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[percyswhxre]

if anyone wants to ask me go ahead (pls guys)

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[creature-wizard]

So is it true that the immigrants are bringing cartels and drugs from China and Mexico into the U.S.? I live in a deeply conservative family that keeps touting this.

Ah, this is part of the old "immigrants bring crime" bullshit. Anytime somebody carries on about something like this, you can feel safe tuning them out. I recommend reading this:

[sayheyjrey]

Wow you look amazing nude!

Y'know, I kinda think so too :D

[littlestarpjm]

tagged by my lovely @cerul-skyefrost

my current tumblr name pretty much came about when i discovered and fell head first into BTS and if you asked if I had a bias, i would say i love them all because i can't choose, BUT i have an extra soft spot for Park Jimin, which is where the 'pjm' part came from and the little star is just because he once said that he thought this song reminded him of his best friend/soulmate/bandmate taehyung

I'd like to tag @drawballa 💜

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[shadqw-milk]

I want

2 Pineapple pizzas

3 milks shakes 2 chocolates and 1 strawberry

12 pcs of fried chicken

Pork Ham

3 Large Fries

Heehee… Please let's stop with the jokes~

[pseudophan]

Controversial but sometimes people post heart eyes howell and it's literally just dan looking at phil. Sometimes it's the most devastating love you've ever seen but sometimes he's just looking with his eyes. He has big beautiful brown eyes that's just what he looks like

LMAO no exactly and it's very funny to me Because of how many actual heart eyes howell instances there are to choose from. like why did you go with one of the few where he is straight up just casually looking at him

[anamericangirl]

Since Elon Musk led Trump's followers in a Nazi salute today after the inauguration, I think it's fitting that every American be reminded of this https://youtu.be/xgehQnJYYtk?si=XOhyu_r4TjY8LTPS

Oh please.

You only see a nazi salute because you're looking for a nazi salute. Y'all have gotten so desperate and want Trump and his supporters to be nazis so bad that every time anyone raises their arm it's a nazi salute. Y'all are pathetic. You guys have been calling us nazis for eight years straight and overanalyzing the most insane stuff like this to try and justify it but sure we'll take you seriously this time lol.

You don't even know what a nazi salute is much less a nazi.

[annabelle--cane]

WHY are you putting so many vampires on the dash I am going to run out of Garlic

SCARY DRACULA ATTACK 🦇🦇🦇

[ikkyfics]

I share the same feeling, I want this 😭

Lullaby

dad!Remus Lupin x mom!reader

Summary: The quiet cry woke him. Remus approached cautiously, leaning over her. “Hey, my little star, it’s okay. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice so soft it almost got lost in the sound of his breath.

Warnings: fluffy, est. relationsh, no use of baby name, no war au, no use of y/n, after hogwarts (obviously)

A/N: just because i couldn't stop thinking about dad!remus

Masterlist

The quiet cry woke him. It wasn’t a loud or desperate sound, just enough to cut through the silence of the early morning and pierce the few seconds of peace the house seemed to hold. Remus slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the dimness of the room, and looked at you. You were still fast asleep beside him, your face relaxed, one hand gently resting on the pillow. He stayed still for a moment, contemplating the calm on your face, before carefully getting up. He didn’t want to wake you.

He walked down the hall, his bare feet making almost no sound against the wooden floor. The cry had faded to a low whimper, but it was still there, insistent, as if the baby knew he was coming. Pushing open the slightly ajar door to her room, the soft light from the nightlight revealed the small form in the crib. She squirmed restlessly, tiny fists clenched, her eyes still damp.

Remus approached cautiously, leaning over her. “Hey, my little star, it’s okay. Daddy’s here,” he whispered, his voice so soft it almost got lost in the sound of his breath. With a skill he never imagined he’d have before becoming a father, he lifted her into his arms, holding her with the tenderness she seemed to require, as though she were made of fine glass.

She was so small, so absurdly small, that he always found himself wondering how something so fragile could exist. He adjusted her little body against his chest, feeling her tiny fingers close around one of the folds of his shirt. As he rocked her gently, he looked at her face, the features still so delicate, so full of possibilities. “Do you have any idea how loved you are?” he whispered. “No, of course not. But you are. So much it almost hurts.”

He continued rocking her softly, his large hands contrasting with her little body. Every movement felt like a miracle. He looked at his own hands, marked with old scars, the uneven lines crossing the skin like memories of another life. A life where he never could have imagined being here, in this house, holding his daughter in his arms. “You know, sometimes I still think this is a dream. That I’ll wake up and all of this will just be something I made up to feel less alone.”

He let out a low laugh, almost humorless, but the little one responded with a soft sound, as if trying to talk to him. “Ah, so you are really here, huh?” he said, squeezing her a little tighter against him. “You and your mum… you’ve made everything so real. So much better.”

His thoughts drifted to you, sleeping in the room next door. He remembered so many nights when you simply held him, even when he tried to hide the shadows in his mind. You always seemed to know. Always seemed to understand. “She’s amazing, you know?” he confided in the baby, as if she could understand him. “Your mum. She loves me in a way I never thought possible. And you? You’re proof of that. Proof that I’m not alone anymore.”

