#My first love ♡

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[sherrymagic]

Neo Trai as KANLONG THE ECLIPSE (2022)

[fireworksgalaxy]

happy birthday, @cosmicdreamgrl 💜💕!!

[huellitaa]

honey, was it enough?... ♡ 🎀🍂🧸 ྀ𓂃 ࣪˖

[meidui]

2012!stevetony + that don't impress me much

[ambient-arena]

alecto wip ❌

[lazitos]

yogurt de frutilla :•)

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[zmbiesuga]

HEAVY HITTING ࿔*:･ﾟ

꒰ h. toma x gn!reader ꒱

° sypnosis: picking apart the pieces of hiragi toma's mind, one massage and question at a time.

° warnings: slightly ooc, fluff/angst kinda?? if you squint, hiragi refers to reader as "doll" once, you're massaging the tension from his torso so idk if that makes you uncomfy, slight spoilers?? nothing too in depth, uh cussing, no formal use of pronouns, meant to be read as the first time hiragi says "i love you" but however you interpret it is fine, 1k words

° notes: first wind breaker fic probs sucks sorry xx

"You carry so much stress in your tits." you state bluntly, fingers making deft work of the skin beneath Hiragi's chest, the pads of your thumbs pressing down and sliding in soothing motions.

He chokes beneath you on his spit, head shooting up off the pillow. The tips of his ears are bright red and his already pronounced cheekbones are now even more prominent when his jaw clenches.

"What the hell are ya on about?!" he guffaws, as if it isn't hard enough for him to remain behaved while you straddle him, "My tits? You're s'pposed to be massaging my stomach."

You shrug simply, shooting him a playful grin, “I’m getting there, jeez…so impatient…” you hum, fingers sliding lower down to his sides, “...if you stopped stressing so much, I wouldn’t have to do this in the first place. But it’s better than you overdosing on Gas-kun10.” 

“You didn’t answer my question,” he groans, the hand he has resting on your thigh squeezing it softly, “my tits? Really? And you would stress too if you—”

“Dealt with Umemiya and all your underclassmen, yes, I know,” you reply, pinching his skin and making him whine, “but that’s not what I said. You’re always stressed, it’s like…your resting state. You never allow your mind to be rid free of your burdens.”

He raises his eyebrows, clicking his tongue before softly sighing again, throwing his head back against the pillow, “...Because even if everything I worry about today goes right,” he starts, his eyes darting from the ceiling to your face, “there is always tomorrow.”

You fall silent, your eyes darting away from his and instead down to his torso. His t-shirt is pulled up to the edge of his chest, exposing his abdomen and a small sliver of his chest. You watch his toned stomach rise and fall repeatedly as he breathes beneath you, your fingers finally coming down to press into the flesh of his stomach.

You’re deep in thought for a moment before speaking again, “...You really just think all the time, huh?”

It comes off more as a statement than it does a question, which catches Hiragi’s attention. He doesn’t respond, allowing silence between the two of you for a few moments, relishing in the way your fingers massage at his skin. Sighing contently, he allows himself to relax (or, attempt to) beneath your touch. His eyes fluttering shut and his hand squeezing your thigh again.

“Of course I do,” he finally mumbles, peering up at you through a half-lidded gaze, “I think about Furin, and the town, and you. I think about everything, I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I didn’t.”

“Well it certainly wouldn’t be talking,” you snort teasingly, “you’re not exactly the best at verbalizing things, and when you do it’s normally some piece of wise advice in passing. Seriously, are you sure you’re not secretly eighty years old or something?”

“Watch it,” he growls, eyes opened fully now as he rolls them, sitting up on the bed so the two of you are face-to-face, “I verbalize plenty. There’s just some things I find hard to say, that’s all.”

“Like what?” you whisper, the tips of your noses barely a millimeter apart. You splay your hands against his torso and slide them up comfortingly one last time before removing them, causing him to shiver from the lack of your warmth. 

