#and they feel so domestic???

[lazylittledragon]

modern au gale+cyra/dadkarios for soul healing <33

cyra should not have a phone her internet history would have her on a watchlist

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[exhausted-undead]

blah blah gay butterfly (they make me sob and wail)

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[heph]

MORE MOUSE BITES 🐀🐁

Made into a sticker! Get it here

[lotus-pear]

hngghh domestic......

[demigods-posts]

imagine the whiplash of seeing percy and annabeth being affectionate with each other around camp after watching them beat around the bush for four years. you see annabeth working on her blueprints or some shit. and percy walks over to her from the nearby field. you're fully prepared to see them skirt around their feelings like usual. and then get taken aback when annabeth flirts with him like she enjoys watching the tide in his eyes change color. so captivated by the sea she'd willingly drown in. and percy just smiles and blushes, and stares at her with love in his eyes, not even daring to hide it. he kisses her on the mouth afterward like it's as easy as breathing and says something about meeting by the lake after the campfire. and you just have to reevaluate your outlook on life over the next few weeks.

[viiennie]

Truthfully, Gojo loves being the little spoon. He loves to be held against your chest, his hand tucked underneath your chin and his nose buried into your collarbone. He also loves when he gets to interwine his legs with yours, his large hands comfortably wrapped around your waist while he does nothing else but breathe in the smell of you.

You love when you're the big spoon too. When your arms are cradling his head, your fingers entangled between his white strands, your thumb drawing circles soothingly on his scalp, you feel a warmth in your chest. You love when he's breathing steadily, the ticklish feeling of his breath on your skin sending goosebumps up and down your spine.

Most nights, you often end up being the last to fall asleep because you're too busy relishing your sweet husband.

But this night in particular, you were too busy being thankful for him. For the joy he has brought into your life, for all the moments he made possible, for all the smiles and the tears, and for being with you and loving you the way no one else could out of 8 billion people in the world.

You think back to before you met him. To the time when you whole heartedly believed you were meant to go through life alone—To when you shouldered the burden of yourself and the world's on your weak shoulders.

You were fine with it. You were fine with coming home to an empty house, you were fine with turning all the lights on yourself, cooking dinner as you tried to blink the tiredness away, and eating alone in a table with an empty seat across you. You never longed for someone to do all those things for you, because you were always taught to rely on yourself. You were always taught that time stopped for no one— that everyone had their own lives just like you.

Then came Satoru Gojo, who defied all your principles.

He wrecked his way into your life, saw how your shoulders subtly quivered under the pressure of becoming someone and lifted that burden with you as he held your hand in his.

Before you knew it, you were returning to a home with the lights already lit up and homecooked dinner sitting on the table. Before you knew it, you were coming home to him wearing a silly apron, welcoming you back with the warmest smile.

For you, Satoru Gojo stopped time. For you, he would defy fate, and fight the Gods above. For you, he would go through the depts of hell and back. And he would do anything and everyhing to let you know that, yes, people had their own lives, but you were his.

"You're my entire life, you know that right?" You remember him saying with unblinking eyes.

In that moment, he broke down all the walls built around your heart, his soul touching yours as you finally realized that you wouldn't have to be alone anymore— that the burden on your shoulders didn't have to be so heavy and that time didn't have to be such a cruel thing in your eyes.

You hadn't noticed your tears dripping onto your husbands skin and onto the sheets until he shifts up to look at you, wiping the tears uncontrollably dripping down your chin. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks with a soft voice, with those same eyes you know you'll always carry with you in your memories.

"I'm just.." You pause, feeling naked and vulnerable in that moment, "I'm just so grateful for you."

He says nothing else further, only smiling softly before he's peppering kisses all over your face. He leaves no space untouched, his lips trailing across your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your chin, until finally, your lips.

"I'm so grateful for you too, sweets. More than words could ever describe."

[lily-on-the-fence]

oh to be a shivering little floret in my Mistress's vines~

all drugged out and soft on Class A's

suddenly my mistress chuckles "oh pet! We haven't given you your Class G's yet today have we?"

And she holds her flower just above my arm, just barely touching skin

"Do you want them, petal? Why don't you take them?"

and I try to lift my arm up so the needle breaks the skin but then my Mistress's writhe underneath me and I fall, useless and limp against them again.

She looks at me with so much love and asks "oh pet, what's the matter? I thought you liked your new body?"

All I can do is look up at her and whisper "please..." my whisper drawing out into a whine as my Mistress shudders and plunges herself into me, flower petals wrapped around my arm so I couldn't shake it even I wanted to, pumping me so full of girl juice.

"What a good little pet, begging so sweetly," she croons. "You're going to be such a good little girl for me~"

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Ok, for me, Erik is the one who does the housework.

Imagine him wearing a chef's apron (strictly magenta), rubber gloves for washing dishes and a headband to hold up his magnificent hair.

domestic erik save me.......

