#HE'S SO SOFT WTF
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DREAM SEQUENCE
There will be another song for me For I will sing it There will be another dream for me Someone will bring it I will drink the wine while it is warm And never let you catch me looking at the sun And after all the loves of my life After all the loves of my life You'll still be the one
#UGH THE TWIRLY SERENADE#HE'S SO SOFT WTF#WHY DOES THE WAY HE SWAYS HIS HEAD AROUND GIVE ME FEELINGS#not lydia coming to the realization that beets is actually into her rn#I still don't understand the dream theory#beetlejuice beetlejuice#beetlejuice 2#beetlejuice spoilers#beetlelyds#lydia x beetlejuice#beetlejuice x lydia#beej x lyds#betelgeuse x lydia#beetlejuice wedding#beetlebabes#beetlejuice
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IM BURSTING W AFFECTION RN THIS IS SO CUTE !! HEART EYES RN HEART EYES FOR HIM RN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
König likes cats
#könig IS a cat person#U CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE#he's so soft wtf#makes me wanna alsl pet him#with his cutie hair left out from the hole atop of his tshirt mask<33#könig#call of duty#(ʃƪ^3^) — [bonnie’s favs]
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rewatched the episode and i noticed that right after Hen and Karen show up to the party, Buck has this like, dejected look on his face.
and i was wondering why? but then i realized.
he's looking at Hen and Karen's outfits. and realizing they're also not in 80s themed outfits
poor baby is so sad no one is participating in his theme
#LOOK AT HIS FACE#he's literally so soft and babygirl coded wtf#no one dressed up :(#911 abc#911#911 evan buckley#evan buckley#911 spoilers
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toot toot!
#breaking my streak of dramatic af captions bc look at this. look at it. wtf was i supposed to call it. he's tootin whaddya want from me#he go TOOT TOOT on his lil trumpet i fuckgjn LOVE HIM im maxing this card im serious#lvl 60 10/10 no expense is too much for my precious boy#i found a new brush that has this rly soft charcoal vibe and i used it on this whole thing and it was SEXY it was HEAVEN#it was fun for coloring too!!! and the outfit colors are fun to color OUGHH everything made just for me <3 feeling SILLY#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#his bunny outfit sweeps like im sorry but its the best card of the event and its not even fucking close#suntails#i did one 10-pull bc i wanted the paint bonus from epel's card even tho i HATE that card#and i instead got SUPER lucky and got deuce and NO epel!!! i couldnt be fucking happier#then my job interview today never called and i was miserable again but it was an internal issue and im now rescheduled for next week#so please dear god pls guys pray i get this job. i want it sooooo bad
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thinking about crowyuan saving liu qingge from his qi deviation and disappearing before he can fully wake up so he won't be recognized (him being a demon and all), but it causes liu qingge to accidentally mistake him for shen qingqiu.
there is a massive fight during the next peak lord meeting, with liu qingge accusing shen qingqiu of saving his life and not taking responsibility for it as if it's a war crime, while shen qingqiu keeps denying he had anything to do with it and if he had saved liu qingge, he'd be rubbing it in his face every chance he got.
it escalates and escalates until liu qingge, red with embarrassment and anger, points at shen qingqiu and says "you were cradling me in your arms!" and shen qingqiu explodes.
mu qingfang tries to calm them down by saying that perhaps liu qingge hallucinated, which is not uncommon for a qi deviation, but that sets off some of the other peak lords who now start teasing him for "dreaming of shen qingqiu coming to rescue him", and of course that only makes it worse.
liu qingge refuses to let it go and starts bringing shen qingqiu his victories to try and pay off his debt, because he is an honorable man and he will not let shen qingqiu get away with this!!
meanwhile shen yuan is watching it from a distance wondering whether he made it better or worse by stepping in.
