#and i love you for it 🫶🏻

[thefreakandthehair]

I got to see my niece again today! She’s like an hour and a half away so I don’t get to make the trip much, but lookit her face!

But she’s very different from my parents cat, who is very large and does not stop talking and loves belly rubs more than anything

(This is him before his winter weight, he does tricks for food because my dad trained him. This particular picture was taken as he was being cute in order to get a third breakfast)

Now, I imagine Eddie and Steve’s second cat to be orange. My three big reasons are 1.) Halloween colors, 2.) dark and bright fit their different aesthetics, and 3.) love me an adorable idiot and boy orange cats are all wonderful idiots. Of all the cats I had, the orange ones were the dumbest and I loved them all for it.

Steve acts like the cats are all Eddie’s, he didn’t even want them, not his job to take care of them, but he also went through all their houseplants to make sure all of them were cat safe, he gets a special locking trash can, feeds them cat safe people food when he’s cooking, and talks to them in the softest voice ever. Eddie snuck down one morning and found him making extra tiny mini pancakes as he’s making regular ones for him and Eddie, even letting their little walking shadow perch on his shoulder as he cooks because that one likes to be tall.

(Eddie has one of those pouch hoodies for the orange cat who likes to be carried like a baby all the time. It surprisingly doesn’t care about the noise when Eddie practices his music and they later find out it’s deaf. I like to think of Steve having some hearing damage - either a little or a lot - from his concussions so having a deaf cat just hits home a little more for them)

I’m making feral noises rn because a) your cats are so cute and I love them!!

and b) YOU ARE SO RIGHT. oh my God, this image of Steve making mini-pancakes for them made my heart grow three sizes, and HOH!Steve is truly my beloved. Steve tries not to have favorites (“they’re like our kids, I can’t pick a favorite!” whenever anyone asks) but he knows deep down the little orange kiddo has him wrapped around his paw!

[emmyrosee]

“But! But!”

“Baby,” Keigo chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “it’s gotta come off, I’m sorry.”

He’s not exactly surprised this is your reaction, he’s had his beard since the day you’ve met. Every cuddle you’ve shared, every word he’s spoke to you, every time you’ve looked at him, his facial hair has been there.

And now he has to shave it off.

You pout softly, “but it’s going to be so weird without it…”

He quirks a brow, “you’re not with me just for the facial hair, right?”

“No, but it does help!” you assure.

He snickers and shakes his head, “and now your loyalty is being put to the test. It’s going.”

“Fine,” you grumble. Then, you purse your lips out for a kiss, “one more kiss? Before you ruin my fun?”

“Dramatic,” he snickers, leaning down to indeed press a kiss to your lips. You toss your arms around his neck to keep him close, and he smirks as he grips your cheeks to hold you.

He entertains you for a bit, before finally pulling back with a sigh, “say goodbye, baby.”

You pout, “goodbye, the Keigo I know and love.”

“You’ll love me beardless too, I promise.” At his words, you pull a face, and he chuckles with a pinch of your cheek, ignoring the bats of your hands.

With that, Keigo traverses down the hallway.

He can’t remember the last time he was clean shaven, it was far before he met you for sure, but the idea is slightly daunting in of itself. But it’s been so long, he’s gotta start fresh, and with a roll of his shoulders for confidence, he picks up the razor and gets to work.

The process doesn’t take long, a couple of nicks on his lip from the lack of experience, and within a few minutes, the deed is done.

You’re going to be pissed.

“Babe?” He calls, swiftly exiting the bathroom.

“No.”

He chuckles, “I’m coming out. Be ready.”

“Stay in there.”

He exits the bathroom swiftly, and when you see him in your peripheral, your hands immediately fly to your eyes to cover them.

“You want to see it?” He asks, and with your hands childishly covering your eyes, you shake your head. He snickers and shrugs, “well, you’re going to see it at some point.”

“No I won’t,” you argue. “I’ll cover my eyes forever.”

“What about the kisses that you beg and plead for? Won’t those pretty hands get in the way?”

You whimper in your throat before sighing and taking your hands off of your eyes, your eyes immediately darting in search for his beard and your face scrunches.

“Ohhh, it’s a baby!” You pout, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. He laughs as you whine, “god I’m dating a baby!”

“Don’t say that, it sounds bad.”

“Keigooooo,” you whine. “If you clench hard, will it grow back faster?”

He tips his head back in mock thought, “no. I don’t think so, angel.”

“Will you try?” You plead.

He sighs dramatically before looking down at you in amusement. “You know what? For you?” He leans down to kiss you again.

“Anythin’ doll.”

[save-mohamed-family]

Please,

help me restore hope to my children's lives. I beg every father, every mother, every brother and sister, and everyone who has children in this world.

My children live in Gaza, where daily life is filled with pain and suffering. The blockade, poverty, and lack of security are harsh realities we face every day. There are no job opportunities, the water is polluted, electricity cuts last for long hours, medicine is scarce, and schools have been destroyed. My children's dreams fade with each passing day.

Please, save my children. Every 5 euros you donate brings us closer to hope, to a better life. This aid could mean providing a warm meal, buying medicine, or even securing a safe place to sleep.

Help us save our children's future, to give them a chance at life.

