#in-set pool

[starredforlife]

hey you 🫵

make ur personal dashcon for all I care. as many snacks and as much nudity n weed as you want for whichever scenario lol. go nuts show nuts yknow? or whatever we used to say

[arrowarcher]

Deck - Pergolas Mid-sized minimalist backyard deck photo with a pergola

[starrydiadems]

Deck in Melbourne A medium-sized minimalist deck in a backyard with a pergola

[monikabose]

Deck - Pergolas Mid-sized minimalist backyard deck photo with a pergola

[doze-mag]

Deck in Melbourne A medium-sized minimalist deck in a backyard with a pergola

[yuwuta]

olympics coming up…… athlete aus on the mind….. satoru as a swimmer….. unreasonably large wingspan…. huge hands..... thinks “official” competitions and tournaments are boring because he can’t use the goofy purple googly eyes goggles he likes to practice in…… practices at ungodly hours solely because he likes when the pool is empty because that means you’ll dip your feet in at the edge and be there to greet him with a kiss when he’s finished his laps….. they bring up the stats board and it’s just his name ten times before the next fastest person and he could still lap them, and even tho he’ll always put so much pressure on himself to be the best, it’s worth it to have you hold his face and tell him you’re proud of him... he’s gotten so much merch from events and sponsorships and he used to think they just created clutter but that all changes when you start to wear his clothes (esp the ones with his name on it… he’s not proud to admit that does Something to him)…. always looks up to the stands when he finishes a race and if he knows you’re not there, he looks right at the camera, draws an infinity sign with his fingers, and blows a kiss (which, some commentators routinely call “unsportsmanlike conduct” but he doesn’t care, and always, publicly says he’ll pay the fees if it means blowing a kiss to his girl at home)

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Superbat are dating but keeping it a secret from the JL bc they both agree they don't want their relationship to affect the league, and Batman does a very good job of this--he is a brick wall, he is nicer to Clark bc they're friends but does not otherwise reveal any deeper emotions or affection.

Clark, on the other hand, is very bad at concealing his emotions. He stares lovingly at Batman, he clearly wants to hold Batman's hand, he looks so happy whenever he talks to Batman. The rest of the JL feels so bad for Supes bc he's clearly pining after Batman who will barely give him the time of day, so in order to cheer up their friend, they decide to help him get over his feelings by setting him up on dates.

Now every time they have a meeting or are hanging out at the watchtower, the other members keep trying to set him up on dates or introduce to him to people, showing him pictures and trying to sell him on someone, and Clark is trying so hard to politely refuse all this without explaining why and it just makes the JL try harder bc obviously he's just so in love with Batman he can't even think about trying with someone else.

Batman is not amused by everyone trying to send his boyfriend on dates with other people.

[ranticore]

coming to u live from migraine city its extreme low effort beta phocid Cherta catching Ishmael red-handed at the bottom of the test pool after Ishmael said he was too grown-up to play with the ball

[arkangelo-7]

Yes, a world in which the Justice League and the Avengers live side by side is objectively so fucking cool, but it also provides the DC/Marvel execs the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing ever:

Make Slade Wilson and Wade Wilson cousins.

[letsraisealittlehelltrds]

The Cheater Boys

Adam Sheffield, Micheal Eborall and Toby Poole as Greaseball, Red Caboose and Electra (Starlight Express Bochum)

🎥 : Unknown

📅 : March 15th 2015

Feel free to use / repost elsewhere - Just like or reblog if you use please! I’m open to any requests! Will do any musical, movie or show that is reasonable :)

[joznii]

your honor but riverwood is my favorite soap opera

[qinluna]

they weren’t fucking joking like this bitch actually did get bulkier and bigger! like what the fuck!

[catguangcorner]

the little insights we got into veifei are so interesting to me — xia fei actually having a temper that vein has to assuage; xia fei seeing vein as warm hearted, and him being the very first person he thinks to call when in a bind...at the same we know xia fei owes a lot to vein, we know (from the character profile) that xf hates owing people favours. we know that in the grave scheme of it all vein is using xia fei in spite of also taking such good care of him

also there's something about the introduction of their dynamic: xf turning down food, because his boss doesn't like him 'sneaking snacks.' there's that implication of control under the guise of care, and the timing of vein calling at that moment too, reminds me of xf's pv — one as the watcher, the other being watched.

anyway all this rambling is to say veifei toxic yaoi goes crazy in excited to see what's in store for them...

[70sscifiart]

A lakeside playground, on the interior of a Don Davis space colony concept for NASA

[demadogs]

YELLOWJACKETS -> aerial shots.

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.”