#but like..... AAAAAAAAAh

[louhearted]

nothing stresses me out more than trying to plan out my vacation days for next year. nothing.

[xshrimpcake]

new year same ship

[lady-of-lyon]

I have a headcannon about Kai’s stupid eternal bandage

No further questions your honor

[fbfh]

merry christmas n happy hannukah and happy snowflake day! thinking about Jon Snow being completely and utterly obsessed with you, his childhood best friend. if we're being real, he's loved you as long as he's known you. Those feelings just bubbled up when you were kids, running around Winterfell and stealing cakes and scraps from the kitchens and... they just never went away. Jon spent every minute with you, neither of you ever caring if you got muddy or if your clothes get torn. you came up with all sorts of games and jokes until you had a little world made up of just the two of you. You never treated him differently, you didn't care if he was Jon Stark or Jon Snow, he was just Jon. Your Jon. And you were his.

it's been years since your first kiss shared in secret behind the stables, a quick little peck that left you both blushing and giggling for hours after. It's been years since you were ripped away from him. one day you were there, the next you were gone. something about your father having business in King's Landing. Jon must have cried for you every night for a year.

Now he's Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, a far cry from the gangly little boy you used to run around with. And you're a far cry from the kid he remembers too. Time has been kind to you, leaving you with the same sweet laugh and warm smile, but now your woman body is WOMANING or your man body is MANNING or your grown up body is GROWNING and Jon has no fucking clue what to do with himself. You were brought to Castle Black out of the blue by a few people he doesn't recognize, but his head is spinning spinning spinning, EVERYTHING is spinning swirling swirling swirling everything is swirling at the very sight of you.

before he knows it you're all inside as the men explain that some betrothal agreement was found in your father's papers, and it was dated back when you were kids by both your fathers but it wasn't notarized until AFTER he joined the night's watch but the notary didn't KNOW he joined the night's watch and to make a long and complicated story short, due to a legal loophole you're... his. you're his to wed, his to love, his to be promised to forever and ever.

Jon prides himself on being a composed and level headed man, but FUCK if he doesn't want to lose his fuckin shit right now. he's so overwhelmed, like all those years and years of yearning and praying to the old gods that you'd come back to him finally paid off. he wraps that shit up so fast and sends the men off so he can embrace you, greet you properly in the privacy of his chambers. he practically carries you up to his room, holding you tight and bear hugging you so much you feel like you could lose yourself in his arms. he feels like he could explode, bursting at the seams with yearning and desire and longing. he holds your face in his big old hands and you still can't get over how BIG and BUFF and TALL he got since you last saw him. he leans down until his lips are just a whisper away from yours.

"I stayed true to you," he murmurs. "I haven't looked at another, touched another, not since..."

he trails off and you remember suddenly. the night you told him you were leaving, you worked up the courage to kiss him again. it was more deliberate than the last time, it wasn't a test or practice, it was like you were really saying something to him. now, all these years later, here he is. he's still your sweet, sweet Jon, trembling with need, never knowing another's lips but yours, begging you to take him, to do what you want with him. because he's yours for you to do it.

[sunonwaxyleaves]

After hanging out with Sirius’ little brother for a few months now - sometimes the three of them but more and more just the two of them - James first realizes he’s in love with Regulus on a summer night with cheeks warm from sunburn and sweet red wine. They’re on an old leather couch at a party Sirius is throwing at the Potter’s beach house, and Regulus rests his head on James’ shoulder with a deep, heavy sigh. Absolutely plastered, he mutters in defeat, “I think I’m now ready to admit that I’ve probably missed my chance at becoming a mermaid.” James wants to laugh until his stomach cramps, wants to kiss him on his peeling lips and point out that Regulus turns 21 in just one week, what does he mean he’s willing to admit this now, but instead he shrugs lightly and rests his head on Regulus’. He says in that cocky voice of his that makes far too many people swoon, “You’d be the prettiest mermaid of them all” and Regulus would roll his eyes even though James couldn’t see, he’d bury his head further into James’ neck, and tell him “Yeah, James, obviously”.

