#fluffday

[mannequinentity]

“You know i’m only three in dog years.”

wink wonk

[sugume]

Mondays are for fluff

[stuckonstarker]

adorable

Peter’s giggling uncontrollably, his face is red and there’s tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He’s holding his stomach from how hard he’s laughing.  

Tony stares at Peter for a moment. He just can’t take his eyes off his young lover.

It strikes Tony, just then, how beautiful Peter really is. His curls bounce with every emphatic movement and his eyes are big pools of melted chocolate.

Tony feels a soft feeling in his heart. It’s a fluffy warmth that flows through his veins and calms him in a way that nothing ever has. Butterflies swirl through his stomach; it feels like he’s about to vomit, but in a good way.

Tony whispers, “You’re so fucking adorable.”

Peter’s giggles slowly die down.

“What?” He asks.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” Tony repeats.

Peter smiles, hiding his flushed face in his shirt collar. He has an uncontrollable smile, Tony’s words going straight to his heart.

“C’mere,” Tony beckons, “give me a kiss.”

Peter giggles and presses a kiss on Tony’s forehead.

Tony smiles and plants a firm kiss on Peter’s soft, flushed lips.

“Love you,” Peter whispers.

Tony smiles, “Love you too.”

[sherlollydramoine]

Rami babysitting Jasmine's little girl for the weekend, and he's got all these amazing things planned for them to do - zoo, ice cream, children's museum - but she just wants to stay at home and watch him do characters. And he's using everything he's ever learned about acting trying to make her happy.

Okay I did the best I could, this kind of took on a life of it’s own but I hope you enjoy this sweet as hell Uncle!Rami fluff.

It was thirty hours into his weekend with his niece Zara and Rami was exhausted. He’d never thought a fun weekend babysitting would ever be so. He wanted to take his niece to go do all kinds of fun things to keep her occupied, and to allow her mind to develop with exposure to culture and art. Unfortunately for him little miss Zara had other plans.

All she wanted to do was play pretend. He was about to implode if he had to pretend to be George or Peppa Pig ever again, but she absolutely loved when he played pretend with her. Zara had proudly declared that afternoon that she wanted to be an actor just like him, and all he could do was chuckle. He’d support her of course, if that is what she wanted to do, and would help guide her way when the time came if that is what she still wanted, but for now he was exhausted. 

His only respite was during nap time which required no less than twelve stories and about a hundred different voices. As an actor he loved any opportunity to flex his acting muscles but at this point he was scraping the bottom of the barrel with his skills. Zara was his harshest critic and if she was displeased with any part of his performance she would not hesitate to tell him. She’d already scolded him thrice about one of the voices he was attempting for some dog for the book they had been reading.

At this moment in time, he was currently on his hands and knees playing pony while Zara was riding his back pretending to be a cowgirl, and she wasn’t afraid to dig her heels painfully into his hips and the grip she had on his hair for the reigns was painful but her delighted giggles were well worth the pain.

After a while she got bored, and decides she wants to color for a little bit so he gets a slight reprieve to go make her some lunch which was her favorite mac n cheese, hot dogs and some apple slices. (because what kid doesn’t like mac n cheese and hot dogs?!)

Halfway through making her lunch she comes running into the kitchen and throws herself around his legs.

“I love you Uncle Rami” she squeals as her grip tightens around his knees.

His heart literally melted into a puddle of goo in front of God and everyone as he knelt down to pick her up and give her a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too little one.”

All the money he’d spent to buy tickets to the zoo, museum, and the movies was well worth wasting because every moment he got to spend with his niece were the true moments he cherished. Spending time with her made him realize that something was missing from his life and even though his life was a mess of chaotic schedules and a lot of hard work his heart yearned for something more. A fulfillment that no amount of accolades or awards could ever truly fill. Children. Dammit he wants to have children. 

A wet kiss being smacked onto his lips pulled him out of his thoughts, as he reached up to stroke Zara’s hair. 

“You are the best little girl ever Z. After lunch do you want to go to the park and play tag with me?”’

