#i love them okay

[vierryn]

let your feelings slip boy

but never your mask boy

[sophsun1]

BOBBY NASH & BRAD TORRENCE

9-1-1 – 8.03: Final Approach

[evansbuck-ley]

okay but tommy is so husband shaped. he would be the kind of husband that would just anything to make bucks life easier. putting fluffy socks on his feet when he’s cold in bed without him asking. carrying the heaviest grocery bag bc even though buck is strong, tommy is stronger and he’s just being a husband. always opening the passenger door to the car when buck get in AND out. opens every single drink for him, bottles of water, cans of soda, unscrewing the tops off of beer. he would just be so obsessed with the idea of being his husband and being able to just do things for him.

[vargdottern]

crowley calling aziraphale 'angel' makes me go crazyyyyy. i know it would be the same thing if aziraphale called him 'demon' but 'angel' as a nickname is so inherently romantic in a way, it's like calling your partner 'sweetie' or 'honey'

[mr-vanhellis]

If nobody else remembers them, I will remember them 🧡

[perksofbeingpoet]

and how lucky is todd, how lucky to have found a home in other people's hearts.

knox comes in without knocking, two t-shirts thrown over one of his arms like a waiter in a posh restaurant, the seams soft and worn. "you said you like this colour", he smiles, sitting down on todd's bed because it's no big deal, because he's comfortable enough, "and i think we have the same size."

they're sitting over a trig assignment, the tips of their hair brushing as they lean in close over the paper. meeks is frowning, exhaustion and frustration pulling at his eyebrows. "maybe it's- it-", todd starts, but the words clump in his throat and he's not that good at maths anyway. meeks smiles, a reassuring warmth in his eyes like dawn fog in summer. "no, go on."

charlie is laughing, laughing in a very big way because that's the only sort of laughter he's capable of - clutching his sides and doubling over, blindly grabbing at a street lamp for support. "you know", he says finally, wiping his eyes, his words slurred from drunken laughter, "you're way funnier than you give yourself credit for."

cameron drags his shirt over his head, already running, and todd is trying to catch up. warm, peagreen grass tickles his feet as he races down the short stretch of hill, throwing his shirt on top of cameron's which is already crumpled up by the peer. cameron yells "first!" and sputters lake water when todd jumps in after him, laughing, wet-haired.

"c'mon, one more sip." todd shuts his eyes and shakes his head, his exasperated chuckle doing nothing to hide the heat in his cheeks. "this is silly, you don't have to do this." pitts rolls his eyes and waves the spoon like a weapon until todd nods and lets pitts feed him another sip. "if this is the only way we'll get some food into you when you're sick, i'm ready to commit. now come on, there's still half a bowl of soup left."

[shen-mu]

What a beautiful family photo

[i-may-be-an-emu]

shoot from the memes :3

[aceandtitus]

do you guys understand how much this means to me

[foundinthevoid]

Lights, Camera, Abed!

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

A shout out to Percy and Grog’s friendship because it’s not talked about nearly enough.

[romelzacarnes]

It's good to have you back, Ruby. And you, Doctor.

[haveihitanerve]

Stephanie had said it as a joke. It was meant to be a joke. “Do you know who I love?” Bruce asked. “Me!” Steph offered sweetly, grinning at him. “Yes,” Bruce responded without missing a beat, returning to his point. “And I love-“ Steph didn’t hear the rest, couldn’t hear it over the roaring in her ears, the pounding of her heart. The second she was dismissed she fled. Bruce followed her a few minutes later. “I’m sorry.” He blurted, the second he landed. “Why?” Steph sobbed. He seemed uncertain. “Because it’s not my place and I’m not really your father and-“ “not why are you sorry,” Steph interrupted, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “Why do you love me?” Bruce blinked in shock. “Why?” He repeated dumbly. Steph nodded. “Why.” Bruce swallowed, cocking his head as he contemplated the question. “Why?” He cleared his throat, taking a seat. “Well, because I think you are perfect.” Steph blinked in surprise. That was not what she had been expecting. “To me, you are… quite simply put, amazing. You have gone through so much, had every reason to hurt people for what happened to you, and yet you turned it into your reason, your cause for fighting.” Bruce looked at her, and his blue eyes shone so earnestly Steph couldn’t look away. “You are funny and kind and so full of this spark of life and it… it makes me better. You are right, good people shouldn’t fear us, and hope is a crucial part of our job. You are… brilliant and smart and… so hopeful for what the world can be, for what people can be. And I admire you for it. I love you, because of it.” Steph stared at him for a while, silent in her own thoughts, digesting all the compliments he had thrown her, then she laughed. Bruce looked startled. “I’m sorry- but you love me because I’m like you?!?” She wheezed. Bruce looked at her, uncomprehending. “Everything- everything you just said- is what I think of you. You inspired me to be Spoiler. Your core values, what you just described, is what created Spoiler!” She gasped with the strength of her laughter, then stilled as Bruce still looked lost. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered. “You don’t see it.” Bruce shook his head. “I am… I’m not you Stephanie. You are so much better than me. You are good and I am-“ “oh please!” Steph snapped. “Stop with that bullshit! Do you know how many of my friends feel safe walking home alone at night because they know you’re patrolling?” She scoffed. “You might not be perfect Bruce, but you are pretty fucking awesome.” At that, Bruce smiled. “Well, seeing as I am pretty fucking awesome, then that must mean you are, because you’re like me.” Steph laughed, and finally, finally, the tension eased from her body. He loved her. He really did. And because he thought she was perfect. Because he believed her to be like him, but better. “I guess we get to be pretty fucking awesome together then huh?” She asked, sending him a grin. Bruce stood, a grin splitting his face as well, and sling an arm around her shoulders in a hug. “I guess so Robin.” He murmured, and Steph let the word slither over her, let it deep into her skin like sunlight, pour into her very soul and settle, her name. Her title. Finally, it felt like it really belonged to her, and wasn’t just some job she was place holding until Tim returned. Stephanie leaned her head against his chest, let her fingers dig into his shirt. “I guess so Batman.” She whispered, and smiled. 

[bluedeedeedoop]

Sketches i did from chapter 7 of @jedimasterbailey's fanfic "Luminara and Barriss"! i absolutely adored the barrissoka fluff in this latest chapter! definitely go read it!! we dont get nearly enough barrissoka content and i am never satisfied. i swear i am trying to cough up as much barrissoka as i can make THEY NEVER LEAVE MY MIND TRUST

[ghost-husbands]

Okay, I don't know, maybe "ghost husbands" isn't a thing for Charles and Edwin but when I started watching the show, I thought about it for a hot minute and well, having watched Good omens and fallen in love with the Ineffable Husbands, I thought, "Hmm. Charles and Edwin are ghosts. They work together. They're best friends but there's definitely Something More™ going on. So 'Ghost Husbands?'??"

That's basically why in my head, they're that.

[dawn-speckled]

rewatching huge and if you zoom in on tom and aj during sam's intro, you can catch this sweet little moment-

now, obviously this could just be me reading into things but aj later on says that he was feeling really nervous, and i honestly think this is such a sweet move on tom's part to comfort aj a bit? just like "calm down buddy we're gonna do great <33"