#Work has been hectic lately

[bulgariandeficit]

(I just said I wouldn’t post but look at where we are now )

You guys will NEVER guess who my favorite character is

[manyunhappygreenies]

I promise I will post art soon (Monday)

[boar-cry]

he doesn't get paid enough for this. (he doesn't get paid at all actually.)

[password-door-lock]

Saeran takes care in arranging the cheese plate, although he knows he doesn't have much reason to be so meticulous. The two of you are probably going to devour it over the course of the next few minutes— after all, both of your circadian rhythms are severely skewed after last night (or this morning, to be more precise). The RFA party ran late, and then, despite the hour, the other members wanted to spend a bit of quality time together as a group. After that, of course, the pair of you had to make the trek from the party hall in the city to your marital home in the countryside. Saeran drove, and though he assured you that he wouldn't mind it if you fell asleep, you insisted on staying awake with him, playing silly driving games until the two of you were safely in the house. After getting into your respective pajamas and brushing your respective teeth, you and Saeran fell asleep sometime around three in the morning. 

The two of you only woke up about an hour ago, ravenous, as anyone would expect, and now, here you are, combining forces to throw together a low-effort lunch. “Honey, if I sliced up an apple, would you eat it?” You ask. You threw on one of Saeran’s sweaters after getting out of bed, but otherwise, you’re still in your pajamas. This makes you look even cuter than you normally would, leaning on the counter and staring contemplatively at a basket of apples. 

Saeran regards you fondly. “I think most people just eat apples whole, don’t they, my love?” He can’t help but tease you a little. After all, you’re just so adorable.

“I don't think most people put whole apples on their charcuterie trays,” you grumble, though your eyes shine despite your apparent annoyance. Saeran can tell that you’re just making a production of it, trying to entertain him— and, to your credit, it’s working.  “What about tomatoes?”

“Anything is fine,” Saeran assures you, carefully slicing the mild brie that he picked up a few days ago in anticipation of this exact event. After the last RFA party, he learned that neither one of you is really up for cooking a proper meal the next day.  “It's like we're having a picnic,” he muses. Granted, it’s the middle of winter, so it won’t be possible to have your lunch outside, but this is the same kind of food that Ray would have prepared if he’d ever been able to set up that picnic he promised you back at Magenta. 

You grin. “In our pajamas?” 

“Hm.” Saeran looks down at his oversized T-shirt and plaid pajama pants. Although he can’t say that this was a factor of his original picnic fantasy, now that he’s actually living it, he is largely  unconcerned with what the two of you are wearing. He's happy to be comfortable, after all, and he's even happier to see you equally comfortable. “I guess so.”

“That's a great idea,” you decide, placing a pair of whole apples on the plate with the cherry tomatoes and blueberries, despite your earlier reservations. “I'll go get a blanket. We can eat on the floor.” Now Saeran understands— the ambiance of your indoor picnic is more important to you than the aesthetic quality of the charcuterie board. Truth be told, he can’t help but agree, especially considering how excited you sound.

Saeran returns your grin. There's never a dull moment with you, that's for sure. “I've never had an indoor picnic before.” It's not something that he ever would have thought of before he met you. Honestly, he spent so long daydreaming about that specific picnic in the garden that now, he cannot divorce the idea of a picnic from the image that he created in his mind. He’s glad that you can see the situation from a different angle. 

“There's a first time for everything,” you call from the living room, where you are setting up a picnic blanket on top of the rug. “Maybe somebody’ll write a book about us or something.” 

“Maybe you're right, my love,” Saeran calls back, carefully arranging the cheese on the plate. “We’re innovators, aren’t we?” As he does every time he takes a moment to reflect, Saeran finds that he feels thankful to be by your side.

[submitforher]

i miss making audios.

[bluegiragi]

hii just thought id let u know tumblr is being cringe and like, not showing me some of ur posts hnnf :( idk if it's just me struggling

I've had a couple posts get flagged for mature content (whoops) so that might be it? not super sure how tumblr enforced their guidelines so honestly I'm just guessing :P

[francoulduseaplan]

he's just resting they're both fine :)

(super quick sketch inspired by Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581 before today's episode drops and kicks my ass, enjoy!!)

