#cheesy moments

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[bloominglegumes]

i lied in my last post i have more rung. i'm thinking about old doctors and being cared about when you're not needed and more robot hugs

[katatonicimpression]

No one is doing it like them

[stinkrat-aleks]

i was hating on xma and then i saw this gif. like wait no but this part of the scene is actually so fire. charles saying "you want my powers? here, have it" and then telepathically giving the bad guy Autistic Sensory Overload????? that's cinema

[albaskies]

‘You didn’t have to do that, you know.’

His voice lingers in the air like a sweet scent of honey, and pulls her to a halt just before she reaches the stairs leading up to the dormitories. 

Ginny turns, drawn by the ever-familiar sound that still makes her heart sing despite herself, and finds Harry slumped in a solitary chair at the far end of the common room. His head rests in his hands, his shoulders seem stiff under the weight of his own exhaustion. And yet, his voice is soft - so soft that she wonders if she’s imagined it. It’s only when she notices his gaze fixed upon her that she has the confirmation that it was not just a trick of her mind.

The quiet in the room is mitigated by the gentle crackle of the fire, its warm glow flickering across the walls, and by the occasional whispers of a few lingering Gryffindors, not yet ready for sleep.

She smiles gingerly and draws closer to where Harry is sitting, the air around them feeling somehow thicker and thicker at every step she takes towards him. She is sure, quite sure, to notice his posture relax, his muscles loosen, and for a fleeting, desperately terrifying moment, she just knows — he feels it, too. 

She stops right in front of him, her knees slightly brushing his, and she realises she’s been holding her breath.

‘Do what?’

She knows what, of course, but her throat has suddenly gone dry under the weight of his unwavering gaze, never once leaving her.

He smiles tentatively, and it still feels unreal that she can make him do that, that she can be the reason for it.

‘Well.’ He shrugs. ‘Telling people off on my behalf.’

She hums, then winks at him. ‘You looked like you needed saving, and I do have a debt to settle.’

He snorts, the glimpse of a short-lived moment of lightheartedness brightening his eyes, then quickly shakes his head, coming back to reality.

‘Everyone is right to be disappointed, especially you’, he says, then pauses, staring at her intently, struggling to find the right words. ‘Because I-’.

What he did remains hanging in the air, his voice breaking right in the middle of it. She tries to contain the urge to sit on the armrest of his chair and to throw her hands around his neck, holding him tight, telling him it’s OK, he’s OK, and they’ll be just fine. 

Instead, she looks at him, faking a shrug to dissimulate a shiver.

‘You took orders from something someone wrote in a book.’

There’s another pause, a beat, and the air around them suddenly feels unbreathable.

‘Yeah.’ His eyes flash before her, and she feels them burning on her skin, like the scariest and yet most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. ‘I’m very sorry, Ginny.’

How do you tell someone, you know, I think I’m in love with you. I think I’ve been for the longest of times and damn you, damn you, for looking at me like that right now. Just when I had almost moved on, just when I had almost let you go. Damn you for having those eyes, that face, those hands. I’ve spent so many sleepless nights over the years, but your smile is the most beautiful sunrise I’ve ever seen. I want to spend my days telling you about it, laughing with you, crying with you. I want to kiss that sad frown away from your face and make all this disappear. I want to take your pain away, I want to make you smile like you do until the air in my lungs runs out. I want the good, I want the bad, I want it fucking all.

I’m so screwed, she concludes. She gives in, stops resisting. I’m so fucking screwed.

[blamemma]

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[all-made-of-stardust]

okay but here’s why I actually straight up started crying towards the end there.

when the Hells first arrived in Uthodern, the atmosphere was fear.  the city was dark.  temples were closing their doors.  the center for knowledge, where so many people came for answers, did not have knowledge.  did not have answers.  people were scared.  scared that they couldn’t find help, scared that they couldn’t reach out to loved ones, ask if they are okay.

and suddenly, within their very walls, within their homes, a horrible beast sprouted forth from the heart of the city.  there was death, there was destruction.  there was despair.  because if their own home wasn’t safe, then nowhere was.

the darkness was winning.

then a woman with purple hair and odd markings spoke into the captain of the guard’s mind and told him that things were better.  things were okay.  and he believed her.  because what else could he do but to cling to hope?

because that’s what the Hells brought with them, as this terrifying celestial beast that once brought death now steps out, wearing a peach bow, surrounded by the radiance and light that the city so sorely needed.  he is guarded by such an odd group, but they all exude calm.  there is a small gnome wearing a pink handknit sweater riding on its back.

they guide this noble, beautiful beast through an entire city, and the whole time they are showcasing to everyone that the darkness is not winning.  not now.  not while there is still hope kindling in our hearts.  not while ancient beasts can once again see the stars.

the world may be ending, but it hasn’t ended yet.

not if Bells Hells can help it.

[three-realms-archive]

A Rainy-Day Indulgence

Main Characters: Simeon, Reader

Genre: Fluffy and romantic, with just a touch of deep thoughts

“Simeon…” You chide half-heartedly as arms wrap around your waist, gently lifting you up and over a puddle. Raindrops patter against the ground in a chorus that harmonises with the wind, whistling through the air. It’s normal rain, for once - not the weird, Devildom kind - and the water feels cool and familiar as it splashes against your face. Simeon knows what rain is, obviously. But his brows are furrowed as he concentrates on guiding you over and around the puddles - glancing at them so distrustfully that it makes you laugh.

