#*squeeeeee*

[arwenkenobi48]

This is the perfect song for a certain fanfic I’m currently obsessed with *cough cough* Kizuki Eye *cough cough*

[dolskele]

@thedolsideblog fanart cuz I'm down bad for their bad boy Blythe🫡

He's soooo cutey... A kiss for him, muah! (｡>﹏<｡)

[doma3681]

commission for @thats-rather-rude !! Super fun commission thank you do much rude!!

[chelsie-carson]

Sorry for all of the spam. Been feeling a little lost and blue lately since a hacker took over and deleted the Mr. Carson & Mrs. Hughes Facebook page. We lost all of the content we've been creating since the series first aired in the UK. Devastated doesn't even begin to cover the loss and Facebook Support is a joke. I'm grateful these posts are still here, even though they don't get much traffic anymore.

Charles x Elsie Forever and I still love Jim Days and Phyllis Fridays!

[astraeajackson]

GUYS GUYS GUYS I KNOW I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT I AM LITERALLY SO HAPPY NASH AND LIBBY ARE HAVING BABIES PLURAL AND I AM 90% SURE THEY'RE TWIN BABY GIRLS LIKE GUYS WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH NASH AND LIBBY CONTENT WHICH IS SO SAD BECAUSE EVERYONE ALWAYS TALKS ABOUT JAVERY AND LYRASON BUT NASH AND LIBBY ARE MY 100% MOST FAVOURITE COUPLE IN TIG 😍😍😍

[soni-dragon]

hi hi hi can we PLEASE talk about kukui together

HI HI YES ABSOLUTELY

he’s been rotating in my brain the past few days hehehe + ive been trying to figure out how to draw this guy

[lyselkatzfandomluvs]

Shûi Lóng Yín 水龍吟

Xiao ShùnYáo 肖順堯 - Shên LángHún 沈郎魂

[vanessavixenx2]

Don’t let this face fool you, he’s a wee devil! 🐶 V xo

[traceyc-uk]

i tried my hand at your boy again ❤️

ty for being such a sweet person 💕 i think i speak for everyone when i say we’re lucky to have you in this community!

why whyyyyyy 🥹😭😭🫂🫂🫂🫂💕Thank you!!! He’s so cute! I know he’s the happiest little face but you’ve made absolutely beam ☀️ The same can be said in reverse too and another reason for making it so easy to make my boy so happy 😆

[honestlydarkprincess]

okay but annabeth who has been training for years for this quest, who has inspected every new camper to see if they're the one, who has trained for this day, and she's finally on her quest...her stepping around the shield and trying to save percy...be still my little percabeth heart

[honeycombhank]

Holy guacamole!

Look at this living breathing being!

Do you guys remember when I said my boy Dwight Jr had a girl friend over? Well they had 8 successful pups!!!

I believe I will be taking home this little man and one of his brother’s!

He is 3 weeks d I believe in this photo that was taken a few days ago at least.

[necr0g0re]

I'm back

[cornkernelle]

Good technically really early morning! Hope you have a good day today!

GoOood morning, my very committed friend! Thank you for coming to my inbox so often! ^^

Yes! I meant it when I said I’d give that follow back, please check them out~~

now for other things..-

Having a bee visiting and dropping these off is high tier content, you are very sweet .. have a doodle for your troubles.

Additionally, YIPPEE to 16 asks in the inbox!!

You guys have been sending so much to me and I appreciate the support <3 200 followers is a lot of people..!!! Hope to be giving ya’ll many more cookies soon.

[it-me-sannore]

I was taking a nice little break from Bridgerton posts when my wallpaper caught my eye and pulled me back in.

Hel-looo there~ He's such a handsome devil.

Look at those bare forearms, so deliciously exposed.

That loose, billowy shirt - it's like a period version of being half dressed. Am I allowed to see him sans vest? It feels almost scandalous!

Those suspenders, unff. Who doesn't love a good pair of suspenders??

Surrounded by the library, the painting, what an artist! His little run to the window. Topped off by a broody Anthony (not pictured because that level of brood deserves its own post).

Yes, please. To all of this. Thank you, Bridgerton.

[winniemaywebber]

A Little Reassurance

an Olive x Dougie blurb.

“Hiya, doll.”

Olive stops stacking glasses and turns towards the voice. There stands handsome James Douglass, finally back in a clean uniform. Skin sunkissed, cheeks red and glowing from both the slight sunburn and the blush that forms over his face whenever he’s in Olive’s presence.