#sorry the image of liu qingge standing and shouting at shen qingqiu because he saved his life is just so funny to me#theyre arguing like ''you saved my life i am indebted to you!!!'' ''no ew wtf leave me alone??''#shen qingqiu was NOT amused#yes shen yuan DID cradle liu qingge in his arms. just picture it like ariel<3#liu qingge cant stop thinking about the feeling of gentle arms around him and a soft hand brushing the hair from his face#im telling you hes considering getting injured again just for that#part of why shen qingqiu keeps denying it also is because he knows someone else did this but doesnt want to be seen#which is incredibly suspicious#and hes trying to tell everyone like hey listen some rando saved liu qingge with an intense amount of spiritual energy and then disappeared#yall dont think that's weird???#but everyone else has an iq of 40 so theyre like ''its okay shixiong its nothing to be ashamed about''#weirdos#i love them<3#crowyuan#crowyuan au#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#liu qingge#liushen#both of em honestly#svsss au
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look at his hourglass figure whattt the what boy...
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彡 A MASSIVE PILE OF GUILT
☆. contains: tooru oikawa x gn!reader; this is called angst i think (with comfort), reader plays volleyball and oikawa comforts them after they lost a match, reader talks badly about themselves:( i'm sorry, they swear they're just really really good friends but they're also just fucking stupid wc: 4k
in the blink of an eye the loud screams and cheers transform into a disgusting mix of muffled noises in your ears. the lights are too bright and you feel like you're stuck to the ground; stuck under hundreds pairs of eyes. you can't move, you can't breathe. your arm stings, a painfully clear reminder of your fuckup.
you should've had it, you saw it coming, you had a plan and yet - here you are, watching the colorfol ball hit the wall of the big arena with a quiet thud!. your eye twitches, locked onto the missed oppurtunity in a form a sphere sit metres away from you and your teammates.
because of you.
like a statue; turned into stone, you stand in your awkward position, unable to comprehend that it's over. that it's really over. it feels like everybody is looking at you, cursing you in their own heads. is this what drowning feels like? even if you could open your mouth to try and save yourself with a big breath of air, the stifling stench of losing would surely just make you choke harder.
a palm slaps onto your shoulder and you don't have to look at the person to know who it is – a dejected captain trying to pick up their loved teammates. you can't look at them; how could you? they're trying to cheer you up while you're the sole reason you lost in the first place. they give you a squeeze, a silent plea for you to snap out of it and you comply, not wanting to humiliate them any more.
you did well!
an arm around your shoulder, you're being dragged away from the court and you taste blood – the result of biting into the soft skin of your inner cheek in order to surpress a cry. the lights are too bright and you just want out.
after the handshakes and the formalities are done, your coach gives you all a pep talk. not that it helps but what else is there to say right now. you eat in almost complete silence; the only sounds in your ears being the chewing and the crying.
you've yet to do that. your lip wobbles and your eyes are red but so far, no tears. but you know you will – it'll be the only thing you'll be doing after you've locked yourself away into your room.
good game!
you feel sick. the food in your mouth is starting to taste like vomit and the water isn't helping either. still, you refuse to stop. refuse to raise your eyes from your table to ask whether you can leave. you will sit there as long as the others do and you won't complain. you will eat the food just like the others do and you won't complain. you don't get to do that.
the hugs feel just as suffocating as the eyes. you've never felt this bad in your whole entire life. you feel bad for thinking that the hugs feel suffocating – they're literally trying to comfort you and you're blatantly refusing it. stupid. stupid. stupid.
everyone has their own things they do after a loss. some like to be alone, some like to go for a run, some like to beat the fuck out of a punch bag and some like to do watch a comedy film with their teammates. it's silly; none of them laugh during it anyway. but it helps. you know it does because you've done it with them – not this time though. and they don't pressure you; they're not stupid, they understand how it feels. you need a moment and they will give it to you.
your captain does sit you down for a second before letting you go though, calmly telling you how it wasn't your fault and how you'll get it next time. and it sucks. it sucks that you don't hear it... it sucks that nothing will make this feeling go away. you know it and your captain knows it.
their warm hand resting on your back does soothe the shivers that have been tormenting you ever since you lost the ball. and for the first time since that moment, you crane your neck, raising your heavy head to meet their eyes and now you do feel like crying. the sadness is there, but so is the same warmth, the same adoration one has for their loved ones. nobody is upset with you, nobody blames you. their hand rises from your back and goes up to ruffle your hair as you let your head fall against their chest. "you're okay."
they hold you close as your tears soak their shirt. you hear a loud sigh and you know they're holding back theirs. the shivers are back and you hiccup out a broken i'm sorry, which makes the captain pull away immediately and grab your shoulders.