“No. I want you to push me on the swings. And go down the slide, then chase me around and play monsters using your scary monster voice, then we will go get ice cream and I can have as many scoops as I want. Then you take me to McDonald’s because I want chicken nuggets and you can’t tell my mommy because she says McDonald’s is gross.”

He just laughs softly as he sets her down to start plating up her lunch,”That’s a tall order to fill kiddo but we’ll see what I can manage. For now you better go to the table because Monster Rami is going to get you and then I’m going to eat your lunch.”

“Noooooooooo!” she dramatically squeals, while placing her hand over her heart and pretending to cry. “Not Monster Rami. Not my food.”

He just smiles again, and can’t help but to think that yup, little miss is going to be one  hell of a dramatic actress.

[bgharison]

Jot it Down July -- Fluffday the 20th

I did literally “jot down” the idea of this story, on the back of a school paper, on Friday.  And it’s fluff.  So I’m counting it as a Fluffday post.  Because fluff.  Fluffy fluffy fluff.

***

Steve had become rather accustomed -- okay, dependent -- on Danny to navigate him through huge, life-changing epiphanies.  So the fact that Danny wasn’t there for this one would have been humorous, and he might have laughed.

Might have, if he could just breathe.

***

Danny was stuck at the courthouse finishing his deposition after the winter formal fiasco, so it had fallen to Steve to pick up Gracie.  He’d been on the approved pick-up list since . . . well, he couldn’t remember, really, when Danny had added him.  He sat in the pickup line, thinking back to the days when Grace was in elementary and would come bounding down the steps, her backpack as big as she was.  Now she came down the stairs so gracefully, a stylish messenger bag across her shoulder.  It was somewhat routine, but still, Grace . . . every time, every damn time, she would get this look of apprehension.  Steve had quickly learned to call out a word of reassurance the minute she was within earshot.

“Courthouse,” he yelled through the open window of the passenger door of his truck.  

Grace smiled, then, and hopped up into the truck.

“Just a deposition,” Steve assured her.  “He’s going to pick up Charlie from your mom’s and meet up at our house.  You have homework?”

“Not so much that I couldn’t swim first,” Grace said, grinning at him.  

***

Grace was still in the shower, sluicing off the salt water, while Steve started chopping vegetables for the salad to go with the pizza that Danny was going to pick up.  Her homework was already spread neatly on the far end of the dining table, and Steve grinned as he passed it with a stack of plates and silverware in hand.  Chemistry.  Algebra.  She’d pulled out the subjects that she might need help with, ones that she knew were his favorites.  

It hit him about the time he put down the fourth plate, the smaller, melamine one they used for Charlie, in case his exuberance sent it sailing to the floor.  Again.

He wanted this.  This.  This honestly mundane, completely domestic . . . he wanted this.  The two kids, the bittersweet balance of alone time and kid time that came with shared custody, the homework, the dinner, the laundry, the smell of Gracie’s shampoo, Charlie’s sticky kisses, and Danny . . . waiting for Danny’s step on the porch.  Tonight.

Every night.

Waiting for Danny to be there . . . like a sixth sense, watching, waiting, listening, restless until Danny was there, to fill the Danny-sized void that he felt, like a missing limb, like a phantom pain, when Danny wasn’t there, next to him, where he belonged.

He had a fleeting thought that maybe it was the shared liver until he realized that he’d felt this way since . . . well, at least since Danny’s visits in prison, his lifeline . . . definitely since Danny had flung back the canvas on that truck in North Korea . . . absolutely since he’d gone to Columbia and pulled him out of that hell-hole . . .

“Uncle Steve?”  Gracie was standing at the end of the table, halted mid-way through pulling out her pencils and calculator, looking at him curiously.  “You okay?”

He wasn’t.  He wasn’t okay, not by a long shot.  He was absolutely terrified.

A muffled, gentle kick at the door.  Steve knew without conscious thought, could picture Danny, balancing pizzas in one hand, holding tight to Charlie’s hand with the other -- the kid was adorable, for sure, but he was also completely and totally reckless and unpredictable, and fast, they’d discovered, that time he’d gone chasing after a cute little gecko and Danny’s knee gave out and it had fallen to Steve to catch up to the toddler, who laughed uproariously when Steve had tossed him into the air and caught him, and blew a raspberry on his belly, and --

“Coming, Danno,” Gracie was yelling, looking at Steve quizzically over her shoulder as she went to the door.

