#YOUR HONOR THEY ARE IN LOVE

[lambiesvault]

Hear me out

Shen Yuan dressing Luo Binge like that BUT it's like actual demonic bear fur or sumn that SY's lovely HUSBAND Liu Qingge gifted him some long while ago, maybe even before Luo Binge was a disciple.

Shen Yuan and Liu Qingge being a married couple long before the plot plots oh my heart pls

I hope parents never stop making their little kids wear those hats with pom-poms on both sides like teddy bear ears. Brightens my day every time. The winter is dark and the winds are harsh but at least there's little ewoks toddling about.

[floraisunwell]

Promise | s.r

who? post-prison!reid x ex gf reader (she's a nurse)

category: angst (bold move ig)

summary: Spencer left you 5 months ago without a word for undisclosed reasons but he comes teary eyed to your door after seeing a girl that looks a little too much like you.

based on (very loosely lol): promise by laufey. the fic does not follow the events of the song at all but i love the "if it weren't for the sight of a boy who looked just like you standing out on Melrose avenue" part right at the end so it's all on that line.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: my first fic ahhhhhhh, i'm so nervous and happy rn, this is my baby and ik there's a lot of space for improvement but i'm proud of my writing, this comunnity is full of amazing people and if it wasn't such a lovely space i would have never posted this. shoutout to @lilacsandlavenderhaze for being the first to hear my idea and telling me i should go ahead and write it; @spencersbabymama for telling me to cut the bullshit and self deprecation and post this; and to @esote-rika for being my first readerrrr. love y'all <3

dividers by @aquazero

English is not my first language pls tell me about any spelling and grammatical mistakes. enjoyy!

The air was cold and crisp, a light drizzle could be felt dampening the streets – a scene typical for this time of the year in Washington. Spencer had gone out with the team to get some drinks after a hard but successful case, he was happy, of course, the fact that they had caught the killer pleased him but everything inside the building felt overwhelming: the voices, and the drunk conversations, all the limbs touching a little too much, the overly loud music. He was out of it and to be honest he had been out of it for quite some time now, actually some months, everyone noticed how the breakup made him feel.

Funny, because he was the one to leave.

After you came back from a long shift at the hospital excited to cuddle with the love of your life (or so you thought) but the only remnant of him you found was a sticky note placed on the cover of a book you were reading at the time:

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore"

That was all he said before destroying everything you two had built over 3 years, 3 years of love, pain, and learning, 3 years of giving everything for each other, destroyed in less than 24 hours like nothing.

He hadn't been the same for a long time, though—not since prison. You didn't blame him; you tried to understand him, give him space, time, and everything one could need to heal. He was not the same, of course. You weren't expecting the same Spencer to come back, sure, but you also were not expecting whoever he had become: some cold and distant version of the person you used to know.

Your relationship with Spencer is divided into two eras: Before Millburn and After Millburn.

Before Millburn, you guys were somewhat happy. Both of you were overworked and stressed but happy. You would tell him about your work, and he would tell you about his. In the rare times, he got a day off work, he would hug you whenever he could, like he was making sure you wouldn't slip away.

After Millburn, you didn't talk much, not unless it was necessary, he didn't hug you a lot anymore, in fact, the last time he hugged you was when you went to pick him up at the correctional facility, all the emotions running high, you remember thinking he looked and smelled different, you didn't know he would be so different when you wrapped him in your arms, placed a kiss on his shoulder and whispered that everything would be fine. But everything was not fine. It was all so not fine and everyone around you two could tell. Yet you could have never imagined that Spencer, the man who made the hopeless romantic in you thrive would leave in such a disheartening way.

Back at O’Keeffe’s, the team was still at it. The count of how many rounds of drinks Rossi had paid long lost, Emily and JJ leaning suspiciously close to each other, Rossi nursing some unnecessarily extravagant drink, Garcia and Morgan somewhere on the dance floor and Hotch nowhere to be seen. Spencer had gone outside, hoping the sensory overload would ease with the fresh air, it did slightly but the agglomerate of people was no better than the one inside, so many people, reeking of alcohol, walking like zombies, and saying nonsensical things. As he was standing near the entrance, hands stuffed into his pockets, the soft rain dampening his hair, Spencer let his mind wander and it ended up where it always does: him contemplating if leaving was the right decision.