[koipudding]

jing yuan, who loves when you’re wearing his clothes, and you return them to him. it’s so domestic and simple but he craves it. (gn reader, not a serious drabble.) reader is characterized as smaller than jy, interpret as you wish.

wc: 470

The clothes smell like you, of course. The laundry detergent you bought, your shampoo and the little scent beads you like to put in the washing machine. He doesn’t mind the musk that lingers on his old shirts after you clean the whole house, no of course not. Jing Yuan adores smelling your musk, lotion and conditioner melding together and melting into his shirt.

You go out to buy new scent beads every other month, a tiny little jar of them. Jing Yuan swears to anyone who listens that you’re doing this on purpose. Mixing your shampoo and lotion to match with the scent beads, changing the fabric softener to mess with his head (and laundry). He laments this to Fu Xuan, Qingzu, and Yanqing, who all beg you to stick to one routine before the General loses his sanity (of course, everyone groans and ignores him. they’ve had enough of his marital escapades, and they just tell him to marry you again if he’s this smitten. Thus, after a decade of marriage, Jing Yuan has rewritten his vows.) He likes these little variances in his routine, the little harmless surprise that keeps him on his toes.

(He swears it's just because you picked it out. You know it's because it reminds him that there's finally a home for him to return to.)

"I'm back, do you know what the others said during the meeting, they were planning on handing off more paperwork, but I insisted mimi and you would--" He stops in his tracks. This must be unfair. Divine Punishment? Did he anger Lan? his ancestors?

Jing Yuan sees you wearing nothing but some socks, his shorts and t-shirt (both of which hang off of your smaller frame). He runs over, pace quickening.

You yelp quietly, backing away before he pounces onto you, bearing all of his weight onto you. He can't help it, you're so cute wearing his outfit, doing laundry and making dinner.

“You smell so good.” he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the sun on your skin, lotion he bought for you, and the conditioner you've taken from his stash.

“And you smell icky.” You push him off gently, but his arms only tighten. He just got back from work, and he reeks of sweat. But you can’t ignore how your heart races whenever he gets up to these antics, and you can’t help but indulge in his whims. 

This is a regular habit. He barely removes his armor before running to you, and clings to you like a sullen child, asking about dinner and how his darling and mimi have been. You can only sigh and pat his head while he recharges in your lap (or, in Yanqing’s words: naps.) 

"thank you, for everything," He whispers into your ear, "You're doing great, sweetheart."

a/n: I was talking to a coworker abt how the only thing that brings me joy now is a 2d man (jy) and buying new scent beads/laundry scent boosters or sample perfume. then I had this idea. also that ending bit :,) sending good vibes to all with my first fic of the new yr!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Year of the Dragon!

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[smolerthanthediagram]

Troy and Abed 's new appaaaaartment!!

More doodles of them yay

I can't keep myself from imagining the summer where all of this is decided. The excitement and anticipation that must have come. The apartment hunting. Them both organising their stuff when they arrive.

[zeenmrala]

blossoming romance writing prompts:

accidental hand touching

eye contact across a crowded room

exchanging secret smiles

first conversations alone

admiring them from afar

asking them about their family

visiting them at their place of work

discovering common interests

exchanging gifts for the first time

a surprise encounter

picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)

complimenting their appearance

looking at their lips as they talk

finding excuses to be alone with each other

naturally gravitating closer together

noticing their individual quirks

hello/goodbye hugs that linger

talking late into the night

clumsy attempts at flirting

sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another

playful teasing

being unable to keep their eyes off of them

attempting to find out if they are single/available

finding comfort in their scent

creating art inspired by them

sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold

surprising them with their favourite treat

visiting their home for the first time

confiding in them

[lotus-pear]

do you guys ever think abt what if mori made chuuya and dazai room together when they became partners instead of just having dazai live in a shipping container? bc i do.

[casdeans-pie]

So it's like this: Dean gets out of bed one night to go have a pee at 3am and he's actually still half asleep when he shuffles back into the room (because there are no more monsters to hunt and he doesn't have to be alert like a feral cat anymore) but when he gets to the doorway there's a lamp on and Cas is sitting up in their bed. The lamplight is warm and inviting and the bedsheet has slipped off of Cas's bare chest and his frowny concentrating face is lit up by his phone, and Dean knows He Just Knows that Cas is playing that weird little farming mobile game that he's addicted to where he's constantly worried about harvesting his crops and feeding his cows. And it just hits Dean full in the chest that it's 3am and there are no more monsters and this is their bed and their room and their lamp and Cas is here playing his silly mobile games with the same expression he gave to reading ancient texts waiting for Dean to come back from his mid-night pee.

He gets to have this. He loves him.

Dean doesn't even realise he's crying until the image of Cas gets too blurry with tears to see anymore and he misses him and he has to roughly rub his eyes to clear them and when he looks back Cas has put the phone down and he's holding his arms open.

Dean launches himself into them.