#idk. I thought this was cute

[suppressiveperson]

happy pride gay people

[lemongogo]

mimics

[puppyeared]

renaissance dogys

characters belong to @canisalbus

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[plumadot]

he's so supportive

[cosmicwhoreo]

You mean to tell me I NEVER posted my Selkie Pearl doodles on here...?

Well clearly this won't stand-

[blewsee]

they make me so sick in the head it’s actually unreal

[gunstellations]

its sonics turn! 👅

[qiinamii]

quite the poet, quite the inspo

[cute-sucker]

rafe cameron deserved soft love.

soft love meant peppering kisses on his face, and grazing his bangs out of his face, sometimes telling him how lucky you were that he was here with you.

soft love meant getting him his favorite snacks, and letting him choose the movie. letting him into your heart, and cuddling up to him, as you slobbered all over his sweatshirt, his rough hands coddling your small body.

soft love meant laughing at him, teasing him so much until that grumpy look on his face disappeared, and all that was left was a sparkle that you wanted to store in your ribcage before it all went away.

soft love meant wearing a little necklace that had a 'r,' on it, and letting your manicured hand touch upon it, and letting him kiss you so hard that you saw stars, telling him, swearing to him that you were all his.

soft love was telling rafe that he was your favorite, even as he told you to shut up at night, you would continue to whisper sweet things into his ear. his lean body would be soft in yours, as if the compliments did have an effect.

soft love meant making origami for him, little paper cranes that he would carry around everywhere he went. rafe's truck were adorned with pink cranes with so many stuffing his office it was the only thing he saw.

soft love meant letting him kiss the creases on your fingers after they were so sore from making the origami. it meant was pouting, and asking him to kiss away all of your paper cuts. it meant giggling as very serious tough rafe cameron complied to your every wish.

soft love meant talking to him in his worst, when his hands shook and he could barely hold himself together, his words slurring, and his body leaning into yours. it meant wiping away his tears, and telling him he was allowed to cry.

soft love meant you loved him through the bad and good. it meant letting him shatter in your hands, as you told him everything was going to be okay.

soft love meant buying him flowers, even as he told you to quit it. 'i'm a man, that's what men do,' and letting him know that he deserved flowers no matter the day, and that although he didn't agree-he was getting them.

soft love meant blabbering to him at night, as he listened to your yapping, your soft body molded into his as if that was the only way it was supposed to be. he was the thorn in your side, and your sun in the sky.

soft love meant bringing him lunch when he forgot, knowing that he was hungry while you danced up in a sundress, and telling him that no matter the time, the day, you would never forget him.

soft love was what rafe cameron deserved.

[feelo-fick]

i thought the reason was obvious..??

but you dont seem to get the implication so i guess ill just keep talking and you can listen if you want to

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that one meme but its them :] sort of a sequel to this

[aakiwa]

He’s like a particularly pathetic wet cat

[ricky-mortis]

They're the best of each other!

[hexcii]

Baby fae Sun and Moon :]]]

One only wants to eat the other only wants to sleep

Inspired by the real world caterpillars for the butterfly and moth species that I used for their designs :DD

[ink-n-shadow]

rookie!price stumbling into captain!reader’s after getting into a fight with another rookie, his left nostril crusted with blood and his bottom lip swollen into a semi-permanent pout. he doesn’t bother lifting his eyes to meet your disappointed gaze, instead letting his sweat slicked hair curtain around his eyes as he collapses into the seat in front of you.

“you ready to tell me what the fuck happened out there?” you ask curtly, not even bothering to flick your gaze up as you thumb through the stack of blank disciplinary notices.

your gaze only focuses on price at the indignant scoff he lets off, forcing your eyebrows to settle into a scowl as he finally meets your eyes, muttering softly under his breath, “depends which one of you’s askin’ the question.”

and the snarky remark is barely off of price’s tongue when you’re pushing yourself up from your desk, pulling your glasses from the bridge of your nose and setting them down. you don’t even tell him to stand to his feet when you finally round the desk to where he’s sitting, but you do shove him back slightly so he’s sitting on the top of the desk, slotting yourself between his spread thighs and nudging his head up with your knuckle.

you two don’t share words as you start cleaning up the blood from his nose, hand gentle in case you accidentally nudge his swollen bottom lip. it isn’t until after you’ve cleaned up the blood and cuts on price’s face that you press a feathery kiss to his injured lips, gripping his jaw between your fingers and angling his face down to look at you.

“whether i’m askin’ as your captain or your partner shouldn’t matter. i care ‘bout you all the same. got it?”

john never questioned it ever again.

[spicy-apple-pie]

Pov your mom and dad are fighting

based off this low res comic panel lol