#i love him so much 💔💔

[sanguchito-farm]

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[jeanivere]

you are a pretty man, arthur morgan.

[nanstar200]

Hi gueys 🧍 (run away again)

[iloveroblox48]

thinking of katsuki who hates the summer he hates it for many reasons he hates the way he sweats more than normal making him feel extra sticky,the way he feels the need to slap everyone that talks to him,the heat making him more agitated, but he hates most how its to hot to hold you,to cuddle at night and so much more.

it started on monday when it was a scorching eighty-one degrees plus the humidity making everything extra hot not only did he have to train in this heat but then back at the dorms most of the ac units had broke so everyone was in shorts and tank tops.then came nighttime it was still hot just less humidity you and him were in his dorm laying in bed trying to sleep,comfoter tossed on the floor window up trying to help the air circulation,like any other night katsuki wanted to cuddle,he felt safe in your presence and knowing that you were there so as you were truned on your side he cuddled up behind you hand around your waist then the unthinkable happend you had pushed him off saying something along the lines of

“to hot to cuddle kats” your voice a slight whine

he had huffed out some air and turned away your backs facing each other and thats how it was all week him not being able to hold you through out the night he was soo mad.he had to complian to aizawa who had said “nothing i can do about it tough luck kid” he had been growing heated since the stupid ac had went broke so he marched right up to principal nezu’s office ready to punch the stupid mammal if he doesnt get some cold air and to cuddle his loved one right now.

“principal nezu im begging you please fix this stupid ac i cant even focus on anything with how hot it is”

“im sorry bakugou but we have other things to focus on right now besides the ac” the death stare he gave nezu was petrifying.

so the next day everyone was relieved when the ac was fixed and he was relieved to when he could finally cuddle you again

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ A/n: i live for soft katsuki ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

[sdrose93]

The fact that the bar scene where Mav's watching from the window wasn't even in the script, makes it that much more touching 😭😭💔

[tatakaeeren]

Aizawa senseiiiiii 😭

[rick-ety]

Looove old men in dresses. Giggle

[kyurochurro]

simon dobbles :DD

[perfectlyfrosty]

*throws this at u*

I think he’s funny

[thewandererh]

bOO‼️

@if-you-heart @if-you-mind @if-you-soul

told heart this but i drew fanart of ya’ll’s sweet angular soul guy :]! i couldn’t not…look at his dumb face…..🥺

i have two versions because the lighting experiment came out ok-ish. t was originally blue (because it was coming from the left side lmao) but red looks better 🤷

it’s a little simple and the composition is messy, but it was a good stress relief + shading practice :D! im proud of it. i’ll definitely draw him (and the gang) more though if i can!! been getting better with hair recently and tested out my skills with this one :]. styling and keeping consistent with hair is tough, but oddly relaxing. did some lineart in the car somehow 👀??

he looks like such a,,,bro i can’t….. i love how stupidly spindly he is

i was attached to this stupid lanky fictional(???) man the *moment* i saw this post. absolutely bonkers. i was so charmed by this concept i shared it to all of my friends you don’t understandjshdkdhdgsgd /silly /but yeah i did do that XD

also you fazgang have been reblogging and liking my stuff 🐥 <- looks up at you like this chick

which,,,,thankie,,…🐥🐥😳💛✨

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for you onlookers have some more posts by the fazgang (what the if-you-hms-gang call themselves) to gaze upon. you will not regret,,

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i’ve noticed a trend that i often tend to write big paragraphs about a simple piece of art i’ve made, which is okay but i get the lack of interaction lol. im very proud of my art, and go on rambles on why i like it. the formatting i turn to aswell as the text and images almost turns the post into a collage? visually?? i love collages so it works out XD! but anyways,, im not upset over notes, i just like getting my art out there. so thank you to everyone whose viewed, read, liked, and followed for the ride :]. im glad you appreciate my stuff, it’s what i can offer <3. it won’t be consistently one fandom but im glad to not be alone in my interests. good god that sounded like a traumatized rant (maybe it was but:)