"don't. it wasn't your fault. it wasn't. you can cry as much as you want but that? you're not allowed to do that." there's a certain determination in their glassy eyes and you have no other choice but to weakly nod your head before letting it fall again.
"by the way, i saw you not eat properly, so i'm keeping an extra eye on you tomorrow morning, okay?" they poke your cheek and you're thankful. "i'm gonna watch the movie with the others but i'm keeping my phone close by, so if you want company at any time, just let me know."
you raise your head back up, desperate to show your appreciation for them and nod again, cracking the world's smallest and saddest smile and they ruffle your hair again before standing up. "you're okay."
they close the door behind them and you take a minute to compose yourself. you can't seem to stop your hands from shaking though and it makes you angry. your now empty room is too quiet and your own reflection in the window is taunting you with an ugly expression. is that really how you look like right now?
you don't wanna know and you don't want to keep looking at it either. so you grab your hoodie and your wallet and make your way to the lobby of the hotel. maybe the reflection in the vending machine won't be so mean.
and it isn't. it's not mean at all. it's the exact opposite actually. from the fact that it's staring at you with rather soft eyes to the fact that it's not your own reflection.
"good game, right?" you scare yourself with your own voice – already so harsh and raspy. it comes out mean and you wince. you tear your eyes from his, focusing on the sweet drink that's locked behind the glass instead.
oikawa is never this quiet and it makes you want to hit him. make a joke. just do it. just do it already. but he doesn't. his steps are quiet as he goes to lean on the vending machine. he's nothing if not observant; he sees your shaky hands pressing the buttons with so much effort; how the lips that are usually pulled into a beautiful grin he loves so much are now wobbling, ready to spill all of your sorrows. your clenched jaw as you try to avoid his gaze for whatever reason.
please, look at me.
the vending machine dings as the mechanics push your drink to you. his eyes are unforgiving and you know he means well. you know he's not gonna make fun of you, he's not gonna tease you – not now. but you still feel ashamed, whether he says the joke or not; the joke has already been made and it's right here, standing in front of a stupid pink vending machine.
your head shakes on it's own, casting shame on yourself on it's own. the drink falls with a loud thud! but before you can kneel down to get it, a hand on your wrist stops you.
his hand is so warm and it's unusual, considering he tends to be cold almost always. he doesn't push you and let's you take a deep breath before you raise your eyes to his.
if his heart wasn't shattered before, it sure is now. your eyes are red and glassy, but mostly tired, so tired. there's no glint in them, dull and sad. his hand slips from your wrist to your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. "you did well."
your head falls back as you choke out a broken laugh. "oh, fuck off. i don't wanna fucking hear that. it makes me sick." staring at the ceiling, you shake your head again as if to rid of the words from your mind.
oikawa feels useless. he's been in your situation and yet, he can't think of anything good to say. he remembers how much he hated whenever people said that to him after their loss to karosuno. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat; everything he comes up with just makes him feel even more sick. he wants to cry because he doesn't know how to comfort you. how to make it all better.
"do you want me to stay with you?"
that's the best he can come up with. maybe just his presence will be enough when his words clearly aren't. but when you shake your head again, his heart sinks.
"that's alright. let's uh– ... tomorrow, yeah?" bringing your eyes down from the ceiling, you try to give him a reassuring smile that says i'm fine but it obviously doesn't work. you see the hurt in his eyes and you just feel bad. you feel bad for everything. you're upsetting people even off the court. you just can't help it can you?
"i'm good. i just need to be alone right now." you try again, squeezing his hand. his mouth opens but another voice cuts him off.
"oikawa!"
from around the corners emerges an angry looking iwaizumi. "here you fucking are. coach said it's bed time—"
when his eyes travel from his troublesome best friend over to yours, he swallows his words in an instant. you see the remorse wash over his face and you kind of want to laugh. it's all too funny in a fucked up way. "sorry for interrupting. hey, that was a really goo—"
good game!
he stops himself. fuck. what do you say in this situation?
