#Sorry for the lack of posts recently

[monstrous-fusion]

You've stolen the moon, my love.

[bikananjarrus]

can i just say it felt so fucking GOOD to have good, well-executed, fast-paced (!!) lightsaber fight choreography. the fights were exciting! each character had their own distinct style that matched their abilities and size! they were fast!!!!!! hands down the best saber fights we’ve seen in live-action sw in a long time.

[readwritealldayallnight]

The first time it happened, you were doing your best to not freak out

How? How could this have happened? How could you have let it happen?

He was finally just starting to feel comfortable enough around your flat, secure enough in your relationship together, confident in this love you share, to take his mask off around you

It was such a huge stepping stone to overcome in this new partnership the two of you were still finding your solid footing in, after having fallen head over heels quickly, for him to not just lift the mask above his nose to shyly kiss you, but to pull the entire balaclava off and toss it aside the second he stepped foot through your door without a second thought

And so how in the name of anything that is good in this world, did you manage to shrink his beloved mask in the dryer?

You hadn’t even known the damn thing was in your hamper until you had already washed it with the rest of your laundry, tossed in the dryer and had pulled the shrunken item out of the pile it had somehow ended up in during his usual weekend sleepover

You were doing your best to not lose your mind, unable to believe you had gone and basically ruined something that was so important to him, borderline sacred when it came to his identity and privacy, the very thing people knew him for, and you had shrunk it to the point it was unwearable

Knowing how important honesty was to him, and simply out of ideas on how to fix this or avoid it any longer, you had come clean to Simon, presenting him with the almost comically small version of his trademark mask, already prepared with offers of buying him a new one, and stitching anything he wanted onto it for him, you could even hide a little heart on the inside of the mask just for the two of you to know it was there, anything to tug at his heart strings and get him to forgive you

Unbeknownst to you however, Simon had dozens of those plain black balaclavas, and hadn’t blinked twice when he tossed his mask into your laundry basket along with all the other clothes he’d taken off of you and himself that same night-

And so finally, by about the hundredth time you found one of Simon’s mask in your laundry, you’d tell him to either leave his stinky stuff out of your hamper, or risk another mask lost to your flat’s in-unit dryer, a sacrifice he seemed always more than ready and willing to take when it meant that that same shitty dryer was in your shared flat, your home together

[artisticxlly]

Battle of duos 💫

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

@danielhowell and @amazingphil as Jesse and James from Pokémon

[trashiiplant]

saw some warrior cat iterators going around and decided to hop on the train

(I haven't drawn cats like this since 2020 or so. sorry if they look a bit... wonky)

[royboyfanpage]

Shout out to the world's silliest guy

[iskenderix]

late night quiz shows

[teddybearty]

Evil little cuties!! 💕

[sneakobee]

Bright colors babyyyyyyyyyyyy

[duple-man]

There is a fine line between quirkiness and mental illness and I, have snorted that line. 

[vamp1rical]

I finished the book of bill and my first instinct was to redraw that one pic with bobby

[starrymarii]

GGBB babe ⚡️

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Obanai had a maddening habit of waking up at 2 a.m. every night. There seemed no explanation for this—not even insomnia, given that he could sleep fine… until 2 a.m. Though Obanai appeared to be getting enough sleep every day anyway, it was still a cause of annoyance on Giyuu’s side. Mostly because he was a light sleeper and almost always awoke when Obanai made his nightly departure of the bed and tiptoed out the room. Typically, Giyuu managed to fall back asleep sometime later. But tonight was different. Tonight, he got up, too.

Obanai had left a couple minutes ago and Giyuu searched blindly around for him. He found him in the kitchen a moment later, and waited a beat. Obanai hadn’t realized he was awake, simply watching the microwave as it warmed up a mug with who knows what inside. Instead of trying to scare him, Giyuu padded inside without trying to be quiet. Once he noticed him, Obanai stood up (he’d been leaning against the counter) and looked at him curiously.

“Giyuu…? Did I wake you?” he asked. He moved to stand in front of him, gazing up.

Giyuu shrugged, brushing away the question in favor of patting Obanai’s hair down. “Can’t sleep again?”

“Oh.�� Obanai seemed mildly embarrassed. “You’ve noticed?”

“It’s not that hard to tell. You’re usually right up against me when we sleep, so when you leave the absence is noticeable,” Giyuu explained. He planted a reassuring kiss to Obanai’s forehead as the microwave beeped. “What’s that?”

“Nothing. Hot chocolate,” Obanai hummed, retrieving the quite hot cup of chocolate milk, and holding it with both hands. He took a tentative sip, and then another when it was deemed at an alright temperature. “Want some?”

Giyuu shook his head. “It’ll keep me awake.”

“It doesn’t have caffeine, Giyuu.”

“Still.”

Obanai huffed but continued drinking it. “Your loss.”

Not really caring for it, Giyuu just watched him. They stood in silence for a long moment, words not needed just yet. It was dark, given the hour, and Giyuu was tired. He yawned once—and then again—rubbing his eyes.

“How are you not tired?” he asked, peering suspiciously at Obanai. “Are you sure that’s not caffeinated?”

“I’m sure,” Obanai insisted. “If you’re tired, go back to bed.”

“I wanna stay with you.”

But even Giyuu’s wish to remain with Obanai wasn’t enough for his fatigue, and after several attempts to stay upright, he admitted, grudgingly, that he should go to bed. He stayed one more minute, clinging to Obanai’s side and resting his chin on his head until Obanai insisted he went to sleep.

He trudged to the bedroom, sinking into the mattress. His body was quick to melt, his eyes drooping closed. He had barely any time to process anything before he promptly fell asleep.

The bed was mildly cold after both their absences, but, somewhere in Giyuu’s dreamland, he registered a sudden warmth.

Obanai crawled into the bed, slipping into Giyuu’s arms which closed instinctively around him, holding him. He struggled to bring the blankets up, bundling them up under the warmth. Giyuu seemed to relax further into the bed at that, and Obanai gazed at him with a smile playing on his lips. He should stop getting up at night if Giyuu was gonna start following him.

Gently, trying not to create too much disturbance, Obanai’s arms snaked around Giyuu’s torso. He buried himself into the embrace, deliberately steadying his breathing and closing his eyes.

“Goodnight, Giyuu,” he murmured, allowing the light pulls of sleep to tug him under.

[funkybatics]

ahhhhh imagine the cuddle sessions with mr reca 🥺🥺

hes SO smitten with u that he refuses to let you go.. even if you just wanted a midnight snack. But not to worry! he'll get Assistant Director to deliver it!! what a good girl (I care her so much)

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR ALSO CUDDLING WITH U!!!!! she has her own pillow that she sleeps on 🥺 ouh...

mr reca giving u so many kisses as u fall asleep!! idk if memokeepers themselves sleep but either way he continues to lay by you!!

[audiart]

Hey!!