The baby began to relax, her little body growing heavier in his arms. He sat in the rocking chair beside the crib, adjusting her so she could rest against him. The room seemed wrapped in a bubble of calm, only the light sound of her breathing and the creak of the chair filling the space.

He looked at her one more time, admiring the fine lashes, the perfect curve of her cheeks. How could someone so small carry so much love? It was almost overwhelming. He leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. “You’ll never need to doubt that, you know? How much you are loved. I promise.”

The almost imperceptible sound of the door creaking made him raise his head, his senses still sharp from the restlessness of the days following the full moon. For a moment, his body tensed, but then he saw her. You were there, standing in the doorway, your face softly lit by the light of the nightlight. Your eyes held concern, but also something else—something he recognized, and that made his heart tighten: pure love.

“You should be resting,” you said, your voice soft to not disturb the little one.

He smiled, that smile that always seemed to hold a world of unspoken stories. “And so should you,” he replied, gently rocking the chair while keeping the baby nestled against his chest. “I heard her little cry, and I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

You moved closer slowly, your eyes fixed on him and the sleeping baby. Each step seemed filled with care, as if you, too, didn’t want to break the magical stillness of the moment. When you reached them, you crouched beside the chair, your hand gently touching his thigh. “Remus…” you began, hesitating but with a voice full of affection. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. It’s been so few days since the last full moon. You need to rest.”

He let out a low laugh, almost inaudible, as he looked at you. “I’m fine,” he said, but the way his eyes darted away for a brief moment gave him away. “Besides, look at her…” He tilted his head to look at the little one in his arms, a soft glow in his eyes. “How could I want to be anywhere else?”

You smiled, but there was a tender weight in your expression. “I heard what you said,” you murmured. He lifted his gaze to you, confused for a moment, until he realized what you were talking about.

“You heard?” he asked, and there was something vulnerable in his voice, something he rarely let show.

You nodded, your eyes beginning to shine with unshed tears. “About how you think this might be a dream… About how you love us. I just want you to know that this is real, Remus. We are real. I am real. And I love you more than anything in this world.”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned a little forward, until their foreheads almost touched. “I know,” he whispered, his voice so full of emotion it barely came out. “It’s just that… sometimes it’s hard to believe. Not because I doubt you, but because I never thought I deserved something like this. You. Her. All of this.”

Your hand reached up to touch his face, your fingers gliding gently over the stubble that was beginning to form. “You do deserve it, Remus. And I’ll remind you of that every day, if I have to.” Your voice was firm, but full of sweetness, as if each word was a caress.

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, before opening a small, genuine smile. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Someone has to take care of you, since you insist on taking care of everyone,” you replied, the softness turning into a hint of teasing. He chuckled quietly, and the sound warmed his chest.

“So… do you want to hold her?” he asked, shifting slightly in the chair to lift the baby with care.

You nodded and opened your arms, accepting her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And, of course, she was. When you held her, she made a soft sound, something between a sigh and a grunt, before snuggling comfortably against you. You looked at her with an expression of pure adoration, your fingers gently stroking her back as she fell back asleep.

Remus watched for a moment, his eyes fixed on you as you rocked the baby with such tenderness that it seemed impossible for it to be anything mundane. It was as if every gesture of yours was a deliberate act of love, something he never failed to notice, even after all this time together. He reached out and adjusted a strand of hair that had fallen across your face, the touch delicate, almost reverent.

You were so close that the space between you seemed to dissolve. He let his arms rest around your body, pulling you gently closer, as if he needed this contact to anchor his own feelings. You leaned against him, the warmth of both of you creating a bubble of comfort around the little one, who was now completely peaceful, nestled in your arms.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You just looked at her, your faces so close that your breaths mingled. The light from the night lamp bathed the room in a soft glow, making everything even more intimate. The baby moved her little hand, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh, and both of you smiled at the same time, as if it were the most extraordinary thing you had ever witnessed.

Remus tilted his face to the side, his lips brushing lightly against your temple as he whispered, “Thank you.”

The word was so simple, but the weight of it made you close your eyes for a moment, absorbing everything it carried. It wasn’t just a thank you for that moment. It was for everything. For you being there, for her existence, for everything he had never dared believe he could have.

“Why?” you asked softly, turning your face just enough to meet his eyes. There was a soft gleam in them, something that made your heart race even after so many moments like that.

“For this,” he replied, his voice rough with emotion. “For you. For her. For us. I still wonder how I got so lucky… how the universe was generous enough to give me something like this.” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t find the words to express what he felt. “I never imagined I could be this happy. This complete.”

You smiled, leaning in to brush your lips against his in a light kiss, but one full of meaning. “I feel lucky too, you know? Every day. For you, for her, for everything we’ve built together.” Your voice was soft, but every word carried the weight of an unshakable truth.

