#ily ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[sneez]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH NATALIE!!!!!!!!!!

[gideonisms]

Having friends who love the same character as you is so so so important, you know what else is underrated though? having a friend who absolutely HATES a character you have NEVER heard of. Beef with a man who is truly just some guy to you

[personally-muiii]

She’s a star 💫🌟✨⭐️

[renonv]

Got mega inspired by @temtamtom ‘s gorgeous art so I went a littleeeee crazy 🫶

The rest of gay sillies below ⬇️

Ivan will regret letting them go this day but he WILL get Francis back for it (as history will tell)

[padmesbox]

Hangman Page birthday week → Day three: Favorite AEW TV moment

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[sourcabbages]

can u draw keith beating up lance but they’re extremely gay about it

for u!!! MWAH (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

[doriana-gray-games]

Ch5.2 public drop aug 2nd (Friday)! ✨🥳🍾✨

I’ll also put up around then a pov Watson thing I’ve been looking at on Patreon (if you’ve ever wondered about the moment when MC and W met) ❤️

[ipetite69]

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

rafe trying to impress his latina hispanic gf

"so, amor, what's the surprise?" you naively ask rafe as you both enter a café.

rafe had planned a trip to visit your native country and let you reconnect with your roots. he was utterly thrilled to finally get to know your family, the culture, the interesting traditions you always talked about, and the streets that saw you grow up and become the gorgeous, kind of woman he had always wanted to marry someday.

what you had failed to notice is that rafe had been practicing his spanish for months just to impress you during this trip. apart from the phrases and words your had daily engraved on his brain, he had done his previous research online on other typical and casual expressions that could be useful during your stay. he was not perfect at it, but he definitely had the determination.

"i'll just order some coffee for both of us." he says while giving you a mischievous look, making you immediately squint at him. oh boy.

turning to the cashier in a determined way he asks, "¿me das dos tazas de café, por favor?"

you smile at him as you realize what the "surprise" was. after he pays and you both sit down to wait on your drinks, you grab his hand and give it a little squeeze endearingly. "mi vida, you learned spanish?"

"yep, just for you, mami." he winks at you, making you blush slightly. every time you thought you couldn't fall more in love with rafe, he pulled out stuff like this randomly.

"listen to this..." he adds and thinks for a second before finally saying: "¡tu caballo se ve muy bonito!"

you stifle a giggle, trying not to embarrass him at his little but adorable mistake. "so, my horse is beautiful, huh?" you cannot contain yourself anymore and your burst out laughing before answering.

"what? no! i wanted to say your hair looks beautiful..." he scratches the nape of his neck.

"amor, 'caballo' is horse. the word you're looking for is 'cabello'. similar but not the same."

"alright, alright, let me try again." he goes closer to you so as to whisper into your ear and says: "te voy a comer enterita esta noche... (gonna eat you whole tonight)" he smiles at you smugly as he waits for you to process the words in your head. if you were already flustered, you definitely look like a tomato right now.

"rafe! you cannot say shit like that in public, you pervert." you roll your eyes and then he steals a peck from you.

"you know you love it when i speak to you like that, mami."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[dampfur]

I can finally see you, and you can finally see me.

[slushi-chan]

Reblog to have Severen chill on your blog

[lighthouseshepard]

@strangerhawke sent me this surprise for my birthday and i havent been able to put it down since i got home and opened it up ;_;

[cecilxa]

lasting childhood dream/sweetly shared future

summary: ever since you were little, alhaitham knew what he wanted.

contents: childhood friends!au, fluff, ambiguous relationship at the end (although implied romantic), gn!reader (they/them pronouns used), soft soft alhaitham

cw: food

wc: 1k

a/n: so so sorry for the slow updates :') things will (hopefully !) be picking up momentum again 🤞

“Hey, Haitham.”

Your high-pitched voice calls out to him. He chooses to ignore it. 

“Hey! Haitham! Are you purposely ignoring me cause you wanna read? Again?”

A crease forms at his eyebrows–an action that a nine-year-old should never have gotten used to as often as he did–and his hands tighten around the pages of his book. You always did this. Nearly every day, you would choose to sit next to him. He can’t even remember when it started, but soon enough, you had proclaimed him your ‘best friend for life’. 

For a child prodigy like Alhaitham, it’s extraordinary how he has no idea why you’ve chosen him to be your designated play partner. You don’t even play like the other kids. He just sits there, reading his book, and you sit there with him, chatting incessantly about whatever it is you want–not like he cares, anyway. (It was food on Monday, an interesting flower you found on Tuesday, and food again on Wednesday.)

He’s never asked you why, and you’ve stuck with him long enough for him to be satisfied with not knowing. It’s not like he’s not curious; he just finds his books more interesting. 

“Well, since you’re not answering, I guess I’ll just find someone else to play with!” 

You harrumph, turning your head away. However, since you don’t make any move to physically get up, Alhaitham doesn’t look up from the slightly-yellowed pages that he hasn't noticed he's crinkling. 

But then, the unthinkable happens. Legs that were previously lounging beside him begin to unfold and rise, a shadow forming over his head. It takes him the time for you to fully stand up for him to comprehend what was happening. His crease deepens further. 

“Wait.”

