#but i love joy hehehe

[nyxypoo]

live laugh love joy turner

[jinstronaut]

a taehyung a week until he's released ♥

week 11/52 (cr. namuspromised) for @jkvjimin ✨

[xx-sketchy-xx]

disgust is really cute when she’s happy lol

there’s two unfinished drawings below

lol, outside in is making its rounds

[jils-things]

happy mothers day to my first and best momma concept ever designed 💚💚

[spookythesillyfella]

very easy to become self absorbed when everyone around you is praising you for being the next god of your religion .but be careful – there's also the horroz

★ version without text and reference image under cut :

★ Song : "God-ish" – PinocchioP

[scurvioli]

Happy Halloween Everyone! Unfortunately, it looks like everyone's going to have to share..

[metrixnos]

Try yelling a little louder, maybe someone might care to listen.

[queenofbaws]

Hiiii, hope you're doing well!! Could you maybe write some fluffy chrashley with the man, the myth, the legend: charlie brown? Pretty pleaseeeee! ^^

Chris would be the first to admit it: Walks in the park weren't really, uh, 'his thing,' per se: There was too much...walking involved, and not nearly enough...anything else, so it was only logical that his mind started to wander.

"Hey, do you think this is gonna be one of those cute rom-com moments?" he asked, nudging Ashley with his elbow as they walked, only spurred on by the humoring glance she shot him. "Here we are, just minding our own business, meandering through the tulips, do-dah-do-do-do, and then, out of nowhere, Charlie takes off, chasing a, I dunno, a squirrel or whatever, wraps his leash around our legs, and bam! We topple over, flustered and laughing, and then we get all quiet and thoughtful when we realize 'Oh man, we're absolutely close enough to kiss right now...' but then we don't, because there's still eighty minutes left to go in the movie?"

She watched him for a beat, her smile slowly wobbling as she bit her laughter back, actually stopping dead in her tracks to answer him; "Chris, you've been carrying Charlie for the past ten minutes - do you really think he's about to 'take off' anywhere?"

Instead of answering right away, he glanced down to the chubby pug cradled in his arms, all skin flaps and big, wet, bug-eyes, counting out the perfect comedic timing in his head before deadpanning, "If it was for true love, he might."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[antiendovents]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

YOU’RE GOOD ENOUGH

I’ll grovel at your feet for you and call you a god and make sure that you have the best birthday ever

You’re fucking PERFECT

It’s me the supply anon. I want to be known lmao

BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU PERFECT BEING YOU

aah!! Yippe!! Hello!! Thank you!! ^_^ I'm gonna buy so many things with my birthday money!!! Thank you again! And hello again! :33

[hcdragonwrites]

Cleansing Rain (@digitalagepulao Drabble)

This was something that came to mind at the little Tumblr post this creator prosed below! It’s short but I hope you enjoy!

A great clap of thunder shattered the birdsong and scattered them like rice grains in the wind. The rumbling beast in the sky sounded tiger-like, it’s approach as soft as those jungle cats. Only it’s breath, as cold and full of water, warned that the beast was about to pounce upon them.

The pilgrims upon the road looked up all with varying expressions of worry. All except one. The youngest of the pilgrims- the youngest in disciplehood that is. The stone monkey had lived longer then a man, longer then most trees, and almost as long as some great dragons of the seas. He had seen the Heavens, had waged war with Immortals and Demons alike. The stone monkey had been King, Student, Sage, and Warlord. He had seen horrors, had survived many of them, and had brought his own to those that had been in his path.

The storms breath heaved again. An exhale of a roar as the rain splattered dry dirt, as it began to create a chime of sounds as the trees leaves laughed in its wake. The earth exhaled, the smell of dampening stone, earth and dirt, rising. As Water and Earth met the Monkey stood still, caught in between.

Sun Wukong, King of Flower Fruit Mountain, Sage equal to Heaven, Warlord and almost usurper of the Jade Emperor- looked upward. While the rest of the band made for a low hanging honeysuckle Wukong stood. The rain fell like the softest breath on his skin. The first droplets were cool. A storm from the mountains blown off course. It would have been snow if it had not been brought to them. To him.

The other pilgrims frantically set up a tent for their Master, Tripitaka. He was but mortal and this cold downpour could take root as a chill and sickness. They worked quickly. All except the newest edition.

Wukong felt the wind run fingers through his fur as if greeting a new friend. The dirt and rock that had clung to him since his imprisonment beneath the mountain was brushed away. To the other pilgrims it looked as if Wukong was just standing in the rain.

The water fell in a heavy sheet, not a soft thing now. The tiger had leapt onto them and roared its rain onto that dry bit of earth. It’s fury however was a welcome thing to the stone monkey. He felt it wash over him- nature in its pure, untamed movement. The water soon had his fur sodden. Wukong leaned into the invisible claws of the storm, enjoying the rush of sensations. It was cold, the wind tried to steal at his clothes in a playful manner, and the thunder clapped his ears as his mother would if he had tried to play a prank on her.

“What is he doing?” Bajie said. He was incredulous beneath his eyebrows, frowning as rain soaked his skin even beneath the tree.

“Looks like he’s enjoying the rain.” Wujing commented. The great red beard beneath his chin flowed like a river of molten fire- the rain making it stick to his shirt.