"good game, i know. maybe next time it'll be a great one, hm?" the bitterness just oozes out of you without your consent, making iwaizumi wince. you feel bad.
pulling your hand from oikawa's, you kneel down to finally grab your nearly forgotten drink. "it's okay, really. i know what you mean."
another weak smile. a pathetic one. "see you at breakfast, yeah?"
oikawa shoving iwaizumi is the last thing you see as you're making your way back to your room. your hands still haven't stopped shaking and opening the door is so fucking hard. the key card slips from between your fingers—
breathe... in...
and out...
you kneel down and pick it up in slow motion as you're tunnel visioning on just getting inside the room. you hear the click! and you burst in, slamming the door shut. the ugly reflection is back and it's laughing at you and you can't do it anymore. your knees buckle from under you, hitting the soft carpeted floor as you weep. hunched over, you just look like a big pile of guilt.
clutching at your heart through your shirt, you cry and you cry, taking in raggedy breaths just to let out pathetic little sounds. everything hurts – your knees, your arms, your head, your eyes, your fingers, your legs, your inner cheek. you pretty much crawl to the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues before plopping right back down onto the floor. your nose hurts, too.
for almost an hour – you don't move from your spot, rooted and rotting into the carpet. it's pathetic. you think about how the others are watching the movie, shedding tears quietly but together, nonetheless. sick of your own actions, you push yourself up and change your clothes. you even manage to drink some water and wash your face in this half-alive state of being. a+ for effort, huh?
you bury yourself under the blanket, wishing the bed would swallow you whole instead. the tears have returned and you feel the pillow getting wetter and wetter by the second. you don't have it in you to grab another tissue though, letting the feeling of the soaked material remind you of your fuckup.
a floor and a few rooms away, oikawa can't stop pacing around. "but they said they didn't want me to go with them...."
"have you ever considered that people lie, idiot?" a tired iwaizumi replies from underneath his blanket on the bed. "especially in a situation like this. it's not like you were any better, you know."
oikawa just glares at him, although it's very hard for iwaizumi to take him seriously when he's wearing his matching plaid pj set. "but what if they get upset that i didn't listen to them?"
"but don't you wanna go and comfort them?" iwaizumi questions harshly. "don't you wanna be there for them? is your fear of overstepping more important than their well-being right now?"
oikawa thinks of your tired, sad eyes and his fingers twitch. "no."
"obviously, dick. go on, then. you have to be back for breakfast though or i'll punch you." iwaizumi states before turning away from his friend and disappearing completely under the blanket.
"you're so mean, iwa... can you not threathen to punch me every two seconds? i'm trying to be so good." oikawa mutters with a pout, grabbing his phone and his hoodie, ready to be your knight in shining armor. knight in plaid pyjamas more like.
"just go already." his friend grumbles and oikawa gifts him a small bye-bye as he's already halfway out the door. the next thing he knows, he's sprinting through the hallways, thanking himself in his head for making you tell him your room number the second he saw you this morning. he doesn't even take the elevator, instead taking triple steps up the stairs. he's also thanking himself for becoming an athlete.
knock! knock! knock!
dismissing that as just a noise from the room next door, you continue your sniffling but when the knocks repeat in a faster manner, you figure one of your teammates had forgotten their key card. so, ever so slowly you push yourself from the comfort of your bed and head over to the door while trying to wipe the tears from your eyes as to look at least a little bit more composed. you're even ready to crack a joke about them losing the card, desperate to disctract the person behind the door from yourself.
but it's not any of your teammates, nor is it your manager of your coach.
it's your oikawa instead – eyes wide open and slightly panting. "you said you don't want me here but i– fuck, how many steps can be between one floor..." he clutches his hand over his chest, the stupid comment slipping out all on its own.
for a millisecond, for a fraction of time, the corners of your lips turn upward but they fall just as fast back down, leaving you both just standing there, staring at each other.
your eyes look way worse now; way more red, way more tired, way more sad, way more dull than a mere hour ago. he should've come here sooner and he imagines iwaizumi slapping the back of his head for his mistake.
