#i do.... i do wuv him..........

[fatalhoon]

texts with boyfriend jake

warnings | mdni some of them are nsfw, jake is.. crazy LMAO, cursing and death jokes (the usual), these are.. definitely something 💀 a bit deranged if u will

these are all from pinterest but i put my own spin on some of them

a.n | happy birthday to my cutie pookie baby boy jake ❤️

[laurencin-draws]

THAT'S MY SON RIGHT THERE

[tottymatsuno]

おそ松さん 新作超ショートアニメ第2話 おなか

Osomatsu-san New super short anime episode 2: Stomach

[affluent-havoc]

Inspired by this comment

From this post of mine!

[ashipiko]

NIKO SHENANIGANS FT @theolivetree123 ‘S HOPPER!!!!!!!!!

niko is NOT shorter than hopper he is simply being annoying and hanging on his shoulder (after getting beat up probs) <3 my squishy

SORTA A SEQUEL TO THIS DOODLE

[wildlyfreemoon]

venom has such sad eyes in the helicopter scene...

[sieglinde-freud]

oh im obsessed with this actually… who ever wrote this one i am kissing u on the forehead and hugging you real tight… inigo is such a loverboy im kkkhhhhhhijnsdnfng

[marc--chilton]

ranma being a guilty dog trotting behind a suddenly short-haired akane is so fucking funny. akane is all subdued and ranma's in the background like

[dabisbratz]

soft dom armin......................................................

-- 🕶️

soft dom armin !!!!! he calls you angel n keeps you in his sights at all times n is a master. master ! at casual dominance!!! (checkin your gear before headin out, walkin behind you on narrow paths, layin out your clothes for you in advance !! ) his voice s’ always so sweet when he’s praisin you n he’s got such a soft spot fyou :c f’youre shorter than him n bein a brat he leans down tyour eye-level n sets you straight !! n f’youre taller than him he’s pullin your gaze down by the collar of your shirt!! whole time he’s so patient n gentle, wants t’talk you through it (somethin he’s real good at. btw !), keeps a groundin hand somewhere on your body !! sososo touchy n i feel like !! he loves matin presses or cuddlefuckin cause he gets tbe so close tyou:c

[romance-rambles]

spirit world alkaid | the one i can hold

How were you to know the answer you gave him that night would take on a different meaning in the future?

1.3k, heavy(!!) route spoilers, fluff and angst, reader is mc, series: as the months go by

YOU MUST BE IN THE middle of a dream.

Two Alkaids watch you, lovely green eyes glimmering with faint amusement and concern. Neither of them have deigned to answer your question, and isn't that how most of your dreams go?

You've never had one like this before though...

The smile on his face inspires your thoughts to go down an entirely unhelpful route. This was the reason you'd been drinking in the first place. After all, you have a home to return to and the people who care about you are probably worried.

In the exact same way you'd been fretting over the Alkaid—Alkaids?—in front of you. He'd been gone for most of the day, busy with important currently-not-a-Spirit-Lord matters, and—wait.

Where was the second Alkaid hiding this entire time?

A frown tugs at your lips. You're not sure if you like this dream...

"Well then, which one do you like better?" the Alkaids ask, cutting through your thoughts.

They tilt their heads in curiosity, as if the answer isn't obvious. You don't even have to ponder the question. Alkaid is Alkaid, and the second Alkaid is Alkaid too.

The answer is both, obviously.

And, as it turns out, alcohol has ridden you of your weakness. Neither your hesitation, nor your embarrassment are available to talk you down from whatever it is you intend to do to hammer that message in.

You stumble out of the porch swing he'd crafted for you, in the same way he'd once crafted—or, rather, will craft in the future—a canopied hammock, jug still in one hand and your other one aiming for one of the Alkaid's hands.

It passes through his blurry image with ease.

As you blink at your hand, confused gaze tracing the lines on your palm, a scowl begins to form on your lips. Frustration begins to build, leaving your brain to feel as though it's being squeezed behind your forehead.

Once more, you reach for his hand.

Once more, the same Alkaid does not allow you to hold it.

Instead, they both chuckle softly. No matter how many times he invokes his spell, you can't see yourself ever not falling for it—hook, line, and sinker. Your indignation is now no more than a faint memory; and what's left of it is overwhelmed by the longing and desire that, all this time, you've been too afraid to put a name on.

Somehow, you are no longer afraid.

Lips parting, you watch him—both of them—reach out his hand.

This time, you can clearly feel his warmth. He laces his fingers together with yours and gently squeezes your hand. You return the favor, wondering if it's enough to make him understand—love is its name, and it leaves your heart beating loudly only for him.

Oh, you realize, he's real.

"Well?" he whispers, his gaze tender and loving.

