#i'm going to cry they're so sweet

[flicc]

hey tumblr have some cute men

also thank you @smilebug for the idea they are so precious.. mmm :’)

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Alright, let's go get that picture taken, if it means that much to you."

"It does.. today it does."

[cerealbishh]

"You really care about me."

"Yeah. I really, really care about you."

"I- I really care about you too."

"No, but... I like, really, really care about you."

[nolan-chance]

Commissioned @woofyway this sweet sweet DiamondChance 🥹💕 Every time I look at it makes me smile like dumb ✨

[agentark]

whatever you do, don't imagine a young J Corvin waiting every day at the end of their drive, hoping today is the day the mail carrier finally brings a letter from their very best friend

[starmocha]

An art piece is only priceless to those who appreciate it for what it is at its core. Aaand you're giving me the shells we picked up during our daily walks. They've been with us through every sunset when the waves touched our feet, and when the breeze danced around us. Some even witnessed the moments we treasure the most. So of course I should give you a painting that is on par with their worth.

— Rafayel, Priceless Treasure

[lemonsiskull]

Dreamy sigh... Sleepy slowdancing in the morning

Terrin belongs to @theknifeclown

[sadlynotthevoid]

Og AlbeCale is Stress Baker Prince x Sweet-Toothed Picky Eater Count Son.

Only that the picky eater part is probably only a part taste, a bigger part an act, and other part the fabulous effect of his brain saying that anything tastes like ashes when he feels bad.

(Because my brain also does that and eating sometimes sucks and sweets are the only thing that tastes normal.)

Alberu at some point catches up on this and asks him to join him to eat with him while he does work, or have small private picnics together so he doesn't have to act and because Cale seems happier when he has good company.

[amariemelody]

This morning, how the hell did we have a legit Code Blue during shift change, got 15+ people in & out the room (including me, bringing the saline flushes and gloves), the monitor is still showing asystole (AKA flatline/heartbeat) for this poor old lady even after 3 rounds of chest compressions...

...And you're going to try to walk right on by with your backpack on and car keys in hand? You could only "try" because I know you doubled back and went out on the other side so people wouldn't see you walking out during a Code.

I don't...I get that I now work in a hospital and I'm Going To See Some Shit, but I don't...understand people right now.

I don't understand.

I drove home crying this morning.

[funghoulsayboom]

There are so few good things left in the world these days. Or at least that's what it feels like. They live day to day on edge, in fear, under the gun, on the run, constantly worried about which breath will be their last.

But right now, in this moment... Ghoul isn't thinking about a single one of those things.

And he doesn't have to. For the next two days, or however long it takes for this storm to blow over, it is simply... This.

Fun Ghoul and Party Poison, as a pair, a team, relaxing, recuperating, and, with any luck, sorting things out.

Eventually.

Right now, Ghoul is simply relishing in the physical sensations around him. The way the water has made the air in the room warm. Party's breath against his skin as he places gentle kisses onto the smaller man's hear and hair. The smells wrapped around them. The rise and fall of the other's chest beneath his head.

He closes his eyes and takes it all in, and, in an act that will later cause him much embarrassment...

He falls asleep.

Thunderheads.

@funghoulsayboom

It’s weird, thinks Party as the Trans Am drives at a surprisingly tame pace down a winding almost mountain road, for there to be much but sunshine in the zones. But the sky is clouding, casting darker tones across the landscape that have him building concern to match with the building thunderheads across the wide expanse of sky.

In fact the puzzlement of it has him switching Fun Ghoul’s mixtape off mid-song in order to scan the radio stations for whatever signal Deathdefying is using today.

Not that Fun Ghoul has apparently noticed he’s still singing his heart out in the passenger seat while a few boxes of new tech and other traded for goods rattle around in the Trans Am’s back. The red is quick to shush Ghoul however as he finally finds D’s signal, but the news is bad.

“-:~_Hey tumbleweeds, there’s an electrical storm a brewing over zone :.”_,_: better get yourselves to some decent safety, it’s gonna be a big one. :-=“ Its all caught between static burst and signal distortion too, but Party had gotten most of it. Chewing his lip in worry and muttering “shit” under his breath, is it really that time of year all ready? He and Ghoul are still hours from reaching home and the underground’s too far to head back to as well, fuck, they’ll be lightning targets if they’re exposed in the car by the time it kicks off.