And then a week would pass, the morning of Regulus’ 21st birthday, and he’d wake up before anyone else and sneak out of the house for his morning run. Sometimes on the really hot days, like the day of his 21st birthday, he’d cool off in the ocean before walking back to the house, the walk long enough to let the sun dry him a bit.

Except this time was different.

Regulus runs and jumps into the ocean, does a few slow strokes atop the rolling waves, then promptly begins to scream bloody murder in the blink of an eye; his legs have become so heavy it’s as if an overweight adult man is clinging to him. He twists and turns his body, lifts his cement legs up to see what the fuck is going on, freezes, starts drowning, then screams even as his mouth fills with saltwater.

Where his legs are supposed to be - where they used to be - there is now a beautiful emerald mermaid tail with scales that glitter tiny rainbows like the polish on his finger nails.

A mile away, the split second Regulus screams the first time, James wakes from a deep slumber with a gasp so sharp it throws him into a coughing fit. He drinks from the glass of water on his bedside table and grabs his phone before leaning back onto the fluffy pillows, pulling up his messages to text the birthday boy.

(7:02am) Happy birthday Reggie!!!! 21 WOOHOO!!!!!

(7:03am) Are u back from ur run?? Do u want blueberry or chocolate chip pancakes?

(7:04am) Had the craziest dream last night. Need to tell u all about it over some Potter Pancakes(;

(7:26am) Reggie??

(7:38am) Sirius said u never came back from ur run is everything okay???

(7:41am) Ur freaking me out Reg can u pls respond

(7:55am) Wherever u are: STAY THERE

(7:55am) I’m coming to find u. Call me when u see these, pls pls please

(8:06am) Where the fuck are you, Regulus?????

[goingloco]

Soul Reaver Remaster Soul Reaver remaster soul Reaver remaster soul reaver remaster soul reaver remaster aaaaaaaaaaaaah

[mars-ipan]

writing down a list of everything i think i’ll need to pack to move out and forgetting everything i own

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Eyyoooooo check out this ADORABLE commission from my friend Robbie @hotrodharts!! I just realized I hadn't posted it until now, but I love this art SO MUCH I honestly made it one of my lockscreens like immediately 🥺💚🥺💚🥺💚🥺💚🥺

[[🧡🧡 Reblogs are all seen and SUPER appreciated!! Also Robbie's commissions are currently open so feel free to check those out!! 💙💙]]

[zeondraws]

I went down a rabbit hole and figured out how to fix some issues, I still have issues but like, I have some cool references now.

Not sure what I'd use them for, but this makes me realise there is a Douglas helmet?

I should go to bed-

[girlivealwaysbean]

why am I actually scared to sleep alone lol wtf😭

[zeyan]

posting his pictures as well because they're too cute

[sillyfriendssharingablogjjkver]

hello again. As we promised...

Say hello too Seira (Hamada) Nanami!!!

my beutiful baby girl creature that I love and cherish so much. She's a ((((((self-insert-ish))))) oc that i created to ship with a man to add to my big-tittied blonde hotties collection. (im joking) (not really). Give her a warm welcome ^^!!

Name: Seira Nanami (Hamada was her surname when she wasn't married)

Profession: Baker

Date and place of Birth: 05/14/1991, Tokushima

Race/Ethnicity: Wasian; Half Japanese Half Italian

Height: 150 cm/4''9

Personality: Kind, Sweet, Wise, Overly-anxious, Over-Ambitius, workaholic

Voice Claim: Mia Goth

Summery of Lore: Nothing much to say here! She's just a baker girl that happens to be Kento's wife. No powers or curse energy or anything. She barely even understands what her husband's job is. Just bread girl :3

here's some other outfits i made for her (i <3 using my oc as models)

aaaaaaaaand a bonus! a little doodle of her and Kento :3

the fanfic:

[azureblooet]

Ugh i want to do a Lamb headcanons post but I need like 10 pages of context lore about the cult and the lambs for it to make any sense.

[robotliker5]

GRAHAM 4 TODAY!!!

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

Xion: “Tell me first…why you are dressed as one of us.”

Riku: “To make sure my best friend…sleeps in peace.

[lovesomehate]

Moments I found weirdly hot in: Pump It