TLDR: check out if-you-heart/mind/soul :]! they are very cool and nice💛

[twizzoid]

hugo eat the pizza and read the book

(Also decided to test out a different brush)

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

Miles Kane talking to his mum on the phone after meeting his childhood hero Roberto Baggio ⚽️♥️

[iloveroblox48]

Every weekend you and your boyfriend hanta had “sleepover saturday” wich meant one of you would go to the others dorm,you guys would eat a bunch of snacks,watch whatever moive you wanted,maybe some skincare then hit the hay.it was a simple routine you guys had fell into,you and him cherished it,the long week of training and school falling away as you guys relaxed into each other’s presence.

so thats what led you here you had texted hanta asking about your dorm or his it was his of course his room was so relaxing, the smell of incense and his cologne always wafted through it.once you had confirmed your plans you had went out to get snacks walking to the convince store was something you did together but he wasn’t responding so you went alone listening to your music.

you headed inside the bell of the door ringing throughout the store.you made your way to the candy aisle picking up your favorite candy and his,then you made your way to grab his favorite orange flavored cake,a bag of chips,a couple of drinks, and some random face masks you had saw.you made your way back you assumed you would have responded by now but he didn’t you were starting to grow a little worried but you know he would have told you if something was up.

so after you texting him multiple times that you were on the way to his dorm,you had finally arrived at his door you saw a small amount of light peeking through under the door,so you knew he was awake,you knocked a couple times,only to no response,so you decided to call out to him

“Hanta? love? im coming in” no response again

you opened the door to see if he was even in here,the smell of his vanilla and cedar wood cologne plus an all to familiar incense filling your nose.you looked around to see if he was in here only to be met with him in his hammock sleeping soundly a big fluffy blanket draped along his body,hair disheveled, drool on his cheek.he looked so calm you didnt want to wake him,you put the bag of snacks down near the door turned off the main light and turned on the little light,you made your way towards him,attempting to tip toe towards him as quietly as you could.

“S’that you?”his voice rough

“yeah i tried not to wake you up,sorry hans”

“its fine just come ere”he lifted the blanket to invite you in

you made your way in the hammock your body lying on top of his your cheek pressed against his chest,his arms draped the blanket back on you guys again,then wrapped around your waist,your bodies now entangled into one on top of the hammock.his hands drawing small shapes on your waist.you were growing tired the comfort of him and his presence slowly relaxing you,taking all the stress away from you.you were fighting this battle of sleep,losing of course,eyes becoming heavier and heavier to keep open.

“love you so much” his voice rumbled out,he planted a small kiss on your forehead then fell asleep,you were being stubborn trying not to fall asleep,you soon did though it was hard not to the way he was drawing patterns on your waist,the comforting cologne,the warm blanket,and most of all his soft heartbeat guiding you through the night of peaceful sleep.

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ A/n:i love him so much (๑>ᴗ<๑)

[deadscell]

[hopeswriting]

was on the verge of waking up and randomly dreaming of a fight scene where the ones who fought kind of just clung to each other once the fight was over and it was safe again, hugging each other and stroking each other's back and hair, and i immediately thought of the vongola tenth gen.

i thought of tsuna who, once the dust settles and the danger passes, before they've even really caught their breaths or they can move/go back to a safer place, or maybe on their way there, as long as none of them are hurt too badly for that to take precedence over everything else, walks from guardian to guardian and just, like. reaches out.

he clasps gokudera's hands in his each in turn, gently, softly, with room for him to pull them out if he wants to, but holding onto them as long as he doesn't, waiting for gokudera to let go of the tension in them, for that slight restlessness that makes the tip of his fingers twitch to go away, waiting for gokudera to realize he won't need to reach for anymore dynamites to keep them safe for the time being. he massages his hands gently from his wrists to the tip of his fingers, rubbing at the back of his hands and at his joints along his fingers each in turn, blowing over the reddened and burnt spots on his skin, new and old ones alike, brushing his lips against them in a feather-light touch.