You stayed like that for a few more minutes, his arms around you, his hands covering yours as you still held the baby. The world outside seemed distant, almost nonexistent. Everything that mattered was right there, in that room.

When the little one finally fell completely asleep, you and Remus exchanged a knowing glance, as if you both knew exactly what to do without needing to say anything. He leaned in to take the baby back with all the care, holding her against his chest while you adjusted the blanket in the crib. Both of your movements were synchronized, a perfect reflection of the partnership you had built.

As he placed her in the crib, he lingered for a second longer, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. He let out a soft sigh before straightening up, passing his arms around you again as you both pulled away.

“I love you both,” he said, his voice low but so full of feeling that it made your eyes burn. You rested your head against his shoulder, your arms around his waist, as if you wanted to hold him as close as possible.

“And we love you, Remus,” you replied, squeezing him a little tighter. “Always.”

You stayed there for a while longer, just enjoying the comfortable silence, each other’s presence, and the little miracle you had before you. Everything felt so right, so perfect in that moment, that neither of you wanted to break the magic.

[reyesstrand]

wish you would write a fic about early boyfriend tarlos and Carlos being afraid to come on too strong and scare TK off again <3

<33

He’s halfway through heating up a pan for fried eggs, which he plans to present prettily on toast spread with fresh avocado and a selection of fruit he’s spent the morning carefully cutting, when doubt starts to claw at his gut.

Carlos spares a glance around his kitchen. At the flowers on the table, and the way the clear glasses he’s set out for fresh-pressed orange juice catch the beams of sunlight pouring through the window. He’s got a nice bag of coffee beans from the farmer’s market pulled out of the cabinet, waiting to be coaxed into an aromatic roast, along with a box of tea in case TK doesn’t want coffee. It’s the bright, brilliant thought of TK that makes him pause. His heart thumps a little quicker in his chest, as adoration mixes with anxiety.

He wonders if this is too much. If he’s making this a whole thing. They’ve only been official for two weeks, and this is the first time TK’s stayed over intentionally, and Carlos’ vision swims as he imagines TK’s face as he wanders into the kitchen and sees everything he’s prepared. He so vividly remembers that night, and the little frown between TK’s brows, the downward turn of his mouth, the shine in his eyes. He’d hate to spur those emotions on again.

“Um, Carlos?”

TK’s voice is like a song as it washes over him. He looks over his shoulder and sees TK descend the last couple of stairs, clad in a pair of boxers and a thick hoodie he definitely hadn’t been wearing the night before. Carlos takes in the faded Astros logo, and the squeezing in his chest eases.

“Hey, you okay?” TK asks, stepping right into his space. His green eyes are so vibrant in the morning light, and Carlos can feel himself falling in love. His gaze drifts for a split second, and those eyes widen as he takes in the early stages of Carlos’ breakfast spread. “You did all of this?”

“Figured you might be hungry,” Carlos shrugs, trying to pass it off as casual. “Thought I could whip something up.”

TK grins. “You’re the best.”

Carlos smiles into it, when TK presses a kiss to his lips. He watches, a little dazed, as TK moves into the kitchen and starts poking around; searching for mugs until he opens the right cabinet and finds a pair he can set down next to the coffee machine. With a deep breath, his fear dissipates. With a deep breath, he steps forward, into his new life.

(i wish you would write a fic where…game!)

[lisandra-phillips]

adam keeps getting fluffier

AHAHHAHA, I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT TOO WHEN I POSTED THE LATEST COMIC WITH EDEN ADAM OH GOD

[canisalbus]

*goes to give Machete's neck a little kiss but then I bite it like a shark biting an underwater internet cable*

Rude.

[sayheyjrey]

I'll be answering a bunch of your questions today :D Stay tuned and keep em comin

[simplydnp]

Gayest parts? Any *phan proof* lol? Yap away please!

the doll-fucking is really... a choice they made. like i knew ahead of time that it would happen, but i hadn't actually watched any clips of it bc i didn't want it spoiled. and i now recognize this as a mistake because not only do they really go for it. in historic locations and eras. but i had to deal with dan staring me down like 'yeah? and? true isnt it?' i quite literally melted into my seat but also could not look away, because it's literally them making their own barbies fuck. on stage. and that's one of the few consistent things that happen during multiple eras of the recap.

also!

the tour bus bit (god theres so much to say)... one thing i havent seen mentioned is that dan really plays into the 'i was straight til 2019' bit. he does it quite well it's very funny and indignant in all the right places. but they use dan's supposed straightness as an out for why the tour bus bed-sharing wasn't gay. yet, they make no reference about phil in that statement. it's always only 'bc dan wasnt gay' not 'neither of us were'. and i find that quite interesting. maybe it makes for a better punchline, maybe it's more part of dan's branding and/or personal struggle, i'm not sure. but phil supposedly got hit with the same gay laserbeam in 2019 and yet... nothing.

[pseudophan]

I had a dream that their April Fools joke this year was just them doing a video but sitting on the wrong sides of the screen and honestly that was more fucked than any crafts video

immediately unsubscribing i don't like that