#blush trio

[grimstrawberry]

the alivest, normalest guys

+ nagant as that ben affleck meme

[ciccerone]

[sweepingboy]

Hc that Xie Lian doesn't know when Mu Qing and Feng Xin's birthdays are and they were kinda fine with it but Xie Lian himself was HEARTBROKEN when he realized he's never even asked them

[ghosttotheparty]

based on this post of mine bc i had thoughts // tw surgery mention, anaesthesia, hospital environment (not detailed its just there)

“And who are you?”

Steve pauses by the door, setting his jacket on the back of the chair next to Wayne. He looks over at Eddie, laying in his bed, covered in a blanket, his hair a messy halo around his head. His eyes are shining brightly, staring intently at Steve.

“He’s very high,” Wayne says to Steve, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I got that,” Steve says, watching Eddie roll slightly, groaning loudly. “Surgery went well?”

“Went fine,” Wayne says lightly, and Steve can see the relief in him as he leans back, eyes watching Eddie like he’s scared to look away.

“Eds?” Steve says, moving closer to the bed. “How was surgery?”

“Was fu-u-un…”

“Yeah? You had fun?”

Eddie hums affirmatively, and Steve crouches next to the bed, looking at him. There’s a bandage on his cheek, and the sight of it makes Steve’s chest ache, but Eddie’s eyes are shining brightly, glazed over as he blinks at Steve.

“Whoa,” he breathes dramatically, and Steve suppresses a smile.

“What?”

Eddie lifts a hand, and it lands heavily on the side of Steve’s face, making him recoil slightly even as he laughs. Eddie’s fingers press into his skin, kneading his cheek.

“You’re fuckin’ beautiful.”

Steve’s eyebrows fly up, and his face burns as he hears Wayne laugh quietly behind him.

“Am I?”

Eddie hums again, smiling brightly, deliriously, wriggling as he shakes Steve’s face.

“Pretty boy,” he mumbles. “Pretty, pretty, pretty boy.” He releases his cheek to boop his nose a little too hard. “Who are you?”

“I’m Steve.”

“Ste-e-e-eve…” Eddie blinks at him, poking his face again. “Stevie, Stevie, Stevie.”

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve says softly.

“Princess Stevie,” Eddie slurs happily.

“Princess?”

“Mm. Princess. Pretty princess.”

Wayne laughs quietly behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him over his shoulder. He’s rubbing his forehead and smiling amusedly, and Steve starts to open his mouth to speak, but Eddie grabs at his face again, pulling him to face him.

Eddie’s eyes are almost closed, like his eyelids are heavy, and his fingers are petting at Steve’s cheek and jaw, rubbing his stubble. (He hasn’t shaved. He’s been too stressed. He was planning on shaving tonight after getting firm confirmation that Eddie is okay, but if Eddie likes it…)

Eddie lets go of his cheek and boops his nose a little to hard. And then he does it again, and again, humming a song that Steve doesn’t recognize.

“Do you like boys?” Eddie asks abruptly, his fingertip lingering on the tip of Steve’s nose. Wayne barks out a laugh behind Steve, and Steve’s face burns, and for some reason, even though Eddie isn’t going to remember this and Wayne is right there, Steve says, “Yes, I do.”

Eddie’s face lights up, and he tries to sit up, but Steve gently keeps him down, murmuring a soft, “Stay here, Eddie.”

“You do?” Eddie asks hopefully, flopping back down and looking up at Steve, who suppresses a smile, nodding.

“Yeah.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he turns his face into his pillow, reaching up to pull his hair across his face shyly, shifting and fidgeting and wiggling, and Steve gazes fondly, contently. He hasn’t felt this calm in a good long while.

“Can I have a kiss?” Eddie asks shyly, and Steve raises his eyebrows. “Please.”

“You’re high, Eddie.”

“I’ve been higher,” Eddie says, his voice slurring, mumbly. Steve just looks at him for a moment, watching his eyes shine. “Please? I’ll be good.”

Steve’s stomach flutters, and he exhales, hesitating before he turns to look at Wayne, who’s still watching, smiling absently with his face resting on his hand. Steve raises his eyebrows, shrugging weakly, asking silently what to do as Eddie’s hand touches his cheek again.

Wayne shrugs, his smile growing, and then he points to his forehead with another shrug, and Steve sighs.

He turns back to face Eddie, who’s gazing at him blearily, his eyes glazed over.

“I won’t kiss your mouth,” Steve starts, cracking a smile when Eddie’s lips pout, his lower lip poking out, shining. “But I’ll kiss your forehead if you want.”

