#How cute will you be?

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

I have a cute Saulustarion headcanon, if you don’t mind! I think he has trouble trancing, because of the nightmares. But when with his head on her lap, feeling her run his fingers through his curls, humming sweet lullabies in his ears, he’s finally able to rest. So that becomes a habit between them—every day, before they go to sleep, they do this little ritual, and his revéries no longer wander back to Cazador or anything is his past, but rather his future with Saulus, her warmth and her songs 🎶❣️

I hope you feel better soon! 🫂

If I don't mind?!

Actually, I LOVE IT❗ 😆💌😍💌😆

Awwwwww @pinkberrytea you are the best 🥹🥰😍

This image, oh my god 🥹🥹💗💗😭😭

It is sooooo beautiful I could cry! 💗

💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

⬆This was literally me! LITERALLY! No exaggeration! I did this!

💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

Thank you for this cuteness and love overload!

And I have to tell you, in my gameplay Saulus really does play some good night music for Astarion before the long rests 😊🤭I think he likes it 🤭

(And there is a song about how much she loves him and the owlbear cub...and some ugly sobbing song about Astarion and his security cuddly blanket 😭)

With this beautiful image in my head, I think I can really find some peace this night 😌

I should lay my head on your lap and you stroke my hair and tell me nice stories and headcanons and then everything will be fine and I can go to sleep 😊😌😴 No wait, than I'll stay awake to hear all the great stories 😆

Thank you again! You are really the cherry on top of the ice cream...or strawberry 😉🍓🍨🍒

[gongyussy]

good thing from jp twitter this week is queen of old man yaoi michiru sonoo discovering the term old man yaoi

update: somehow it got impossibly more wholesome

quick translation: おかえり: welcome home あ 終わった 終わった: ahhh, it's over! it's done! コーヒー? お茶?: coffee? tea? コ~ヒ~ ありがと: coffee, thank you~ ネクタイレア★★ ネクタイ取るレア★★★★: seeing him with a tie on, rarity level ★★, seeing him take a tie off, rarity level ★★★★ にあうな~: it suits him~

also please do follow: AraigumaSha: sensei's twitter account marureviere: maru, who does such valuable work highlighting bl manga for an international audience

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[gammija]

nothing personal but this kind of comment rlly exemplifies to me a disconnect between canon and popular fanon jmart characterization because they almost literally had this conversation in canon - except, their lines are swapped!

jon, for all his scared grouchiness, is a secret romantic, while martin, for all his forced optimism, is at his core a pragmatist

[gatorgrumbles]

For all my fellow Mr Gap simps

[kitsalami]

in another timeline

[teddybeartoji]

roomie!satoru does not know what personal space is btw . he's all splayed out on your bed while scrolling on tiktok while you're gaming, he's glued to your side whenever you go grocery shopping together (definitely hooks his arm around yours btw)(you two look like a couple like that)(he does it on purpose). aaand when you're watching a movie with him, he's either got his head on your lap, begging for you to play with his hair ooorr he's got an arm around your shoulders. he might even walk into the bathroom while you're showering just bc he needed smth from there and he literally does not even do it to be like a perv or anything, it just seems like a very normal thing to him lmao anyway this is just how he shows you that you mean a lot to him okay please let him do it he will be very sad if you shoo him away:(((((((

[nalonzooo]

shapes and gestures <3

[ladyloveandjustice]

This is literally the exact opposite logic of a guy complaining about being friendzoned in every way, but it manages to be just as incoherent. I'm impressed, Okarun.

[chiptrillino-art]

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sooo... @ranilla-bean wrote a fic The Iconoclast beta read by @faux-fires but before rana and i got to talk lots about sout eats asian clothing and khmer cuture and... i stat down... drew the first one... and the other two. enojoy?

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[sanjiafterhours]

cant stop thinking about when the strawhats were having sandwiches for breakfast and Law was like I HATE BREAD so sanji served rice cakes especially for him

[spineless-lobster]

WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT HER????? EVERYONE LETS TALK ABOUT MY GIRL ECHO!!!!!!!!

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[pricetagged]

This is so niche, so so niche, but has anyone ever heard of the 'pedal pump/car stuck girls' kink where men pay for videos of women who have car trouble?