He was so deep in this thought that didn't even notice the man approaching until it happened- a hard shoulder bump that took him away from his thoughts.

"Sorry dude" the man muttered not even caring to glance back as he moved past. Spencer blinked, shocked as he watched the man move swiftly toward a small group of people nearby. A group that included you.

His heart jumped to his mouth. No - not you. But she looked like you, uncannily so. She even acted like you, the way she threw her back when she laughed or how she scrunched her nose in an attempt to put her sliding glasses in place - he could've sworn it was you.

For a fraction of a minute, he actually thought it was you. His breath caught in his throat and he took a step forward before reality sank in and he retreated. It wasn't you; it was never you.

But as he watched her wrapping her arms around the man's neck, as his hands almost automatically moved to her waist, and they both smiled like idiots in love. He couldn't help but feel like he had been stabbed and the knife was being twisted inside him. Was this some type of fucked up joke by the universe? "This could be you, bad thing you lost her" The thing is, he didn't lose you- he gave up on you which was worse because maybe if he had stayed, and tried a little harder, you would still be together.

He staggered back a few steps, and if he hadn't reached the wall, he would've fallen considering he already felt his knees buckle as all the bottled-up emotions from the past five months came crashing onto him; he was overwhelmed by his own feelings, eyes blurry with tears as a lump formed in his throat and the weight on his chest got heavier.

Blindly, almost unconsciously, he reached for his phone in the inside pocket of his jacket. His thumb hovered above your name in the contacts list. The message he typed was brief:

"Are you home?"

He didn't get a reply, he wasn't waiting for one. The moment he hit send his legs were already moving, practically running towards the street to hail a cab. He gave the driver your address, and it came out of his mouth easily, as if he had never stopped saying it.

You were in the shower when his message came through, you didn't pay the loud notification much attention, not even caring to glance at the device when you heard the familiar ding. You prioritized the small occasions you got to take care of yourself when your job is to take care of others.

Now freshly showered and in the kitchen making tea- the next step on your little routine- you hear a knock on the door, a distinct knock, a knock you could never forget, not even a billion years from now. Your heart stopped for a moment, heartbeat pounding in your ears, you didn't quite register you were moving towards the door until it was open and he was standing there, his brown eyes open wide once he registered your presence, reacting as though you opening the door was the last thing he expected. You just stood there for a few seconds, staring at each other until Spencer wrapped you in his arms like he used to, his nostrils flooding with the smell of your shampoo and body wash, smells he recognized all too well, smells that felt like home.

You pushed him away, shattering the brief feeling of happiness he had started to feel.

"What are you doing here?" You asked almost a little too loud in an attempt to hide the hurt in your voice

"I miss you" he replied eyes searching for yours.

You stood there, arms folded, trying to hide how weak those words made you feel. He had no right to miss you, not after leaving the way he did.

Why should I care? You thought to yourself. He made it clear that he didn’t care about you, but you cared, you cared so deeply that it made your heart ache.

You were not going to let him in.

"You can't just stop talking to me and then come here like nothing happened, Spence." You couldn't help using the nickname, your voice falsely steady, trying to hide the pain.

"I know, I just-can I come in?" No reply "Please"

You hesitated, gripping the door handle tighter as a tornado of emotions swirled on your chest. Anger. Hurt. Loneliness. You wanted to slam the door in his face, make him feel a small fraction of what you felt over the past 5 months. But buried beneath all these harsh feelings, there was something softer, something you felt ashamed to acknowledge: the echo of all the nights you stayed up worrying about him and what could happen in his work, all the mornings you woke up without the smell of coffee lingering through the apartment.

You let him in.

You tried to convince yourself that letting him in was about answers- you deserved an explanation, some sort of closure at least. But as you stepped aside and watched him walk past you knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

Because no matter how much he’d hurt you, part of you still longed for the man he used to be.

“This doesn’t change anything.” You muttered, as much to yourself as to him. He gave a slight nod in reply, eyes watering. Damn him and his big brown eyes.

 As you were turning around after closing the door behind you, he captured you in a hug again and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him too.