@sar-soor @heba-20

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[bu99erfly]

花樣年華 / IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000) DIRECTED BY WONG KAR-WAI

[earththings]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓹𝓹𝔂 ☘️🐇

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂: @twilitpoppy

[ssahotchnerr]

happy halloween 🎃

[chellychuu]

💖

[kenm4vhs]

gojo as cinnamoroll. that’s it. that’s the post.

credits to @/svtorusfav on tt for this cute thread 🫶🏻

[yourfavinthebasement]

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE are locked in the basement

[its-de]

The way he's lookinggg at herr

I feel like this is his thing, he always holds our hand close to his heart while gazing at us so lovingly 🫠❤️

[achilles-rage]

Nobody can change my mind on the fact that small innocent kisses with buck always turns into full makeout sessions and he 100% would know what he is doing every time

sigh, i want to makeout with buck like a horny teenager😔😔

he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing too, maybe when you’re both puttering around the house he’d start with innocent enough touches, maybe give you a gentle peck when he passes you, and he’d slowly build up the tension until you’re snapping and launching yourself at him.

NO WAIT and then you’d be pushing him back to sit on the couch and straddling his lap and grinding against him and you’re in a frenzy, trying to touch every single inch of his body and he’s holding your hips in place whispering “slower, slower” against your lips because he’s a goddamn tease!!!

he’s pulling away from your lips every now and then and holding your throat gently, making you slow down and catch your breath meanwhile your mind is clouded with lust and you’re practically begging him to touch you. he just holds your head far enough back that he can study your pretty eyes and puffy lips and not let you kiss him again yet.

“so desperate for it, baby. and all i did was kiss you.”

(s)creaming!!!!

[gleasonlovesjasontodd]

anytime jason has a day off and not have to go on patrol you guys spend all day in bed only getting up when you need to eat but something you particularly enjoy is when jason reads to you his soft calming voice his fingers running through your hair and he gently rubs your back as he’s reading jane austen words you lay your head on his bare muscular chest you get comfortable listening to his calming heartbeat as his soft gentle voice reads to you and makes you fall asleep when jason starts hearing soft snores from you he smiles and kisses your head as he says sweet things to you pulling the blanket over you to make sure your not cold

[rancidsugar]

Thank you love, commission for @dogsdogwoman 🧡💚 xox tysm! 😭🥰

[earththings]

𝓒𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭 ☘️🐈

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂: @twilitpoppy

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Whenever I think the Agatha fandom couldn’t possibly get any weirder, I just log onto twitter and see the actually insane things people will tweet out of their own free will.

What do you mean you took a picture of a stranger’s ass and posted it online without their consent?

What do you mean you publicly make super weird and parasocial and honestly really gross remarks about Kathryn and other cast members just to get likes and attention?

What do you mean you stalk the cast online because you have no shame or sense of boundaries?

The obsession with AI in fics and fanart, being super weird to Joe Locke, turning a blind eye to a cast member’s Zionism as well as her being a Depp apologist because you think she’s attractive, overall acting like a Salem Seven hive mind type of group. Just weird fucking behavior.

[emmyrosee]

HI EMMY!! CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!!! <3 i'd like to request family time w atsumu where they visit his childhood home for the weekend, please! <333333 (i am so predictable)

The car tires crunch over familiar concrete as the butterflies in Atsumu’s stomach start to flutter. Nothing has changed, barely down to the businesses that are still standing from when he was a kid. Behind him, Kousei rattles a toy, and Hisako talks his ear off, about how she can’t wait to play with her grandmother’s jewelry box, how her crayons are better then the ones at home, and how she makes the best breakfast ever.

Atsumu’s cheeks hurt from smiling, and he uses his hand closest to you to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking over the muscles happily, more than eager to see his family and be back at home for the next few days, his new family joining him on the trek to become one with his old.

Next to him, you’re encouraging Hisako, only to then rest your hand on top of his, squeezing him lovingly as he turns onto his street.

“Daddy, you think Kousei gon’ walk today?” Hisako asks, and Atsumu looks at her in the rear view mirror, “well, it’s a tossup, honey. But maybe Grammy has that magic to make him walk.”

“Grammy has magic?!” She asks in amazement, and Kousei squeals in excitement. “Grammy magic!”

“You said your first word at Grammy’s house,” you tell your little girl, and atsumu offers you a soft ‘thats right’ in confirmation.

“Really?” She gasps. “What I say?”

“Berry,” he says, and in the mirror, he sees her eyes light up. “Although, when you said it, it was ‘bewwy.’”

Hisako giggles and eagerly looks out the window to stare at the passing trees, bouncing in her seat as you trail down the road before turning a right, and finally the form of Miya Atsumu’s childhood home comes into view, his heart soaring at the sight.

He sees Osamu’s car parked outside, along with his two other Uncles vehicles, and he smirks as he parks behind his brother, trapping him from leaving. On the porch sits his mother in a rocking chair, and he barely opens his own door before Hisako unbuckles herself and lets herself out of the car to dash to the arms of her grandmother. “Hisako!”

You pat his thigh, “let her go. We’ll reinstate the terrors of leaping out of a car later.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, smiling and nodding his head towards the babbling Kousei in the back. “Get the little man, I’ll grab his baby bag.”

“You got it boss,” you giggle, slipping out to grab your son from the back of the car. Atsumu steps out, takes a deep breath of fresh air, and a giant grin splays on his face as he relishes in the feeling of home.