Would’ve Been Great If One Of Them Was There When I Almost Drowned At The YMCA. ;-;

Can somebody please Photoshop the Barbie logo to say "Diluc" instead-

Thanks, I'll be taking my leave now 🏃🏼‍♀️💨

HIRA HIRA I MISS TALKING TO U (≧▽≦) also:

Diluc but as Barbie

I MISHU TUU HOW ARE YOU AND AAAAAH he’s perfect 🥺❣️ he’s a pyro boy, living in a fantasy woooorld

Sad that we live in a world where you’re judged for keeping your baby alive and trying your hardest to do right by the baby you bought into this world.

You should never feel ashamed for breastfeeding your baby in public areas, breasts are sadly highly sexualized due to media and sick-minded people more than ever nowadays. 

If you think breastfeeding is “gross”, “weird”, “sexual”, or anything of the sort, get yourself checked into a mental hospital because you are mentally ill.

A baby has the right to eat just as much as anybody else does.

A mother has the right to feed her baby without being judged.

If you can’t handle that, then don’t go back outside, they shouldn’t have to stay inside just because you’re a sick individual that can’t handle the sight of a baby eating.

*To all mothers reading this, you’re doing right by your baby and you don’t have to be ashamed or hide just because you’re trying to keep your baby alive. Stay strong. ❤

What about Levi x reader with a new baby and she is already a little insecure about breastfeeding cause it's just not going right. Then, out and about one day they realize they forgot a bottle and she decides to breastfeed in public (which can be controversial) and Levi tries to shield reader and the baby for her comfort and tells off anyone who has something to say. It starts going much better after that with both reader and baby getting the hang of things.

And it's totally cool if it's not up your alley. But if you want, a story or HC discussion, whatever you think. And, what DO you think Levis reaction is?... I almost went with something different but couldn't stop thinking of this.

Personally? I think there is nothing wrong with breastfeeding in public. Baby gotta eat. Only became a problem because breasts have been over-sexualised. Let that woman feed in public! Let the baby eat! Stop making women feel ashamed of their bodies!

@kenkopanda-art is so bad ass <3 look at this pretty banner!

Only natural

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, cute, first time parents, newborns, dad Levi, protective Levi.

Concept: Levi can see how exhausted you seem from your baby not latching on when it comes to breastfeeding. Your husband suggests a nice walk in the park to relax you a bit. As you walk, your baby starts to fuss needing food. You check the bags but can't find the bottles, which means you have to feed your baby in public. Levi shields you from prying eyes and shuts up anyone who makes a comment. You don't care because your baby finally feeds.

Levi rocked his little baby in his arms with a soft smile on his face. Things had gone perfectly so far. You were healing well, he was changing nappies and doing the middle of the night wake ups and your baby was healthy. You were both a well-oiled machine full of love, but there was just one issue.

Your baby was refusing to breastfeed. Levi could see it was getting to you emotionally, so he was doing everything he could to support you. He was giving you massages, baths, all the good food. Levi was a fantastic husband and father. He did everything for you, which is why he felt awful that he couldn't fix this one thing for you.

He approached you sitting on the sofa looking mentally tired. "I have an idea."

You smiled at your husband and sweet baby. "Oh yeah?"

"I think all three of us need to get out of this house. How about a walk in the park?"

You got up and sighed. "Perfect idea." You kissed your husband, then tickled your baby's cheek with love in your eyes. "Sweet baby."

He handed the baby over. "I'll get everything together."

"Thanks." You smiled down at your newborn. "So cute. We make cute babies."

Levi hummed a laugh and got distracted by gazing at you. "Yeah." He blushed and hurried with the rest. "Come on."

You lay your baby in the carrier and sighed. "There we go."

Levi pushed the pram as you hugged his arm. He led the way to the park and walked slowly with you. He smiled a little as he felt you relaxing with each step. He just wanted to fix everything and make things perfect. He wanted you to be happy. He knew there would be some issues and he was prepared, but he was too prepared. He knew he needed to take a step back and let you feel.

You jumped when your baby started fussing. "Have you got a bottle?"

