#I love him so much oh my god

[captain-flint]

Tommy, what a bitch 💖 - Lou Ferrigno Jr.

[firepokemaster]

happy birthday Kakashi I love you

[m1keville]

I would sell both of my kidneys for Roger.

[Reblogs r appreciated!]

[ikram1909]

Yeah Gavi is genuinely the best friend anyone can ask for ❤️

[wingstobetorn]

I can be a lil serious...

Or I can be a lil silly!

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

so ive succumbed-

[cafecitoeddie]

ryan guzman hates buddie so much he brought up "the fans that love the whole buck and eddie thing" all on his own when asked about the fan response to the character of eddie diaz.

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Shut UP he has “left” and “right” written on the bottom of his shoes

[shadowspromise]

The World Stopped.

You return home like usual, until your boyfriend Touya notices the blood leaking from your chest.

Warnings: Touya is scared shitless, descriptions of wounds

“Welcome back, took you long eno-“

Touya thought it was another regular day. You would go on a walk and come back around fifteen minutes later. He had a strange feeling after you’d been gone for ten minutes longer than usual, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

“Hey Touya, could you, uh, help me… help me with uh, this?” you stumbled through the door, grasping your chest. Blood was seeping through your shirt and trickling down onto the floor at an alarming rate.

Touya didn’t even think. He just ran. Fast enough to catch you before you fell. He couldn’t even speak, not a single word. The only thought inside his entire body was to keep you alive.

He slung you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. The adrenaline in his veins wasn’t stopping for anything. He laid you onto your shared bed and he scrambled to the bathroom. Where was the damn first aid kit? The one you used on him every time he came home with half of his staples missing?

The second he found it he darted back into the bedroom. “Isgonnab’okayIgon”fixyou,” he spoke in a single breath, not wanting to waste his energy on useless words. He lifted up your shirt and winced when he saw the wound. Your ribs were showing, the wound was so deep.

“Fuckwheret’fuckthe-“ he could barely get words out as he tore everything out of the first aid kid. “Calm down, Touya baby, I’m probably fine…” you tried to console him but it wasn’t much help when blood started coming out of your mouth. “Shush,” Touya whined, shoving a wad of gauze into your mouth.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, this’s gonna hurt,” he held your hand as the other poured every antibacterial substance in the kit onto your wound. You cried into the gauze, but it was barely any worse than the pain you were already feeling.

Touya grabbed what was a “motherfucking ton”, as he would call it, of gauze sponges and applied it on top of your wound, then grabbed a gauze roll and wrapped a few rounds of it around your torso, using medical tape to keep it together.

“That should- should help, you stay there an’ I get medicine,” he mumbled, running back to the bathroom to get every pill bottle he could find.

“Uh, okay, uh, just take, just fuckin’ take all of ‘em…” he got one of each pill and put them in your mouth, grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand and holding it to your mouth.

“There you go, good job, you’re so good, I love you so much, just- you’ll be okay,” he slumped down to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

It was like deja vu.

All this time, he would be the one barging through the door and asking for some help with the “couple of scratches” he had littered across his body.

And every time you would panic and shove him onto the bed so you could suture his wounds, and he would laugh at your overreacting.

Now he was on the other end and understand just how damn scary it was.

You fell asleep shortly after Touya gave you the medicine, and he spent all night awake with his fingers on your pulse. All twelve hours until you woke up.

“Fucking hell, finally you woke up. How are you feeling? Better? Worse? Does it hurt anywhere else? Fuck, I didn’t even ask what happened! What the fuck happened?” Touya unleashed all the words he had been keeping inside him all night.

“I feel a lot better but it definitely still hurts…” you started to talk until Touya mumbled something about getting you more medicine. You had to grab his wrist to stop him. “Just stay here with me. You’re so dramatic,” you smiled. “Fuck you, I always say that to you when you have to fix me,” Touya flicked your forehead (lighter than usual) and sat back down next to you.

“So what have you been doing all night?” you asked, a little worried that you were being a burden on him. “Every uh, three hours I think, I changed the gauze on you, and I kept one hand on your pulse while playing on your phone with the other,” he smiled.

“Get your own damn phone,” you complained. “Nah. You’re stuck with me so you gotta deal with it,” Touya smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 💙

[shirayuucchi]

Mr CEO

[skrinkleyskrunkley]

goat man goat man :0

honestly figuring out a design for doc is so hard - and i don't want to give him hair so i simply will not lol

[revlta]

honestly just randomly found this VERY OLD (i think it’s 2022) fanarts on hb, that made me go awwww

so let it be xp

thinking about doing a redraw for some of this.. yehhhhh

upd: forgot about this one oops

[itosh1teru]

nyan

[sapphoismymuse]

the running theme of Frodo absolutely loving mushrooms is such a mood

[submissivekillers]

Norman with an over confident but bad at flirting reader?

(love ur stuff btw)

y/n: has absolutely negative rizz norman: ohhh i can't not fuck them

in all seriousness after considering it.... i kinda feel like this is the ideal pairing for norman?

like, norman is a very pretty man. he probably has been hit on before. but because of The Problems, straightforward flirting - especially if it's sexual in tone - just makes him awkward at best, and completely shut down at worst (until mother bates comes out.) the flirt in turn either ends up unsettled by him or dead (or both)

but when you hit him with the silliest line he's ever heard, the sheer combination of flattery, confusion, and amusement manages to override all of that ingrained fear and shame and he just. laughs?

and MAYBE that be kind of ego crushing, except that he's still pink around the ears and hiding his face in his hands, and even when he sobers up enough to finish checking you in he's got this sweet, almost surprised grin on his face, like he'd forgotten how good laughter felt

so. obviously you're going to have to keep flirting with him, if it means he'll smile at you like that again

crucially, there's never any sense of pressure that accompanies your flirting. in fact, for a long time i think norman would operate under the assumption that you don't mean anything by it - you just seem so pleased whenever you get him giggling and clutching his sides, and you never make a single move to indicate you want anything more, so? clearly you're just a very friendly person who likes making people laugh, and he's nothing special

of course, you are So Very Into Him and screaming internally every time you get tongue-tied and end up spouting out some insane pick-up line instead of just telling him how you feel goddamnit -

but that's also fine, in a way, because from what norman shares with you about his past the last thing you'd ever want to do is make him feel trapped by your affection, and because you still get to see that cute grin. so you learn not to mind

i think norman would really admire your confidence; you seem to move through the world so easily, whereas he has so much weighing him down. he worries sometimes that he's too boring for you, plain and shy and still fighting that voice in his ear that tells him to make you disappear. but when he expresses those thoughts to you - lightly, trying to make a joke but getting a lil too self-deprecating with it - you get so earnest, taking his hands in yours and looking at him with warm, clear eyes

you tell him how happy you are to have met him, how much you admire his dedication to the motel and to becoming a better man, how you love hearing him chatter about his new taxidermy project or the strangers who pass through the hotel, and norman starts to realize that all that terrible flirting did mean something

naturally, the pick-up lines don't stop once the two of you finally make it past the pining stage. if anything, an established relationship just makes you lay it on even thicker - but it also means norman can just kiss you to quiet you down, an arrangement that neither of you have a problem with

MAJOR bonus points if, despite all your bluster, you melt whenever the attention is returned. you catch norman on a good day when he feels bold enough to respond with some teasing of his own, and you respond by turning into a blushing, stuttering mess? oh, he's hooked

local motel owner becomes absolute menace, more news at 6

in conclusion, norman bates will let you hit if you're goofy