[galactirabbit]

scrimblo bimblo (sexyman-ified?!)

[babygirlwolverine]

officially one more week of rotations before I am officially done with my clinical year of vet school (4 more shifts from next Monday-Thursday). 27 days until graduation. approximately 2 weeks until NAVLE scores are released and I find out if I passed and got my license or failed and have to retake the exam again in November.

so many ups and downs have happened over the last few weeks. so many high highs and low lows. some of the best days of my life and some of the most stressful moments. everything has just been so surreal and overwhelming

[emmcfrxst]

i love u guys :-)

[ichore]

https://www.tumblr.com/ichcor/752231695959408640?source=share 🎤‼️⁉️❗️❓

I imagine Judge!Reader AU in a way that very similar to Gege's when it comes to Higuruma, but obviously my Kento is a bit different.

Although Kento tries to keep it a secret, he hates being a lawyer; he hates that he didn't stay in finance in university, that he's chasing that little bit of happiness every single day that he feels when his clients wire the money for his services, and he hates that he has Higuruma on the other side and you in between.

Higuruma is more obvious to you when it comes to his beliefs and emotions: no matter how many times you tell him to leave the hopeless and helpless behind, he just can't help himself. His bank account empties just as quickly as his energy, nearly making zero money from his cases. "Pro bono? That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard" his thoughts tell him time and time again, torturing himself as to why he is the way he is. Except when he's with you.

When you enter his bathroom, the mix of hot mist and cigarette smoke makes you cough a little as you make your way to open the window. Finding him fully clothed in the filled bathrub surprises you, but you know him long enough his tortured look in his eyes explain everything you need to know. His kind heart is ruining this man, and perhaps you do the same.

Lady Justice is what Higuruma calls you; always factual, always impartial and sometimes even so ruthless when needed. He's wanted you from the second he first laid eyes on you at campus, and he wanted to be you too.

So when you decide to take away his cigarette and your lips wrap around its wet butt, he almost looks at you like a lost puppy with those dark circles under his tired eyes. You take the tiny wooden stool to sit next to the bathtub, close enough that he can lean out and rest his head on your thighs as one of his wet hands gently stroke your calf. You both stay silent as you run your fingers through his wet, raven-black locks while finishing the cigarette.

[seiwas]

this week is also looking to be busy (another out of town trip in the next few days too)! am trying to queue up as many posts as i can for the rest of the week 🥺 but i won’t be online much still 🥺 i hope everyone has a good week ahead! 💖

[freedomsbounty]

Working retail this time of year is the gauntlet run. I have a lot of things in my queue to run while I pick away at other things as the energy returns to me. Just putting up a little thing for all of that.

[flowered-mp3]

[nerdie-faerie]

Texted my mum about being asked to stay an extra 2 hours because we were understaffed, so why did she follow that text up with asking me if I'm getting enough hours? Girl they won't let me leave

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 164

Adjective: Small

Noun: Devil

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Small: of a size that is less than normal or usual; not great in amount, number, strength, or power; not fully grown or developed, or young; (of a voice) lacking strength and confidence; used as the first letter of a word that has both a general and a specific use to show that in this case the general use is intended; insignificant, or unimportant; little, or hardly any; (of a business or its owner) operating on a modest scale; (archaic) low or inferior in rank or position, or socially undistinguished

Devil: (in Christian and Jewish belief) the chief evil spirit, or Satan; an evil spirit, or a demon; a very wicked or cruel person; a mischievously clever or self-willed person; fighting spirit, or wildness; a thing that is very difficult or awkward to do or deal with; (informal) a person with specified characteristics; expressing surprise or annoyance in various questions or exclamations; an instrument or machine fitted with sharp teeth or spikes, used for tearing or other destructive work; (dated) (informal) a junior assistant of a lawyer or other professional