“Hey, Monkey,” Danny said, as the door opened, and they somehow managed a seamless handoff of both pizza and Charlie, Danny kissing her on the cheek in the process.  Grace, Charlie, and pizza headed toward the dining room.  “I’ve got a cold six-pack in the car, be right back,” Danny tossed over his shoulder.

Steve stood in the doorway, watching as Danny hustled back to the Camaro, his slippahs padding softly.  He’d changed into a t-shirt which might have shrunk just a bit in the wash, the way it pulled over his broad shoulders and powerful back, and as he leaned into the car to grab the Longboards, Steve noticed the curve of his ass, hugged perfectly by faded, low slung shorts.  Steve ran one shaky hand over his face as his other arm propped him against the doorway.  He’d known, obviously, that Danny was a very attractive person, hell, anyone not legally blind would notice that, Kono had certainly made more than her fair share of inappropriate comments, especially after that little undercover situation, which had prompted her to declare loudly, without inhibition, to the entire office, that Danny was an amazing kisser and . . .

Okay, so armed with that knowledge and apparently an overwhelming episode of self-awareness, Steve realized that not only was Danny attractive, generally, he, Lieutenant Commander Steven McGarrett was attracted to him, specifically.  

Like, specifically and sexually, which, what even and oh, hell yes, there, his anatomy was already well ahead of his brain.

“You okay?” Danny asked, looking at him exactly like Gracie had.

And again, no, no, he wasn’t okay.  Not by a long shot.  He was absolutely terrified, and of course, his adrenaline-crazed system did sometimes equate terror and excitement -- okay, he’d admit it to himself even if he’d denied it vehemently to Danny, not that he thought Danny had ever believed him, and he was even pretty sure he’d caught Danny sneaking a peek to see just *how* literally accurate his assertion was that ‘maniacal, reckless plans and generalized explosives turn you on Steven, I swear to God’ . . .

“Steve?” Danny asked.  He’d reached the top of the stairs and his head was tilted, the same identical head tilt on Gracie and Charlie -- and how, how had Rachel ever thought she could deny that Charlie, blond, blue-eyed, sunshine personified Charlie was Danny’s -- the three of them, all three of them, with the head tilt, and the way they made Steve feel home and mine and love . . .

Danny snapped his fingers in front of Steve’s face, trying to get his attention.

“Hey, honey, I’m home,” he joked.

Steve would admit later that he might have made a strangled noise,  but if so, it was a very SEAL-like noise, and most emphatically not a whimper, no, definitely not a whimper as he reached, frantically, for Danny’s shoulders and hauled him to his chest.  Danny stiffened in surprise until he got with the program and let the bag slip down gently out of his hand until it could thunk, unharmed, those last couple inches onto the porch.

“Danny,” Steve murmured, one big hand coming up to cradle Danny’s head.  “Danny, you’re home.  Do you get it?   You and the kids, you’re everything that is home to me.  God, Danny, I want -- I need -- I -- you, Danny.  You and the kids, it’s --”

Danny’s arms wrapped around him, murmuring nonsense, like he would to soothe Charlie.  And at that point, Steve thought, he could pull this off, he could pull himself together, slap Danny on the back and give him one of his sincere -- God, how sincere, he hadn’t even known -- ‘love you, buddy’ hugs, tell him that he was just damn glad to have him and the kids there, you know, this was really nice, partner, sharing an evening together.  Punch him on the shoulder, thank him for the beer, let’s eat and then you can play with Charlie while I help Grace with chemistry and --

And then, he realized, that Danny had noticed.  Danny had noticed, if his sudden stillness and his stunned but careful pulling away from Steve was any indication and oh shit, oh shit,  Danny’s teenage daughter was in the house, if Danny noticed, then Danny might misunderstand and --

No.  Steve would rather risk losing Danny’s respect than losing his trust so he blurted it out --

“It’s you, Danny, it’s because of you, I swear to God.”