"you said you wanna be alone but i don't care."
his blunt statement catches you a little off-guard, your eyebrows furrowing but oikawa just takes it as a green light. if you didn't want him there, surely you'd tell him that right away but you've been standing here with him for a almost half a minute and nothing.
he takes a step, closing the distance between the two of you. he pushes his glasses up on his nose and fiddles with his own fingers and it's weird again. he's nervous. but this isn't about him – it's about you. whatever he's feeling right now is nothing compared to what you're feeling and he just wants to be here for you.
for a second time today, he watches your bottom lip wobble and your chest rise as you take short sharp breaths. and for a second time today, a pair of eyes feel actually comforting. he's not trying to burn you, he's not trying to take back time and alter your actions. he's merely observing instead of dissecting. he's ready to catch you when you fall.
and you do. it's hard not to when he's standing in front of you and looking at you so fondly. your head falls against his strong chest, hands tucked between your bodies as his firmly wrap around you. he takes another step inside and closes the door behind him with his foot.
he listens to you cry into him, he feels your tears on his shirt and through it, on his skin. your hands grasp onto the material, bunching it up in your fists and he just holds you tighter against him.
"you're gonna win next time, i promise" he murmurs.
but when you just sob out a but i wanted to win this time, his heart aches so bad he thinks he's going to die.
oikawa curses at himself for walking right into that one and this time he swears he feels iwaizumi slap the back of his head for real. but he has no time to pity his poor choice of words when he feels your hands clutching at him just where his heart is.
he whispers a quiet i know and you sniffle again. he starts drawing soothing circles onto your back with his palm and he feels so warm. releasing his shirt from your hold, you snake your hands around his body instead, burrowing your face even more into his chest and you faintly hear him coo. it's the first time ever that he's done it in a genuine way and it's the first time you haven't felt the need to punch him for it.
his hand rests on the back of your head, keeping you in your place as he gently sways the both of you from side to side. "i got you."
after some time, he feels you going slack against him and decides to guide you to the bed. he climbs in with you and safely tucks you into the crook of his neck and lets you cry some more as he whispers it's okay against your temple. he just hopes that he's actually helping, that his words actually have an effect. god, he hopes he's making it at least a bit better for you.
he is. he's doing more than he could ever imagine. the thick goo of guilt and shame seems to be draining out of you when you feel his lips brush against your skin. he just might be washing the it off of you with his quiet praise. his words don't sound condescending nor do they sound fake. he means it when he says that you really did do well.
the tears have dried by now and oikawa can feel your eyelashes fluttering against his neck. the long tiring day is finally catching up to you as your breathing slows. he rests his head on top of yours and presses your body indifinitely closer to his. the tips of his fingers dance across your skin, drawing little circles and hearts as he soaks in the sight of you relaxing against him under the moonlight.
"did..."
your meek voice makes him crane his neck back so he can look at you better, ready to hear out whatever complaint you have, ready to comply to whatever request you have.
"did iwaizumi send you?"
...
"WHAT?" it comes out way louder and in a way higher pitch than he'd intended it to. he immediately clears his throat but his eyebrows are still furrowed. "i wanted to come here, why would you say that..."
he still can't see your face clearly from this angle but the way your body moves, is telling him that this isn't you crying anymore. this is you laughing.
"are you– are you fucking laughing at me right now?" he questions, trying to pry you from his neck to confirm his suspicion. and he's fucking right. when you finally unlatch yourself from his body and roll onto your back, you have the tiniest, smallest smile on your lips and oikawa's mouth falls slack. "i wanted to come! i– i'm a good friend!"
it shouldn't be this funny. it really shouldn't because he is a good friend, isn't he? he's here now, holding you, comforting you; he came to you and you're now making fun of him. but you can't help it, the thought of iwaizumi "lecturing" him is silly in this moment. not that you doubt that he came here only because of that, of course. but knowing him, you just think he probably needed a push to actually do it.
oikawa holds himself up above you, observing the small freckles that adorn your face. your eyes are still red and still tired but... the small little glint is back. the same one that's always there when you make fun of him. or when you laugh.
"i literally ran here and this is how you treat me?"
"you're telling me it took you an hour to run up the stairs? i thought you were a volleyball player, shouldn't your stamina be better–" you poke at his chest (right where his heart is) and he lets out a very loud and a very dramatic gasp. "or did your boyfriend have to convince you to come over and console me?"
oikawa's lips tilt into a smirk, happy to hear you barking at him at last. "first of all, don't ever call him my boyfriend ever again–" he situates himself next to you, so his both hands are free. you should've seen this coming, too. "and second of all, you really oughta treat me better."
before you can taunt him with a good old "or what?", his hands are tickling your sides, fingers dancing along your skin as laughter bubbles up from your throat. you try to fight him off, hands clutching onto his in order to stop his torment but to no avail.
