#Im gonna cry I love them so much

[chaoticas-hell]

No body talk to me I'm having a moment

[agentplutonium]

Sometimes Sweetheart “sleep walks.”

Though, that was a stretch. They were conscious, just very disoriented. Normally, they say some nonsense and then go back to sleep. Other times, well…

Milo woke up to shuffling sounds, followed by a thud and a muffled curse. He could only guess what had caused it by the lack of warmth at his side. When he finally sat up, his Sweetheart was just getting to the door, the light from the hall being flicked on.

Milo shielded his eyes while they adjusted. "You okay Sweetheart?"

"Grilled cheese."

Milo wasn't sure if it was because his mind was still laggy from sleep, or just the fact that they answered with 'grilled cheese', but he immediately broke into giggles at the absurdity of it all. "What?"

"Grill me a cheese."

"I'm not grilling you a cheese," Milo said, it being muffled by his chuckles.

Sweetheart sniffed, as if they were tearing up. “Hungry.”

Milo tried to stifle the laughs, climbing out of bed to get to them. “Sweetheart, it’s the middle of the night.”

“I’m hungry,” they said again, their voice nearly a whine.

Now closer to them, Milo could see that his Sweetheart was still mostly asleep. They’ve had a tough week, and when this happens the unconsciously seek out comfort. Usually, this was an increase in physical contact with him, or taking an evening to curl up with their favourite blanket and book, or even ordering from their favourite restaurant. Apparently, tonight, at nearly three in the morning, they were looking for their comfort food: Grilled Cheese. Even if they were barely awake.

“You,” Milo said, gently grabbing their arms once they were close enough, “are going to come back to bed.”

“But grilled cheese,” Sweetheart said, and this time they were full on pouting. In the light from the hallway coming through the door, Milo could see that his Sweethearts eyes were shinning slightly.

“Are you about to cry?!” Milo asked, another chuckle bubbling up.

“I want grilled cheese,” Sweetheart repeated.

“You need sleep,” Milo countered, “you’re so tired.”

“No, I’m not-“ The sentence was interrupted by a huge yawn.

Milo chuckled, leaning in to kiss their forehead. “Tell you what,” He said when he leaned back. “Why don’t you try going back to sleep, and if you’re still hungry in an hour I’ll make you grilled cheese.”

Sweetheart physically perked up after that. “Promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” Milo said, knowing they won’t last half an hour in this state.

Sweetheart grabbed his hand, tugging him back toward the bed. He had just enough time to reach around the door frame and flip off the hall light and close the door again before he was dragged back to bed.

It didn’t take long for them to get settled cuddled into his side again, eyes fighting to stay open. Milo had been drawing random shapes on their arm, humming gently. It’s hadn’t been more than ten minutes, and he was sure if he kept this up they’d be back asleep in no time.

“I know what you’re doing,” they slurred after a bit.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Milo lied.

“You’re trying to put me to sleep.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Milo lied again. “I would never.”

“I’m getting that grilled cheese,” Sweetheart threatened, but it being lost in the way they could barley open their eyes.

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Milo said, a quiet chuckle following it. He leaned toward them to kiss their forehead again, Sweetheart sighing at the action. “Do you want to hear about my day?”

Sweetheart hummed in response, already forgoing words. They loved it when he talked about his day in a hushed tone. They were interested to hear about it, but listening was one of the things that could easily put them to sleep. Sometimes they’d get him to ramble to them when they were having trouble falling asleep.

So, that’s what he did now. It didn’t take long before their breathing evened out next to him. It was adorable how his Sweetheart slept. They looked so at peace, something he couldn’t say he saw often.

He leaned in again, pressing a kiss to their nose, then their forehead once more, before finally settling down and closing his eyes himself.

He’d do anything to protect their peace.

[housebonded]

[oathofkaslana]

journey crisis makes me weep my eyes out bc main trio crumbs :'') and everyone clearly loving kiana so so so much. theresa saying that kiana must be so lonely even though she puts on a happy face for everyone, everyone planning a surprise specifically for kiana :''') mei, bronya, seele, and fu hua lifting her up for the surprise :'''')

[cryptidinlaw]

[screechingfromthevoid]

You know what I love about the kiss? How fucking joyful it was. It was so light and so happy and so freeing.