“It’s -- come’ere, you goof . . .”  and Danny was reaching for him and pulling him close again and . . .

Oh, thank fuck, Danny didn’t misunderstand, Danny was on board with this very new development, apparently, unless he had, like, Charlie’s sippy cup or something in his pocket.  And then Danny’s hands were reaching, one wrapping around his neck and one tugging a bit impatiently at his shoulder and --

“You giraffe, what --”

And Steve could work with that, he could, hell, everyone he’d ever kissed so far in his life had been shorter than him, he knew how to make this work, he could show Danny and so he did.  He really did, if Danny’s slightly blown pupils were any indication when they paused for air a few minutes later.

“I didn’t know, Danny, I . . . I meant it, I always meant it, I’ve loved you and the kids -- God, I love the kids -- but I didn’t know, not until tonight, I just -- “

Danny smiled up at him, soft and fond.

“You knew,” Steve said.  “How?”

“Well, not my first rodeo, Steve,” Danny said, a little wistful, but mostly still a lot turned on.

“Oh.  I -- oh.  Oh, see, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” Steve said.  “I didn’t know.  Until I did.  If you knew, Danny, why didn’t you -- why didn’t you say something, why --”

Danny leaned around Steve and grinned at Gracie and Charlie who were shamelessly observing the whole thing, Grace with a slice in one hand and her cell phone in the other, Charlie looking a little confused but mostly happy.

“I couldn’t risk our friendship,” Danny said.  “I couldn’t risk Uncle Steve.  I had to be sure, Steven.  When you have kids, you have to be sure.”

He looked back at Steve, his eyes questioning, challenging.

“You can be sure,” Steve said firmly.  He cupped Danny’s face in his hands and kissed him again, slipping one hand down into Danny’s back pocket.  “You can be sure of everything,” Steve whispered, a promise for later, for a time when they didn’t have the kids.

“Right now,” Danny said, clearing his throat and stepping away from Steve reluctantly, “I’m sure we have some dinner and possibly some explaining to do.”

Steve heard Grace’s giggle behind him and jumped as if he’d been tased.  He felt his ears turn hot.

“You’re funny, Uncle Steve,” Charlie declared.  “You jumped but Grace didn’t say boo.”

***

Late that night, Danny peeked in the door to the guest room.

“It’s late, Monkey,” he chided gently.  “Put the cell phone down and get some sleep.”

“Ok, Danno,” Grace said.  She peeked at him slyly over the top of her phone.  “Sweet dreams.”

He pointed at her in mock sternness.  “Okay, no wisecracks from the peanut gallery.”

She giggled again.  “Danno?”

“Yeah, Grace?”  Teenagers.  They could sit silent from school pick up to eleven pm, and just as you reached the end of your energy, that’s when they wanted to get into the deep conversations.  Danny took a deep breath, ready, regardless of his fatigue, to answer whatever and as many questions as Grace had.  He was only a tiny, tiny bit aware of Steve cleaning up in the kitchen, only a little bit conscious of the coffee brewing and the Irish whiskey that Steve had pulled down from the top cabinet.  Grace came first, always, and the man waiting to make him an Irish coffee and hopefully kiss him senseless knew that, and that’s why this was going to work.

“I’m glad Uncle -- I’m glad Steve decided to pick a different base,” Grace said.  “Finally.”

[lordavanti]

I locked myself in my room to write! What means I will write all day for you guys but especially for two amazingly supportive followers I have here that need a little feeling better/cheering up soooo what is coming today;

1. Hvitserk Marathon drabble: Imagine Hvitserk being jealous because you hang around his brothers to much while you both seretly admire each other. This will be for my sweet sister @ivarbarnes

2. Ubbe long fic: Imagine being the princess and finding Ubbe wounded and half drowned on your beach. You take care of him and offcourse ... fall for the viking he is. This will be for the supportive @pollaluci 

Two fluff Ragnarssons on the menu, Bon apitit

[mrsniallhoran505]

Good morning Sam girls

1st blurb theme: smiles meant for you

@ilovemycrayons

You knew he was thinking of you when you'd look over and see that little smile. It was reserved just for you.

