#(courtesy of my boyfriend)

[stoatunquote]

Guess who's got a new niche interestttttt

[puppygirlclick]

She Lethal on my shit until I Company

[trentcrimmapologist]

Ted Lasso, homosexual? [not clickbait]

[intruderzim]

[me4ttzar]

ohh the mcr obsession is so bad rn.

[mewracle]

fat catgirls save the world 2: fatter & cattier

[definitelynotnia]

had a mini breakdown but thankfully my boyfriend handled it (idk how he does it but he's very good at it) and now I'm feeling relatively better

i love this man sm T-T

[fasterthantheelevator]

You just lost the game

[anxiousgaypanicking]

robot/computer fucking except its a tiny humping the inner wires of the machine who cant even speak to the cute tiny bc the sounds of their fans is filling the tinys ears while they shove their tiny cock into sockets and electrocute both of them

[undead-knick-knack]

[lazarised]

they show up to the family dinner like this

[everydayfrimmel]

December 10th: "Warmth"

words, fluff, canon divergence

Come winter, elves are rather useless.

Himmel has known this for years, and there is probably a perfectly scientific explanations about how much body heat they lose through their ears alone, but it is only when Himmel and Frieren are married and accustomed to sharing a bed that he realizes /why/ she is so helpless in the cold.

It is, most likely, because every part of her practically turns to ice.

When he comes home late from a job, he'll find Frieren a tiny lump under the covers, curled up tightly in the middle of the bed with her whole body burrowed beneath the quilt to conserve heat. He lifts the covers and she whimpers. He touches her arm and then her calf and winces because it really is like sticking his hand in a dish of ice water. And when he crawls gingerly into the bed beside her, she attaches herself to him immediately and remains that way until morning.

Then he stops finding it amusing and begins to think of his wife's wintertime predicament as a most serious matter indeed.

Their bed begins to collect new blankets, mostly courtesy of their neighbors. Once, he moves their traveling bedrolls in front of the fireplace and suggests a change of scenery. And yet other times he simply lies there in a valiant effort to let her absorb every degree of warmth in his body even though he can feel the very life draining from him as her icy chill seeps through his skin. He rubs her icy feet and blows warm air on her stiff fingers. He takes to kissing her nose just to leave a little warmth there.

He tells himself it's a noble sacrifice: she simply must be made warm.

That is, after all, what husbands are for.

[atrophiedempathy]

Even more marks.

[slavsquatting-rat]

In a separate post, this thing I made out of a mystery yarn I bought at a market during my trip to Romania

[angry-children]

Valentino: this is my boyfriend, Vox, and this is his boyfriend, Alastor, and this is Alastor's boyfriend Lucifer, and this is Lucifer's daughter Charlie, and this is Charlie's girlfriend Vaggie, and this is Vaggie's ex Lute and this is Lute's boyfriend Adam, and this is Adam's wife Eve, and Eve's predecessor Lilith, and Lilith's daughter's pets Razzle and Dazzle, and this is Razzle and Dazzle's place of residence, the Hazbin Hotel, and this is the Hazbin Hotel's resident Angel Dust, and this is Angel Dust's boyfriend Husk, and this is Husk's least favorite resident Sir Pentious, and this is Sir pentious' assistant, egg boi, and this is egg boi's friend egg boi, and this is egg boi's role model, Carmilla, and this is Carmilla's husband Zestial, and this is Zestial boyfriend alastor, and this is Alastor's girlfriend Rosie, and this is Rosie's least favorite citizen Susan, and this is Susan's least favorite person Niffty, and this is Niffty's girlfriend Rosie, and this is Rosie's mutual Husk, and this is Husk's boyfriend Angel Dust, and this is Angel Dust's best friend Cherri, and this is Cherri's boyfriend Sir Pentious

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday ✨

hii 🫶🏼 hoa eddie is giving me fits but i simply don't care, that bitch is going to suffer from the shenanigans he's caused one way or another, so please enjoy him being a goofy goober

He lays his chin on Buck’s shoulder, stuffs his face against Buck’s neck and breathes deep. He shuts his eyes and smiles. “Did you use my shampoo?”  “Your soap, too.”   Eddie laughs. “It smells nice on you,” he says, inhaling deeply one more time before opening his eyes and staring down at the catastrophe in the skillet. “Buck, I think you burned that piece of bacon.”  “S’fine,” Buck says, jerky and stunted, and stabs the overcooked piece of bacon a couple times before he gets enough leverage to pull it out of the grease. It’s charred and dark next to the other pieces on the paper towel. “I’ll still eat it.”  Humming, Eddie nuzzles his face across Buck’s shoulder. “Are we just having bacon?”  “There’s still some of that pudding cake leftover in the refrigerator.”  “Bacon and cake for breakfast?” Eddie pinches Buck’s side, eliciting a small giggle that has the stiffness in his shoulders dissipating. Whatever it is that’s weighing on Buck is still heavy, then, but not so big that Eddie can’t take it every once in a while. He doesn’t mind being Buck’s rock whenever he needs to. “Yum.”  “And coffee.” Buck flicks Eddie’s forehead, just hard enough it makes a funny little noise, and adds a few more pieces of bacon. “Breakfast of champions.”  Eddie wrinkles his nose and snuffles, kind of like a puppy, and tugs on a piece of Buck’s wet hair. “I’m glad you’re here, Buck,” he says, and it’s all ooey-gooey emotions in his tummy, too-sweet and sticky like honey, and, oh, that’s different. That’s very… different. “I’ve got a lot of laundry to do and you’re my favorite little helper.”  “But I’m injured,” Buck whines, pouting his fat bottom lip out.  “Are you?” Eddie smile, ear to ear. “I thought you said you were okay.”  Buck fakes a cough in Eddie’s face, tongue out and all, because he’s a brat. “See? Injured.” He shrugs. “Guess I can’t help with laundry at all.”  Eddie’s grin widens so far his cheeks chub up. “You’re so fuckin’ adorable, Buck,” he says before he can stop his heart from talking out of his mouth. And it’s fine, maybe, that he’s got shit for brains sometimes, because Buck’s face lights up in a glowing red blush that has Eddie’s heart beating a little fast in his chest. He wonders if Buck can hear the thudding; it’s loud enough and they’re so close Eddie can feel Buck’s heat. “Buck—” “Eddie—” Christopher’s alarm, fucking Crazy Train, rips through the kitchen and startles both Eddie and Buck apart. Eddie’s heart races and Buck’s face is as red as the tomatoes sitting in the windowsill and perhaps it’s a good thing they were interrupted because Eddie’s not exactly sure what he was going to say. 

i was tagged by @wildlife4life, @wikiangela, @honestlydarkprincess, @fortheloveofbuddie, @disasterbuckdiaz, @thewolvesof1998, @daffi-990, @try-set-me-on-fire, and @callaplums mwah i adore all of you

and i'm casually no pressure tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiediaztho, @callmenewbie, @exhuastedpigeon, @jesuisici33, and everybody else who wants to partake in the tomfoolery