#home brew meme

[theladyofwutheringheights]

When you finish crime and punishment…

[cxpperhead]

WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR AURA?

Honeysuckle

Succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, notes in bottles. Your essence is honeysuckle: you are quiet and avoidant, submerged in your own privacy. You compartmentalize effortlessly; you are many pieces, and rarely do others see the whole picture. You are creative but trepid -- cautious to address your feelings even in solitude. You are the recluse. You are the librarian. You find kinship in like-minded individuals of Moss, Chartreuse, Sage, and Peach, who share your profound curiosity. You are also drawn to the expressive souls Seafoam and Apricot, who will help you grow and trust others to listen respectfully to you. However, you may struggle to get along with the people-pleasing personalities of Rose and Cream who come across as shallow and pandering.

Tagged by: @bluefeathrs (♡) Tagging: @arkhmlcst, @arobinwithoutbatman, @cxpedcrusxder, @dethdvncer, @dogtccth, @dragonskxn, @question-marked, @red-hemlock, @themckaytriarchy, @the-rorschach-mask, @twilightlane and anybody else who'd like to do this?

[fiddler-sticks]

[transsexual-necromutilomaniac]

[theology101]

You know, the silver lining is that, after craft beer reveals the deep flaws in their marriage and his inadequacy as spouse, they typically stop?

I guess they move on to Moonshine

[theskyisdown]

Made some beer a few weeks ago, a very nice chocolate stout, and had some of it tonight. I only drank about two bottles (500ml each so a liter of beer total). Felt a bit of a buzz and ended up making ramen for my boyfriend for when he got off work.

During The Making of the Ramen I remember stumbling around, putting on my regency era reenactment clothes complete with a waistcoat and frilled jabot, and then I woke up in bed naked and using a bathrobe as a blanket THREE HOURS LATER

I remember NOTHING past making ramen NOTHING AT ALL but according to my boyfriend I made some killer ramen, stripped down so I wouldn’t vomit on my outfit, our cat scratched me on my face, and then I proceeded to play through the fucking library mission with the Flood in Halo CE???? And then passed out??? And I don’t remember any of it?????????? What the fuck?????????

[reptussanctus]

WHAT’S WRONG BABE

YOU HAVEN’T TOUCHED YOUR GRILLED CHEESUS YET 🥺

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Six Times Toto Pushed His Luck (Part1)

Part 2

word count: 888

Pairing: Toto Wolff x wife reader

Summary: When Toto Wolff's antics push his wife to the brink, she resorts to calling him by his full name, "Torger," reminding him who's really in charge in their playful yet loving relationship.

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You never really called him by his full first name. Toto was just easier, softer, and it fit him—most of the time. But sometimes, just sometimes, he pushed you to the edge, and then ‘Toto’ wasn’t enough. That’s when ‘Torger’ came out, a signal that he was skating on thin ice. And on very rare, very special occasions, when things were absolutely out of control, it became ‘Torger Christian Wolff.’

1. Monaco Apartment - Breakfast Disaster

It started off as a calm morning in Monaco, the sunlight streaming into your apartment. You’d barely woken up when you heard the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen. Toto’s cooking. You sighed, knowing exactly where this was headed.

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of him attempting to scramble eggs in the smallest pan possible. Half of the eggs were sticking to the pan, the other half still runny, and he had the heat turned up too high.

“Toto,” you began gently, “maybe I should—”

“I’ve got this,” he said, his voice confident.

Seconds later, the eggs flipped awkwardly, some landing on the stove, some… on the floor. You pinched the bridge of your nose, exasperated.

“Torger,” you finally said, crossing your arms. “You need to stop before we end up with a fire.”

He froze, the name cutting through his concentration. “Torger? It’s not that bad.”

“Torger. Step away from the stove.”

2. Silverstone Garage - Headphones Drama

Silverstone was in full swing, the race just as intense as you expected. Things weren’t going Mercedes’ way, and you could feel Toto’s frustration brewing from across the garage. Then, as if on cue, it happened—the dramatic slamming of the headphones. He ripped them off his head and threw them down onto the table in one swift, angry motion.

You sighed. How many pairs had he gone through this season? Too many to count.

“Torger,” you said, louder than usual to cut through the tension. “If you break one more pair of headphones…”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Torger?”