★

Somehow, he ended up asleep in your bed and as you gaze at his peaceful resting face, your mind tells you to wake him up, tell him to go home and never come back, tell him that he doesn't get to leave and reappear whenever it suits him, tell him that he can fuck off for breaking your heart like that. Yet, you don't do any of that, because your heart tells you not to.

tysm for reading, likes and reblogs are always deeply appreciated

@angellic4l it's finally here bestieee!

[whysoblue2]

Two Wild Camelias

CW SUGGESTIVE. Even if I don't know what you are talking about, it's only flowers in a field doing flower stuff. Surely the Tumblr gods won't block me...

See? Just flowers in a garden 🌹❤🌹

A little nice thing amongst all the angst I've been spewing lately, I hope it makes the divorce arc easier💙

[vanillacreame153]

Been missing them a lot lately and they just make me so extremely soft. So cozy, cuddly, comfort ineffable husbands for it is- I deeply enjoyed making this and I’ve needed to just sit down and draw so desperately😭 they are so deeply important to me. Hope you enjoy.

[uwudonoodle]

I also just died at the whole metaphor of the scene. In BOTW, it's canon that Zelda was secretly in love with Link (sometimes referred to as "holding a flame" or "carrying a torch" for someone). The very first thing that happens in the sequel is her "passing the torch" to him, and him taking it willingly. The hints in TOTK that Link is now in love with Zelda are everywhere.

of all the things about this game this is the one thing i need to talk about first because i have been going absolutely feral over This Moment for over a month

and it’s not even like omggg their hands are touching NOPE it’s that link sees that zelda’s going for the purah pad so he just wordlessly steps forward and takes the torch and there’s this Moment -- because she didn’t ask him to do it, she’s preoccupied and not necessarily expecting it -- where both their hands are on the torch at the same time and you can see the weight of it shift over to link and zelda looks at him for just a split second before she lets go. that tiny glance at him has me so fucked up. it’s so comfortable and such a human gesture and it just indicates to me how close they are now, that link doesn’t need permission to step into her personal space like this and zelda is so at ease in having him there and i am foaming at the mouth i have watched this a thousand times 

[dutchbabey]

ppl need to stop saying Harry and Draco are black cat x golden retriever. They’re both hissy cats. Are you kidding me. Harry Potter hasn’t had a moment of peace his whole life this boy is so grumpy and sassy and Draco Malfoy is spoiled and a prick and incredibly dramatic. They’re both grumpy. There’s no sunshine. They are each other’s sunshine.

[sheikfangirl]

Photobombed by his girlfriend ♥️❄️

Happy holidays everyone 🤗

[mochiobonio]

'You are so perfect, my dear Link"

[wooneygoblin]

FOR COMPARISON purposes…

your honor… it’s the longing stares…the stolen glances‼️💕

[ac3sp1d3r]

no SERIOUSLY BECAUSE WHAT IS THIS SCENE !?!?!?!?! GIRLL WHATT . IF THIS ISNT GAY THEN WHAT IS?!?!?

quick edit: good lord, merlin and merthur fans , yall really appeared outta nowhere, i love yall, and have a great day 🙏🏻

[skulls7734]

Why does the first frame look like that Bla bla bla ultrakill. I made this in like 2 days help

[yeloenk]

"this ship is cringe"

my honest realest reaction:

got my first hate comments... felt inspired🗣️🗣️🙏

made em humans coz skeletons cant kiss :'-(

ink belongs to @/comyet

error belongs to @/loverofpiggies

both human designs by mee :3

[smollkittykat]

I kind of don't like how a lot of people forget that despite all the angst and the drama around Dean and Cas they are fundamentaly best friends.

How many times did Dean say it throught the entire show? Bobby in season 6 saying "Well, you just lost the best friend you ever had."

For Bobby to say that, knowing Dean better than even Sam in some regards, how many times had Dean been sitting with Castiel on the couch in his living room?

Cas doesn't sleep, and rarely does Dean, with the Apocalypse looming right behind him.

So all they had left, in those quiet nights were each other. And they were okay with it, because they liked each other's company.

[az-roser]

Words cannot describe the need I have for RadioApple… even when it’s angst 😭📻🍎

[coveredinbutterflydust]

jesus christ