Eddie beams.

“Yes, please.”

Steve smiles, licks his lips, shifting on the ground as Eddie smiles up at him.

“Don’t move,” he says firmly, and Eddie nods, his body tightening and his eyes closing. He’s still smiling.

Steve takes a moment to gaze at him. At the lines in his skin from his smile, at his dark eyelashes and chapped lips. (Which Steve will kiss when he’ll be able to remember it.)

He brushes Eddie’s bangs back carefully, and Eddie inhales, his smile growing even more somehow, and then he leans close, pressing his lips to his forehead softly, leaving a lingering kiss on his skin.

Eddie sighs, still lying stiffly, unmoving, being good like he said he would, and when Steve pulls away to look at him, his cheeks are flushed pink. A second passes before Eddie's eyes flutter open, and then he's smiling so brightly his eyes are squeezing shut, and he rolls away a little bit, letting out an excited squeal that makes Steve burst into laughter.

"Wayne," Eddie calls, rolling over and looking across the room at Wayne, who's laughing even harder than Steve, covering his face with a hand. "A pretty boy kissed me, d'ya see?"

"I saw, Eds, 'm happy for you."

Eddie giggles deliriously and rolls over again, wiggling, and Steve presses his face to the side of his bed, his face hot, because even though it was Wayne's fucking idea, he forgot Wayne was watching him press the softest kiss humanly possible to Eddie's forehead, was probably watching his gaze at him before it. But Wayne is laughing, amused, and probably relieved to be hearing Eddie giggle and squeal happily after worrying for so long.

"Alright," Steve says after taking a moment to collect himself, reaching up and pulling at Eddie's shoulder. "You're gonna pull your stitches, honey, lay still."

"Honey," Eddie repeats, his eyes shining brightly, the bandage on his cheek wrinkling as his cheeks squish up under his smile. "Honey, honey, honey, honey..."

Steve's face burns again.

"You're so sweet, Stevie," Eddie says lightly, his voice mumbly. "Sweet boy. Sweetheart. Cotton candy boy."

"Cotton candy boy," Steve repeats under his breath, and Eddie hums affirmatively.

"Cotton candy. Sweet. Hubba Bubba. Bubblegum baby."

"He's a poet," Wayne quips behind Steve, and Steve turns to glare at him, but he can't fully suppress the smile that's making his face sore. Eddie is still mumbling to himself, now reaching up to rub Steve's face again.

"Sweet like iced tea. Like a lollipop." He giggles to himself, pressing his fingers into Steve's cheek again. "Wanna lick you."

A laugh bursts out of Wayne, and Steve's face floods with heat.

"Oh my god."

Eddie giggles.

He asks to hold Steve's hand after rambling a little while longer, after comparing Steve to cake frosting and strawberries and honeysuckle blossoms, and Steve lets him take it, watches their fingers lace and twist together, and Wayne finally brings a chair over to him with Eddie doesn't want to let go. Wayne kisses Eddie's head when he says goodnight, and then he kisses the top of Steve's. It makes Steve's eyes burn and fill with tears that he refuses to let fall until after the door's shut behind Wayne.

Eddie asks if he's okay, eyes filled with concern, and his fingers tighten on Steve's. Steve wipes his face and smiles, telling him he's fine. No one's kissed me like that in a long while. Eddie sighs and relaxes, still gazing at him. Tells him Wayne does it all the time, and he'd probably do it to Steve if he wants him to.

"I can kiss you like that if you want," he offers kindly, sleepily. Steve raises his hand to his lips and kisses his knuckles.

"Tomorrow."

"Okay."

(Eddie doesn't remember anything when he wakes up the next day, but when he opens his eyes to find Steve resting his head next to him on his bed and Steve's fingers twisted around his, he certainly doesn't complain.)

[mcnotok]

For the expressions, how about Horror?

And here’s the blank template, @gingisauce!

[stellocchia]

Some more incorrect quotes for Color and Killer, now with the Bad Sanses extended family in the mix! (Aka, them if Color keeps stealing Nightmare's henchman)

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Killer: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Color: Hi.

Killer: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

-

Killer, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Color, the love of my life, for telling me Dust was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

-

Cross: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

Killer: Mood

Color: Therapy, both of you

-

Horror: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. And I started thinking. Like, it was just trying to get food. What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?

Killer: Are you ok?

-

Dust, skipping rocks on a lake with Killer: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Killer: Yeah, it is.

Killer: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

-

*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting*

Color: *walks in and sits on Killer’s lap*

The Squad: …

Dust: Why are you sitting there?

