#evening thoughts

Thingol hating the feanorians: let's ban Quenya.

Caleb owns exactly one pillow. Makes fun of you for having three.

“What do you need all those for, pips? Gonna build a nest?”

But every single night? This fucker’s halfway sprawled across your pillows too. Head on yours, arm across your chest, muttering in his sleep “mmm so soft…”

When you call him out, he presses closer and goes:

“…mmh… guess I just like yours better. Problem?”

Photography by the-way-we-were (2026):

Imagine when one of Straw Hat Pirates crew told the others "parasite" just because their worldviews misaligned with each other.

Or

Luffy told Usopp to flee from the ship or the crew just because they have different beliefs or just because he doesn't play a big role unlike Zoro/Sanji/Nami/Robin/Chopper/Franky. That's just selfish. In reality, Luffy never tells anything hurtful to his beloved members.

He loves them dearly and equally and so do the others. Their bond even surpasses the one between parents and children both here and real world.

Unlike real life bond where everything is conditional and transactional, in fiction, it goes otherwise for some cases.

A series of Eris x Fem!Reader headcanons

tw: the last two are NSFW

Eris Vanserra who gently cradles you in his arms when days get too hard and the months draw too long, thumb gently tracing circles right where your shoulder meets your arm.

An Eris that is obsessed with you hips, cradling them in his hands while you get ready and resting his head on your shoulder.

Eris who adores when you call him sickly sweet pet names like baby, honey or even sugar. It reminds him that he is no longer under the abusive strenuous reign of his father, and safe with the love of his life.

He adores any body fat, stretch marks or other "imperfections", they ground Eris, and remind him he is different than his father, that if he was a lesser male like his father, he would have been disgusted with them.

Also, they are the only scars on ones body that you don't get from pain. Just change. And here of late, he finds change to be beautiful.

Eris that watches you get ready with an adoring look on his face, eyes darting around, curious about what his mate does to make them so perfect. (he never finds out, just concludes you are Mother-sent.)

You often find Eris with his hounds, either out in the forest, or his favorite resting her head on his lap as he does High Lord work.

Eris who prefers intimate sex, Eris that grips the soft flesh of your waist and watches your face contort to pleasure as he thrusts into you.

Eris that groans every time he moves into you, inhaling the delicious scent of your arousal, knowing he was the male that caused it

Good morning. It’s cold again today in Japan.