His own hands slide up your thighs, and wrap loosely around your waist. For a moment, he seriously considers telling you. Telling you about how scared he is of this upcoming war, how terrified he is to even think about everything he’s ever fought for come crumbling down. Even worse, how petrified he is that something will happen to you.

But instead he just shrugs, “Maybe I’ll tell you some other time,” he responds softly, and the small smile he gives you tells you not to push further, “but for now I think my stomach has finally calmed down enough to go to sleep.”

You want to keep pushing, that’s all you want to ever do with Hirgai. It’s not like the man is emotionless, he gets annoyed, and stressed, and pissed off pretty easily. But it’s like any other emotion is shoved into the deepest crevices he can find, in parts of his soul that even you can’t touch.

So, you reluctantly relent. Switching off the bedside table and crawling beside him, you wait for him to assume his position. Typically sleeping on his side with his arms crossed over his chest, but he does a whole 180 instead. Burying his face deep in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tight around your midsection.

You're shocked, to say the least. But, the feeling isn’t unwelcome. You wrap your arms around him, slowly, tentatively as if he were some sort of scared animal. It’s silent again.

“...Hey, doll?” he whispers, it’s quiet and almost shaky, but it breaks the silence immediately. 

“Yes Toma?” you respond, arms instinctively squeezing him tighter. You can almost sense the feeling that shoots up through his core, his body shaking slightly against yours.

He pauses again for a minute, and even though you can’t see his face, you can picture the glassy look in his eyes. “I love you.” he states bluntly, nothing more and nothing less. 

Because truth be told, Hiragi is bad with his words. He’s bad with verbalizing his emotions, ones that aren’t in the irritated category anyways. But whenever he does open up, even for a moment, his words ring true and hit heavy. The emotion that he tries so hard to keep to himself spilling over if only for a moment, allowing you into this piece of himself for a fleeting second.

You bask in it, as if it were a wave of gold wrapping around you in a warm cocoon. You may never know what Hiragi is actually thinking, but at this moment you understand. And you’re in no place to doubt him.

“I love you too.”

[strink-family]

Dallon keeping it real

[ryllen]

Fun with zayne ☃️🎶🎵.°

[rosekasa]

creating for a fandom from teenage years to adulthood is so special because you can see where your subconscious was through the history of your works

[goldenhypen]

⋆｡⠐ happy ✧｡♡

✴︎｡⠐ birthday ⠐⚬⋅｡

⋅｡⠐ to the kindest cutest most loving cheerful hard working greatest prettiest handsomest funniest hottest jakey sim 🦭 ⚬♡⋅｡

⎯ ⋅ ♡ ⋅ ⎯

jake, my love and admiration for you go beyond words. thank you for blessing me with so much joy and love in my life. you’re an inspiration to so many and i’m so grateful for you and incredibly proud of where you are and who you’ve become. and you deserve all the best things, or at least to have the best birthday of your life this year <3 eat well and celebrate lots my love <3 i love you and happy birthday <33

[not-totally-blind]

Missa said that this meeting in Brazil made him feel like part of a group for the first time.

Bagi said they made her feel loved and that she belonged.

 

It makes me very happy that what Quackity wanted to achieve with QSMP is being achieved, bringing together such a large group of people who otherwise would never have spoken, feel so together, so loved, and so happy.

That is (I think) what Quackity had in mind when he had the idea of QSMP, and I feel so proud and happy that he achieved it. Even if there were, there are and there will be ups and downs. Now all these people have a beautiful memory and a beautiful friendship forever.

I love QSMP

Gracias Quackity por dejarnos ser parte de esto, por dejarnos ver como esta gente tan preciosa se conocía y se hacían amigos y saber el cómo un proyecto tan lindo como el QSMP cambia vidas, tanto para la gente dentro del server como para nosotros los fans

[princessbrunette]

i just read a couple of your old anakin blurbs and we need a moment of silence for the lost beauty that is modern!anakin

his serve… i miss him

[sorcerous-caress]

she's trying her best...on the wrong account