#in 4 days to be exact

[drone-season]

SOON.

[smellroy]

Wanted sickness, wanted death, now you’ve got it.

[artilite]

PARTY ROCK IS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT 🔥

Loop x Porty MK, idea courtesy of isatcord!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

I GOT THE WRONG GAY BUT I'M STILL HAPPY

[buttfrovski]

went through two cartons of energy drinks and a jug of cold brew this week

[generalsdiary]

Moze x Jiaoqiu

warnings: none

word count: 900~

description: just them being domestic (pre-2.5 events)

moze is the type of husband who always cleans, keeps everything neat, he will run (quite literally) anywhere and do any errand without complaint, nothing is too hard or difficult for him. he is v protective, „I promise I will bring him back“, nothing is stopping him from getting his husband back, he is confident in his abilities, to the point he isn't even worrying. he always attentively listens to jiaoqiu’s ramblings, his full attention on the foxian. he will eat anything jiaoqiu puts before him, no matter his preferences. uttering simple praises after the meal and never letting his husband clean up.

at night he cuddles with him, being the big spoon, holding his husband close, face buried in the orangey pink hair. like a touch starved kitten, he gravitates to him during the day, always hugging him- backhugs are his favorite. jiaoqiu always smiles, a sparkle in his eyes with each embrace. moze is often quiet, very thoughtful- usually ending up blunt in his words but not cold, never cold. the care and love for each other shown in the soft words, gentle embraces and lingering gazes. moze doesn’t do causal touches, his hands don’t wander to jiaoqiu’s soft tail, or even softer ears, or to caress him. he doesn’t want to overwhelm his husband or make him uncomfortable. yet when they stand close he bumps his nose against his. and when he is so so tired he rests his forehead on the shorter man’s. recharging, seeking comfort, love. luckily for him, his husband knows his main love language is physical touch. jiaoqiu bringing his hands to cup his cheeks, thumbs caressing the rough skin. he misses the smile that brightens the foxian’s face, his eyes shut relishing in the sensations. such a sensitive and responsive man. jiaoqiu is the only person moze allows to touch him, to drag those soft fingers across his scars, through the silver hair, to see him shirtless. he is the only one with whom he makes and keeps eye contact. moze is the type of husband that even without being close jiaoqiu can feel his touch on him. sitting across him, over a hotpot. lilac eyes on him. full of love. as if he is caressing his husband’s cheek at that moment. making jiaoqiu’s chest feel warm from the feeling of such a silent expression of admiration.

on the days jiaoqiu voices that he feels tired a quick response is given in turn “I can carry you.” a blunt, straightforward, and the same offer every time. he is more than happy to carry him + he enjoys showing off for his hubby. not caring for the public opinion or any observers; it doesn’t even cross his mind, jiaoqiu’s happiness the only thing on his mind. sadly, he is always rejected (occasionally making him pout). moze doesn’t even know why (painfully obvious why, the rare blushed jiaoqiu further confirming it). shadows are his safe haven, but jiaoqiu is his peace. they fill each other's needs, like puzzles fitting together, completely domestic in their behaviors; perfect for general feixiao’s safety and well-being. despite working together they don’t get tired of each other. work is work and their house is home.

coriander is not allowed under this roof and no big lights are ever on. when they have guests, jiaoqiu compensates with many small lamps, fairy lights, and a bunch of candles. unscented ones. otherwise, they would clash with the meal. sometimes, jiaoqiu will light a scented candle, but it won’t be lit for longer than an hour, otherwise, he would get overwhelmed due to how sensitive his nose is to smells. moze being the clean freak, and insistent on maintaining really good hygiene and not strong perfumes so he can do his job perfectly would just make jiaoqiu purr if he could. type of husband truly only for him. jiaoqiu is quite a social butterfly and he drags his husband with him, who will grumble a bit and then go along, and behave politely to the best of his capabilities. moze cannot read a room to save his life, short in his sentences and straight to the point despite pondering his words prior, they end up always coming off blunt. he means no harm and what he says is usually of little matter, and none of it holds any weight to him when all he needs is to hear his darling chuckle or gaze at him and all is well in his world. the only result he could possibly ever wish for.