It wasn't his big, laughing cause dean did something stupid, smile. Nor was it his, we just had a huge victory and I'm celebrating, smile. No, it was his, she's soft, sweet, kind, strong, and she's all mine, smile. It was your smile.

Some days it would show when you were just reading a book, curled up in your seat, hair in your face cause your focused. You'd hear him come in and when you looked up, there it was.

Other days it was when you held your own against the monster of the week. Taking it down like it was nothing more than the punching bag you learned to fight with. You'd look up, out of breath to see if he won his fight, and there it was.

You asked him about it once and all he said was that it was his way of saying I love without having to say it out loud. It was his moment of peace in a crazy life.

You love that smile, cause you know as long as he has it, there's something worth fighting for.

[huds-hub]

Rowdy approaches the kiddo and hands her a really nice purple scarf. It's a bit tattered but it still looks good enough to wear. "I want you to have that."

(( "Make My Character Feel Loved" meme ))

Despite its worn look, the scarf is comfy, like a warm hug. Undyne presses her face against it.

Is... is that a nuzzle against the plush gift...?

"Thanks... I guess."

[salveticn-a]

she's known pain in her life. it's something that simply came with being azem. little bruises and wounds were part of traveling, of trying to see everything this star had to offer.

she knows pain. or so she thought. but nothing could have prepared her for this. but she tries, she tries to keep her calm so she could say her goodbye. she isn't even sure if this young man before her is the real elidibus, or simply something zodiark had spit out to have the convocation stop fighting.

but it doesn't matter. azem holds his face between her hands as she can feel her body being sundered, as tears stream down her face but she still tries to smile "I am glad... I could protect you one last time" even if it came at the costs of her life. "hold -- hold your head high, elidibus. find friends. be happy" I am sorry I have to leave you alone, I pray someone else will survive. I pray you won't be the last one of us.

"at duties end... we will meet again"

@starsfreckled

     i don’t want to be alone !   was the only thing the emissary could think of , while running out and about among the crowd  that ran in the opposite direction , to the gates outside the polyleritae district itself . his eyes from behind his scarlet mask could barely hold any more tears — droplets dispersed in the air as he tirelessly sought for familiar faces to rely his soul to .

     but his mind felt like splitting apart and his heart ached unbearably so ! his people shouting in fear and despair were the only agonizing sounds that constantly filled his ears and accompanied him on his task . everywhere he looked , he only saw the end of a world ; he could no longer hold faith for his future and the mere thought that every second could be his last drove him to the edge of insanity .

     yet , even if the screams grew louder and that burdensome voice hammered his mind repeatedly , the youth carried on .

     the joy he felt upon finding lahabrea and emet-selch lying unconscious on the ground was indescribable , but not as roseate as he thought . the growling from his Lord mixed together with the shouting of his brethren , each blow was felt on his skin as well ; but because he parted from Him , He was weak . it was a lost battle .

     with tears in his eyes , the youth kneeled by them , petite palms tenderly holding their heads and resting them on his lap . slender fingers busy moving silver and blond locks away from their faces in gentle , desperate motions , in a way to seek the familiarity he craved .

     the umpteenth blow forced his torso to bend forward , a shot to his heart , an agonizing pain that had him shiver on the spot .   oh , it was the end …

     it was the end …

heart and mind split into two , his body shook as he desperately held lahabrea and emet-selch closer to him . his fingertips pressed tightly to their skin , his tears overflowing from sore , swollen eyes .   but as he looked up , he swore he saw the light : warm , beautiful , blinding . she stood in front of him , radiating beauty and delivering hope ; azem , the brightest star shining on that starless sky , gave him hope in the form of a smile . but the light , although the very essence of her , was not kind . if azem stayed , he would have lost her forever . for once … for once he wanted her to leave .

     azem , get away ! find shelter !   he wanted to scream , but no words left his lips . her hands on his cheeks felt like the caress he had been longing for , but it was going to be the last . the light — her essence , her smile … her words …

     azem … azem , don’t leave me … please …

     though beautiful , though blinding , though it carried her essence , the light split the world and separated him from her . though He laid defeated and his star was no more , no pain was greater than losing her .

