#holding hands literally forever

[oatmilk-vampire]

“Hold my fucking hand, loser. We're using the buddy system for the rest of our lives.”

-- Wade and Logan (probably definitely especially while listening to Madonna)

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

A very self indulgent tatted and pierced up Ichimatsu thas it

[bromcommie]

trying to draw fanart for the first time in 89235 years like "what do these people I stare at all day every day look like again"

[oliverreedmasterass]

What a beautiful day for GVF fans: Josh discussed feeling accepted and loved in a deeply personal and touching Rolling Stones article and [looks at smudged writing on hand] Jake changed all of his instagram captions to itallic font during witching hours last night

[werebutch]

My sex and gender class is cool and I enjoy it bcuz it’s allllllll discussion every day and even if I disagree with people I like hearing thoughts. Expands my perspective. But it kinda weirds me out because my prof keeps talking about how lesbians have it kinda easy and we’re not that oppressed or made into outcasts as much as like… bisexuals. Or something. Thinking emoji. It’s not a competition but I just think it’s kinda weird !

[hythlodaes]

o dear soul / flesh and bone

love alone / is your home

[sweet-marigold]

It’s missing blitzfizz hours….. I miss them so much 😭😭

Warning for long tags

[laesas]

I don't know how much more explicit the message of "THIS IS GROOMING" could have been without Be On Cloud superimposing it in all-caps text over every one of Non and his teacher's scenes. People interpreting that as "cheating" are cracked in the fucking head.

[str4ngr]

hold on tight [ miguel o’hara ]

lil bit of a ramble, no capitalism

cw: gn! reader, fluff, a lil angst but not yk? essencially angst w/ comfort

patience was always something miguel struggled with. whether it be with the coffee machine, the elevator, or an anomaly, he was unbelievably impatient. it was impressive, how much effort it took for him to actually learn- well, to deal with waiting would be more accurate. running errands, shouting, eating, all some of his favorite pass times.

until you.

oh, you. you were the one that made every thirty-four hour shift feel like nothing when he got to see your smile. you were the one that never broke when he tried to bend you, deescalating, compromising, understanding. you were the one who blushed so perfectly when his heart fell from his lips unto yours, alluring eyes shining in adorable romance as looked at him.

romance was hard for a man like him. one who never really experienced such sweetness for such an extensive time, he almost forgot. what he certainly did have, was fear.

how else should he feel when his heart starts to race when he walks with you? there was no threat, apart from maybe a chihuahua, but regardless, the metaphor "a walk in the park", was a metaphor for a reason, right? so what was this... absurd jittering? the sweaty palms, the hyper focused vision, the powerful smell of your shampoo... your shampoo? no, that was your conditioner. he knew the difference. He knew the difference of each hair product, the frizz the sticks out from the back of your head when you rush to dry your hair. 

oh but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. no matter what you said, the way you shifted under his burning gaze, timid and flustered as his eyes bloomed with unfathomable degrees of adoration as he held every feature of your face in his eyelids. he couldn’t get past the eerie tingling the crawled from his fingertips to his shoulders, making the hairs. on his arm grow as he realized just how close your knuckles were to his. 

your hand looked so warm, soft. just so perfect to hold.

but could he? could he hold onto you if the world dissolves again? could he ever trust himself-

a warmth so familiar yet new enveloped his hand. calming, mind bogglingly, comforting, was your touch as you gently clasped his hand, your palm meeting his as your eyes avert from his. painting of rosy cheeks, shy eyes as you smile softly, your thumb running over his rough knuckles, squeezing his hand softly. 

miguel could hold onto you. so he squeezed back.

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crying a lil bit

omfg this took me so long to figure out.

about the angst... it will hopefully be out by early september!!

directory.

[multifandomhoodies]

anyone else hate long distance relationships and lack of consistent feelings on their part

[steviecrowdude]

hey malevolent fans who like to ship arthur and john i havent seen a lot of yall realize that. they can hold hands.

like this

[thomyorkenumberonefan]

[thegreatyin]

mr spices and mr wines. also mr candles and mr veils.

have you ever seen that one tumblr post that's like. "i don't ship these characters i just think they belong in couples therapy together". yeah. that's pretty much my stance on most spacebat ships

[emmyrosee]

…..guys….. I think im a otoya girl now 😔✨

[watercolor-hearts]

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[justablah56]

Since you seem to be having a bad day, I threw together a little ficlet for you. Read/respond at your leisure (whether that's in 3 minutes or not until next year)

It had been a long fucking day.

It was a full day of teaching for Terry Jr, with a bad cold wiping out the entire drama department of San Dimas High (which had only been two teachers and a tech in the first place). There was screaming, and snotty noses, and one or two kids bursting into tears, and by the time the school bell rang, he was just about ready to collapse. And, of course, that was clearly asking too much, because it was drama club that day. 2 whole hours of dealing with kids who are meant to be off book two weeks ago, and still hadn't learnt half their lines. It was a fucking nightmare.

Now, dear reader, don't misunderstand. Terry absolutely adored his job and the kids he worked with. But today was one of those days where you just want to roll over and hide back under the covers.

The train had been cramped and noisy, even if the journey had been mercifully free from the kids usual loud arguments. (Why they insisted on riding back with Terry Jr, he had no idea. It was baffling though that Scary waited for him, and they were going to the same house. Although, somehow, her friends always seemed to stay over longer than expected.) Honestly, it was a relief to lock the door behind them all, the kids rushing off to the garden for soccer practice - mostly moral support to be honest.

Terry wearily pulled off his shoes, before turning to Scary.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm gonna go have a lie down. Let your mom know, okay?"

Scary, for once, didn't seem to protest either the request or the nickname. She just nodded, frowning.

"Yeah, sure. Go have a nap or whatever." He ruffled her hair a little (this did elcit an irritated groan. He may not be her dad, but she was still his kid and it was his duty to embarrass her in front of her friends after all) and headed upstairs.

Terry didn't bother to turn on the lights as he collapsed down into the bed, just letting himself he enveloped by the darkness and the comfy sheets. He felt bad about breaking his normal routine of kissing Veronica when they both got home, but honestly he just couldn't handle doing anything other than laying down right now.

He lay there with his head burried in the pillow for maybe a minute, maybe an hour, when he felt the bed dip.

"Hey, Tear-Bear. Bad day?"

There was his amazing wife, the light of his life. Her hair was flying loose from her bun, and even in the dark Terry could see that her office clothes were slightly rumpled.

She was stunning.

"You know, you gotta stop picking up Nicky's pet names. He has far too many." Terry mumbled as he grabbed her hand, tiredly bringing it up to his lips.

"Ah, but that would mean I don't get to hang out with your wife as much. Darling." A familiar weight draped itself over him, tail curling round his leg. "Dropping round unexpectedly and hanging out with V without you is half the fun."

Nicky's voice was a soothing rumble against his chest. Somehow, just having his two partners here made it easier to relax. Even if Nicky had definitely not announced that he'd be coming over. Veronica kicked her feet up and slung an arm over Terry's shoulder, pulling him closer.

"Come on, time for you to rest, TJ."

okokok I've hoarded this fic long enough , ive probably reread this AT LEAST 5 times now xnsnmsms anyways it means *so very much* to me that you decided to write an adorable little ficlet for me bcs i was not feeling good <3333 this lil fic is literally *so* cute i don't know how to properly convey to you how much i love this but icy i love this so much . thank you <33333