“Yes. Torger. Those things are expensive, and you’re going to run out at this rate.”

He chuckled, the tension easing a bit. “Alright, alright. I’ll be gentler.”

3. Vienna - The Overpacking Incident

Packing for a quick weekend trip to Vienna should have been simple. Should have been. But when Toto decided to take the lead, you knew you were in for trouble. You opened the suitcase and stared in disbelief. There were four pairs of shoes, multiple shirts, and enough clothes to last a month.

“Torger,” you called from the bedroom. “Come here.”

He appeared in the doorway, clearly proud of his work. “I packed for us.”

You pointed at the suitcase. “Torger, why are there four pairs of shoes? We’re gone for two days!”

“I thought options would be good.”

“Torger, we don’t need options. We need space. Unpack this now.”

4. The Paddock - PDA Overload

The paddock was bustling, as usual, cameras and fans everywhere. You and Toto were walking through when, out of nowhere, he decided it was the perfect moment for an over-the-top kiss. In front of everyone. The photographers snapped away, and you could practically feel the internet lighting up with memes.

“Toto,” you whispered, trying to pull away.

“What?” he asked, his grin devilish.

You shot him a look, but he leaned in again, clearly enjoying himself. That’s when you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Torger. Not in front of everyone!”

He laughed, finally pulling back. “What? Can’t I show my wife some affection?”

“Torger, not when the whole grid is watching.”

5. Home Gym - The Training Competition

One of Toto’s favorite pastimes was working out, and today, he had challenged you to a little ‘friendly’ competition. At first, it was fun—some light weights, a few squats—but as the session went on, his competitive side started showing. He kept pushing, adding more weights and insisting on extra rounds.

By the time you were on your third set of squats, you’d had enough. Your legs felt like jelly, and he was still going strong.

“Torger,” you panted, dropping the weights. “I’m not a Formula 1 driver. This is insane.”

“One more set,” he said, completely ignoring the exhaustion in your voice.

“Torger,” you warned, “if you make me do one more squat, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

He chuckled, finally letting you off the hook. “Fine, fine. You win.”

6. Baku - The Meltdown

Baku was not going well. The race had been a disaster, and Toto’s mood was even worse. He spent the entire evening pacing, ranting about strategies, tires, and everything that had gone wrong. You had tried to calm him down, but nothing worked.

Finally, he stormed into the hotel room, still mid-rant, and that was when you’d had enough.

“Torger Christian Wolff,” you snapped, your voice sharper than you’d ever intended.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. You never used his full name unless you were seriously upset.

“You need to stop this. It’s done, the race is over. Either calm down or I’m calling Christian Horner to tell him you need a break.”

Toto blinked, stunned. “You wouldn’t…”

“Try me, Torger Christian.”

He stared at you for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. “Alright, I’ll stop.”

“Good.”

[smoshyourheadin]

spencer agnew visiting reader at work (they can work retail or anything)

good things

pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: loverboy spencer you will always be famous

the morning rush had finally subsided at the small corner coffee shop where you worked, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air. you were behind the counter, wiping down the espresso machine, when the door chimed softly. you glanced up and saw your boyfriend spencer step in, looking slightly out of place but wearing a warm, albeit shy, smile.

"spence! hey!" you called out, genuinely surprised but happy to see him.

"hey," he replied, giving a little wave as he made his way to the counter. "thought I'd come by and check out your coffee shop. i’ve heard good things through the grapevine. apparently there’s this one barrista who is really bad at super smash bros, so i had to come check for myself" he said, clearly trying to pick fun at your “professional” level gaming skills

"well, you've heard correctly about the coffee," you teased, gesturing to the blackboard menu. "anything catch your eye?"

he scanned the options, eventually settling on a caramel macchiato and a blueberry muffin. "I'll take these, please," he said, handing you his card.

you put your hand out to stop him. “hey, it’s on the house. we have a deal called ‘cute nerds get free coffee’ but, you didn’t hear that from me.” you say, smiling at him fondly. "but yeah, um,” you drum your fingers on the counter.” “caramel whatever you wanted, coming right up," you said, quickly preparing his order.

"spence, can you stay for a bit? i was about to take my break anyway," you asked once you handed him his drink and muffin.