“Hi, honey,” she replies, leaning over the bar to kiss him. “Oh, you’re so cute. Sunburnt cheeks and all.”

He titters in response, his eyes nervously closing as his nose scrunches, that sweet smile still lingering. “I went to find you at the truck but Tattie said I might find you in here instead. Something about you needing to help in here for the day?” “Yeah,” she sighs, moving along the bar to polish the glasses that were left out to dry. “Poor Dennis caught the flu, so he’s laid up in the sick bay for the foreseeable.” “I didn’t realize it would be down to you girls to help, is all.” “Oh, I don’t know if it is. I mean, he gives most of us free booze a few nights a week, it’s the least I can do in return.” 

“Understood,” James nods, shifting from one foot to the other. He watches Olive as she polishes pint glasses one by one and precariously stacks them together, seemingly not having the same careful touch that Dennis does. One, then another smash on the floor with a clatter, the glass shards bursting all over the polished floor. 

“Well, shit,” Olive breathes, hands rubbing her temple. With a short exhale, she rushes to find a broom, only to have it taken off of her by Dougie. 

“Knew you’d find out my secret soon enough,” she laughs, crouching on the floor to retrieve the bigger pieces of glass. “I’m very clumsy.” “Hey, it’s okay. When we live together, I’ll help out. Lot less smashed glasses that way, I think.”

She stands, brow softly furrowed, questioning if she’d heard him correctly. “When we–when we what?”

“N-nothing,” he replies, shaking his head. She rests her hand on top of his to stop the broom moving, taking his chin so he’ll look her in the eye.

“Say that again.” “What again?” “What you just said.” “I said, when we live together–”

She silences him with a deep kiss, her fingers still gripping his chin. “I knew you’d said that. I just wanted to hear you say it again.” They get back to cleaning, a pinkness now about both of their cheeks. 

“Thank you for helping me,” she begins. “Hey,” her voice now a whisper. “Fancy a sneaky midday beer?” “I’d love to. But I’m working,” he winks, that twinkle appearing in his pretty blue eyes. “And so are you.” “Nobody would know!” she protests, holding a pint glass in front of him. 

“They would with you. One drink and you’re a giggly cute mess.” “I can’t help it if I’m a lightweight!” “Sometimes I think that’s how I got you to laugh at me so easily that first night we met. You had three Old Fashioneds in you by the time I whipped out the lighter joke.”

She cackles again, remembering the punchline and the flourished flick of the zippo in demonstration. “It was funny! You’re very funny.” “Yeah,” he sighs. “Sometimes I think that’s the only thing I’ve got going for me.” Olive stops, her eyes narrowing. “Are you looking for some reassurance?” “Y-yes,” he stutters out. 

Olive understands. She saw his face drop when she had touched Pappy on the arm, laughing at his silly jokes. He was a fun guy to be around, and they had clicked on some jovial level that Olive had never found before. They’d bonded over a common shared surname, Pappy Lewis now going around base, showing off that Olive was obviously his dear cousin once, twice, thrice removed. But it was the platonic arm touch that had irked James Douglass, a past hurt rearing its ugly head at a time where he should feel happiness.

“Okay,” she starts, leaning over the bar, her chin on her hand to look up at him. “It isn’t all you have going for you. You’re kind, you’re gentle, you’re sweet. You’re so very funny that I find myself laughing until I’m hoarse. You’re safe, warm, caring and soft. You’re everything a man should be, and boy,” she pauses, mockingly blowing upwards at her face. “What a man you are, James Douglass.”

“Thanks,” he says, practically swooning at Olive as she stares up at him through those long lashes. “I promise I won’t ask for that often.” “My darling,” she says, taking his hand. “You can ask for that as much as you like and I will always be prepared to answer and to soothe your worries, hm?” He nods, his eyes suddenly sad. “I don’t know the full story,” she carries on, “and maybe I never will. But know this: I will never do what she did. I will never be unfaithful, my eye will never wander. I’ll never not be your girl. You’ll always be the only guy for me.” He leans over to meet where she is, cupping her face so she is eye level with him and kisses her so tenderly that it takes her breath away. “Gosh, I love you, Ollie.” “I love you too, sugar. Now, how about that beer?”

[confield]

will you look at this photo of my girlfriend's band performing in rochester?