[arthursfuckinghat]

John and Jack Marston - Shady Belle

[aromanticasterisms]

HUG TECHNOLOGY!!!!!

[erabundus]

@dualisume &&. said... " have you ever seen snow? around this time of year fontaine always is covered with thick snow -- oh and merry Christmas!"

a  quiet  hum  greets  the  question  —  followed  by  a  nod  that  sees  the  tassels  of  his  kasa  clicking  softly  from  the  movement.  ❝  i  have.  ❞  the  wanderer  says.  more  than  he  truly  CARES  TO,  perhaps.  snezhnaya  is  a  frigid,  unpleasant  memory  that  sits  in  the  back  of  his  skull.  ren  may  sport  a  higher  resistance  to  extreme  temperatures  than  mortals  do  —  yet  that  doesn't  necessarily  mean  he  finds  enduring  them  PLEASANT.  ❝  although,  i've  never  been  around  to  see  how  winter  in  fontaine  measures  up.  ❞

tipping  his  head  back,  bright  eyes  search  the  sky  —  as  if  hunting  for  something  only  he  can  see.  ❝  there's  a  mountain  over  in  mondstadt  where  it  snows  year  round.  ❞   the  wanderer  says,  his  voice  dipping  into  a  gentler  tone.  (  befitting  of  a  storyteller,  weaving  tales  around  a  crackling  campfire.  )  he  can  picture  it  so  clearly,  as  if  his  memory  is  a  pool  of  crystalline  water.  a  mountain  that  looms  —  tall,  tall  enough  that  it  appears  to  scrape  at  the  heavens themselves.  snow  coats  every  peak  and  valley  like  layers  of  thick  icing  sugar  coating  a  fine  dessert.  bones  jut  out  from  the  ground  like  towering  trees.  at  a  distance,  there  is  a  sort  of  BEAUTY  to  it  —  in  the  same  way  witnessing  any  of  the  grandiose  sights  this  world  has  to  offer  is  able  to  invoke  feelings  of  awe.  yet  up  close,  it  couldn't  possibly  be  more  different.  ❝  it's  a  somber  place.  ❞   ren  continues  aloud.  ❝  everything  is  quiet ...  everything  is  still.  it  feels  like  a  massive  grave.  ❞  perhaps  because  it  is  —  at  least  in  this  day  and  age.  even  so,  ❝  somehow, i  can't  bring  myself  to  dislike  it.  ❞

he  isn't  sure  if  somewhere  so  dreary  would  be  to  furina's  liking,  yet  ren  enjoys  any  opportunity  he  gets  to  lose  himself  in  dragonspine.  it's  one  of  his  favorite  places  in  all  of  teyvat  —  if  only  for  the  CLARITY  it  affords  him  and  his  muddled  thoughts.

in  any  case,  the  mention  of  a  certain  holiday  is  enough  to  direct  the  wanderer's  attention  elsewhere.  he  largely  regards  such  celebrations  and  festivals  as  a  strictly  mortal  affair  —  having  lived  through  so  many  of  them  himself,  they gradually  begin  to  lose  their  LUSTER  after  the  first  century  or  two.  (  blending  together  into  an  indecipherable  mess  of  generic  bacchanalia.  )  however,  ren  is  not  so  ignorant  as  to  assume  his  opinion  is  universal.  furina  in  particular  seems  to  have  maintained  a  sense  of  WHIMSY  he  lost  a  very  long  time  ago. he can't quite understand it, but he respects her tenacity nonetheless.  ❝  ...  merry  christmas.  ❞  the  words  feel  clumsy  in  his  mouth,  as  if  he's  unaccustomed  to  speaking  them.  a  hand  suddenly  raises  to  his  chest  —  there's  a  brief  flicker  of  purple  light,  and  then  the  wanderer  is  holding  out  a  package  for  her  to  take.  it's  small,  wrapped  neatly  in  a  plain  brown  paper  and  tied  with  string.  plain,  almost  spartan  decor  that  feels  very  ren.  