"yeah, sure! I'd love to hang out," he said, visibly relaxing a little.

you both found a quiet corner by the window, where the sunlight streamed in, casting a warm glow over the table. spencer took a sip of his drink and smiled. "this is really good."

"i’d hope it would be, almost as if it’s my job to make good coffee, hey?” you retort. “so, how's your day been?" you asked, leaning back in your chair, curious about his world which is oh so different to yours.

"it’s been pretty busy. we were filming a new episode for smosh mouth this morning. lots of laughs," he said. "amanda was really good this episode, i’ll have to introduce you to her some time soon, you’ll like her."

you nodded, imagining the lively atmosphere of a shoot with him, knowing what he’s like at home. "sounds good! anything else new today? ooh! how’s alex?”

spencer chuckled, his shyness melting away as he tells you about his best friend alex, who you’ve come to love. he tells you about how in a ‘who memed it’ shoot, he had to explain a joke to shayne, who was bewildered by how he drew luke with a leftover tray in his throat.

as you listened, you couldn't help but appreciate how genuine and kind he was. it was just a moment of clarity as the sun cast over his face, his hair looking auburn in the light as you watched his eyes as he spoke, the moment seemingly making him look even more beautiful.

"so, what about you? how’s work been here?" he asked, turning the conversation back to you.

"it's been good. busy, but y’know i love it here," you said. "plus, i sometimes get total babes who come in and talk to me about their day, it’s crazy."

spencer giggled, and blushed slightly at the compliment, looking down at his coffee. "it must be nice!”

you both continued chatting, the conversation flowing easily as the minutes slipped by. it was a simple yet perfect break from the usual routine, filled with smiles.

eventually, your break time came to an end. "ugh, i should get back to work," you said reluctantly, standing up and rubbing your eyes, not wanting to think about the hours ahead.

"yeah, I should head out too. i need to go and feed jimi” he said in reference to your cat as he stood up. “but it was really lovely seeing you," spencer kissed your forehead as you walked him to the door.

"come by anytime," you said with a smile. "its always nice to have good company."

"i’ll definitely take you up on that," he replied, giving you one last shy smile before heading to the door.

as he left, you couldn't help but feel a little lighter, knowing that a simple visit from him could make you feel fuzzy any time.

[howlingday]

One of jaune's sisters comes for a visit she too becomes a meme

I can't find the previous post to this. Once found, I'll link it here. Anyways, enjoy the show.

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Arc Sister: See ya later, Jaune.

Jaune: See ya, Vivi.

The Arc siblings shared a hug before the younger of the two stepped away to board the bullhead heading back to their childhood home in Ansel. Her time at Beacon was short, but well spent as the two would laugh and reminisce of their youthful upbringing on the family farm. However, it wasn't long after she'd left and Jaune made his way back to his dorm that trouble started brewing.

Cardin: Hey, Jauney-boy.

Jaune: What's up, Cardin?

Cardin: You seen the latest memes?

Jaune: What meme?

Cardin: The one of your sister floating around.

Jaune: ...WHAT?

Across Cardin's screen, down the Beacon group chat and slipping into the Schneenet were images and memes of Jaune's younger sister in her armor set. Cardin noticed the screen started getting brighter on both ends of his scroll, which only happened if someone was gripping the device too hard.

Cardin: Hey, hey! (Yanks scroll away) Easy with the-

Jaune: WHO?!

Cardin: Huh?

Cardin was held by his chest plate and brought down to eye level with Jaune. Eye level of an older brother thinking only the most violent of thoughts.

Jaune: WHO DID THIS?!

Maybe showing images of people mocking his little sister's "Very nice~!" catchphrase wasn't such a good idea after all.

[sinisterexaggerator]

NSFW / 18+

[Hancock]

➤ oneshots:

Nothing to lose

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are important to John Hancock; there is a radstorm brewing. As a skilled and reformed scavver, you’re after a part for a decommissioned lounger—it belongs to Doc Amari’s famed Memory Den.

Hancock's tense; he should have gone with you, but it’s not too late to search you out. He would be glad to have you home safe in his arms, only things don’t always go as planned, nor do you go unpunished for your negligence.

Little Red Dress

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You're wearing a little red dress, one that teases and tantalizes Hancock. You're the Mayor of Goodneighbor's prized possession, and it does not bode well for you to tempt him so, especially in public.