and when they kiss? the lighting and shadow with fire and spice? the I talk a lot, flirtatious, rarely flustered with I listen to you with heart eyes, mainly unaffected but you make me smile. well… they keep it private. such actions feel too personal and intimate for them to be shown in public and given for anyone to see on display. they hold it too close to their hearts, it matters in a different way to them. something near and dear. they won’t be caught showing pda, not even holding hands- well they rarely hold hands either way. it is behind closed doors and in the privacy of their home that their lips meet, and hands wander, leaving soft touches in intimate places that they’d never do in public (unlike many others). it means too much to them.

[diwns]

did a hotfix :')

[haunted-xander]

The rest of my Labrys figures still haven't arrived yet........ I did get an update that they've finally arrived in my country yesterday so hopefully they'll be home soon..............

[jonasiegenthaler]

nyr@njd | 22.03.22

[maximura]

[lynzishell]

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Transcript + Bonus under the cut:

Phoenix: Your sister decided not to come? Asher: No, I, uh, asked her not to in the end. Phoenix: How come?

Asher: It’s complicated. I’d rather not get into it tonight. Phoenix: Sure. Everything okay? Asher: Eh, getting there. Phoenix: Well, if there’s anything we can do, just let us know. Asher: I will. Thanks.

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Megan: How is the wedding planning going? Dawn: [laughs] It’s a lot harder now that Aspen is here. But I finally got the invitations out, so we’re making progress. Megan: Can I help with anything? What do you have left to do?

Dawn: Um, well, I still need to figure out flowers and cake. And I still need a dress. I haven’t even started looking yet. Megan: We should start there then. I’d love to take you dress shopping; we can make a day of it. Dawn: Really? Megan: Of course! Do you have a particular style in mind already? Dawn: Oh, I don’t know. Something simple.

A little autonomous slow dancing after dinner... whether they want to or not, apparently.

These two are definitely related.

[chiimeramanticore]

me looking at all the animatronics fanmerch that dropped this week

[justvea18]

It's really frustrating whenever I can't draw anything because I cannot stand being bored.

[aurorangen]

Just when they finished their meals

Transcript:

[With a beautiful city night sky right before their eyes, they enjoyed each other's company over a luscious cuisine, recommended by Vincent himself. Throughout the conversations, Vincent felt this pain in his heart, like he's suffocating. He had the sudden urge to talk about his past or he'd beat himself over it later on]

Leilani: Vincent dear, you're so brave. You've gone through so much at such a young age. Vincent: [relief] I really needed to get that out of my chest [looks for Bryce's reaction. Is he crying?] Leilani: I can tell that this is a difficult things to share with others, so thank you for telling us.

Bryce: Sorry Champ, I'm lost for words. Your whole story got me here [pats his chest]. You said 11 years right? Please, you can trust Detective Reichmann, still sounds so weird to me [small laugh] but from everything you've said, I think your Dad is most likely dead. You're worrying too much about something impossible.

Bryce: And the way you talk about your Mum, there's so much love in your eyes. Vincent: I'd do anything for her. She means the whole world to me. Bryce: Why don't you tell us more about her. Take your mind away from the other things.

[Vincent's face lights up as he starts talking about his Mum, sharing everything to them] Vincent:…and yeah, my Mum is from Evergreen Harbour, so I sometimes go and visit to see my relatives-

Bryce: Ooh? Evergreen Harbour? That's where I am from. Wait- [Bryce starts to show some concern. The more he looks at Vincent, the more he reminds him of someone] Bryce: W-What is your Mum called again? Uh I might know her, since everyone knows each other there.

Vincent: Payton Wilkinson.

[phoenixmetaphor]

Day 4 - Real-life Captain America