, my absolute favorite. it was a submission thank u so much!

$510,000/3 br/5700 sq ft

East Lansing, MI

Listen… 

Listen, I just love drawing wings ok? I just love it so much. Also, I’ve seen the idea of the sides being tiny, like a sort of “angel and devil on your shoulder” type thing bouncing around the fandom every once an a while. so my brain took both ideas and mashed them together into this! you’re welcome, I’m sorry! 

(and may I add, 230 followers! Jesus! you guys have no idea how happy I was to see the surge of people flooding into my blog, I am so happy, and hopefully I’ll get more art out to you guys soon!) 

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do you ever think about how Problematic™ your early teen ships would have been if tumblr existed back then? like. jesus. kids these days: you have no idea how great it was to enjoy, for example, violent possession/manipulative bodysharing hard dubcon in peace. thirteen year old me needed space to be freaky.