Hard Feelings

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

hancock x f!reader

Summary: You are the General of the Minutemen. Hancock is your companion when out on missions. It's all fun and games until there are hard feelings at play, the ghoul thinking that one day you just might leave him.

➤ headcanons:

First impression

NSFW Alphabet

Possible explanation for why Hancock likes you addicted to chems

Game glitch (cw:suicide)

[Nick Valentine]

➤ oneshots

Final Straw

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

valentine x f!reader

Summary: You're sick to death of listening to people insult and belittle Nick; you take matters into your own hands, much to the Synth's surprise, but your methods are a little bit unorthodox.

True Colors

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

valentine x f!reader

Summary: Nick Valentine hardly ever leaves your thoughts, but you're barely on his radar. Your infatuation takes a rather interesting turn; you're caught red-handed in his bed, wearing candy apple lipstick and a freshly laundered dress. What is to become of you? Will you be able to confess your feelings, or will you run away instead?

➤ headcanons:

First impression

[Valencock]

✩ Coming soon.

[Cooper Howard / The Ghoul]

✩ Coming soon. Maybe? Idk.

➤ Memes/random: #1 | #2 | #3 |#4 |#5 |#6 |#7 |#8 | #9 | #10 | #11 | #12 | #13 | #14 | #15 | #16

➤ Thot thoughts / incorrect quotes: #1 | #2 | #3 | #4 | #5

[misshoneyimhome]

🇸🇪 GRATTIS PÅ FÖDSELSEDAGEN - William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius - May 1st 🇸🇪

[Willy’s birthday party]

Thank you for participating in this little celebration 🥳 Though it was with short notice, I do appreciate all the inputs 🙏🏼 And hopefully, this blurb is somewhat enjoyable to read, as we prepare for the match to come 🤍

Warnings; 18+ smut; just loads of oral sex (f and m receiving) , unprotected penetrative sex;

Word count; 2.3K+

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost

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Morning Bliss

The morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle golden light across the bedroom where you and William lay entwined in each other's arms. It was a rare moment of tranquillity amidst the chaos of playoff season, and you were determined to savour it.

William had returned late the previous night, weary from the excitement of the game in Boston. But today was special—it was his birthday, a day of celebration and happiness. You had silently promised yourself not to mention his birthday until the outcome of the game was decided, as you didn't want to add any unnecessary pressure or dampen the mood if the Leafs were to face an exit from the playoffs. But fortunately, luck had been on their side, and the team emerged victorious.

As the gentle hum of your alarm clock filled the room, you shifted beside William, a playful grin forming on your lips. Careful not to disturb his slumber, you slipped out of bed to prepare the first meal of the day, approved by Margaret of course. Then returning with a tray filled with his favourite breakfast treats – Swedish pancakes, with cloudberry jam and cream, scrambled eggs, and bacon along with some fresh berries – you placed it on the empty side of the bed.

The scent of warm pancakes filled the air, mingling with the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. And sensing movement, Pablo and Banksy, the two furry companions, stirred from their slumber at the foot of the bed, their tails wagging with excitement.

Then with a tender touch, you brushed a stray strand of hair from William's forehead, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Time to rise and shine, birthday boy," you whispered softly.

Slowly, William began to stir, his eyes fluttering open as he caught the delightful scent wafting through the room. A lazy smile graced his lips as he took in the scene before him – the woman he adored, his beloved dogs, and a tray filled with breakfast delights.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice still laced with sleepiness as he sat up a little.

You chuckled softly, snuggling up beside him as you arranged the tray between you. "Happy birthday, Willy," you said, your words brimming with warmth and affection.

And together, you indulged in a leisurely breakfast in bed, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's company, which was enough to dispel any lingering drowsiness. With the morning sun casting its golden glow across the room, you couldn't help but feel thankful for this peaceful moment amidst life's chaos. As you stole glances at William, his eyes shining with joy, you realised that there was nowhere else you'd rather be than right here, celebrating the man who had captured your heart.

Home Comforts

As the morning gently shifted into early midday, you and William embraced the day with a serene sense of calm and satisfaction. Following a relaxed breakfast in bed, you both lingered beneath the covers, browsing Instagram reels and sharing soft laughter as you stumbled upon amusing memes and adorable puppy videos.

