Katsuki loves getting you flowers, at first he really didn't get it, they died all the time but they made you happy so he got them when he thought of it.
But then he saw a video about what made receiving real flowers so special. It's the fact that they die.
So he would let yours wilt, snip one of the flower heads to add to a small vase as a momento mori before he brought in a fresh bouquet. Bright green stems wrapped in paper, the blooms a different flower each time depending on his mood. You swat at his hands that try to put them in the vase for you. He doesn't know why he likes that so much, that you're so eager to tenderly care for the gift he's given you. How he watches you make flowers last so long because of how you care for them, cut their stems, change their water, take out dying blooms.
In those moments he catches you smiling, humming as you change the water to flowers right on the cusp, of gently fingering a wilted bloom, he knows you'll love him when hes wilted too.
sometimes i remember that suguru has literally been dead since the beginning of jjk and it makes me feel physically ill. like. we never got him back. not once. that was never him. it was always kenjaku in his skin, wearing his face, using his voice. and everyone just went along with it. and gojo went along with it. because what was he supposed to do?? watch his best friend's body walk around and pretend he doesn't feel like he's 17 again, failing all over again??
it’s not even a “they fell apart” kind of tragedy. it’s so much worse. suguru died, and then got turned into a puppet, and then gojo had to keep living in a world where his best friend’s corpse was smiling at him. talking to him. looking at him like nothing ever happened. you know how violating that is??? how soul-crushing it must’ve been to hear that voice and know it wasn’t him?? that his suguru was long gone and all that was left was a cruel joke played by the universe???
kenjaku didn’t just take his body, he took everything. his identity, his name, his legacy. made a mockery of it. reduced him to a vessel. and gojo could never do anything about it. he couldn’t kill him, not really. not without killing suguru all over again. and the worst part is that he hesitated. he always hesitated. because he kept hoping—kept hoping—that maybe there was something left. that maybe, just maybe, suguru was still in there. listening. waiting.
and that is the most heartbreaking thing. gojo never moved on. he couldn’t. he never even got the chance to grieve properly because the body never went cold. the body kept moving. kept smiling. kept killing.
suguru never got to rest.
and gojo never got to let go.
and in the end… they were both just trapped. one in a body that wasn’t his, the other in a memory he couldn’t escape.
no peace. no closure. just echoes and rot.
i haven't seen anyone talk about how in the beginning of the movie, after ellen is shown to be lonely and in need of a company and before she screams at the sight of orlok, she is letting out the soft moans but it doesn't seen like she is having sex, it seems like she is masturbating.
if orlok is a manifestation of ellen's repressed sexual appetite and he is repulsive bc the female sexuality is viewed as inherently sinful in the puritan society, then him "visiting" ellen during her puberty is a metaphor for her feeling shame for her sexual awakening and the first sexual experience - masturbation.
it's probable that her father sees her in that moment and condemns her for impurity, which forever alters ellen's perception of her sexuality and self.
Earl Grey Brown Butter Cake with Blackberry and Raspberry Cream
bird vs cat
If I wasn’t a bnha fan and you told me all of these people were the same person:
[AU in which neither of them becomes a pro-hero part 2]
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Someone needs to say this to Deku but in the meantime I'll do it myself ♡♡
The floor, walls, and ceiling in this Tucson kitchen suit the Southwest's hot, dry climate. The black-tinted concrete floor is cool in summer and contains radiant heating for winter, and the high, exposed-joist ceiling allows heat to rise. Walls are clear-finished rammed earth, which moderates the summer heat and calls to mind adobe, one of the earliest building materials.
The Kitchen Idea Book, 1999
Dorothy Ashby. (Photograph courtesy E. Azalia Hackley)
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