The confession was so heavy and came at the last possible moment. Dorian was in his lower register, careful and eloquent. Orym had folded in on himself, shy and quiet. They have the weight of the world in their shoulders and they just needed a moment alone together. To say I love you. To let the other know. It all hinged on the moment before there was no going back.

But this. The kiss. It was after laughter and wedding planning and appreciating little things like lavender honey. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was feeling good. For whatever reason it didn't feel hopeless then. In that moment futures existed. Tomorrows existed. And Orym had one. Orym had a future and a tomorrow in Dorian.

Orym was so moved by all the happiness in the air that he confidently took Dorian by the hand to bring him out to the hall, told, then asked, him he was going to kiss him. All of Orym's fears melt away for ten whole seconds. Dorian stuttered and fumbled his words and kissed him back.

It was so cute. It was so joyous.

You know what it reminds me of? The stolen century. After Lup and Barry fall in love over years and years and they play this beautiful duet together. They lock eyes and smile at each other and steal away, running up the valley, away from it all. That moment of holding each other and just keep on not letting go.

The unrelenting giddiness of it all. The excitement. The glee. The promise of future. Wanting a future. Especially if it's together.

[clouwn-core]

*Major Book 6 Spoilers

*i loved this chapter and therefore had to create a tragic animatic for my favorite sibling duo in twst

*specifying again that this is NOT shroudcest or romantic in any way shape or form ‼️‼️‼️ shroudcest freaks dni

*favorite frames and stuff underneath the cut :3

*shroud brothers ilysm please seek therapy and find happiness

*some of the best idia ive ever drawn btw

[elysianymph]

james is very fascinated by muggle cameras. lily and regulus notice this of course and lily pitches an idea: to get james a camera for his birthday. they save up the money they need for a higher quality camera and wrap it up in a fancy box and present it to him on his birthday. the smile james gives them is worth every penny they spent.

they expected the obsession that came after. james took his camera everywhere, always taking pictures, not just of the the scenery or himself, but of his friends and family and most importantly of lily and regulus. what they didn't expect was that james had all of their photos printed and compiled them into an album, decorated it and drew little hearts and stars and flowers on it and wrote down little notes of what had happened the day the photos were taken. he revealed this album to them on their anniversary as a shared gift.

some of the many pictures james has taken of his lovers:

[hyac1nthus]

I’m going to cry they deserve the world

pspsp 👁️👁️could we get a lady brandon and alan campbell?

the silliest "we're definitely not a couple" "you proposed last week" "...we're not a couple. Definitely. Mhm" to ever exist

[kendyroy]

They have taken over my entire brain. I simply cannot think of anything else. Literally a romcom-ass call Wade did right there.

(x)

[martianluvr]

my babies my babies

[dova-kiin-got-bored]

I'm not a poet or a paleoartist but I am fucking emotionally wrecked right now.

I keep thinking of the tiny little homotherium cub found in the ice. They died thousands of years ago, lived for less than a month - but they're so loved. Of course none of us can say If they were or weren't loved in life, but they're loved in death and makes it so much more beautifully tragic. They died cold alone, freezing and barely old to walk. They were alone like that for thousands of years, but they've been found again and they're so loved.

Thousands of people know about this tiny little thing that lived thousands of years ago and we love them so much.

It's a full moon tonight where I live, light enough that when I went out to get my clothes off the line I didn't even need a torch to see. I keep wondering what that cub's life was like, for the short one it experienced. Did they have siblings? Did any of them live longer, with long enough to hunt with their mother? Was their mother dead before they were? Did they ever get to see a full moon?

This is one incoherent ramble but I'm a mess about this

[bigolboo]

*sobs uncontrollably*

Would you (Blumiere) wear this sweater? Also hi Timpani :3c

Only if Timpani lets him match with her. /j

[thetorturedlovergirl]

“My darling, I did not train my monster to protect you because I thought you could not live without me. I trained that monster because I cannot live without you”

well what if I kill myself mhm? what if laszlo’s love for Nadja is what kills me? Destroys me?

[archersartcorner]

I think the Bad Kids deserve to cry a lil. As a treat. IT’S CATHARTIC!!!!!!!!!!!

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.