But then eventually, the call of the day grew stronger, and you rose from bed, leaving William to luxuriate in the warmth of the sheets for a little while longer, before he finally made his way out the door in his most comfort attire to take the dogs for a walk. 

Meanwhile, padding into the kitchen, you slowly began preparing a special lunch for him, one that would evoke memories of his childhood in Sweden—Swedish meatballs.

The comforting scent of sizzling meat and aromatic spices filled the kitchen as you worked, a nostalgic aroma that brought a smile to your face. Aware of William's fondness for these familiar flavours, you took delight in crafting them for him, aiming to provide a taste of home on his special day.

And as the meatballs simmered to perfection, you carefully set the table, adding thoughtful touches here and there to enhance the meal's charm. Then when William returned from his call with family and his leisurely stroll with the dogs, he was greeted by the tempting aroma of his favourite dish filling the air.

The joy that lit up his face upon entering the kitchen warmed your heart, his eyes brimming with happiness at the sight before him. "Swedish meatballs?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and delight.

You nodded, a playful grin playing on your lips.

And together, you enjoyed yet another meal; a relaxed lunch, savouring each mouthful of the delicious food as you chatted and chuckled, relishing the simple pleasure of each other's company. With the sun still casting its warm glow around the room, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments together, celebrating the man you adored in the comfort of your own home.

Then later in the day, William headed off to some training and ice time, where his teammates briefly acknowledged his birthday amid their focused preparations for the upcoming game. However, upon returning home, he found a different kind of solace awaiting him—a sanctuary of tranquillity and affection where he could leave the demands of hockey behind and simply unwind.

Sensual Delights

Yet, as William crossed the threshold into your home, the fatigue from the day's training and ice time began to fade, replaced by a surge of excitement and anticipation. His senses sharpened as he caught sight of you, reclining on the table, naked and adorned with his other favourite delicacy—sushi.

A tangible tension filled the air, charged with desire and longing as William's gaze roamed over your figure, his heart quickening its beat. Relaxation was the furthest thing from his mind now, replaced by a different kind of hunger.

The dinner unfolded at a leisurely pace; each bite of sushi cherished with reverence as a sensual aura enveloped you both. Soft music floated through the room, the sultry melodies of Drake, The Weeknd, and Post Malone enhancing the seductive ambiance.

With each morsel of sushi, William alternated between eating and feeding you, the intimacy of the moment deepening the connection between you. His touch was tender yet possessive as he traced the curves of your body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your skin as he indulged in the feast before him.

But it was when his lips brushed against your bare core, drawing sweet moans of pleasure from your lips, that the intensity of the moment truly ignited. Slowly, teasingly, William trailed kisses up your body, savouring every inch of your skin as you exchanged smiles, laughter, and passionate kisses. Completely lost in a haze of desire, you surrendered to the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his touch as he worshipped you with his lips and tongue.

Time seemed to stand still as you immersed yourselves in each other, the outside world fading into insignificance as you luxuriated in the ecstasy of the moment. William was a master of diving into meals, and your cunt was just another perfect treat on the menu. The taste of your juices, mixed with the sweet sounds of your moans only had his mind boing wild.

And after a rather intense yet wonderful orgasm, you presented him with his birthday gifts, each one chosen with love and thoughtfulness. The designer watch he had longed for adorned his wrist, a symbol of your enduring love. And the small, framed photo of Pablo and Banksy, rendered in pop art style, brought a smile to his face, a reminder of the joy and companionship you shared.

Sweet Indulgence

With the lingering scent of sex in the air, you and William seamlessly transitioned from savouring dinner to indulging in dessert. The cake, a traditional Swedish recipe handed down from William's mother, tempted you both with its sweet fragrance filling the room.

Yet, this wasn't just about eating cake. With desire still smouldering between you, each bite became an intimate exchange, shared between lovers with a hunger that surpassed mere food.

As you fed each other morsels of cake, the sweetness of the icing blending with the saltiness of your skin, the line between indulgence and foreplay blurred. Occasionally, your lips met in fiery kisses, the taste of cake lingering as you explored each other's mouths with a passion born from desire.

But soon, William's lips found your skin once more, tracing kisses along your neck and collarbone with an intensity that left you breathless. With skilled expertise, he teased and tantalised your senses, his tongue creating patterns of bliss across your skin until you were lost in pleasure.

