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Backhug is the most adorable kind of hug

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hysterical that tumblr has a post limit btw. they said no. get off our site. log off beloved <3

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Wanted to draw him looking pretty respectable again ^^ He's got a cool chair!!

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Honestly, the reason monsterfucker discourse is useless is that nobody can agree upon a working definition of “monster”. It could mean anything from “attracted to dudes with pointy teeth” to “wants to somehow get railed by the concept of universal entropy”. All labeling someone a monsterfucker really tells us is that they’re probably a bottom.

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The only reason I want a boyfriend is so that when I’m singing Fergilicious and it’s at the part where she says “I be up in the gym just workin on my fitness he’s my witness” I can point to him and he’ll do the little “wooOOH” part because right now I have to do both parts by myself and it’s stressful because right after the wooOOH part I have to get right back into rapping and the transition is harder than you think 

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I just saw an article about the swim suit editions Marvel did in the 90′s (going bankrupt is tough) and when I tell you I can’t stop laughing…

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Source: Our Dreams at Dusk / Shimanami Tasogare / しまなみ誰そ彼

by Yuhki Kamatani

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You: Burger King

Me, an intellectual: Monarch of Hamburg

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via weheartit

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Domestic Tianshan was really loved so I decided to draw more!

He Tian + Mo Guan Shan = charming babies 💯 (3)

I guess He Tian’s possesiveness runs through the family 😅

Reupload/repost: tag me/give credit thanks!

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Ryomen Sukuna ✩ You Dare Touch My Soul?

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thinking about being so comfortable w bf harry that ur just happily and lovingly co-existing ... brushing ur teef together and bumping hips cause ur looking at eachother in the mirror 😿 cutting fruit together and seeing who can cut the best star out of a piece of watermelon !!! him waking you up 10 minutes before ur alarm every morning cause he knows u hate being startled by the loud beeping so early ?????????? sitting across his lap when his mates invite you both to a barbecue 😰😰😰😰😰 WHEN HE GETS HIS HAIR CUT (waaaa!!!!) HE SENDS YOU A VIDEO OF HIM WITH HIS NEW TRIM .... HIS PHONE PROPPED UP ON THE WINDOW LEDGE AND HIM WALKING AWAY FROM THE PHONE, THE BACK OF HIS HEAD SHOWING UNTIL HE SLOWLY SPINS AROUND AND SHOOTS SOME FINGER GUNS AT THE CAMERA, GIVING A SHORT; “WHATCHA THINK BABY?” 🤩🤩🤩

ok so all of this is just so so good but the waking you up ten minutes early really hit home so...i wrote a lil something 

His morning starts a bit earlier than you. He’s up by six usually -- today it’s six-thirty because you were cuddled into his chest, legs threaded with his and one arm thrown across his waist. He couldn’t get himself to peel away. Not with your head nestled against his collarbone and the way you start to frown in your sleep when he starts to pull away. He smooths the crease in between your brows with gentle strokes of his thumb, chin tucked into his chest so he can watch the effect his touch has on you, even subconsciously. 

Eventually, he reasons he needs to start the day, and luckily, you roll right onto your back when he starts to shimmy away. His morning attire is always the same: a pair of training tights he needs to wiggle into, a pair of nylon workout shorts, some ratty old t-shirt he doesn’t mind sweating through, and his faithful Columbia Records hoodie. 

Today he fancies a run so he pecks a kiss to your forehead, shoes hooked on the edge of his fingertips before he tiptoes out your bedroom door. 

Sometimes Harry doesn’t have a real goal, just goes with what feels the best. Today, it’s three miles, not his furthest but he finds himself checking the time on his phone too often. Routine is something that usually eludes him, he doesn’t have the time to have the normalcy most other people do. His everyday life is vastly different from most people’s and he may have adapted a few things into his unusual daily life to keep him grounded but the groove he’s fallen into with you over the past few months is something his life has been severely lacking over the years. 

He doesn’t want eight o’clock to pass him by. He finds his footsteps moving faster, pushing off against the pavement to propel him back to the house in time. There really isn’t anything to worry about, it’s barely even seven-thirty but he’s worried he might smack straight into a pole with how his mind keeps wandering you snuggled up in bed and his phone’s clock keeps taunting him. 

Harry’s pretty good at being quiet. Occasionally, he’ll accidentally bump something to knock into a wall or kick his shoes off a little too hard but he’s very considerate. He toes off his shoes the second he’s through the door and creeps up the stairs as quietly as he can. 

When he’s back in the bedroom, it’s like you haven’t moved. Though, he can tell you have because you’ve kicked your right foot free from the covers and the sight of your bare toes make him smile. He strips off the hoodie and his shirt, tossing them half-hazardly into the laundry basket before he strips his shorts and tights and pads to the bathroom.

His shower is quick, he’s sure to peek back through the door and squint at the clock on your nightstand. He’s got twenty to spare but only takes twelve to scrub himself clean. Toweling off only takes a few more and he doesn't bother getting redressed, especially with the expensive sheets of your bed calling his name again. 

There are three minutes to spare when he slips back under covers and you’re already shifting towards him once you feel his weight on the mattress. He hums constantly, arms wrapping around you the second he can reach. The few moments he has with you asleep against him he savors. That’s what all the hustle and bustle has taught him. Those mere seconds with the person you love most in the world have to be treasured. When the world picks back up and he finds himself far away from you again, it’s these moments he holds close. 

He starts with his hand rubbings smooth circles across your back, gently lulling you awake. You groan in your sleep, stuffing your face into his neck. He laughs quietly, his body shaking against you as his warm fingertips still tracing soothingly against your skin. 

“S’time to get up, darling.” He murmurs against your forehead, lips pressing softly like a kiss. You groan again, pulling yourself against him tighter. “Early bird gets the worm,” he giggles against you and you shake your head. 

“We still have ten minutes. Less talking, more sleeping.” You mumble and he can just barely make out what you’re saying. 

“Mmm, been up for ages. I’m gettin’ lonely.”

You sigh, eyes still shut as you bask in the feeling of his hand sweeping over your skin. Though work never sounds particularly interesting, there is something almost magical about mornings with him. The way he lets you cling to him as he makes you both coffee and breakfast and lets you whine about how much you’re dreading work, making all the appropriate pout faces and sponging kisses around your grimace before he pats your bum and sends you off to your laptop.

“Gonna get up with me?” 

You open your eyes slowly, blinking against the light and rolling away from him a little to look at his face. Harry smiles fondly at you, sweeping a hand sweetly over your cheek. 

“There you are.”

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Gojoooooo!!! Im drawing fushiguro megumi rn and i think i might put that on hold cuz gojo’s bday is coming up :)

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Les enfants terribles…

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