Creditos: @bawuling (x)

we NEED to talk about the way they're looking at each other

-They both bear such striking looks of victory. Ten years they've been separated, facing loss and loneliness and a persisting sense of something hollow without the other by their side.

-"I want Rhaenyra," Daemon told his brother, without fear of consequence. "I'll take her as she is," as if he'd want her any other way, "and wed her in the tradition of our house." He didn't care for the ceremony or pomp of Westeros. He didn't want to be wed in the light of the Seven, which undoubtedly felt like a falsehood. "I'll take her as she is." The weight of that admission cannot be overstated.

-From birth, Rhaenyra had tried to live up to the expectations and perceptions of others. For the good of the realm, for the benefit of her father, attempting to stay as true to herself as could while maneuvering a court that was rarely, if ever on her side.

-Daemon was the first to see her as she was, to encourage all that others had chastised, and to celebrate in her truth. "You abandoned me," she tells him, because it's true. He abandoned her to the wolves of King's Landing, of her father's court, without a true defender.

-But she was a child. And perhaps he had truly thought she would be better off without his influence.

-Nothing could be further from the truth.

-In this moment, in the wedding of their choosing, they both share looks not only of victory, but of admiration, love, pride, and above all, a primal possessiveness.

-After so many years of wanting, he is hers. She has taken her fate into her own hands and claimed the Rogue Prince as her husband and consort. The man who always loved her as she was. Who continues to love her as she is.

-He looks at her with a promise. She is his to protect. To defend. His little princess has grown into a fearsome dragon, one who takes what she wants. Never again will he allow anyone to attempt to dampen that fire. Never again will he abandon her.

-He is hers. She is his. And together they will take what is theirs, with fire and blood.

Giyuu: *smiles brightly*

Sanemi from far away: Who the fuck does he think he is… smiling so brightly like that. He’s so beautiful and he doesn’t even know it. What an asshole.

Uzui: You have to be the only man in the world to complain about your boyfriend being attractive.

She was a fairy 🧚🧚‍♀️🧚‍♂️

I love how sabito felt the need to pirouette in the air while beating the hell out of Tanjiro. Like??? How did he even jump like that??? How is he even pirouetting??? Why can he jump so damn high??? And then launched himself off the tree while/by spinning???

every time I see someone take a fork that I know ends up rejoining with the path I'm on, I break into a dead sprint as soon as I'm out of sight so that I can get slightly ahead of them and make them wonder if they accidentally took the slower path

I love seeing my mutuals in my notes because it confirms they’re not mad at me. yet

🌿Hello! Decided to post again on Tumblr after almost a year, starting with my most popular art ★

i think they shouldve taken me on a polar expedition not because i would be useful or especially resilient but because my preexisting mental health conditions would have made me an interesting wildcard

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