"Mmm, loved the cake, baby," he huskily hummed against your skin. "But how about I eat your cake..."

And then nother wave of pleasure surged through you as William's skilled mouth drove you to new heights of bliss. Lost in the moment, you surrendered to the sensations, your body responding eagerly to his touch as he brought you to another climax with his oral skills.

But even as you revelled in the afterglow, William's own desires burned fiercely within him, evident in his hardness. With a commanding growl, he guided you to the table, his need for a release clear as he claimed you with fervour, bending you over.

His thrusts were slow and deep, yet deliberate and passionate, each movement bringing you closer to the peak of ecstasy. The table beneath you rocked with the force of his movements, your moans mingling with his own primal sounds of pleasure.

Yet, it was when he spun you around and lifted you onto the table, his actions growing more urgent, that you sensed you were both nearing climaxes. With each thrust, he propelled you towards the pinnacle of pleasure, the intensity of the moment threatening to consume you.

And as you reached the peak together, your bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion, you couldn't help but chuckle softly at the irony of the situation. "Well, Happy Birthday to you," you whispered breathlessly, your voice filled with laughter and affection. "But it seems like I'm the one getting the presents."

As the echoes of pleasure dissolved into the air, you and William lay spent and breathless, savouring the aftermath of your passionate encounter. With a tender smile, you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before gently disentangling yourselves.

Intimate Interlude

The warm cascade of the shower enveloped you both as you stood together, washing away the remnants of cake and indulgence. It was a tender moment, filled with gentle caresses and whispered words of affection, the intimacy between you deepening with each passing second.

Once dried and refreshed, you tackled the remaining tasks of the evening with a shared sense of purpose, the anticipation of what lay ahead lingering in the air like a sweet, intoxicating scent. With meals prepared and the kitchen tidied, you settled onto the sofa, ready to lose yourselves in one of William's beloved movies.

Yet, as the film played on, the gentle touches between you evolved into something more, desire and longing thickening the air. It was a hunger that pulsed between you, drawing you closer until your lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within you both.

And with fervent kisses and roaming hands, you surrendered to the moment, consumed by passion and desire. The world around you faded as you explored each other with love and longing once again, the sound of your breath mingling with the rush of ecstasy as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment.

Even in the midst of passion, you kept your focus on the gift you wanted to give William on his special day. With tender kisses and whispered promises, you traced a path of gentle caresses down his body, leaving a trail of warmth until you reached your destination.

With anticipation building, you took his length into your mouth, your tongue expertly teasing and tantalising, driving him to the brink of pleasure. It was an unparalleled sensation, overwhelming him with ecstasy as he surrendered to the bliss of your touch.

And as he reached his climax, you eagerly embraced his release, relishing the taste of him on your tongue as you continued to show him your love and affection. It was a moment of pure joy, shared between two souls bound by an unbreakable bond.

With his release, you both knew it was time to retire to bed, mindful of the upcoming game. But as you nestled together beneath the covers, wrapped in each other's embrace, you found comfort in the knowledge that whatever tomorrow held, you would face it together, united in love and devotion.

[gojosvoid-moved]

husbands aran and shinsuke would take such good care of you pls i'm actually getting emotional over it :')

they're both up earlier than you given their jobs and schedules but aran always spends some more time after his morning run and shower in bed with you, while shinsuke is already out and about. he tells you about cute dogs he saw and your plans for the day, kissing your sleepy giggles from your lips and leaving you so loved and feeling warm all over once he really has to leave. and then there's shin who always prepares breakfast for the three of you, his own little ritual before going to the fields; careful, gentle, competent hands handling the food with so much love that you can taste it once you sit down to enjoy his labor. the rice is soft, the vegetables perfectly seasoned and the freshly brewed coffee fills you both with energy and a deeply seated, all encompassing appreciation as you think of him.

shinsuke also makes sure to check in on you once he's taking his afternoon break, whether you're home or not, and the two of you talk about everything and nothing at all, simply enjoying each other's company. he picks up on all your moods and always manages to cheer you up with his loving honesty, telling you about all your qualities and the things he loves about you. your face heats up every time, no matter how long it's been since you got together, because the open, unabashed way he talks about you so endearingly leaves no room for discussion. you, in turn, give him as much love back as you can— so many heart emojis via text, your spoken thanks in case you're on the phone during your own break, or kisses if you're home with him, taking extra care to leave him a little breathless yourself, whispering soft praises and thanks against his skin.