within  sits  a  tiny  wooden  box.  its  surface  sports  a  delicately  carved  pattern  —  elegantly  swirling  figures  that  could  easily  be  interpreted  as  the  wind  or  waves.  on  one  side  there  is  a  key,  not  unlike  the  sort  oft  sported  by  children's  toys.  when  wound,  the  MUSIC  BOX  begins  to  emit  a  calming  tune.  ❝  it's  probably  just  a  glorified  paperweight.  ❞   ren  says.  even  so,  he  pointedly  avoids  making  eye  contact  —  as  if  some  small  part  of  him  fears  a  NEGATIVE  reaction.  ❝  ... but  maybe  you'll  be  able  to  find  some  USE  for  it.  who  knows.  ❞

[cactusdodes]

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[suiana]

beo idk where i saw or read this but can you imagine a yandere! husband who would actually go insane if you left/escaped him?

like, actually insane. I'm not talking "ohhh my spouse left me :((( im gonna find them grrr" type of insane.

im talking like mental breakdowns, crying, screaming, actually getting ill, throwing fits and acting like a sick and deranged man because you're not with him anymore.

he's a rich guy, comes from an old money family. so obviously his parents and family all see the state that he's reduced to after his beloved darling left his grasp. and they absolutely hate the way that their son is so miserable right now. that's their son! and how could they let their son suffer? just how can they help?

so they find you on his behalf and bring you back to him.

like, they're sorry you're back here against your will but their son's condition is more important! don't you see? he loves you and you're just... just neglecting him! a good spouse wouldn't do that. you have to be with him. no questions asked.

upon spotting you, their son (who was literally clawing at his arms, nails all bloody) immediately switches moods and perks up. he's no longer the insane man he was just 5 seconds ago. now he's your loving and sweet husband.

his family all sees that, especially his parents, and they make a vow to make sure you never leave him again. i mean, they like you too! you're perfect for their son! why would you ever want to leave? you don't need to leave.

just stay here with them. stay with your husband. after all, he clearly needs you. and what type of spouse would you be if you left him again?

[hibiscus02]

I could make a serious Wicked review and talk about the vocals and the choreography and the costumes and the sets, which are all great, but this is tumblr, and I know that all of these aspects will not matter nearly as much as me reviewing the movie by how much gay subtext they put into it, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Elphaba and Glinda are either holding hands or have their arms linked for about 70% of this movie. Literally, after they officially become friends these girls are attached at the hip.

'What Is This Feeling?' remains about as gay as it usually is, but I will highlight that they lie awake at night thinking about each other which. I know what you are etc etc

The scene where they dance together is. I have no words. That was beautiful. Both actresses put so much emotion into the sequence. And there's a moment where Glinda puts her hand on Elphaba's face, almost like she's brushing away the tears there, and that shit made me cry as well.

'Popular' is insanely homosexual. There's a scene where they're laying down on the bed looking into each other's eyes, and Glinda shifts to basically be on top of Elphaba. My jaw was on the floor. Just lots of touching and Looks all throughout.

When they go to see the Wizard all that casual touching I mentioned previously is multiplied by tenfold, and there are several moments where Elphaba looks at Glinda for reassurance, which was very sweet.

'Defying Gravity' made me just as emotional as I knew it would. I do wish they had hugged but honestly with all the handholding and the staring into each other's eyes, and Glinda wrapping the cloak around Elphaba, they gave us plenty. Once again the acting caught me by surprise (specially from Ariana), both of them communicate so much with just looks.

Anyway my overall thoughts are, these bitches gay, good for them. They did not tone down the subtext at all (like I know some people were worried would happen), and while they didn't make anything explicit either (which I never expected them to*), I'm confident that both Cynthia and Ariana understood the assignment in regards to the kind of relationship Glinda and Elphaba have in canon, and that was enough for me.

*I will admit that a secret corner of my little lesbian heart hoped beyond hope that they would include the scene from the book where Elphaba canonically kisses Glinda (iirc it's supposed to be during Defying Gravity), but like, I always knew they wouldn't.