#AWWww

[venreblogstuff]

IM GONNA PET HIM UNTIL HES BALD

god he's like a little wet rat.

kiss his forehead?

[joongdunking]

JOONG GETTING BABIED BY DUNK!!! 🥹🥹💛💛 That's Dunk baby right there! 🥹🤏

[amessformiles]

we did it joe 🥹

(it was actually just spencer & alex lowkey)

[theclownpolice]

:D

I always thought cockatiels resembled little clown babies with their rosy cheeks. ❤️ So Imma just roll with it for this months sticker design.

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!❤❤❤

[Mabli on Michael Sheen's lap and in front of them dolls of Aziraphale and Crowley]

Mabli: Daddy.

[Michael points at Aziraphale] Daddy. [and then he points at Crowley] Who's that?

Mabli: Mmmmmm. Uncle David.

[zaziki1412]

Omg this is so cool aaaaa

Pixiv DCMK (KaiShin) Translation - Amefuri-Boshi (A Rainfall Star)

by 林史也

although i am tagging this as kaishin for convenience, the author themselves didn't, so i guess this isn't really kaishin?? sorta??! it is shinichi and kaito centric though, i guess the more accurate term would be 'implied'? Yeah okay let's call it implied kaishin.

i was planning to post this on april 1st, but yk, life just sucks like that ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͠⁠°⁠ ͟⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠°͠⁠ ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

well, anyways, enjoy!!

[gravegoer]

OMG I love your last sevika work💖😍

Can we maybe have more oblivious reader ?🥹👉👈

Maybe reader being a total housewife for sevika and loving her VERY much 💖 (my girl deserve a rest )

Taking care of her ✧₊⁺

thank you for your support ! i totally agree with you, my girl needs a BREAK so heres to giving some loving to sevika when she needs it and implementing a little more oblivious reader :) + a little blurb at the end for fun <3 !!

masterlist here

You let Sevika over often. She found a kind of comfort at your home, more so than at hers. Her place was kind of.. plain. I mean, it was funded by Silco, and she's barely home to begin with, always out on missions or at the bar.

But after you offered her your key, saying, "You can come over anytime you want, I don't mind." She definitely took up that invitation. But not without teasing you.

"Want me to come whisk you away in the night, huh? I bet you'd like that."

She basically moved in with you, coming home after a particularly hard mission late at night, sliding into bed with you. You would awake at the intrusion and immediately tell her to get up so you could survey her injuries.

Sometimes you'd make her warm soup if you were alert enough, she wrapped her thick arms around you, her warm hand contrasting with the cold metallic of the prosthetic. Breathing deeply into your ear as you stirred the pot.

You just being her cute little wife made her melt.

On the nights you didn't wake, she would let you sleep in, watching the way your eyelids flutter in your slumber. Letting out a deep chuckle at your small snores. Then she would walk over to the window and light a cigarillo before you awoke.

Instead of going to the bar when she was stressed she would lay in your lap on the couch while you massaged her head, making all her worries shrink away. She groans when it feels especially good, and furrows her eyebrows when you giggle at her noises.

Speaking of massages, she loves when you rub her tense shoulders and whisper sweet things to her. Although she would never admit to it, she smiles at your adamant complements when her face isn't in view.

While your fingers work into her broad shoulders she would tell you stories about the people she has met and the places she's been. The places she wants to take you.

She tilted her head back to rest it on your chest, looking up at you with hooded eyelids as a smile adorns your face. Planting a soft kiss to her forehead you continued your motions.

She screams internally when she sees you walk around the house with a cute apron on. "Kiss the cook? Don't mind if I do," She purred, tilting your chin to plant a hot kiss on your lips.

When you asked her if she liked your cooking she was always painfully honest. Especially when it was good. She lets out a huge dramatic sigh at a good bite of a hot meal. And an even more dramatic grimace at a pinch too much salt.

When she stayed the night she would let you put her hair up in the morning, and on occasion help her get dressed. She calls you over to help her with the buttons on her vest, knowing full well she can do it herself. (She just wants to watch your cute concentrated face) Sevika indulges in the brush of your fingers against her chest, soft and gentle.

Her scent lingered when she left for the day, the dull smell of leather and something warm. She tries not to light up a cigarillo in your house often but the smell does inhabit the couch where she often lit one up while you sat all pretty in her lap.

She loved the way you felt atop her thick thighs, your legs dangling in between hers. She rubbed your thigh with her mechanical hand affectionately while she took a drag. These are the moments you savored.

One morning you woke up significantly earlier then Sevika, the dim moonlight peering through your blinds. Glancing at the clock you read " 5 a.m. " You tried to roll over, back into Sevika's chest as an attempt to lull yourself back to sleep. Her warmth radiates on your face and you try to snuggle impossibly closer so that it would spread throughout your body.

After a few minutes of tossing and turning you ultimately decided to get up. You silently cursed your forgetfulness, as the night before you stupidly forgot to draw your curtains. Slowly slipping out of bed you padded your way to the bathroom and flicked on the lights. The soft buzz of the bulb welcomed you as you fixed your messy bedhead in the mirror.