most days, aran comes home late, given the strict training schedule he has. he is one of the best, after all, and that doesn't come from taking it easy. (you've been texting all day, though, and he always returns to his routine with a gentle smile on his lips and better posture, cherishing the sweet words and terrible memes you've been sending him. it gives him strength— to know that you're always there cheering him on, whether it's at an actual game or from home or your work place while he's training to get stronger.) shinsuke and you are both in the kitchen, soft instrumental music playing in the background as you chatter with each other, and it feels so much like home that aran's chest tightens every single evening without fail. he toes off his shoes in the genkan and moves into the beautiful, open kitchen, smile already on his face and he watches the two of you light up as you greet him. he steps towards shinsuke first, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, hand on his hip and a mumbled „tadaima“ muffled by the skin to skin contact. you watch them from your spot at the table with almost actual hearts in your eyes, face in your hands and a giddy excitement growing in your belly at having both your boys home with you again.

author's note ⊹ hi thank you for reading!!!! if you enjoyed, reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

[ihhfhonao3]

Not to put on the tinfoil hat but guys think about this. Pretty much all the ace attorney games are now ported and localized. Theres a steady stream of content, the twitter keeps people engaged by playing with the memes we’ve made, they’re ACTIVE with us. The community is pretty big, don’t lie- we randomly trend on tumblr all the time. And the pop up cafes all over Japan should be telling of the series’ success in its original home. They’re trying to keep us interested and engaged in purpose and the fandom is still a beating heart amongst this- I won’t even BE on aatwt and I’ll see like a “share your blorbos!!” Post and someone WILL retweet with miles Edgeworth. We’re alive and healthy and they’re keeping us into it. That said…

Do I smell aa7 brewing in the distance?????

Like I don’t wanna give false hope but IT MAKES SENSE

[gerec]

Can you combine: Cherik, breeding, age difference, and historical fantasy setting for the link meme this month?

Anon, as you didn't specify - and I received mostly bottom!Charles prompts - I decided to write something I don't usually write which is bottom!Erik and age difference with older Charles/younger Erik. Also, this is a/o, and the breeding is only hinted at (though there is definitely sex involved)...

The King's Ward

Pairing(s): Charles/Erik, Shaw/Erik mentioned Chapter Warnings: implied past noncon (between Shaw/Erik), dubcon, age difference, alpha/omega

The boy was dressed in a simple purple robe, the material fine but hardly befitting for one of his station. His body was bare of jewelry - customary for an omega of any noble house – though he’d been bathed and perfumed, his lips reddened and his eyes ringed with kohl. He was very young, perhaps fifteen or sixteen Charles guessed, though his haunting gaze spoke to a much older soul. Erik was every bit as breathtaking as Shaw had promised, when he had forced Charles to accept the honor of taking the boy as his concubine.

(That he yet grieved his wife only three months gone hardly mattered, as Shaw insisted that House Xavier should have someone new to bear a replacement for the heir recently lost.)

It did not stem the torrent of emotions raging inside Charles, seeing this beautiful creature in his home, ripe and ready for the taking. His heart was still broken over the loss of Gabi and their unnamed child – a son who outlived his mother by less than an hour’s grace. And now he was expected to welcome another into his life and in his bed, burying his sorrow and pain for one whose loyalties and intentions could not be trusted.

For all he knew, Shaw had sent him a spy, to ferret out the source of a brewing rebellion.

“My Lord,” the boy said, rising from his seat by the window and offering a slight bow. He was tall – taller than Charles – but thin and coltish, with a slim waist that accentuated wide, child-bearing hips. His robes shifted to reveal creamy flesh at his collar, and Charles hated how his body instantly responded, his cock hardening at the sight and scent of this boy more than twenty years his junior. It made him angry – at Shaw, at himself, and even Erik – for this impossible situation, and blunted in him the inclination to treat the boy with the reverence and consideration due a new mate.

“How old are you?”

Erik lifted his steel-grey eyes and answered, “Sixteen as of last week.”

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[certifiablyinsanez]

Enjoy some home brewed Good Omens memes: