#Snorties

[cassiebones]

Kathryn Hahn at The Paley Museum: Laugh Edition

She is the cutest human alive. Her laugh is so great.

[kissingwookiees]

date nights be damned the free companion and pet enabled mount might just be enough to tie me over

[lostryu]

important: i have a new cat and his name is gargoyle.

[iolitemoth]

Ravio snorts when he laughs, i feel this in my heart

(Legend too but he hides it)

[fledercanons]

Tfw you keep scaring yourself awake with your own snoring......

[bogglebabbles]

I love Constance. The way she breathes makes it sound like there's always an 80-year-old chain-smoker doing sit-ups in the next room.

[distantsolarsystemsandsnails]

are the snails distant too? or only the solar systems

huh, i’ve never thought about it before. i think just the solar systems are distant in this case. the snails are close up. like this

but distant snails sounds cool. wait i’m gonna draw what i’m thinking. ok here it is:

a distant snail. probably part of a distant snailar system. wait fuck should i change my url to distantsnailarsystems? or perhaps snistantsnailarsnystems? eh, maybe later.

anyway, thanks for the question!

[lifetheuniverseandnothing]

They should make pepper flavoured coke

[blorboselfshipping]

Yeah yeah Wade's blood in his teeth makes him feral smile this and flirty banter back and forth while stabbing each other that but why the fuck is no one talking about the fact that Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, ultimate cool guy/poor lil meow meow depending on what era of internet youre from, SNORTS WHEN HE LAUGHS 😩

[bootleg-b0i]

So I’m telling my housemate something and I say “…yknow, women can be misogynist, men can be misandrist…”

And she goes:

“That’s called a humiliation kink”

[thegreenmeridian]

My friend’s dog Trölli is exactly this cartoon

A series

[ranger-danger]

Actually BTW if you want, most of the character vibes/aesthetics etc posts go on my side blog @ranger-lover so if you want to learn more about Calla or Ardean or 22 or Joyce (my beloved) you might enjoy looking over there.

I also have general info about them over there, OTP Epithets actually written down, etcetera.

[navybluetriangles]

[emmyrosee]

“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”

Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.

“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”

“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-

“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”

You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”

“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.

“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.

“With who? Meian?”

“Yes.”

“You could never score Meian.”

“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”

You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.

God, you adore him.

“You’re ugly.”

“I love you too.”

[crunchywho-comix]

Posts from the Vault

March 11, 2021

[woniefication]

Third Time’s the Charm NSH.Ni-ki

𝘕𝘪-𝘬𝘪 (𝘙𝘪𝘬𝘪) 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳﹔𝐹𝘭𝑢𝘧𝑓 | 𝑆𝘭𝑜𝘸 𝘉𝑢𝘳𝑛 | 𝐺𝘭𝑜𝘸 𝘜𝑝 𝐴𝘜 | 𝘐𝑑𝘰𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝘢𝑛 | 𝗙𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 muse﹔𝐖; slight cursing ~Reblogs ﹠ FB appreciated 𓈒𓈒𓈒 Masterlist. Anon request <3

It was one of those chaotic online fansigns, mid-tour, when everything blurred together. Screaming fans, laggy Wi-Fi, weird fancalls that make him want to rip his head out,neon ring lights burning into his eyeballs.

But then you popped up on screen. Not flashy. Not filtered. Just a person with a crooked smile and a hoodie three sizes too big.

Riki tilted his head, confused at first.

Then you started talking.

And laughing.

And joking around like you hadn’t just won a once-in-a-lifetime chance to speak to him.

“You look tired,” you said, eyes squinting with something like concern. “Do you run on microwaved strawberries or sheer willpower?”

He blinked. “...Both?”

“Drink water or I’ll call your mom,” you deadpanned, sipping your own like it was a PSA.

He choked on his laughter.

You didn’t ask him to wink. You didn’t try to flirt or scream. You just… were. Naturally funny. A little awkward. Kind.

He remembered your name after that. Even when he wasn't supposed to.

Now. A year later, you’re in the crowd at a fansign again—this time in person.

And at first? He doesn't even recognize you.

Because glow up? Is an understatement.

Hair styled, confidence different, something about your posture that screams I found myself and I’m thriving.

And then you laugh.

That same exact laugh. That wheezy, snorty, can't-control-it laugh that stuck in his brain like a song on loop.

Ni-ki freezes.

His pen slips.

His mouth goes dry.

Holy sh— it’s you.

You walk up like you don’t know you just ruined his whole mental stability.

Still in your oversized hoodie. Still with that little sparkle in your eye. Like nothing changed even though everything did.

“Hey,” you say, casual. “You look less tired. Guess the microwaved strawberries helped.”

He stares.

You blink. “What?”

“You’re…” He pauses. “You’re you.”

Your smile falters, confused. “Yeah…?”

He leans forward, eyes wide. “Do you know how long I thought about that call? Your jokes? You literally told me to hydrate or else.”

Your cheeks flush. “You remember that?”

“Duh,” he says, grinning now. “You’re kind of hard to forget.”

And that’s when the staff gives him the wrap-it-up sign and he absolutely ignores it because this is his movie moment, and he’s not about to let it go.

So as you turn to leave, he blurts:

“Hey—same hoodie. Different glow.”

You turn back, raising a brow.

“Still the same me though.”

And damn if that doesn’t make his heart fall out his chest.

Third Fansign. By now, you’re practically a regular. Not in the creepy-sasaeng-fan way—just in that he gets disappointed when you’re not there kind of way.

And today? You show up looking absolutely flawless.

Ni-ki short circuits. Straight-up freezes mid-signature. You’re standing in front of him like it’s nothing, hoodie tucked into a pleated skirt, lip gloss too shiny, and that same chaotic smile that got him obsessed in the first place.

“You again,” he says, barely holding back his grin.

“Guilty,” you shrug. “But you still haven’t posted proof you’ve been hydrating. So…”

“You’re never letting that go, huh?”

“Absolutely not.”

He laughs, looking down for a second to keep himself from staring. And then, before he can psych himself out-

“Hey. Can I get your socials?”

You blink. “...What?”

The table goes quiet. The fan next to you gasps. The staff flinches like someone just broke the rules of the universe.

But Ni-ki’s already pulling out a scrap piece of paper, pen still in hand, scribbling fast.

“Like—your Twitter. Tumblr. Or whatever. I just…” he scratches his head looking away.

“Wanna keep laughing,” he says, voice low. “At your posts. Not at you. I mean—not like—”

He fumbles (a baddie).

You stare at him, wide-eyed. “Are you… serious?”

He nods, looking deadass calm now. “Completely.”

“This is wildly unprofessional,” one of the staff mutters under their breath.

Riki grins. “So is falling in love with a fan, but here we are.”

You choke. The girl behind you screams. Security is like five seconds from jumping in.

But he slides you the paper anyway.

@biscoluvr19

“DM me something stupid,” he says with a wink. “I’ll know it’s you.”

And before you can even process it, he gives you one last look that could melt steel.

“Still the same you,” he murmurs, “but you’ve got me acting real fuckin different.

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