Your gaze drops down to his soft lips, almost instinctively. It's infectious—his smile. Perhaps some of your self-restraint remains; you don't indulge in the first thought that pops into your mind. The lingering bruise on your pride, you think, probably plays a part in that too.

As your lips curl into its mirror image, you look back into his tranquil green eyes instead. The other Alkaid remains, still visible in the corners of your alcohol-fueled vision. He watches you rethink your decision with that same smile.

It irks you enough that any pain you derive from not choosing him transforms into self-satisfaction.

"The one...I can hold," you declare, pressing your forehead against Alkaid's. The tangible one, whose eyes widen slightly at your actions. "That's...the one I like."

You have your other arm thrown over his shoulder. If the jug of win in your hand bothers him, he doesn't mention it. Rather, it is only when your hand finds a comfortable place to rest and the jug stops bumping into his back that he inhales sharply.

That one, you fear, is on him. His skin feels much cooler than your hand, your tight grip on the jug's handle having left it warmer than usual. It's a first—usually, the opposite tends to hold true.

"Your hand's warm," he says, closing his eyes. "I wonder...does this mean you don't need me to warm it up anymore?"

"No!"

You pull away, distraught. The jug of wine bumps into his shoulder. In your rush to chide him for playing with your feelings, you miss the reddish hue his antlers have taken on.

Alkaid chuckles warmly, transferring some of his warmth to your hand before he allows you to fully slip away. "Alright, I'm sorry."

He says your name adoringly, in the way you've heard lovers speak of each other. The hint of mischief in his gaze as he pleads innocently for your forgiveness should have you turning your nose up at him.

"Will you forgive me?" he asks, watching you cross your arms.

You both know what the answer to that is. Still, you keep your silence.

On a nearby tree, some of the light pink flowers transform into a bright red fruit. At Alkaid's silent command, a vine reaches out and carefully plucks out an apple. But instead of offering it to you, it leaves the fruit in Alkaid's waiting hand.

"I'm sure you haven't had anything to eat." He offers you the fruit, stifling a laugh at your miffed expression. "For you. Please?"

"I haven't...forgiven you yet." Despite your words, you still take a bite of the apple. It's sweet, though you find its taste difficult to savor when the man in front of you is much sweeter. "But since...you said please..."

His softly smiling expression doesn't change at your words. You find its much harder to tease him these days—especially when his blunt but earnest tendencies tend to put you on the losing side.

"I'm afraid that leaves me with a problem," he says. "I don't want the woman—the woman I care about to be mad at me."

You consider his words for a moment. Not the content, but the way he stumbled over his words, changing course to an entirely different phrase. There are only so many phrases that can be said with that same intensity—like a secret confession, hidden amongst the most ordinary of words.

You want to tell him that the woman I love has a better ring to it. You want to tell him you'll stay—for him. For them.

"I can...think of something," you whisper, tightening your grasp on the once bitten apple. "Stay with me...forever."

And I'll stay with you.

Surprise blooms across his expression. Along with it comes the scarlet hue that colors his cheeks, the one you never seem to be able to mimic in your paintings. He reaches out and caresses your hair.

Your disappointment at his perceived cowardice is brief and easily brushed away.

"I will." Alkaid vows softly.

You believe him.

YOU MUST BE IN THE middle of a dream.

Alkaid watches you from the steps on the porch, lovely green eyes glimmering with sadness. Adorning one of his antlers is starlight given a mortal form, the very same flower from which you'd attempted to make a garland for him. His smile betrays nothing of the fact that he broke his promise.

He says your name and then—

"You like that porch swing a lot. I'm glad."

This is how a lot of your dreams start out these days.

You tighten your grip on the vines that hold up your porch swing. By now, you've given up on any pleasantries—and on shooing him away, or walking away yourself. He always comes back the next day. He always wears that flower.

You are always sitting here, even though you've long since moved back to the world you once called home. The heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it?

And though you can no longer hold him, your heart still only wants him.

"Stay with me," you say, as always, your voice just barely above a whisper.

And, as he always does, Alkaid vows softly, "I will."

You've long since stopped believing him.

[seishihoe]

if i was choso’s gf i’d watch him do his hair every. damn. morning.

[igotsnothing]

Beginning/Previous/Next

[eyepatchdate]

aogami really is the anti-dagda. hes just. i will do anything for you, listen to anything you have to say, i will support you no matter what you do and will never leave your side

vs dagda who is like. i will use you for an elaborate suicide plan.

[kwakjiseoks]

230905 Jooyeon — Time of Our Life (orig. Day6) cr. JOO

[thapunqueen]

and who could forget dear rat boy

[ashipiko]

🫶 herro to my v small percent of a3! followers nowadays and my even smaller percent of fellow skypaul enjoyers. i got back into my btab sky pirates skypaul au

there is a whole 7k google doc about this AU. the beauty and the beast soundtrack changed me 😔

EXTRA PAUL REFERENCE BELOW <3