#I love this beyond words

[niemernuet]

The girls are bickering 💗💗

[lesbrarians]

@silentunder5mph

baby's (not) first bonk! > commission open! <

[jkvjimin]

TAEHYUNG, NAMJOON & JUNGKOOK + memories (2014-2021) (cr. dwellingsouls, 0613data, namuspromised)

happy birthday, sky! @jung-koook 💟

[akafred32092]

"You showed up to a party wearing a dress made of spoons and said 'Why is it so noisy here?'"

-Brennan Lee Mulligan

[xinilia]

OOOOOOOOOOH THE BRAIN WORMS ARE WIGGLING

Skk typical tangled au

[viinas]

i drew this for my mental health

[certified-pinkwasher]

my daughter suddenly started allowing hugs and various other more intense forms of physical contact like a month ago and honestly i have been in heaven ever since like being able to fully hug her tiny fluffy body to my chest and actually feel her purr instead of squirming and trying to get away is actually the best thing ever

[emil1863]

where's his shirt...

[musewrangler]

This is their band cover

Photo and statement by Peter G. Arnold.

"This spring, a friend notified me that there was a family of Burrowing Owls on the eastern edge of Cheyenne. I made a beeline for the spot and was tickled to see that they were still there. This was in late June and the owlets appeared to be close to abandoning their burrows.

For several years I have developed a method of getting close shots of Burrowing Owls using a GoPro camera on a small tripod. I set the camera to take a photo every 5 seconds. Then I leave the site to allow the birds to feel more comfortable coming out of their burrows. The worst part is having to wait for hours to see whether the method produces anything of value. I took this shot on June 28th."

[ozonecologne]

rereading some of my favorite classic fan fics and again just so struck by the fact that mainstream fiction could never give me what you people give me every day for FREE. you're all the exact level of poetic and deranged that i'm endlessly searching for. no one is doing it like fic writers.

[aithusarosekiller]

Funny modern au shit again 🙏

Regulus: Oh, my brother said he can come and get me so I'll be fine to get home on my own. He should be here any second now.

Pandora: Oh it's so sweet that you two are finally reconnecting. We'd love to meet him!

Sirius, pulling up on his motorbike like a textbook androgynous rockstar and climbing off to come and hug him: Hey Reggie! Good to see you.

Regulus: Hello, thanks for coming to get me.

Barty: ......That's your brother?

Regulus: Yes?

Sirius: Hey guys!

Dorcas: JESUS FUCK

Regulus: Um, okay. Can you all stop being weird? It's just my brother.

Evan: Reggie, there is no way you, mr-I-must-order-my-socks-by-brand-and-fabric, are related to THAT.

Sirius, nodding with an arm around Reg's shoulder: I say the same thing to myself every day...

Regulus: >:(

[renaerys]

"And perish."

A Quiet Thunder by @renaerys

Art by @hallous

[plainlo-inthemorning]

Actual footage of the inside of my brain

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[stealingpotatoes]

If you could have anyone’s outfit in all of Star Wars, whose would it be?

omg either padmé's field dress or literally any of mon mothma's andor outfits <3

[smoolio]

Figuring out my designs for future fanart :)