"i am... trying... to be.... a good... friend... and this is... what i get... huh..." he rasps as he continues soaking in the sound of your laughter.
"you're.... always... in it for something... that's not... a... real friend... tooru..." you breathe back with a grin and he stops. he doesn't take his hands off of you though, just resting them on your waist.
"you're spending way too much time with iwaizumi, you're both just so mean to me." he's pouting. oikawa is sitting back on his legs and he's actually pouting.
"am i gonna have to console you now?"
"yes." he deadpans.
...
you push yourself up onto your elbow and lean up to boop his nose. "you're stupid."
"no, you're stupid." he grins back.
he has his ways of getting you out of a slump, he always has. him sitting here on your tiny little bed, pouting and laughing is only merely of them. you couldn't wish for a better friend. his hands feel so warm on you and you're so grateful. sitting up, you slap your hands on his shoulders (which of course, makes him wince in a very over the top way). "thanks for coming, tooru."
he rolls his eyes. "pffft."
...
pfft?
"excuse me?" you glare at him and he decides that you and iwaizumi can never hang out ever again.
"i– i meant– yeah, of course. anything for you." he stutters out as you keep glaring at him. he then leans in closer, so much so that your noses are almost touching. "i'm really proud of you, you know."
heat crawls up from your neck and you feel the tips of your ears warm up, overwhelmed by the sudden genuine praise. but you can't let him have the upper hand. not now, not ever. he'll never let you live it down.
"your breath stinks, you know."
his eyes close with another incredibly dramatic sigh as he rests his forehead against yours but while doing so, he takes notice of your hot skin and the way you giggle, and translates it into your language –
thank you.
#everybody say hi oikawa welcome to loserville oikawa#it was gloomy outside so i ofc had to cook up some sad shit smh#first time for oikawa so yk as usual i am very nervous#is he too soft here#idk#it is what it is#wtf mickey can write#oikawa#oikawa tooru#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa tooru fanfic#oikawa tooru imagines#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#hq oikawa#haikyuu oikawa#haikyuu fanfic#tooru oikawa#tooru oikawa x reader#hq x gn!reader#oikawa x reader#oikawa x you#oikawa fluff#oikawa drabble#oikawa angst
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#yes i know everyone's giffed this to hell and back#yes i know i don't have the paid camera mod (??)#but listen!! what i do have ... is LOVE#for that last shot in particular look at how soft and confused he is!!!#BABY!!!#and when they first move in for a hug he's like 'wtf are u doing. i'm pouring out my soul here and you're trying to get physical?'#and then he fuckin ... realizes what's happening and is so startled#ignore hira's poor tail clipping through their pants#bg3#bg3 edit#astarion x tav#astarion#baldur's gate 3#worsties to lovers#oc: hiraeth
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these hyuck fansign pics
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whenever i look at this image i feel my heart being physically stepped on and squashed
#i could litchrally cry#he’s so soft wtf#phil bagged him fr#dan and phil#daniel howell#amazingphil#phandom#dapg#phan#dnp#dan and phil games#dnpg#dip and pip
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What are Clark & Bruce's love languages for each other?
I think Bruce's would be acts of service and gifts. He's a fixer, and he'll jump at any opportunity to help others, specially those he loves. Thing is, he's also a bit controlling (understatement of the century), so he'll most likely do these acts of service without asking first (same with the gifts), and I can imagine that, at least in the beginning, it'll bother Clark. But he'll eventually get that that's how Bruce shows he loves him, and he'll make a point to ask him to not intervene whenever he deems necessary.
I can also imagine a situation where Clark tells him he doesn't like expensive gifts, so Bruce's solution is to make his gifts more personalized and meaningful. Bruce would give Clark the most earth-shattering sweet gift, like something he made with his own hands and worked on for months, and he would just shrug and say "it's nothing, I just thought you would like it" while Clark is on the verge of tears.