he reaches for hibari's hands too, palms bruised from how unyieldingly he held onto his tonfas until he came out on top no matter what came his way. tsuna holds his hands in his, his palms turned upwards, and runs his thumbs over stiff, roughened up skin, over callouses made raw again. it's not a massage, his touch light, barely there, only meaning it to soothe and not wanting to overwhelm him with it. he strokes his thumbs over his palms for as long as hibari lets him, careful not to hurt, hoping it takes some of the ache away and will make it go away faster altogether.

yamamoto gets a hug. tsuna wraps his arms around his back, bringing him close as he leans flush against him, tucking his head under his chin. yamamoto always hugs him back right away, but he always needs a moment to let himself relax into it. tsuna waits patiently, rocking them slightly from side to side, snuggling closer the more tension bleeds away from his body, holding him tighter as yamamoto's arms around him turn lighter. tsuna keeps hugging him until he melts into the hug, burying his face in his hair, exhaling a slow, deep breath that steadies them both.

lambo gets a hug too. tsuna holds him close, sitting down to curl protectively around him, hiding him from sight, keeping him hidden and safe from the world. he's mischievous with his hug, letting one hand wander to poke at his sides, strokes at his nape or just behind his ears, wanting to make him laugh. he grins in his hair when lambo lets out his first giggle, relief coursing through him, both of them laughing when he starts to wiggle, pretending he wants to get away but clutching tightly at his shirt, his hands shaking. he whines and complains and orders tsuna to stop and let go of him, and laughs all the while, because it's okay now for him to do that. tsuna-nii's safe, bakadera and everyone else is too, and he even helped make it happen! and it was terrifying, but it's over now. he's safe too, tsuna-nii will keep him safe, and the louder and livelier he gets, the more everyone smiles and laughs.

tsuna bumps his fists against ryohei first things first, both of them smiling at each other. he helps him with his bandages when need be and when they have the means for that at hands, removing them and putting on new, clean ones, or as clean as possible. he washes the sweat and blood off of his hands with water, both his opponent's but his too, his knuckles busted and his skin scraped and bruised all over his fingers; or cleans them when he can, apologizing softly whenever ryohei winces and hisses in pain. otherwise he intertwines their fingers together so slowly, so very gently, unwilling to hurt him more, squeezing his hands only as much as ryohei has already squeezed his.

chrome and him link arms together, pressed against each other shoulder against shoulder, leaning their weight against each other. chrome rests her head on his shoulder and tsuna on top of hers, nuzzling his cheek against her hair every time chrome's fingers dig into his skin. they stay like that long enough for their breathing to sync together, shoulders raising and falling at the same time, warm against each other. they're alive, they're alive.

mukuro barely allows him to come within arm's reach the first time. tsuna doesn't push, makes do with that, trailing his eyes over him from afar, trying to assess the damages and asking with his eyes without having to say it out loud if he's okay, and if he'll still be okay if left alone to take care of himself. mukuro lets him come closer a little more each time until tsuna can touch, until he can brush his fingertips against the building headache in his temple, against the throbbing veins of his right eye and the piercing ache that follows every time. until tsuna can brush his fingertips over his eyelid, closing his eye for the briefest of moment, allowing him to surrender to the pain that always comes with using his right eye, and make it more bearable even if only for a split second.

i don't know. something something, what comes after enough blood was spilt? what do you do with the sight of it laying at your feet, staining your hands, dripping from them? how do you reconcile the proof of the violence you're able of with the idea of your hands still being worth doing anything else?

and something something, tsuna, of course, making it a point for the answer to be picking up every piece of chipped kindness, gentleness and love among the blood, and guiding them to find their way home again within themselves.

[adrasteaeydiate]

MY POOR MAN 💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