Color: There’s no free seats!

Dust: But we made sure there was enough room for-

Killer: *hugs Color tightly* There are no free seats.

-

Color: But what about Cross?

Killer: Don't worry about him. I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

-

Horror, gesturing to Killer: Cross, look what you did! You made Mom upset!

Dust: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry!

Cross: I’m sorry Mom... :(

Killer, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

-

Horror: Hey, Color?

Color: Yeah?

Horror: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Color:

Color: Where’s Dust?

-

Dust: That shirt looks great, Color.

Color: Thanks.

Dust: But I bet it would look even better on Killer's floor.

Killer: Are you hitting on Color... for me?

[mochiajclayne]

What I've noticed in Law-Kid-Luffy dynamic that never fails to make me laugh is the part where if it's Luffy and Law, they don't bicker at all but they do share shenanigans like Law unintentionally misguiding Luffy about Kin'emon or Luffy complaining to Law after being falsely accused of stealing from the farm in Kuri. However, put Kid in the room with either Luffy or Law and it's chaos. Luffy and Kid way back in Udon is them being competitive. Law riles up Kid through teasing him. The cherry on top is that Kid would instigate shit and Luffy would retaliate then Law adds fuel into that fire but then goes off as the one with the functioning braincell which in turn, Kid and Luffy would snap at him and it's an endless amusing cycle.

[aengelren]

New illustration for the 4 day countdown

[xero013]

Sweetness

They can be apri-corny together (Nimbasa trio)

[james-kojirou]

I love seeing James so flustered in the game 'Pokémon Masters 💕💕💕

[imminent-danger-came]

Whats the thing that tipped it romantic for you in shadowpeach? Mine was macaque calling wukong a gem (pretty gem in spanish) and i know lots of people was the sun and the moon, but you said it was the s4 specials for you

s4 specials for sure! Their argument in 4x11 is what made it click in my brain.

I think a lot of what we see before then can be interpreted in a very platonic fashion, and for me personally I don't read the "You are such a gem" line as romantic. Macaque is a dramatic theater kid, and he's pretty antagonizing, so nothing ever made me think "oh. they're exes".

Even in 2x07 with the whole "sun and the moon" bit, Macaque and Wukong's past dynamic is compared to MK and Wukong's current one, as well as to MK and his friends ("The moment the hero got real power, he couldn't care less about his friends! That's you bud.").

Then 4x11 gives us added context on what their relationship had been before everything, and it's like: oh. There's more than friendship there. But there's also more than romance there.

Honestly, I don't even think they knew what they were, but either way their broken relationship hurt both of them. The bitter feelings they both have for one another show, and maybe now they can get to working past that and understanding themselves and their relationship better.

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Your top 5 ships in jjk 👀

Itafushi. They are adorable together.

Nobamaki. Violent lesbians for the win.

Satosugu. They’re tragic and so horrible individually that they’re meant for each other. Thank god the two worst people you’ve ever met are soulmates because it would be tragic for anyone else to be with them. Please god communicate.

Nanago. Now that we've established that it's tragic if absolutely anyone else has to get involved with satosugu than each other, let's make Nanami do it. Like him against your will king <3.

InuOkko. I just think they're cute together. They're both giant simps for the other. It's soft and sweet.

[ciccerone]

Hyrule beach episode by Robishi

[tenseparatist]

actually i cant believe it took me this long to see all the skzenhypen similarities .. but i see them now.. sunghoon and minho SAME SMILE both mcs similar speaking tone.. felix and riki.. separated at birth...TWINS... jake and seungmin both got the dog thing going on plus hes australian and he likes to kick it with CHANLIX <333.... heeseung and jisung for obvious reasons...like they need to stop playingggg

[good-ol-lisa]

Question of the day: will a oouin reread fix my mental health or further destroy it??

[ardenssolis]

continued from [ x ] || @pnthra

IT WAS RATHER INSTANT how all three were quick to make it known how they felt, the sounds they made in agreeance no longer soft and uncertain, but quite clear. Yes! They would very much like to go home! How had their little adventures brought them so far away, none knew. It was fun at first exploring this new place, but after the fun wore off, which wasn’t altogether too long, that was when the anxiety had settled. Still, despite all that, the trio was no longer uncertain of this stranger in front of them. The fact that they happily came closer, investigating him with that same curious air that only creatures as young as them could have, said as much. This being felt like their Creator, but at the same time, felt so wholly different. Divine in a way that was different from them, yet still altogether safe. When this man said he would help, his words were genuine – this all three could feel and tell from the softness of his gaze and the gentleness of his words.