On instinct, one of his hands that was holding onto his book clasps onto yours, his head bowed down. His fringe hides his face, which, for once–however annoying it may be–he’s grateful for, as it means you can’t see the blush readily spreading across his cheeks. Pretending to be more interested in dragon fights and swordsmanship, he all but whispers. 

“Stay. I like it better when you’re here.”

Your eyes lighten up, and a large smile breaks out across your face. 

“I like it when you’re with me too! And I wasn’t actually gonna leave you. I just wanted to get us some sweets!” 

“Oh.”

If he wasn’t already thankful for his fringe, he definitely is now, what with the embarrassment he’s being forced to endure. You can still probably see his ears, which he can feel burning up. Not replying, he lets go of your hand–almost abruptly–and lets you skip away to the local sweets vendor that always exudes a sugary smell. 

He watches you all the way. The sun’s shining brightly on your skin, making it glow. Your toothy grin still pervades his mind, and he can feel the blush on his cheeks that never seems to go away whenever you’re around. Or maybe that’s the heat. But then why is his heart doing backflips? And why do those backflips increase in speed when he looks down at the hand that was held in yours? He thinks that they fit perfectly, like two pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, and (as much as he doesn’t want to admit it) that he wants you to be around him. 

“Stupid thoughts. I only tolerate them because they’re my only friend.”

He chooses to ignore the other thought that his heart seems to tell. 

“They’re my only friend. But I don’t mind, because I really only care about them.”

After a few minutes, you come back with that same toothy grin, carrying an assortment of sweet treats for the both of you to devour in only a few seconds. They all blend together into a saccharine scent. 

“Look, try this one, Haitham! The person said it was a new flavour!”

He accepts it immediately, taking it gently from your hand and putting it into his mouth. It explodes with flavour–nutty and aromatic, nothing like the sugary syrup of the others. A small and satisfied smile creeps onto his face, his eyes failing to hide his delight. It does get stuck, however, as he tries to get parts of it dislodged from the gaps in his teeth. A giggle interrupts him.

“Haitham, you look really funny! Y’know, I want to have a sweet shop when we’re grown up so that I can make all the sweets you want! Then we can have fun together even when we have to do grown-up, boring stuff.”

You remember to be considerate, and turn to him.

“What about you, Haitham? What do you wanna be when you’re grown up?”

–

Alhaitham doesn’t remember exactly what he said after. Probably a scholar. All he can remember is younger him staring blatantly, mouth gaping open at your questioning eyes, and his heart pounding at your mention of ‘we’. The realisation that you felt the same way as him left him astounded. In that moment, he felt something bloom in his chest, something that he’s carried all these years. 

Although he’s not sure whether you ever fully understood how much of a soft spot he had for you. You never even noticed how his headphones were always on the ground, rather than on his head, whenever you were around. 

Now, reading his book peacefully, he looks down at his lap and allows himself to smile. You’re going to wake up with a sore neck if he keeps you in this position for much longer, but just for a moment, he wants to admire you. 

Alhaitham strokes your hair tenderly, moving it out of your face, nimble fingers caressing your jawline. His eyes soften. How much you’ve meant to him. The years that he’s known you for don’t compare to the amount of gazes he’s thrown your way, so full of youthful longing and yearning. Because ever since you said ‘we’, he’s been able to answer your question. Maybe not in the exact same way he did all those years ago, but an answer that’s been stewing for every year after. 

“When I grow up, I want to be by your side.”

a/n: he’s grown on me i can’t lie 😔 enemies to lovers though 😍😍 likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated !! 🩷🩷 (pink heart for iOS finally!)

[oddishblossom]

This is Emperor’s smile! If I share a jug with you, can you pretend that I was never here?

10.31 - Happy Birthday Wei Wuxian from MO DAO ZU SHI

Also, Happy Birthday Mo Dao Zu Shi! It was first published by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu on 10/31/2015. Happy 8th Year Anniversary ❤️❤️❤️

[padmesbox]

Hangman Page birthday week → Day two: Favorite promo

[gentlebeard]

You wrote me a lovely letter

For you, the fandom 💕✨ Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson YouTube

Whether we’ve been mutuals for a long time or just for a few days, whether we’re talking to each other regularly or just casually chatting sometimes or we’ve never interacted besides screaming in the tags and reblogging each others posts: Thank you for being in the fandom, on my dash, and in my life in 2023. You made this year memorable and I'm very grateful. This is for you. ❤️

@sherlockig @blakbonnet @saltpepperbeard @stedebonnets @stedesearring @edsbacktattoo @bizarrelittlemew @darkinerry @wearfinethingsalltoowell @dickfuckk @mermaid-stede @snake-snack-stede @rainbowcrowley @forpiratereasons @serious-goose @captain-flint @xoxoemynn @llokilaufeyson @ninallthatjazz @mxmollusca @peppermintack @awkward-fallen-angel @stedesbonnets @aha-my-villainous-thoughts @jellybeanium124 @youshouldseemeinadeerstalker @queeraspirates @turtles-on-turts @xray-vex @sylvies-chen @poisonintopositivity @zstraps @fettboba @chocolatepot @kiwistede @roseinmyhand @red-sky-in-mourning @endevouring-to-surprise @merryfinches @agaywithcoffee @crypticry @chestnutwind @asneakyfox @ofmd-ann and everyone else who’s here.