#i can't handle how cute he is

[theplantbish]

Cutie being a cutie in München

[acommonanomaly]

My new kitty, Bartholomew Fitzgerald!

[nerdy-talks]

I know I keep posting about Solomon, but the Devilgram "Solomon Takes The Train" got even better :

So basically....

Solomon : I get unbearably jealous whenever I see you with anyone else, especially those brothers. I selfishly want to keep you all to myself forever.

MC : So you wanna bang, or..??

Solomon : Since you're offering, I definitely won't say no~

In all seriousness, I am a HUGE sucker for any kind of content that even hints at the tiniest signs of yandere tendencies (such as jealousy, possessiveness, etc.)

Plus I have my reasons for loving Solomon. I'll always love the brothers more than anything, but my love for Solomon has grown exponentially deeper.

So moments like this are very much welcomed, encouraged, and appreciated (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[willowser-but-nsfw]

they're trying to strap me down to a table and wheel me away for being insane but i get my hands free and grab you by the shoulders and shake you and say BAKUGOU GETS HORNY ABOUT THE SIMPLEST THINGS DO YOU GET IT !!!!!! DO YOU GET IT !!!!!! YOU KISS HIS CHEEKS AND LAUGH AT HIS BAD JOKES AND TELL HIM HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND AND HE GETS SO EMBARRASSINGLY TURNED ON AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY DO YOU GET IT !!!!!!!!

[bluberryfields]

The BEST Character in Good Omens

It's time to bribe your neighbors, eat tiny dinners, and dance...before being very rudely interrupted!

[egglands-worst]

everyone needs to look at him. parents got him a little bowtie collar and it's SO BIG on him right now but he's so painfully adorable

[fincholeander]

I drew this silly art this morning when I thought "Killer King-nim aren't you sleeping a little bit too long?" THEN BAM, JUMPSCARED, NEW CHAPTER UPDATE, HE IS THERE, OMG (I thought I see Yoo Joonghyuk for a moment... THEN YJH APPEARED TOO WHAT A CHAPTER...) Anyway, I love them, I love everyone, between friends isnt it...!!! So please have this silly art, I imagine them taking picture and theres a heart filter out of nowhere hahaha

Also I just found out tumblr let you change font... what a cool feature.

[mysterysoulrider]

A new face just arrived. Everyone, I'd like you to meet Moos.

[captainkirkk]

This show is going to be the death of me/????

[magnifiico]

"Yer highny-ness! Uhm sure ya gotta lotta stories to share 'bout how ya wooed Queen Amah-ya! When did ya know she was THE ONE, br--" This hopeless romantic of a girl would stop herself, just in time. With a pop of her palm to her lips, her eyes were wide, almost as if she had startled herself when doing so. But soon enough, she would set that hand back down, and corrects herself, "When did ya know she was THE ONE, yer majes-ticky-ness?"

@yukikorogashi || incoherent scReechiNG at the cutie T~T and ofc tagging @howthesleeplesswander ;)

“When did I know?” He repeats the girl's words in the shallows of a laugh: equally amused by the curiosity as he is by Itsuki's quick correction to her vernacular. In the pacifying shake of his head, King Magnifico communicates quietly that she need not worry—no offense taken or held against her—and his gaze wanders elsewhere to dedicate real thought to the inquiry. “Well, that's one way to put a man on the spot, now isn't it—?” he hums, casting her a playful and fleeting glance.

Nevertheless, compliantly—or maybe it has a little more to do with the king's willingness to enthuse about this particular woman—he comes to some semblance of a response.

“Oh, I wouldn't claim there was ever a single moment—more an accumulation of all the wonderous things Queen Amaya is—but... one evening does come to mind,” Magnifico expounds. “I was deep in the throes of research, back in a time where I was still trying to get any sort of footing in magic; I'd spent the entire day poring over book after book, testing spells, failing many of them... Amaya had been away herself, busy lending a hand to our fellow, ah...” Hesitation clunks in his words, matched by the slightest flutter of his eyelids. He settles with a quiet, “Th-those in need.” Like us.

And then he's off again.