Levi checked the bag hanging on the pram. "I should." He felt a cold rush through him. "I swear I packed them...oh...shit I got distracted. I'm sorry."

You nibbled your lip. "Levi?"

He led you to a bench. "Just try, okay?"

You nodded. "Okay."

He handed you the baby. "Here." He took his cardigan off as you started pulling your top down on one side. He hid your breast and the baby with his cardigan. "That okay?"

You gulped. "Yeah. Thank you." You massaged the top of your breast. "Alright little bean, feed from mummy."

"Unbelievable." A man tutted. "Feeding in public? Children could see."

Levi glared at him. "Listen, asshole. Breastfeeding is perfectly natural and my baby needs to eat. You going to let a baby starve because you only see breasts as things for pleasure?"

The man scrunched his nose up. "Breasts are sexual things!"

"Then why the fuck do they make milk for babies? If they were just for pleasure, then they wouldn't produce shit and just be sensitive things."

You looked at your husband. "Levi?"

"Hold on, sugarplum." He stood up and pointed at the man. "You don't know what we've been through, you don't know us, you aren't the police and her breast isn't hanging out."

"Levi!"

He turned to you. "Honey."

You smiled. "It's working."

Levi lit up. "Wait, really?"

You welled up and nodded. "Yes. I'm finally breastfeeding."

Levi sat down and put his arm around you. "I'm so glad." He kissed the top of your head. "I bet you're going to sleep tonight."

You giggled. "I am."

He wiped your tears away. He kissed you, then pulled back the cardigan a little and looked down at his baby feeding. "Hungry, aren't you?"

"Very, it seems." You laughed and looked up at the man. "Fuck off!" You smiled when he ran off. "Honestly! Who is he to say how I use my breasts? Asshole."

Levi hummed a laugh. "You're a wonderful mother."

"Thank you. You're the best dad and husband." You kissed him and moaned a little. "I love you."

"Love you too."

You gasped. "Oh, burping time."

Levi took his baby from you and held them against his chest. He patted their little back until they burped. "All done."

You tucked yourself away and sighed. "Thank you."

"I'll do anything for you both." He lay his little bean in their pram before pulling you close and holding you. He rocked the pram to get his little one to sleep. "Anything."

You nuzzled the crook of Levi's neck. "Thank you."

Tenshi Academy turned 1 today!

The tea was so hot in this story that I evaporated into thin air-

(But in Childe’s, did she fake loving him so Scara could be lured in for punishment?? At the end, she was thinking about how she was happy stuff hadn’t been exchanged yet. A little bit confused, but, 100,000,000/10 on the drama scale!)

or forever hold your peace.

summary: they object your wedding.

includes: kaeya and scaramouche.

warnings: gender neutral reader but you do walk down the aisle in kaeya's part, acts of violence in scaramouche's part, angst, slight childe slander towards the end of scaramouche's part.

notes: i wanted to write about this idea, forgot about it, and suddenly remembered it tonight. cue the next two to three hours spent writing.

kaeya.

kaeya found you before you could even walk down the aisle, just as you thought he would. although he would never admit it, you suspected he was too shy to oppose your matrimony in front of all your guests in the favonius cathedral. that, and it would be too much of a scandal, the cavalry captain objecting your marriage to diluc, an ex-knight.

so when you turned the corner and saw kaeya leaning against the wall, eye closed as if in deep thought, you were only slightly unprepared.

you paused and took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before moving again, determined to ignore him. kaeya knew you were there, he must have, yet he let you march past him without a word. it was only when you were a few steps from the doors that led to the aisle that he spoke. 

“don’t do it,” he whispered, so reverently that he might have been reciting a prayer. you paused and turned towards him, already shaking your head. 

but kaeya had already pushed himself off the wall and was now striding towards you, pleading as he did so. “don’t marry him, [you].”

you backed up a few steps, still shaking your head, and kaeya stopped, only feet away from you. 

“kaeya, don’t,” you said with a small frown. “don’t do this. go home. leave.”

“you know i can’t,” he said. he stared at the double doors that led to the entrance. “i can’t sit at home knowing you’re marrying another man.”

you said nothing at that. 

you knew that you should just push past him and begin your procession down the aisle. your guests were sitting and waiting. diluc would begin to wonder if you had gotten cold feet. the knights of favonius would be sent to find you if you did not show up soon. 

but you couldn’t move. 

“i waited too long,” kaeya continued at your silence. his voice was laced with bitter regret. “i should have asked you out before he got the chance.”

“don’t,” you interrupted, suddenly angry. “don’t talk to me about that.”

kaeya ignored you. “but by then it was too late—“

“so why wait to tell me this now?” you cut him off. “why wait until the day of my wedding? did you finally realize that you could no longer have me?”

“yes.” the tiny one-word confession took you by surprise. you had expected kaeya to deny your accusation and give you a cheap excuse, not offer you the honest truth. 

“then you should have realized that years ago,” you responded, finally shoving past him. you paused and spared him one last glance over your shoulder. “i— i waited for you to confess your feelings to me. maybe i would have ended things with diluc.”

your truth was even uglier than his. “but it’s too late now. and i will not settle for you because you realized that i moved on.” 

a small part of you wondered if that last part was entirely true. and if it wasn’t, how was this at all fair to diluc? 

swallowing back the guilt and shame and questions, you faced forward again and forced yourself to continue onwards, to the entrance of the nave, down the aisle, up the to alter.

and this time, kaeya did not stop you. 

scaramouche.

it was a small ceremony in the zapolyarny palace. 

you stood at the alter across from childe with pulcinella as your officiant. the few harbingers that had not been sent out on a mission served as your witnesses. they sat in benches set up previously set up by lesser agents. 

as pulcinella continued his rather long speech about love and matrimony, you scanned your guests and found yourself disappointed that scaramouche was not there. but after being missing-in-action for the past couple of years, you really should have known better than to expect him. 

his betrayal of the fatui was evident, but you had still wanted him at your wedding. 

“and now we will begin the vows,” pulcinella announced. you turned your attention back to childe. you wondered if he had actually taken the time to memorize his vows, but that question was swiftly answered when he pulled out a neatly-folded piece of paper from his suit. 

childe cleared his throat and opened his mouth to begin, but before he could start the doors to the room slammed open with a loud bang. 

scaramouche stormed in shortly after and marched down the aisle, stopping short of the alter. the other harbingers got to their feet but one look from pulcinella warned them not to attack. you paid them no attention. you were unable to do anything but stare at scaramouche because he was actually here. 

“look at this,” he said, his voice full of venom. “this pathetic wedding. is this really what the harbingers have been up to without me?”

his laugh was without humor. it sounded more like a cackle and sent shivers down your spine. childe noticed and moved to stand in front of you, and scaramouche let out another mirthless laugh. “i mean… i had heard word of this little… ceremony. but really, who would have thought it’d be true?”

“what are you doing here, balladeer?” childe demanded. he had not yet summoned his vision, but it was clear he would at any given moment. “have you come to tell us why you’ve been gone for half a decade? why you have betrayed the tsaritsa?”

“no, of course not. that's none of your concerns,” scaramouche sneered. he pointed at you and childe and turned to face the room. “i’ve come to object this—“

scaramouche wasn’t able to finish because at a nod from pulcinella, arlecchino, the closest one to him, had tackled him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him as she did. immediately the other harbingers moved to help her immobilize him, but arlecchino waved them off as she forced scaramouche to his knees in front of the alter. he struggled in her grasp, letting out a strangled, “what is the meaning of this?”

arlecchino angrily responded, “you admit you betrayed the tsaritsa and snezhnaya, though we already knew that. now that we've got you here, you will be answering our questions."

“we lured you here,” childe said, cutting off any protests from scaramouche. he stepped down to crouch in front of the balladeer. “spread rumors about me marrying [you]. you must have been out of practice in your absence for you to fall for such an elementary trap.”

he jerked his head to you. “it was their idea, actually. get you to object the wedding because you had been half in love with them before you disappeared. they even thought to exclude pierro and il captino to increase the odds of you showing your face.”

scaramouche turned to you then. betrayal and disgust shone on his face, but he didn’t look as surprised as you might have thought he would. maybe deep down inside, he had always known that you were capable of this. you were a member of the fatui, after all.

you gave him a wicked little grin. 