Turning on the faucet, warm water ran over your hands, after splashing it on your face you peered over at the tub. An idea popped into your head. Sevika's had a rough week and she could definitely use some relaxing before the weekend. You smirked at your bright idea. Waking up to a beautiful girl and a warm bath? What's better than that? (Nothing)

Cranking the handle of hot water you tested it, humming to yourself at the temperature. It filled the bath slowly and you watched while you sat on the edge of the tub. Thinking about how Sevika will enjoy your surprise, imagining her cute reaction, and perhaps her lips on yours. At your thoughts you almost drifted to sleep when you were pulled out of your daze by the hot steam hitting your face.

Standing up, you pulled out some soothing bath salts from under your sink, pouring a little into the bath. Swirling the water around with your hands you pumped some soap into the water, coating the surface of the water with bubbles.

When you were satisfied you tip toed back into your room, drying your hands off on your clothes. You giggled at Sevika's large frame on your bed, her snores muffled by the plush pillow on her face. You almost couldnt bring yourself to wake her up.

But you touched her gently on the arm, "Sevi, wake up," You whispered.

When she didn't respond you shook her carefully. She groaned at the intrusion and turned to face you. "What..? it's too early for this," Her husky voice grumbled. She wasn't pleased to see you standing at the edge of the bed instead of laying beside her.

"I have a surprise for you," You whispered sweetly.

This made her squeeze her eyes shut for another second and sigh before running her hands over her face, "Okay, surprise me sweetheart."

You pulled her out of her spot, the blankets pooling on the floor around her feet. Helping her stand up you lead her to the dimly lit bathroom. Her hand was warm in yours, you noted the her light squeeze when she saw what was beyond the bathroom door.

Looking up at her face you saw a small smile grace her features, highlighted by the glow of the light, "All for me?"

You smirked in pride, "Yep! I knew you'd need it. Like it, huh?"

"Always know what I need," She purred while stroking your cheek with a thick finger.

Walking over to the tub, she sat on the edge. Her two fingers beckoned you to come closer, spreading her legs so you could stand between them.

"Join me?"

thank you for the ask ! this was fun to write and i hope for more asks in the future :) my inbox is always open !! and as always reblogs and kudos are always appreciated let me know if you liked this <𝟑 .ᐟ

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[blogwithanartdog]

Lil Petey's favorite place to sleep 🤗

[otter-and-terrier]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah this is so cute whatttttttttttttttt 😭😭😭

i would cross the line, i would lose my mind

Hey friends! I haven't posted any rayllum in a hot sec, and bc I'm doing well in school right now and have a moment to breathe, here we are!!

When Rayla comes down with something, Callum spirals more than a little.

Life in Evrkynd was more difficult than he’d anticipated. Of course, it came with plenty fewer long treks and early mornings than the castle, leaving him more time to cuddle with Rayla as the sun slowly rose, and Callum was thankful for that. They only spent half the year there, and the other half in the Silvergrove with her dads.

He got to appreciate Moonshadow foods (never getting any less surprising), rituals (painting runes on her forearms and her on his back, for instance, leading to running from the ceremony giggling, drunk on the other's presence), and dances (he was just as hopeless at those as he was human ones), plants, and… everything about her was enchanting, he thought with a smile. He'd spend every day of the rest of his life learning new things about her, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

But it was arguably better getting to show her human life, the things they hadn't experienced together in those two weeks after the Storm Spire, and when they'd been too busy cooped up in the castle after Umber Tor and then retrieving the pearl.

Brown sludge, they were both fans of. She danced to music bards played around town, tied her hair up with red silk ribbons… Far too dangerously pretty and sweet and loving.

She'd loved wisteria when she'd seen the blooming trees planted and cultivated by Earthblood elves, giggling when he'd plucked a branch and tucked it behind her ear.

So the natural next step was to hang it up in the home they had when they resided here, letting her walk in after a long day of teaching swordfighting to the blossoms of purple complimenting her eyes and watching the way she lit up with curiosity and wonder, then kissed him silly when she realized.

The sniffles started a few days later. He woke up to her sniffling in her sleep, snoring all of a sudden from congestion– "I don't snore," she'd said once, when he’d asked how she didn't after the corrupted banther had attacked a lifetime ago. "Even if I'm sick. It can give away your position. So I don't do it."

"I'm pretty sure you can't just will bodily functions away," he'd teased, and handed her a handkerchief.

So snoring now may have just been a result of her feeling secure enough to, no longer in constant fight-or-flight even when asleep. Or maybe it was just that bad.

He tried to convince himself it was the former.

Rayla had grown from constantly insisting she was fine– it was only marginally better though, claiming that it was a little cold that would pass in no time.

He stopped entertaining the sliver of belief he'd held when she nearly fainted going up the stairs.

"Not a little cold," he mandated, looping one of her arms around his shoulder and helping her the rest of the way up, easing her down onto the bed. "What have you eaten today?"

Rayla coughed into her elbow, wiped her nose with her wrist. "Soup for lunch. S'posed to make you feel better."

He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "You don't feel warm. Is this some kind of elf sickness I don't know about?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not a textbook."