[ ... ]

     he now rested in the limitless void that ushered reassurance , with the voice at the back of his head that manipulated his every action , with an aching emptiness in his chest that screamed her name . he was going to give it his all to fulfill his duty , no matter if it cost him his life ; he would see it done , so that he could see her again .

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

Heart eyes + sweet talk with our favorite funky little Pharoah

“Oh, Y/N,” Ahkmenrah breathed, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open, causing him to look more child than king as he surveyed the rooftop pool.

Your brother owned one of the most exclusive hotels in the city, and he let you pick a night in the middle of the week to surprise your boyfriend with some outdoor alone time.

“Chlorine doesn’t exactly smell like rose petals,” you apologized.

“You secured this area just for us?”

“Just for us,” you affirmed.

“So . . .” Ahk said gesturing at his clothes.

You held up the rooftop key between your fingers and gave it a little shake.

“No one’s getting up here until we’re ready to leave.”

Ahkmenrah’s face lit up, his grin contagious as he shed his clothes within a nanosecond, and you couldn’t help but laugh as your Ancient Egyptian was now standing on a rooftop in New York City gloriously naked.

“Your turn,” he sang as he looked at you like you were an ethereal creature instead of a mere mortal.

You followed his lead, stripping your clothes off quickly and relishing in the wicked feeling of being naked in such a public space; a part of you wondered just how many of the taller buildings around you had a telescope fixed on you at this very moment.

But there was something sexy about that thought, though, so you grinned and stretched, not missing the way Ahkmenrah’s eyes ran over your body.

Then, he held out his hand and you took it, letting him lead you into the water. Even though the pool was heated, and despite the stifling temperature of the city, you shivered as the cooler water enveloped you, your skin breaking out in little goosebumps as you swam to reach Ahk who was in water almost up to his neck.

He laughed for no reason, his arms splayed as they churned the water, so you swam into his embrace and wrapped your legs around his trim hips. The water held you up until Ahkmenrah’s arms found you, drawing you against his body.

“I have not felt this relaxed in ages, my love.”

“Good. I know it’s hard being cooped up all the time. I wanted to do something special for you.”

“Gifting me with your time, your presence, is more than I could ever ask for.”

“Stop,” you said, blushing at his praise and lowering your eyes to break the intimacy of the moment.

But Ahk was having none of that.

The water sloshed as he reached out to tip your chin back up. His eyes, a dark blue in the dim lighting from the underwater lamps throughout the rooftop pool.

“You are a treasure, Y/N. Never have I known a soul like yours.”

“You’re pretty special, too, pharaoh,” you said with a soft smile.

Ahkmenrah was looking at you like you had hung not just the moon, but the stars and the shadowy night that wrapped them up, too.

“I love you,” he stated firmly, proudly before he kissed you.

As your mouths moved together in a practiced heat, you knew, without a doubt, that you were the luckiest person in the universe to have found someone like Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth Kings, but more importantly, you had found the one true king of your heart.

[izurunity]

I am baking an undefined number of cakes for @hivemaeda and all the other kinnie scum very valid fluffy boys out there.

After all, it is a national holiday.

[mannequinentity]

Favorite way to receive affection?

Favorite way to give affection?

Do dirty jokes go over their head, or are they the one making the dirty jokes?

Soft Sunday meme

Favorite way to receive affection?

The constant nights that are plagued with PTSD-induced night terrors, waking up in a sweat and is unaware of where he is momentarily. Covered face with both hands, resisting the intense urge of breaking down emotionally. The shattered coping mechanism that ‘Men shouldn’t give into their despair in front of others. Only in private, alone.’

But…

Significant other wipes away his tears and is holding him affectionately, helping to distract him from his demons. Kisses all over his troubled facial features and eventually calms down in their arms.

Definitely his favorite, cause it’s the tipping point where his relationship with another has soared improvingly, where their affection's accepted in the midst of deeply troubled times. Wants to be hugged for hours at night, cuddling under the moonlit radiance that’s illuminating through the bedroom window.