“More like getting a bath.” Longma spoke from beneath the branches. The horse shook itself and, with the last shiver, reverted to the dragon prince he was. Longma checked the tent flaps to make sure the ties were secure. It was a small tent and worn. They would have to get a new one soon from the damage this one had taken. From within - and before the eldest disciple could latch the last tie- the young monk poked his head out.

Tripatakas bald head already glistened with the rain as he called Bajie back to his place beneath the tree. The boar had been making its way to the stone monkey, a moody look in his eyes.

“Leave him.” It only took those simple words to recall the boar back to the tree. The monk looked at Wukong again. He took in the stance of the monkey, how the rain was now washing over him. How he looked almost …. Peaceful. Harmonious in a sense. The mortal man felt a small smile steal upon his face. Tripitaka felt he got a glimpse into a personal joy, as one a child gave when experiencing a new sight or as a man enjoying the fruits of his labour come to fruition.

“He looks …happy.”

Longma tied the last flap closed then he, Bajie and Wujing set about erecting another tent for themselves.

Sun Wukong laid back in the green grass, making a soft bed for his head. He stared up into the storm with eyes wide, face soft. The rain continued, the sound slapping against rock and petal, against road and wood, against his fur and ears. The noise- the noise!- it was bliss. No silent stone, no unfeeling chains. Here the wind trussed and pulled at him. Here the rain cleaned away the hundreds of years of neglect left in his fur. It groomed him, awakened his senses, made him feel alive.

Wukong laughed. He laughed until his own rain fell from his eyes. He was alive. He could not die - but there were feelings - there were things worse then death. Life meant so little when one could not experience what it meant to be alive. In the rain, in the cold, in the growls of the storm, Wukong revelled in it.

He was alive. He was glad for the storm, for it covering the sudden well of feeling that made their way down his cheeks and from his eyes. Wukong didn’t stop his tears. They were not of sorrow. Not of pity. They were of joy- the joy of experiencing and touching, tasting, smelling and seeing the world again.

He was alive.

[ladymarlin]

"When was the moment that Heather finally released (even if for a little bit) that she was a good mother?" - Anon

I messed up the posting again!! I cantttt edit any posts w asks for some reason :(

But anywaysss 😅

You're making me think 🤭 (pos)

But I've been doing a bunch of thinking on this Aleheather family I've created (I'm gonna probly do a seperate post about it someday soon) and they'd end up having 3 kids.

With the first one, Marisol, Heather really just needed to get into the swing of things. And once she does it's not necessarily "I'm a good mom" but more of a "I'm not a bad mom." She's doing her best and she realizes that.

But with their second (I named her Lola hehe) she has a lott of doubt because Lola's a total daddy's girl. She'd question her parenting skills a lot because of it.

Then when their third's mama's boy she starts to feel less bad. She goes back to the mindset she had before Lola.

[mars-ipan]

hehehehe lalala ^-^ ~~

[capn-twitchery]

oh my god is that the time did i actually just spend 3 hours reorganising my bookshelf. wbat the fuck i thought it was like 2pm

what year is it

[biskael]

Quilge don't look. for Wulf, i'm not great at cheering someone up with words, i hope this helps a little.

Awwweeee a Quilge for me? 💖😭 I adore this , I love it when he smiles ! Thank you Sev 💕

[queenofbaws]

Hey there, Queenie, I hope you're having a lovely weekend! 💕 Since it's another wonderful Six-Sentence-Sat(or)Sunday, I'm here to ask for some LauraMax again 😅 You may write whatever you want, but in case you're feeling like incorporating a prompt, how about: "You should see the other guy"?

Max hadn't said a word about it in all the time it took them to get there - not the long row across the lake, not the longer walk to the main road, not the endless trek that finally brought them to the seedy little motel - and for that, Laura loved him more than she had yesterday (if such a thing were possible).

When she'd given him a tight smile and looked away, he hadn't asked questions either; he'd gone into the motel himself, gotten their room key, and joked, "Shoulda seen the eyes that guy was giving me! You better watch out, hun, I think you've got competition," as he made a show of tugging her sweatshirt to cover his belly - she loved him even more then (if a person could love that much).

And when she'd gotten into the bathroom, her plan to take a long, hot, much-needed shower knocked off its tracks by the sight of herself in the mirror, all it took was that one extra moment of silence before he'd joined her there, holding her close despite how awful she looked, how terrible she must've smelled. It all came crashing down in a wave then, every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week they'd lost, and she scrambled - desperate - trying to ignore the tears already rolling down her cheeks as she only half-jokingly said, "I know I look bad, but...you should really see the other guy." She'd watched in the mirror as his arms only tightened and his lips found the spot behind her ear, already hushing her, telling her it was all right, reminding her that they were free, and as her tears fell, washing the grime and blood and fear and regret from where it had all stained her cheeks, Laura loved him more, more, more than anyone had ever loved anyone else.

That she knew for sure.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[princepqul]

hello everyone!! with a very happy heart i can say that i can post my piece for the @souyozine zine!!! collabing with @pietmeon, we have a silly tale of souyo confessions. we hope you all love it as much as we did making it!!

link gehehe