#a domestic scene

[strwbryfeels]

Wild Life (1971)

Mumbo

I don't see any number I don't see an old lady

Bip Bop

Treat me like a good boy Treat me like a man

Love Is Strange

My sweet baby, love is strange Many, many people seem to take it for a game

Wild Life

You're breathing so hot A lot of political nonsense in the air You're making it hard for the people who live in there

Some People Never Know

I'm only a person like you, love And who in the world can be right, all the right time I know I was wrong, make me right

I Am Your Singer

You are my love, you are my song, linger on... You are my one, you are my own melody, You are my song, I am your singer

Tomorrow

Through the week, we beg and steal and borrow Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow

Dear Friend

Dear friend, throw the wine I'm in love with a friend of mine Really, truly, young and newly wed Are you a fool, or is it true?

[imposterogers]

u know deadpool found a way to get the footage of the honda odyssey fight from the tva and has it in his porn collection

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sublime Equine.

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[wimbledon2008]

buck and eddie are having the kind of sex where buck keeps his socks on while they do it. their first time together he goes to take them off because previous partners were weird about it but eddie notices and is like babe won't your feet get cold? leave them on. because eddie knows buck prefers to wear socks even in bed because with his long legs his pajama pants are always too short and leave his ankles exposed and now buck's sitting at the edge of the bed holding one sock and trying not to cry because eddie wants to fuck him in his socks. that kind of sex

[cheshire-chronicles]

something (more x2) about domestic sae. you typically wait for sae to return from practice. he’s used to walking in, slipping off his shoes, dropping off his bag, and seeing you in an array of places. reading in the living room; humming with sweets in the kitchen; clambering downstairs, damp and warm after an evening bath.

tonight, he finds nothing of the sort.

a quiet home, dim and still. he looks in the kitchen, the stairwell — finds you asleep on the living room sofa. you’re in an off-kilter position, like you’d tried to stay up, only to doze despite yourself.

it makes something seize in his chest. petaling open like a summer rosebud.

when he kneels on the couch, just slightly over you, you stir. blinking up at him drowsily, recognition colouring your eyes. “you’re home,” you say, with so much easy familiarity, so little surprise yet so much warmth, it makes something almost vicious consume his brimming sense of affection.

“I’m home,” he murmurs, smoothing back your hair, tousled from your nap. “you fell asleep on me.”

“I was tired,” you protest, voice still so bleary, as though you were still caught in some dream. he can’t help but want, from somewhere deep within his ribs, for it to have been about him. “I stayed up so long waiting.”

“I know. don’t have to, though. you should rest.”

“but if I want to?” you smile teasingly, just a bit.

his thumb and forefinger find your cheek, squeezing a bit too hard. not out of any desire to see your wince. it just seems to be the only way to communicate the warming in him, a bit too rough in his handling of you, saying what his words never do.

you make a protesting sound, soft and petulant. a whine. he pinches just marginally harder.

“rest,” he says again.

“want to be with you, now that you’re back.”

he huffs softly, a light breath that doesn’t disturb the equilibrium of the room. he leans over you, and your eyes flutter shut as he noses your temples, breathing in your delicacy. floral, faint, familiar. part of him wants to cherish the rose; another part wants to crush it within his palm, hold it so no one else ever could.

“we can finish your nap together, then,” he murmurs, compromising. giving your way, as you always know he will. “just for a bit. otherwise, you’ll be up all night.”

“like you wont be,” you scoff, knowingly. prying out the little secrets he holds so tight. he only bundles you closer, under the guise of hushing you while you laugh quietly, though his heart beats only that much faster.

[lordandladywhistledown]

Introducing the prettiest Polin picture (so far)

[sacredfixation]

I can’t stop thinking about how weirdly intimate this deleted scene is. Loki’s like, ‘ugh, the cream is weird’ and Mobius is like, ‘lol, shaving cream’ and it’s just this quiet little moment of domesticity in the middle of cosmic bureaucracy. Loki looks so comfortable and dare I say… happy? Like they’re in their own little pie-filled world.

And theres something so ridiculously soft about Mobius throwing out the dumb shaving cream joke and Loki, a literal god, just giggling like an idiot. Like, Mobius could’ve said ANYTHING, and Loki would’ve been like ‘hehe, you’re so funny.’ Bro was smitten over pie and banter.

[thefrsers]

#JamieClaire softness is my weakness🥹😭

[shorthaltsjester]

bear of the year (no context tlovm spoilers)

[peacockrulz]

Comic I made earlier this month. Based on a convo w/ a friend :]

bonus:

Can you tell,,,shes my favorite,,,,

[hollis-art]

wish these guys had more moments together,,, maybe even a little kiss,,, it'd be so cool

[yrsonpurpose]

#subtle touches

[khaoala]

❝Will you be my girlfriend, my naughty girl?Yes, I will.❞

LINGLING SIRILAK as FAHLADA THANANUSAK and ORM KORNNAPHAT as EARN SANITHADA episode 1 of THE SECRET OF US

[ravenclairee]

I shall live vicariously through you as we brace for some unusually cold weather for this time of year. Please write some warmth over our end of the pond. Prudence has been complaining today for her new gowns are not designed for the wet weather we have been experiencing. El and I got caught in a rain storm while reading under the apple tree in the garden the other day, we were quite well but our books unfortunately bare less forgiving damage. As you can image my mama was distraught as we edged our wet and muddied silks through the halls, those of which had only been collected from the modiste just a few hours prior. I must say with the shade of scarlet she turned, I thought she may combust entirely. I probably angered her further by laughing at her reaction but I could not help it. Yours truly, Penelope

BRIDGERTON

— 3.08 "Into the Light"

[starshapedspider]

that shadow of yours gets lighter everyday

[washimbembe]

You Only Live Once ending scene screenshot redraw