#I love you baby girl

[blacktrekkie]

bruce "i'm probably a woman but i'm batman so idrc about that rn" wayne

[kidlord]

PETER QUILL in MARVEL'S GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY ( 2021 )

[gingerph0bix]

Chuuya birthday WIP 🙇‍♀️

[southie187]

i only got 6 shots left, i won't miss him

give a fuck if his bitch round, she'll get popped wit him

[ohsoteary]

i didn’t know how much i could love a person until i met my niece

[vivid-bluez]

*ahem* IMAGINE DOXXING AND REPORTING PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE THEY PICKED SHIVER AND STILL END UP IN LAST PLACE 💥

For real though gg to all teams! The toxic fans on Twitter can go f themselves, have a great rest of the night everyone else!

[skyeisproductive]

YOUR intentions are pure. HERS are not. Ever.

Glad they are communicating again

[starryjax0]

exactly one second of jaskier in the new witcher trailer. truly a win for the lads

(a win being a devastating loss)

(the lads being me)

(i am devastated)

[superflaminggayelmo]

tw: pet loss Rest in Peace, Smokey 😔💔 you were very very much loved during the 19 years you were with us. So glad I got to cuddle with you yesterday, like we used to do

December 24th, 2003 ~ November 11th, 2023

[azurelemonvt]

all three of fi's forms for our rp. human form resembles a sheikah because its the cutest possible option

bonus Fi doing a honk shoo

[chiquititaosita]

YESSSSS THE THEME EATSSSSS DOWNNN VERY BADDDDDDD 🙏🙏🙏 AND HALLOWEEN IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNERRRRR !! devoured

AHHH THANK YOU AMORCITA

[coolestfinch]

i’m so emotions. goodbye succession forever

[letmeliedown]

i'm so fucking anxious i thought toast was having some kind of respiratory episode cause she was sitting with her mouth hanging open but she was actually just purring so hard she was drooling from the pleasure of sitting on a crumpled piece of paper

[moocowmoocow]

[ropebunnykant]

annabeth’s lil eyebrow raise when ares gets threatening

[abyssyby]

sylus has twin boys and one of them is shyer than the other :< baby one takes after his smug, charming bravado— speaks with a loud playful voice, emotes like a cute little cartoon and always ready for a spotlight. baby two is quieter, just wants to be held, hides behind papa's pant leg when he's introduced to new people and buries his face in mama's neck when he's asked for his name.

sylus is gone for forever (two days) before finally coming home. your voice is hoarse of repeating "papa's not home yet, angel," to little boys who want to play on their moving, talking, loving jungle gym of a father.

baby one runs headfirst towards him to play-fight— pulling at his hair and tugging on his ears— while sylus lifts him up, tickling him and blowing raspberries into his round cheeks.

baby two waits. he toddles after sylus only once he settles on the couch and sighs the stress of the day away. with great effort, he climbs up. sylus hears the squeaking stretch of leather, then feels the familiar weight on his side— a little ball of warmth nuzzling his cheek and shoulder to his papa's torso, squeezing himself under his arm to receive an embrace.

sylus responds quietly, bringing him closer and placing a tender kiss in his messy starlight hair. baby plays with the fabric of his expensive sweater, pulling and crumpling it in his little fists, just as mesmerized by the sensation as both are by the crackling fire.

baby one— a rocket— climbs on him too.

sylus has learned more sound effects since his sons were born, beyond your own favorite "bang!" when you poke his side. baby one's little fingers dig into his father's cheeks, as he goes, "pow!"

sylus lets out an indulgent play-dead 'eugh'— then a completely involuntary 'oof' as his son plops on his stomach before he slides to the other unoccupied arm. sylus's palm hovers over his head ever so slightly, making sure he lands safely. there, he also winds down and stares at the flames.

"pa?" baby two says, lifting his head. sylus turns to him— it still astonishes him how much of you he sees in his little angel's sleepy gaze. he carries your same wide, gentle look, now blinking slowly, dreamily.

"hm?"

"home?"

sylus hums. baby feels its steady rumble beneath his fingers. "mhm."

the baby nods slowly— only now understanding the word fully. connecting the dots between when mama says he's not and when he is. this is home. this feels like home. papa is home.

to that, he murmurs a soft m'kay and nestles his head back where it was before.

and you find them bathed in firelight, their white hair turned orange in its glow. his carbon copies, little lips parted, their chubby cheeks squished against their father's warm embrace. and your darling husband, head tilted back against the headrest, arms wound protectively around his sons.

you walk around, pressing a kiss to the crease between his brows before slipping a pillow underneath the base of his head. the photo you take of them stays as sylus's lock screen— until further notice.

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