“Well, she had a busy day. I had a busy day. And yet, despite all that, she came in to see me having a few... difficulties in my studies, and you know what she did?” He emits a scoff, like it's so ridiculous a thing for anyone to do—so selfless and unrealistically compassionate. “She drops everything to help me. She's exhausted, and she still spends the next several hours flipping through numerous spell books, sitting there at my side to give me suggestions—even just to keep me company.

“I thought to myself 'There is no one in the world luckier than me right now.' To have the attention and care of a woman like her? And who knows?” The king shrugs. “Could be in that moment, whether I realized it or not at the time, I decided I wasn't going to take that luck for granted. To this day, I would find it hard to forgive myself if I ever did.”

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Just one time I want the nice predator to survive. Looking at you "Predators" and "The predator".

[running-in-the-dark]

sooooo

I'm 32 now

when can I expect to finally grow out of getting obsessed with men people stuff? I'm waiting....

[ingravinoveritas]

David with a furry colleague (whose owner is one of the crew) from Good.

[fragmentedblade]

"The person responded that it is true that Xianzhou people like large and strong pets, but there are also those who love petite and delicate ones. Now that he saw the sparkle in my eyes, he expected that I must be the latter"

[jaeyxns]

there's no way to be normal about this at all so i'm just 🤧💓🤧💓🤧💓🤧💓🤧💓🤧💓🤧💓

[softquietsteadylove]

For the Thenamesh doctor AU. There is this patient (adult or kid) who has a mental breakdown and nobody can calm him down. So Thena calls Gil and ask him if he can give it a try :)

Maybe you can put a soft moment in the end?

"Gil?"

"Hey Honey," he grins at her, dropping his sandwich and wiping off his hands. He frowns at the look on her face. "What's wrong?"

Thena nods her head for him to come with her, which he does in an instant. "Husband of a patient in surgery. He's utterly beside himself and no one can get him to calm down."

"No one?"

"Not even Ajak," Thena pauses and looks up at him before they cross into the waiting room, "not even Sersi."

This is bad. Gil looks through the window of the swinging door and back to her. "And you think I can help?"

Thena shrugs one shoulder and looks up at him. He can't be sure, but he swears she's trying to look extra cute. "Well, you're the best at calming patients on the way here."

"That's-" he pauses, looking down as she rubs the zipper of his hoodie between her thumb and finger.

"I always find your company very soothing."

Dammit. She has to know how cute she is--she just has to! Gil sighs, "I'll try."

He pushes through the door and walks over to the man with his whole head in his hands, weeping and gasping for air. Sersi is beside him, speaking softly in that gentle accent of hers. But if not even she - the GP known for being as gentle as a butterfly - can calm him down, Gil really doesn't know what he's supposed to be able to do.

Thena must have told Sersi she was going for him specifically, though, because Sersi catches his eye and nods him over.

"Gil, this is Mister Wells. He's waiting for his wife to get out of an emergency bypass."

"Hi there," Gil begins gently, sitting in the seat Sersi vacates for him as she returns to her work. He leans forward in hopes of getting a look at the poor guy. "I'm a paramedic here at the hospital. Your wife is in surgery?"

The man mumbles something, still holding his head in his hands and now pulling faintly at his hair.

"Listen, I know you've been told a million times that we're doing everything we can, but," Gil pauses. It's true, sure. But that doesn't mean anything to this poor man. This poor bastard who is beside himself, sitting out here, unable to do anything. "But I guess I can't really promise you anything, huh?"

The absolutely haggard man finally pulls his head up and looks at Gil. At the very least, he definitely heard what he said, because he looks nothing short of aghast. "They sent you to comfort me?"

"I know," Gil shrugs, his hands in his hoodie pockets as he moves. "But my...someone asked me to come and talk to you. So I did."

His eyes run over Gil critically, "and what makes you so special?"

"Well, nothing, I guess," Gil purses his lips momentarily. "I'm not even a doctor, so I'm not really obliged to have any bedside manner or anything."

"I'll say."

"But," Gil pauses, his smile fading. "A few weeks ago...I guess I found myself in a situation a little like this. Nothing quite as serious, but...sure did scare me."