Clark's love languages would be words of affirmation and quality time. It's canon that he doesn't shy away from telling it to Bruce how it is (more often than not, that means calling him on his bullshit), and I don't think it would be any different when it comes to telling him directly how much he cares for him and showing his affection with words. Of course, Bruce would short-circuit for a second, but he'll get used to it. I also like to think that Clark would try to make time to be with Bruce as often as he could. He would visit him at the cave and accompany him while he works, or drop by during patrol just to say hi.
#for a moment there I thought of adding physical touch as Clark's love language#but on better thought I realized neither relies on touch in the comics#regardless I still think that touch would be important for them in the sense that even if it doesn't happen often#it would be loaded and significant when it does happen#like a squeeze on the shoulder or a soft touch of hands would have a monumental meaning for them#anyway can you imagine bruce showing up one day and casually saying “hey I bought you a penthouse” and clark just stares at him like wtf xD#he makes him return it or donate it or something like that#for the other way around you can imagine clark casually dropping a “you're so cute and I adore you” and bruce having a blue screen moment#(sorry for taking this long to answer your asks I've been a bit busy and I've been working on a fic too)#superbat#bruce wayne x clark kent#batman x superman#superbat asks#superbat thoughts
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I swear every time I see anything relating to ATEEZ my eyes would always go to this man
BYE OMG WHY IS HE SO BEAUTIFUL????
This is a different type of ethereal beauty because wtf
He is a fairy 🧚
#ateez#kang yeosang#ateez yeosang#im still learning a lot more of stray kids#but i think Ateez is the next group I might get into#THIS MAN IS SO GORGEOUS WTF#why he prettier than me 😔#idk that much about Ateez btw#but is he the soft spoken one?#when I see clips of him he just seems in his own world#but like not in a bad way#ngl the first members I knew were Wooyoung and Hongjoong#I swear every time I see him I always get silenced by his beauty#this such a beautiful gorgeous man#and he be having a deep voice too#it might take me a bit to get into Ateez#but I’ll get into them sometime in the future lol#his beauty is so different from Hyunjin and Felix’s#idk how to describe it tho#a-talks#kpop
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it’s the not knowing that makes it difficult.
#ney's art#the stanley parable#the stanley parable fanart#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#tspud#tsp#tsp fanart#tsp narrator#THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SEXYMAN POLL PROPAGANDA#AND THEN I MADE HIM LOOK SOFT#*head in hands head in hands head in han—*#he looks so gentle in this one wtf did i do#no dramatic lighting and no smirk… it’s like it warped out of my art style#no no no no get him away from me before i start being unable to torment him
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Rest in Piss, you will be missed
Mr. Lonely-Pepperoni
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#dungeons and daddies#dndads s2#dndaddies season 2#lincoln li wilson#scary marlowe#normal oak#normal oak swallows garcia#taylor swift#taylor swift dndads#marco li wilson#willy stampler#my art#poor marco does not have a clue to wtf is happening actually#he’s that one tiktok audio YOU SHUT UP. IM SO FUCKING SCARED RIGHT NOW.#started drawing this as soon as the ep ended and i relistened like twice#now to draw some soft and tender marco and grant bc i feel sooo bad for marco#he’s abt to get some bad news once the kids go back to daddies and find his hubby all beat up 💀
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It's that time of the day again, where I just have a conversation with my boyfriend and end up redrawing it as Drakgo.
Have a little break from my November shenanigans.
#dr drakken#shego#I laughed my ass off and he went “why are you laugh-- oh you are going to draw this aren't you?#drakken#drdrakken#drakgo#kimpossible#drakken x shego#shegoxdrakken#dr. drakken#He is the best#That comment came outta nowhere#his hands are the softest tho like wtf I'm so jealous#how can guys just wash and become marshmallow squidhy soft?!?#heck what am I doing wrong?! i want to be that soft!!#kim possible
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Fans can cry all they want and lie about "my character gets so much hate" but the only reality here is that Elain is the only character who is shipped with an abuser and most of the fandom applauds that shit, so don't come here and say that your character is hated because you don't know shit.
#elain archeron#So tired of this shit#It's funny how the gwenriels are the ones who always support this ship#Does it say anything about them? Probably#Anti tamlain#How fucked up must your head be?#Also#She's soft and can fix it and she won't yell at him and he won't get mad at her 💀 wtf
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