Comfort affection for his bandaged soul.

Favorite way to give affection?

Hand-holding flutters his heart every time he makes the first move in a public setting. Cupping their faces with both hands, fingers laced and intertwined between his lover’s hair with their foreheads pressed against one another, sugarcoating names in slow whispers. Picking them up by their waists, carrying them around and spinning around.

Let’s not forget about tickles! While at the same time, giving them stupid nicknames with that evil devious grin on his face.

Romantic individual that sometimes give affection in the most gremlin of ways. Such as a poorly drawn paper of themselves, but very hideous and ugly faces of themselves. See? Very romantic of him. Or a DIY shirt made by him that points to this lover beside, says-

“This Sugarplum fairy may be a plum, but he’s/she’s filled with sugary goodness.”

Do dirty jokes go over their head, or are they the one making the dirty jokes?

He’s not one for dirty jokes, but if the other insists on it first. He’ll make it out of a challenge or a competition. To see who’s more dirty in nature. Just give him a hot dog to eat and he’ll pretend it’s something else, just to weird his partner out. Bonus with condiments.

Maybe that’s his secret. Weird them out to win the dirty joke war.

Even though he’s not a dirty person in general. Just a jokester who’s 'normal'

Sacrilege!

[fiiimbulvetr-a]

Elsa is just so full of love tonight. 

[stuckonstarker]

a cat person

Tony inspects the fuzzy creature that Peter brought into their home.

It’s a tiny kitten. It’s small and pitiful, but cute nonetheless. It’s fluffy with a white, beige, and gray calico pattern on its fur.

“I named her Tilly,” Peter says, holding her up like Simba.

Tony nods, “How do you know it’s a girl?”

“Well,” Peter says with the ‘I’m going to spend about five hours explaining this’ voice, “most calico cats are girls. Likewise, most orange tabby cats are male. It’s genetics-”

“Cool,” Tony says, cutting Peter off, “so, why Tilly?”

“I think it’s a pretty name,” Peter says. 

Tony watches as Tilly stumbles her way around the penthouse floor. She lets out small mewls of distress and Peter immediately scoops her up. Her mewls die down into a low purr. She starts kneading her tiny paws into Peter’s forearm. 

Me too, Tony thinks, amused. He uses his index finger to scritch the small kitten’s head. 

Tilly looks up at Tony with wide eyes that sparkle. They’re captivating and sweet.

Tony sighs, maybe this new addition to the family isn’t such a bad idea after all.

[sherlollydramoine]

Baking cookies with Snafu maybe like “you’ve got flour on your nose!!” or something

This is sooooo adorable and I love it!!!! Thank you for your request.

You’d been baking with Snafu all afternoon and he’d started to really get into it.

Snapping a few random pics of him as discreetly as you could was hard but he looked so adorable bare chested wearing one of your late grandmothers full aprons with the lace edging. 

He was currently bent over the oven checking the sixth batch of sugar cookies that you two had made for the bake sale at your kids school tomorrow.

Merriell took his job as a dad seriously, so when your daughter told him that she’d signed you and him up for the bake sale goods without your knowledge… he was not going to back down.

Your daughter Hélène and you were decorating the cookies, while daddy tended to the baking part. 

It wasn’t common knowledge that he was really good at it, but it was something that he’d picked up when he got home from the war. 

He always said the monotony, the precise measurements and the timing had to all be perfect which allowed his mind to settle when he got restless.

Your waistlines were all starting to suffer at the constant never ending sweet treats and home made breads he was constantly baking.

These days he just bakes for the hell of it, because he enjoys it.

You walk over to him placing a soft kiss to his cheek

“I love you Mer,” you said, as he pulls you into his arms.

“I love you to Cher.”

You giggled softly and swiped at his perfect nose

“What’s so funny YN?”

“You’ve got some flour on your nose,” you pointed out as you kiss the tip of his nose.

[tabihe]

Fluffyday

What kinda fluff should I do?  Ahhhh~  I could try Flashwave?  Hmm.. Coldflash, Speedster Family?  Damian (gen)?  Spideypool?  Spidey & Avengers?  So many choices...