Anyway, that's Price. I will not be taking questions.

I will, however, elaborate. The first time he sees one, it has him clenching his knuckles and sucking in through his teeth. Pretty girl flooding her engine and gazing dolefully at her dash camera, eyebrows pinched and confused. Soon, he falls down the rabbit hole.

Eventually, he settles on one creator. A smaller one, unassuming. Her footage isn't well-produced and edited. She's not made-up and plucked and preened. She looks like any of the women he drives past on the street. She's perfect—

He subscribes. Clicks on the VIP package which offers the opportunity to chat and send requests.

[27.12.24]

>>JP141CE: That blue dress is beautiful on you. Wear it in the next video.

[13.01.25]

>>JP141CE: You need to adjust your seat angle. Gonna give yourself an injury if you make a hard stop.

[24.01.25]

>>JP141CE: Take the camera out of the car, sweetheart. Let us see you pop the hood and try to fix it.

Your camera work is shaky with you clamouring out and edging around the door. But if he pauses at just the right frame—

There. Your license plate.

Got you.

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Diabetic Steve who is at a Dairy Queen with Robin after he went with her to an all girl punk band that’s she’s been wanting to see for years. Steve had been feeling weird all day but he didn’t want to bail at the last second because he knew that Robin would just cancel everything to take care of Steve.

(Steve would do the same for her).

Steve plops down into a booth while Robin goes to order them food. He pulls out his pod and winces when he sees his glucose level.

64 and going down. Not a good sign.

Just to be sure he pricks his finger and holy shit, he’s actually at 43. It’s at that moment, when Steve is wiping his finger with the alcohol wipe, that his phone decides to loudly beep to alert him that, “hey you’re crashing pretty hard and fast— take care of it soon!!”

Steve is rifling through his bag while Robin is already trying to rush their orders.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles to himself. “I’m out of fucking juice.”

His hands start to shake and Robin begins to freak out. Steve is always so in control of his diabetes, she’s never seen him like this. So, Robin does what any other person would do and grabs the largest blizzard she has ever seen on the online orders tray and runs over to her best friend.

“Here! Have this, I’m going to try to get you some apple juice!”

Steve just nods his head and slowly spoons some of it into his mouth.

“This tastes like shit, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, dingus. Now shut up and eat.”

The worker behind the counter comes over and starts talking to Robin after she sits in front of Steve. Steve can’t really make anything out right now since he’s trying to focus on making his hands work. But, he thinks he hears the mention of calling 911 and an ambulance.

Time passes a little slower after that. Steve somehow manages to get down enough of the ice cream that he is slowly rising again.

57 after he pricked. Thank god.

It’s at that moment that Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin, walks in. He went to his best friend’s, Chrissy’s, show and needed a pick-me-up after helping her lug all of her equipment back into their vehicle.

He goes over to the online orders tray and it’s empty. He doesn’t really mind waiting. He walks over to the counter and sees that the worker is extremely frantic as she sorts some shit out.

“Hey,” he starts, his fingers tapping the fake granite counter top. “Just checking, I’m here to pick up an order for Edmundo and it’s not on the tray. Do you know when it will be ready?” He flashes an awkward smile and the worker just points to the table behind him.

“We’re working on it. Your nightmare of a blizzard was needed for something else. Give us five minutes.”

Eddie nods and slowly turned around, where he sees the most gorgeous man eating his blizzard. Reluctantly, he might add. The man has on a light pink t-shirt and brown corduroy pants, thick lensed glasses sliding down his nose. The woman across from him was clad in funky colors and had a dirty blonde bob. She was talking extremely fast and gesturing with her hands a bunch.

Chrissy would love her.

He walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

“How’s my blizzard?”

He slowly looks up and Eddie is met with honey brown eyes and beauty marks for days. A straight nose and an angular jawline. Jesus Christ.

The woman looks like she’s about to say something, but the guy beats her to it. “It tastes like if a unicorn threw up in my mouth, but it prevented me from passing out. So… thanks.” He smiles. “I’m Steve.”

Eddie needs to become Steve’s husband immediately.

“And I’m in love.” He pauses and then sees the look of glee on Steve’s face. “EDDIE. My name is Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you Eddie. Are you free tomorrow?”