#feelin sappy...

[nomstellations]

He sighed deeply, reclining back on the couch as the last of his meal slid down his throat. His stomach grumbled and burbled happily as its prey collected inside, spilling out onto his lap as they settled in. Closing his eyes, he rested his hands on his stomach and gently kneaded into it to massage it. His lover wanted a cozy day in with him- who was he to refuse?

Gently, his lover shifted and started rubbing at his stomach walls in response. They burbled almost happily in response, giving them a massage to match the one given externally. They would need to get up eventually, but neither of them had anything to do today until later...they could afford some time together. And their time together was always spent as close as they could possibly be, one safely tucked inside the other.

[peachsukii]

This post made me think about putting a flower in Bakugo’s hair when walking through the park with him.

“Aww, look at all these little guys!” You point to the patch of flowers in the grass, bending at the knees to get a closer look. “So many pretty daisies, and its been awhile since I’ve seen a buttercup. Do you know why they’re called that?”

Bakugo sighs, knowing you’re gonna tell him regardless if he knows or not. “Dunno. Why?”

You grab one from the bunch and stand, moving to hold it under his jaw. “They say if you hold one right about here and it shows up yellow, that means you like butter!”

“That’s fuckin’ stupid,” he laughs, gently swatting your hand away when one of the petals tickles against his neck. “S’gonna be yellow no matter what ‘cause of the pollen, idiot.”

“I know,” you pout before turning away from him, kneeling to gather one of the white daisies nearby. “Something I used to do as a kid. We’d end up with yellow all over our cheeks and necks.”

‘Cute,’ Bakugo thinks to himself, smiling while watching you admire the flowers. He whips his head in the opposite direction before you catch him, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“C’mon, we’re gonna be late for lunch with the others.”

Before he can protest, he feels something slide over his right ear, your other hand lying softly on his shoulder as you concentrate on placing the flowers in his hair.

“Now you’re the prettiest flower in the park,” you whisper before placing a quick kiss to his cheek and grabbing his hand from his pocket. Bakugo’s face flushes instantly, unsure how to respond to such a sweet gesture. He rips his hand out of your grasp and stomps over to the flowers, grabbing a few and returning to your side.

“Hold still,” he orders as he tucks your hair behind your ear, sticking the stems in place like bobby-pins. “There. Now you’re the prettiest flower.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pinch one of his cheeks lovingly and a big grin spread over your lips. “There’s plenty of room in the garden, Kats. We can both be pretty.”

The two of you continue to the cafe in the city to meet up with your friends, ignoring all their little jabs at how sickly cute you and Bakugo are with your matching flowers. He tells them to shut the hell up as he fidgets with the petals every so often during lunch, a comforting warmth flowing through him with each touch — a reminder that he’s loved unconditionally.

[tetzoro]

cozy nights in with ace include having him laying on the bed shirtless, basking in the warmth and affection you ever so carefully pour over him.

mapping out the many constellations of freckles that take up his back, your finger trailing from point to point as your universe opens up before you, sending shivers up his spine. silent whispers of i love you gently carved into his skin by the motion of your tender movements.

a different level of intimacy that has him melting further into the mattress. being treated with so much love has his heart stuttering in his chest. a level of care he’s never quite gotten used to but gratefully welcomes nonetheless.

a small smile takes up his face as he’s practically purring under you, letting out soft little hums of approval with each new stroke of your finger that spells out a new declaration of love.

his heart swells with pure adoration for you and he’s itching to return the favor, to hold you impossibly close and whisper every lovely thought he’s ever had about you — which may take awhile. but hey, he’s got all the time in the world and he wants to spend every second of it with you.

[driftingmoonmenace]

Getting into the DCA fandom has been one of the best decisions I've ever made. 💕

[asteroidaffection]

i have such a fondness for y’all you don’t even know

[relgnira]

Just watched the last season of rvb while sitting in my empty apartment waiting to move to another city. Those silly colorful guys were my friends for ten years, through high school and two degrees and so many life changes… its hard to say goodbye. But I’m grateful that we got to! Goodbye rvb and goodbye Roosterteeth. You’ll live in my memory 🫡

[greasedcowboy]

Always makes me really sad when I'm going through my ao3 bookmarks and see someone has deleted a fic.

Perhaps the author decided to remove it so they can incorporate the writing into original works/seek publishing. But most of the time I think it's either someone not feeling confident in their writing or moving on from a fandom/feeling embarrassed about their past interests.

I get it, I do, I've also chickened out and deleted writing in the past, but it's still sad regardless.

Nobody else will ever, ever be able to write what you just did. There may be more experienced writers out their with a more refined style or fancier prose, but even if they wrote the exact same idea you did, it'll still never be the same as yours because each of us differs in what moments we add emphasis to and which aspects of a character we love most.

Sometimes engagement sucks and it's true that there will always be someone out there we look up to and feel is better at this crap than ourselves.

It doesn't mean what we ourselves create failed to matter in comparison. It'll always matter to someone. The art of creating is never a waste, even if we just file that document away and never work up the courage to share it. And I think that's the same for any type of art.

[dusty-pistol]

Callum ramble cuz I wanna yap about him!! Ignore the tags...

So I recently looked into some of Dogman's writin cuz I wanted to get a better understandin for how Callum speaks. Cuz like sure, we get audible examples in game but those are from other people's perspectives (Norm and Gingi). I don't think they're all too accurate since both Norm and Gingi are unreliable narrators.