The older man finally looks at Gil--really looks at him. He sits up just a little, looking somewhat more like a human and less like a broken shell of a man. "Yeah?"

Gil nods, still haunted by the sight of Thena under that car. "Have nightmares about it and everything."

Mister Wells thinks for a second, sidestepping the question of what actually happened. "How'd you get through it?--the wondering, I mean. How'd you get through the...the what ifs?"

Gil takes a deep breath, thinking about the feeling of Thena's freezing cold hand in his and how she had let just a few tears slip out. "I...I guess I couldn't really get all the way there. I couldn't fully imagine what my life would be like without her."

Tears come to the poor man's eyes as he starts to curl up again. "I-I don't know-! I don't know what I'll do without her!"

Gil just pats the man's shoulder, letting him cry. He's sure that's all he would be capable of if Thena...

He had said those exact words to her; he had told her that nothing would happen to her, because he was there. But he didn't actually have that power to guarantee that. He would have put his very life on the line to do so, but sometimes things just don't work out that way.

It is true: he has had nightmares. Dreams of walking into the hospital and feeling something wasn't right. Looking for someone he can't name and yet whose absence he feels like a hole in his chest. He's had dreams of her dying in his arms, under that car, in the rain, and the cold, and him trying to help her entirely in vain.

"I can't tell you either," Gil offers, rather lamely, if he's being honest. Which he is. "But I can tell you that she'd tell you she loves you."

He looks at Gil again. "What?"

"She would tell you she loves you," Gil can guarantee. "And I'm sure she wouldn't want you out here tearing out the rest of your hair over it."

Wells gives Gil a look, which only encourages him.

"Look, I don't know what I'd do without Thena either," he professes entirely truthfully, hand - out of his pocket - to his heart. "But while she was in her surgery, I thought about all the things I love about her."

Finally - at long fucking last - the guy smiles a little.

Gil smiles too. "I thought about her laugh, about what jokes make her smile and which ones make her slap me on the arm."

Wells almost chuckles at that one.

"I thought about how I would tell her how beautiful she is, and how I can't imagine a single day without her."

The greying man nods, tears in his eyes, a smile on his face. Gil has finally found the right chord to strike.

"I thought about all the time we've had, all my favourite things about her," Gil sits back again, "and then, just like that, she was out. She was right in front of me again."

Wells sniffles a little, blinking away the last of his tears. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Gil nods. "And I guess I should promise that it'll happen for you too."

Wells shrugs. He knows just as well as Gil does that there's no such guarantee.

"But," Gil shifts uncomfortably. He hasn't let himself think about this much since it happened. Why would he? "But if she...if she hadn't..."

Wells doesn't press him.

Gil leaves the statement as it is, but looks up and smiles at him as best he can. "I think I'd just keep thinking all that stuff. I would think about her every second, of every minute, until the day I die."

Both men nod, a level of understanding passing between them that far exceeds any well wishes or empty promises. Gil has offered what he can, and nothing more.

Wells extends his hand, which Gil shakes firmly. "Thank you."

Gil raises his brows, "I don't know if I can say I'm happy to help, but I'm glad I got to talk to you."

"I-"

"Mister Wells?"

Gil stands with him as Eros comes into view. He's not Gil's favourite of their co-workers, but the guy knows his way around a heart.

The Brit pulls off his mask to give the man a smile, "your wife has pulled through rather beautifully, sir. She'll be back in her room by the time you get up there, then I'll come see you about the plan moving forward."

Gil catches Wells before he can collapse to the floor in relief. Gil tries to keep the completely boneless man upright and nods to the surgeon, "thanks, man."

Eros offers Gil a stiff nod and leaves.

"Hey," Gil gets Wells back in his chair and pats his back. "Hey, it's okay. Everything worked out."

He nods, at least, his head in his hands again, although at least the tears are happy this time.

"Come on, you've gotta get hydrated," Gil pats his shoulder, offering his arm to help the man to go see his wife (and any water coolers they can find along the way).

"Th-Thank you," he pats Gil's arm as they shuffle along in elation.

Gil smiles at the man, happy he can go tell Thena all the good news. And finish his sandwich. "I'm happy I could help, sir."