“oh but they’re coming,” you cooed. panic flashed in scaramouche’s eyes. you turned to arlecchino and then to il dottore, who was waiting to intervene if scaramouche somehow escaped. “take him away. we’ll let the jester deal with him however the tsaritsa desires.”

you ignored scaramouche's hurled insults and screams as the two of them dragged him out of the room to wherever the first harbinger was waiting. the few others left soon after. all that was left was you and childe and pulcinella, the latter still standing at the alter. 

“shall we continue?” childe asked. you merely laughed and walked out, only grateful that scaramouche had interrupted before the vows and rings were exchanged. 

I figured out how to put a wikplayer on my tumblr and it gives 2-minute ads before playing music Anyway to stop it from doing this? I'm super upset about it because I don't want people having to listen to unskippable ads on my profile. :(

Who the heck is this? Bro hecking beautiful-

i like him a normal amount

The post literally wouldn’t let me click the like button! 😭

Just need you to know that I love this! ❤

"NO OTHER LOVER LIKE YOU!"

pairing: arataki itto x reader

headcanon: arataki itto had a hard time saying "i love you." not because he was shy or afraid. but rather, because he never found the right time to speak out these meaningful words. so, he goes out of his way to exhibit his love for you in various other ways.

filed under: [written before 2.3] tooth-rotting fluff. lovesick arataki itto, he kind of overthinks a lot but overall he's a cutie i love him <3

note: @shirabusworld arataki itto brainrot hello :) anyway, itto season is near (gorou as well, i will write for him soon too). itto+gorou wanters will be havers~

Arataki Itto was many things, but if you were to narrow every single mingling thought you had about him, you would consider him a fully devoted lover. He was unpredictable, but in countless different ways, he undoubtedly reminds you through the tiniest, most insignificant actions, that you can easily count on him.

Just… not this time.

With his back against your chest, you patched up his shoulder for the nth time that very week. Yet again, he had challenged the stone-cold Kujou Sara into a duel, and yet again he lost. You almost shake your head at the man’s naivety. If you weren’t a doctor, you’d think he was setting himself up for death every single time he went out of his way to challenge Madame Kujou. You were aware of his stature as an oni, his strength as a man, and his determination as a vision-holder.

Every single time you think about such qualities, you find yourself swooning for him.

Itto grunts when you press a disinfectant wipe against one of his wounds, out of reflex his hand grabs your wrist. And whenever he grabs your wrist, his abnormally long nails would accidentally scratch you. At that action, Itto jumps in concern as he turns to face you. The man ignored the pain on his shoulder as he focused on you instead.

“Ack— I’m sorry, love.” He quickly apologizes even though you knew it was unintentional.

You shake your head. “This is nothing, Itto.” You lighten up his frown with a laugh. Itto pouts as he presses a kiss on your wrist. It was nothing compared to the injury he has now, but that did not stop him from feeling a little bit of despair. To Itto, you were delicate, like a piece of Liyue’s finest tea cup. “Really, baby, I’m fine. I should continue patching you up.”

“But I hurt you,” like a child, he whines. In response to his words, you cup his cheeks and press a small kiss by the corner of his mouth, urging him to let his back face you once again while you finish cleaning up his shoulders. Itto almost grumbled, but he stopped himself as he merely admired the way you easily disregarded your own wellbeing for his own.

“I love you.” Was what he would want to say, but there was no way he would be able to spew such words out of the blue when you were so focused on fixing him up. Would he startle you? Would you say it back? Or would you acknowledge him with a hum? Itto merely purses his lips shut, it was uncharacteristic for him to be this quiet, but you don’t question him about it.

Itto doesn’t always tend to himself on his own. Unless you point it out or speak eye-to-eye to him about how he is taking care of himself, he’d go as far as seek out advice from his greatest rival to please you. One such occasion included the first few months you had both started dating. You were wary that he would scratch himself— or others— with his talon-like nails, and upon speaking up about that, the following evening Itto found himself in the presence of Yoimiya as she taught him how to cut and file his nails.

One time, you caught him hiding away in your bathroom as he filed his nails. He was struggling to complete his dominant hand that very day, and instead of laughing about it, he found himself sitting in between your legs on your couch as you did his nails for him. The feeling of your hands against his was enough to have him burst into a fit of fluster and bashfulness. There truly was no other lover like you, and in these events he caught himself thinking as a kaleidoscope of butterflies roared in his chest and stomach, I love you. I love you so, so much.

Sometimes, he also caught himself hugging you a little tightly while you slept. He loved the feeling of your breath fanning over his bare chest just as he admired your tranquil state. He’d smile to himself when your eyes fluttered, or when the tiniest trace of drool escaped your lips— he did not mind, in fact, it was the tiniest moments such as this one where he found himself falling for you all over again. When he wasn’t loudly proclaiming his admiration for you, he was quietly thinking to himself: How did I get so lucky with you?

Undoubtedly, there was no other lover like you. And the moment the three golden words escaped his lips because of his expressively loud nature. It had been another duel with Kujo Sara, and this time, he invited you to witness him— along with other few bystanders who merely anticipated his loss once again. Briefly, before the match he caught you apologizing to Sara sheepishly, but he put no regard for that small action because while it was in Itto’s nature to be buoyant, it was in your nature that you were easily concerned.

It was quite an endearing match as they both held up well, you found yourself chuckling quietly whenever he would do something as little as make eye-contact with you or flash you a charmingly wide grin. Even to this day, he was so charming.

Even though the match ended with his demise once again, Sara was courteous enough to leave him unscathed as she was aware of how you were in charge of patching many patients. When Itto threw himself next to you on the bench, you let him lay his large body on your lap. Your fingers stroked his hair while he grumbled. He was surprised that you were neither disappointed nor surprised. This was probably the first time you’ve seen him fight against Madame Kujou, so why did you seem so giddy at the moment?

“Why are you smiling?” Itto pouted, looking up at you. He disregarded the way passersby cast the both of you odd gazes. After all, he was practically cuddling on your lap in the middle of the street. But he didn’t mind since he was busy looking at you from below. “I just lost, ya know? That’s nothin’ ta be proud of.” He mumbles.

You laugh, pinching his cheek childishly before sighing. “I’m not smiling because of that, dummy.”

“Then wha—”

“I’m smiling because I think you, Arataki Itto, are great,” you speak proudly, “and I’m also smiling because, heh, I love you.”

He was caught off guard by your following words, his cheeks rising in hue as you peck his nose. For a moment, his heart had taken over his head and the only thing between the both of you was the loud and booming pulse against his chest. A large grin plastered over his handsome face and he copied your posture as he sat up to meet your genuine eyes.

“I love you too.” He mumbled, more to himself because his thoughts seemed so clouded at this moment. The golden words. He had spoken them, and he repeated these affirmations as he stood up on his feet and hugged you around your waist, “I love you too!” He laughed. "I, Arataki Itto, love you so much more!"

It did not matter if people had began to stop and stare. This was a moment that he would cherish forever. And before he let go of your waist, he caught himself saying, “there’s no other lover like you, [Y/N].”

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Superheroes - The Script

SHAUN feat. Conor Maynard - Way Back Home

Shikisai - (From “Bubble”) - Hiroyuki Sawano

Peter Pan - Kelsea Ballerini (Instrumental Ver.)

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Agoraphobic - Corpse Husband

Happy Pills - Weathers

If I Killed Someone For You - Alec Benjamin

Sex Sells - Lovejoy

Mi Casa Su Casa - Omar Rudberg

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I just made an account on the site after reading this and I’m about to see what happens when I tell Diluc I want a divorce-

Y'all I forgor to post 💀 had a dream I did and called it a day. HAHAHA, out of high school now, and I am currently divorcing Kaeya on character.ai

They look exactly like brownies! 🥺

Chocolate Marshmallows