So I re-read Ensnared and the dialog excerpt in Milton's wiki page and I think it really helped me get a better understandin! It also helped me understand Milton a bit too! I wish we'd get some Marla dialog though... Maybe soon. Hopefully soon anyway.

BACK ON TRACK!! Some lil things I took notice of regardin Callum's speech patterns and just him in general:

• He uses annunciation VERY often and speaks with his hands a lot as well. Very expressive!

• He curses quite a bit. Especially when excited about somethin or high. It's hard to distinguish between the two.. It might just be somethin he does around people he's comfortable with (specially Milton in this case)

• He overanalyzes things a lot and goes into detail about his thought process. As seen in Ensnared as he talks about the fly in the spider's web. Again, it might just be due to the coke, but I feel as though he's more verbal about it when high.

• He's a little pushy with his ideas and enthusiasm. Constantly insistin that Milton should hear him out on his ideas even if they seem crazy. I've also noticed he tries sweet talkin him into listenin as well.

•In the midst of bein wrapped up in his big ideas, he forgets about the "smaller" things and the finer details. Here's a direct example from Milton's wiki page:

C: "You know, Milt. I think I appreciate you as a sounding-board most of all."

M: "I shouldn't be your only sounding-board, Callum. The American PEOPLE should be."

C: "Ah, you SEE, Milt? That's IT, that's what I've always liked about you. You remind me that there's PEOPLE on the board."

[the-damnable-fool]

I love tea. I think it's the best example of how beautiful and varied the cultures of the world are. They all take their tea differently. Morrocan's drink it with a hefty dose of sugar and mint. Tibetan's are known to throw a bit of salt and butter into the brew. The English have their tea and cookies. Russians gather round the Samovar on cold winter days. Buddhist monks fortify themselves with a cup of green tea prior to lengthy sessions of meditation. Muslims do the same prior to late night ceremonies. USAmerican's serve big ol' pitchers of extra sweet iced tea at parties. Street vendors in India nurse a bubbling pot of Masala Chai to serve to passersby. Some African cultures have become avid cultivators and drinkers of tea, some of them brewing it primarily with milk rather than water. Japanese and Korean milk tea vendors guard the ingredients in their tea blends quite jealously. It's one big beautiful rainbow.

[spicyraeman]

If you've ever gone out of your way to msg me, replied something nice on my post or left a nice comment in the tags I want you to know I love and appreciate you

[hey-august]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 25000 likes!

This popped up yesterday afternoon and it makes me so happy to see. It's not the number that's exciting, but how it's a reminder of what a fun community this is.

I'm glad people like what I post, but more than that, I appreciate having a space like this to indulge in shared interests and goofy things with friends, moots, followers, anons, lurkers, clownfu- everyone! So thanks and ily all! 🩷🩷🩷

[funkbun]

bro i love art i love the process of sharing art with others and allowing yourself to engage with artwork and see how art makes you feel and how art connects people, i love the creation of art :]

[nebulouscoffee]

Every now and then it hits me all over again that there are actual existing people who genuinely think my writing is good on here and want to read more... I know I've been active in these parts for a couple of years now, but prior to my ds9 fics I'd really never shared my writing (of any kind) with people before. It still feels new and surreal to me, like the very idea that people are actually reading (much less enjoying or appreciating) something I wrote

[driftingmoonmenace]

Just wanna say a little thank you for all the love on that Umbra sketch! 🥺 💕

[hungharrington]

how are you doing slutty jay? 😌 have you thought about our baby steve? 😏

FKFJDJJD slutty jay can NOT be my nickname 😭 i wish i could body that title but sadly i am only gifted w the words to write out slutty situations i wish were happening to me </3

i ofc have been thinking of our mutual boyfriend steve! i truly am on my lovergirl shit tonight because i’m just thinkin about the dreamy honey eyed look he’d get if you said yes to him— like him asking you out at the family video, cringing at all his own bad lines and messing with his hair nervously as he tries fo flirt, leaning up against the aisles to look cool but god he doesn’t feel cool in the least bcos he’s had the biggest crush on you since like, forever, but then you nod and steve sorta just blanks for a whole second— before he grins so hard he can’t even pretend to hide it and the apples of his cheeks get a little colour and he asks ‘really?’ even though that’s not helping him at all but he has to make sure he’s not in some extremely vivid daydream <3 but he isn’t and you are saying yes and some part of you knows you’re already a bit smitten because he when hands over your vcr and says ‘see you friday?’ and you say ‘it’s a date!’ he just sighs all happy and dreamy <3

[mushramoo]

when I am around outside, and I’ve never noticed this but, I exclaim whenever I see an animal or a weird plant or whatever no matter how common it is and I rant about it to whoever I’m with and. I get asked why I’m so “weird” abt it in kind of a joking manner but I have to ask like.

isn’t that the point of being alive? isn’t commenting on and appreciating supposedly small stuff every time you see it the best part of being?

I like seeing the same squirrel eating a nut in the same spot for the fourth time this week!!!! I enjoy seeing the same flower growing between my pavement that is growing in the yard!!!! I like hearing birds talk every morning!!!

I dunno, I just think that maybe if it wasn’t considered weird to be outwardly expressive about things that make you happy (especially tiny things) everyone would be a lot happier!!