#doors to backyard

[looksdegraphistes]

Eclectic Basement - Walk Out Inspiration for a large eclectic walk-out carpeted basement remodel with gray walls

[fangsmcbitey]

Contemporary Exterior Orange County Large trendy white three-story stucco flat roof photo

[lifeissosweet]

Basement in San Francisco Ideas for a sizable eclectic walk-out basement renovation with gray walls

[puppyeared]

so fucking normal abt this cat

[unfortunatelyderek]

San Francisco Eclectic Basement

[mtsodie]

he ripped those straight outta the ground

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (you're sitting right there)

[mothmiso]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) by Mas Mar

[ainawgsd]

Damnit Amalthea, I know chickens can't understand daylight savings but it is not even daybreak and I can hear you from the far side of the living room in a closed house!

Criminally loud

[loz-tearsofahomo]

Barty: I missed you

Regulus: ... Okay

Barty: You never say it back! Guys [literally Evan is the only other person in the room apart from Snape in the corner] this is not a fucking bit Reg is very bad with like- emotions.

Barty: I'd be like yo I miss you, and you'd be like,,, cool and roll your eyes.

Barty: That's like- that's what you would do.

Barty: You'll never be like Yeah i fucking missed you too

Regulus: I didn't though

Barty: Im not with you all the time!

Regulus: So the second I leave I should miss you already??

Barty: Yes.

Regulus: Merlin's beard-

Barty: The second I leave Evan and like, my mom, I miss them. I miss them, I can't wait to see them again.

Regulus: So your wife, and your mom.

Barty: Yeah.

Regulus: But us?

Barty: I CONSIDER YOU PART OF THE FAMILY

[batz]

i take my cat outside bc she Loves to lay in the sun but then she acts so Rude for the rest of the day. she keeps screaming at the door like NO its dark And chilly outside rn. even with a lead and harness you WILL be eaten by owls or coyotes,or a slenderman, even

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Something I haven’t seen anyone bring up before from Link’s hunger strike teen fact is — even though it was kind of an off handed joke from Freddie — Link and Taylor probably live super close to each other. Like possibly neighbors close.

[vaynglories]

one of those "steal his look" bird memes but it's this guy and his look is just a white sleeveless tanktop

[funkle420]

7ish year old me breaking and entering the overgrown backyard of an abandoned house in Florida

[noivern]

im weeding and taking them out one at a time (cant supervise both while distracted) and lyra got ages of dirttime and still looks deeply aggrieved now pan's out