Simeon loves your laugh, which makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter. What he loves less, however, is seeing your soaked shirt clinging to your torso and the streams of rain water running down your forehead and dripping down strands of your hair. You’re sure to catch a cold in the morning and, yet, you look so happy.

So happy that he can’t help himself.

“Fine, fine.” He chuckles when you run off, as soon as he’s set you down. He lets you pull him with you to frolic in the downpour, gasping slightly when you throw your arms around his neck to attempt what Simeon eventually understands to be a slow dance. His own hands find their way to your shoulders, steadying you both as you sway and stumble through your rainy-day waltz. It’s messy, and is definitely going to render your human body sick tomorrow… but Simeon can’t help himself. Not when your laughing that laugh and smiling that wonderful, enchanting smile. “Is this a thing humans do? Dancing in the rain and catching colds after?”

You pout, squinting up at him unflatteringly through the raindrops in your lashes. He thinks you’ve never looked more captivating.

“I’ll have you know, humans think it’s romantic. To dance and kiss in the rain.”

He smiles. There’s something more behind it… Just a glint. “I guess I’m not typically one to pass up indulging… when it comes to you.”

Slowly, his fingers smooth over your sleeves and down your arms, tracing your skin with his fingertips and committing the curves to memory. Eventually, his hands land on your waist - and he shudders… Not from the rain, but from the jolt of bliss that races through his body like lightning. An electric ecstasy fills his being.

Simeon’s mind flashes through memories of times that felt familiar to this. Times where he’d indulge a little too much; like eating a little too many of Luke’s sweet treats, or testing the waters by writing a scene a little too intimately in his novels. Thoughts of gluttony, thoughts of lust. Thoughts of sin.

But when you lean up, straining on the tips of your toes to press a sloppy, rain-coated kiss into the crook of his neck…

And when your hold around his neck becomes tighter, your embrace spreading warmth through his body…

And when the words ’I love you’ spill from your soft lips, which smile into his skin…

… Simeon sends a silent prayer to above as he falls for the temptation of indulging in you, desperate to know if sin was supposed to feel this heavenly.

(no spoilers, buttttttttttttttttttttttttt inspired by some recent, simeon-related things 👀)

(usually simeon and sin end up being quite a angsty topic in fics for this fandom, but i did want a nice, romantic moment associated with it - kind of blurring the line between sin and movie-perfect moment) (shout out to every movie with a scene where the main love interests kiss/dance/do things in the rain)

[rucow]

questions for each moon sign

aries 🌙 — when is the last time you felt at peace with yourself? slow down, think of how you come across. i know you don't truly want to be seen as confrontational.

taurus 🌙 — why can't you let go of the past? you need to move on. look toward the future, you're capable of achieving so much.

gemini 🌙 — has anyone truly taken you seriously? you're so genuine, i'm sorry people always assume the worst about you.

cancer 🌙 — you're much tougher than you look, aren't you? yes, you feel things deeply, but you're not broken. you're stronger than anyone will ever know.

leo 🌙 — why do you try to do everything on your own? you're not alone. try to accept help when it is offered to you, it won't make you seem weak.

virgo 🌙 — why do you try to fix everyone and everything? some things are better left alone. learn to accept the imperfections of life.

libra 🌙 — did you know it's okay to take firm decisions sometimes? i know you want to see the best in everyone, but some people aren't worth the benefit of the doubt. learn to rely on your own judgment, your intuition is good as it is.

scorpio 🌙 — when is the last time you let someone see you cry? what about the last time you let someone see you smile? please stop trying to control the way people see you. accept the unpredictability of life.

sagittarius 🌙 — have you paid attention to what's been brewing in your heart lately? are you truly happy with your life, or do you just tell everyone you are?

capricorn 🌙 — do you have a self-care routine? if not, please get one. be it a nightly routine or a morning routine, you deserve to feel loved and pampered.

aquarius 🌙 — hey, did you know you can feel your emotions without any shame? that includes the "ugly" emotions as well. you're only human, after all.

pisces 🌙 — why do you not let anyone reach you? i know you feel so far away, but some of us would really love to be a part of your world.

[kozumesphone]

mortal au!percy would totally flex to his entire school that he’s dating the annabeth chase

[warmsol]

hi i’m about to be cheesy on main 😌

i just wanted to say thank you to anyone who’s ever read or interacted with my story. i started it five years ago as a gameplay, and didn’t ever think i’d be posting it to this day in the form it’s taken now. i know over the years because of life, my consistency has wavered but despite that sooo many people still pick up right where i left off. and it means so much, because my little pixel people mean so much to me. and i’m happy i get to share pieces of them with you all. 🫶

[mayaishiipeters]

& he couldn't help but wonder if his lips would feel just as cold kissing the real thing

[siliconcat]

I tried my hand at writing something for once, give it a read if you’d like. This has been slow cooking in the works for over a year.

[seriousturd]

Another silly doodle comic of the guys

Bonus:

Plus an alternative ending under the cut hehe:

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Chilled's therapy session with Ze in 'Dale & Dawson'

[stuckinapril]

There is genuinely so much love ensconcing me rn it’s unreal. Childhood friend throwing me a bday party at her rooftop pool tmr (and im keeping that shit small & exclusive), food made w love from my bibi, drinks and games and music long after sundown, buying the cutest bikini w matching nails, lathering myself in vanilla and coconut body oils, hair marinating in hair masks all day today so my curls get to be all out on my bday, cute pink decorations, all out self care day today before my bday tomorrow. Just??? I cannot believe how bogged down in my negativity bias I get when there are so many exciting changes coming & I am genuinely the luckiest girl alive