"You've been icky for a week," he frowned. "Shouldn't we call a healer?"

Rayla rolled her eyes. "It's nothing. I'm not dying or anything."

Callum kissed her forehead. "Compromise: If you're not better in two days, then we'll call one. Okay?"

"If it'll make you feel better."

"It will." He patted her knee and stood up. "I'll go bring you dinner, and we can have an early night. And let Soren take over tomorrow, okay?"

"Fine, Doctor."

"Doctor what? Doctor Scarf? Doctor Dork? Doctor Hottie?"

She whacked his butt and cackled. "Go get dinner, dummy."

Ao3 :)

[gleafer]

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR!

The ineffables strolling into the sunset. Snippet from my Patreon comic “Crowley’s Very Bad, No Good Day” landing in the 15th

[drama-glob]

AWWWW!!!! Sir Pentious is blushing as he tells Charlie about Cherri Bomb!!!! I love Charlie's reaction, but I find it absolutely sweet that he's telling her about his feelings/what he's about to do. Such good, supportive friends!!! ^_^<3<3<3

[stgloria]

by rhythmofmile (Instagram)

[seokminfilm]

one for me, one for her | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, kissing, physical touch, whining, mentions of dogs, seokmin is a big baby in this, seokmin calls reader baby, reader uses honey (once) & seokmin's nicknames, goofy shenanigans, someone put silly seokmin down (jk let this man live)

"Baby, you won't believe what I got!" Seokmin comes into the kitchen in a rush, breathless and cold as he strips himself of his coat and scarf. His sharp nose is reddened from the cold, and his eyes are glossy from the tears that must have come from the sharp wind. A bag dangles from his arms, and you stare at it, curious.

"Honey, what is it?" You ask, letting the vegetables simmer as you turn around to a quick kiss from Seokmin. Most of the kiss misses most of your lips and grazes your face instead, which you laugh at before Seokmin pulls your attention back to the mystery bag.

"I was at the store, right?" Seokmin starts the story quickly, and you go to the cutting board, chopping up even more vegetables as you reply with an attentive sound.

"I was looking for the ingredients you wanted me to get, I really was! I had the list out and everything─" Seokmin places one of the bags beside you on the countertop, and you pat his shoulder, giving him a silent thanks as he smiles.

"But I came across this section of frames, and since I was browsing for some new ones, got these!" Seokmin whips out the case to show off, revealing a clear-framed pair that perfectly fits his simple grey top.

"Oh, they're so cute! They're gonna look great on you, Seok." You smile, and Seokmin puts them on, giving you a model view as you giggle at his playfulness. "Very chic."

Seokmin giggles like a cute child, and you smile at him, face falling just a bit as he pulls out a matching pair. "Why do you have an extra pair? I don't need any glasses," You ask, confused, and Seokmin's smile grows wider, glancing around the room as he calls for your dog.

"Pippi! Pippi, come here, girl," Seokmin whistles for the dog, and you sigh, crossing your arms as you look at the matching case in his hand.

"Is that for Pippi?" You ask confusedly, and Seokmin stares at you like you had just said one plus two equaled five before replying with a dry, "Yes, duh."

Seokmin had his moments─sometimes he was a bit too serious about lighthearted things and therefore had to have you lighten the mood and reassure him that it wasn't the end of the world. Other times, though, he would do ridiculous things like this.

Ridiculous things like buying your tiny dachshund a pair of clear glasses, like it would wake up, and choose to wear them daily.

"Seokkie." You say seriously, and Seokmin bristles at your tone, pouting as his eyes go wide. "What? You don't think it's cute?"

You're at a loss for words for Seokmin's unbelievable and stupidly adorable actions, and you just shake your head, sighing as you give him a smile. "No, no. I think it's adorable. Go find Pippi, and let her try them on."

Seokmin's confused, slightly hurt expression changes into one of pure joy, and you can't help but melt at his happy countenance, breaking into an even wider smile as he sprints into the living room, obviously on the hunt for the dog. "Pippi, come here, baby!"

After about twenty minutes of silence on Seokmin's end, you finally finish preparing dinner and setting the table, to which Seokmin comes back with the dog in his arms. She looks uncomfortable with the glasses on the tip of her extended nose, and Seokmin frowns, looking at Pippi with sad eyes.

"I don't think she likes it, baby. Look at her face." Seokmin's voice is pouty, and you sigh, scratching Pippi's back as she stiffly moves her head toward you, trying not to knock off the frames.

"She does look cute though," You try to encourage Seokmin to smile, and he does, smiling softly as he bumps the dog up and down in his arms. "She does."

"Now, maybe we should let her go and eat dinner. We can try to wrestle them on her after, okay?" You pat his shoulder, and he relinquishes the dog to the ground, letting her leave the pretty frames on the ground as she shuffles away.

"I think she looks so cute though. Hopefully, we can get her to like them." Seokmin takes your hand in his, and you bring your hand to his cheek, rubbing it softly as you smile.

"We can try. Even if she doesn't like it, I'll wear them for you." You promise, and Seokmin kisses your lips softly, very happy as he nods.

"I like that idea, baby."