#inspired by that tiktok trend

[moviestarmartini]

coming up to jude running a hand around your pregnant belly, trying to hide your smile as you go “babe, the baby is craving something weird today.” he can’t see through the act right away, instead just looking up from his phone a bit concerned. “yeah? what is it?” he’s already getting up to go to the store. without missing a beat, you respond: “a pink porsche.”

he blinks several times, he places his hand under his chin and starts brushing the hairs. you laugh as he opens his mouth and closes it again, unable to come to a conclusion. “maybe after our girl comes.” he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “what are you actually craving though?” and yet again, without missing a beat: “smashed burgers. with unlimited fries.”

[drunk-on-writing]

womanhood is your favorite pair of shoes being the ones that hurt the most to wear. womanhood is a whole conversation exchanged in a single look. womanhood is connection. womanhood is pomegranate seeds and apples. womanhood is wanting someone to take care of you while needing to take care of everyone. womanhood is vowing to be nothing like your mother as you stare at her in the mirror. womanhood is a cautionary tale. womanhood is always looking for the exit.

(cc, 2022)

[benetnvsch]

u know that trend where ppl were finding rocks/flowers/beads that match their partner's eyes and keeping em? Yeah :)

[noramsblog]

Like him

[malkwin]

sidgeno + favourite quotes + bi lighting

[fangrurin]

House of the Dragon + RED (in/sp)

[boywhoswaiting]

They’re dancing

[zombeebunnie]

[letraspal]

Our birthdays are just the celebration of all the years that came before and the welcoming of a new one. Happy Birthday Baz Pitch!

(And happy birthday to the woman who brought him to us, @rainbowrowell)

[kotonoba]

"Hear Me Out" Cake (Jushiro/F!Reader)

Based on this

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“Hi! This is our ‘Hear Me Out’ cake with our friends!” 

Laughter and giggles erupted from the living room as you watched adoringly from the kitchen; your kids made new friends at school and decided to do a trend they found on TikTok. You weren’t one to stop their joys, but you laid out some ground rules about giving away their full names and addresses. What other people did does not mean they should follow in their footsteps. These kids were in middle school. You should give them some sort of privacy. At least, that’s what your husband said. 

Hence, you sat far from them, out of sight but not entirely out of earshot. You turned your head to the front door when you heard the jingle of the door opening. You got up and beamed at your husband, who came in with some groceries and friends he had found along the way. You two were holding a Halloween party, but before then, you had meet the parents first. That’s how you were brought up. 

You leaned up towards your husband to peck him on the lips and smile gently, brushing his white locks behind his ear. " Welcome home, ‘Shiro. I see you brought company.” 

Jushiro hummed gently, accepting the kiss and placing another on your forehead. " Yeah, I found them in the driveway, unsure if they should come in or not. You wanted to meet our kids’ parents after all,” he laughed, urging the parents to come in. They all lived in the neighborhood or within the county where their kids attended school.

The family often relocated due to your affiliation with the military, but your husband didn’t mind. He frequently cared for the kids while you were deployed and was great with them, too. He attended all the parent meetings, piano recitals, and soccer practice without hesitation. Although he was pretty secretive about what he worked, as you’re aware, it’s a high-ranking job. Sometimes, you would see people who work with him drop by to visit; you couldn’t deny they dressed weirdly. But they were kind, a little intimidating, but not as intimidating as your sergeant. 

“The kids are doing a TikTok trend, a ‘Hear Me Out’ cake thing,” although you didn’t see much of it since the algorithm led you down a different path. You’ve heard about it at work. 

“Did you tell them to not–”

“Yes, I did. Don’t worry,” you laughed, seeing that the parents were equally as worried as you about the safety of the internet. 

“You think it’s okay to greet them?” You turned towards your husband, who had his hands on your shoulders, rubbing circles with his thumb on your back to feel for tensed muscles. 

You eyed the kids laughing in front of the phone as they poked the chocolate cake they urged you to make, “I don’t see the harm in doing so.” 

“Where’s our sons?” You smiled at the worried parents.

“They’re most likely in the basement with our son playing on his PS5; it is after a test. I thought it would be nice for them to relax before Halloween,” as you can tell from your son barging in with his test grades. Flexing that he got full marks and requested to play with his friends, you had to agree. He kept his promise and kept up with his grades. 

Jushiro loves his kids equally; he stated he never had a favorite, but as far as you can tell, he always sees his daughter first when he comes home from work. 

He placed another kiss on your lips. “I’ll be right back,” you said, nodding with a smile. Then you watched him enter the living room to see his daughter. 

As you turned your back to wash some fruits with the other parents, you heard your daughter exclaim, “THAT’S MY DAD!” You and the other parents laughed; you could have guessed the conversation that led to that remark. 

When you first met your kids’ friends, you heard several remarks. Your son’s friends were empathetic to him, “No wonder you say you don’t want to bring girls home,” while your daughter’s friends whispered to each other saying something along the lines of, “girl, your dad is hot.” The parents reacted similarly when you attended a ‘Take your parents to school’ day. 

“Honey!” You heard your husband call as you placed the knife and apple back down, wiping your hands on your apron and going towards your husband’s voice. “Can you come here real quick?” 

“Mhm?” You wandered over to his side with a smile, “what is it?” You happened to glance at the Hear Me Out cake, and you already had a feeling about what the following conversation would be since one of the kids placed a cutout figure of your husband there. That only earned a soft chuckle from you before you apologized softly, letting your husband take the floor. 

“I’m grateful that I made an appearance there, but…” you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him; you felt like a blow torch just scorched the tip of your ears. “She’s the only one I wan– need,” he placed another loving kiss on your lips, and you admitted defeat to that, putting a hand to his cheeks to pull him in.

That earned various groans, and your daughter embarrassingly tried to rush the two of you out of the room: "There goes my chance.” You heard one of the girls say as your husband pulled away from the kiss, a sheepish look on his face. He knew he won. 

“Like you ever had a chance, Dad thinks the world of Mom,” your daughter responded. You laughed a little, patting her on the shoulders a little.

“Yes, I do. Come on, kids. Start wrapping up. We’re going to start movie night soon,” your husband ushered them in. You helped out, and so did the other parents. 

You helped them set up a movie before returning to the kitchen. This time, it was to just clean up since the others did most of the cleaning and preparing. You just had to do some touch-ups and finish making a to-do list. Your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulders, watching you make your to-do list.

“Let’s have some fun tonight, love, and they’ll be out cold tonight, anyways.” Your ears heated up at the suggestion, but you cleared your throat, trying to play it cool, “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered, kissing your ear lobe, “Do join for the movie.” He purred gently, tugging you out of your seat in the kitchen and leading you to the living room where the others had gathered. Jushiro had his arms around you as you sat in his embrace. He whispered the softest “I love you’s” against your figure, thinking you missed him. 

You smiled gently, bringing his hands up to your lips and pressing the back of his hand to your lips. “I love you too.” Just as he’s good at making you flustered, you easily earned that from him, too.

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Trying something new out, if you like it, do tell me, I'll write a bit more.

The Mundane Life of a Shinigami

Aries' AO3

[rightshewrites]

I saw this trend on TikTok that says, "women of God are princesses. Not because they have a prince, but because their Father is a King." Wow. No, I mean, WOOOW. FACTS! ☺️💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

[purrfectlycontent]

the underground killer

[when-are-you-coming-back-steve]

Teehee

[dkkdigital]

🪮✨

[nikosasaki]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE ⛧ day 7; what if.

what if Kit never went to that Halloween party?

taglist: @kendelias @chlobenet @purpleyearning @bravelittleflower @eddiemunscns @eddysocs @heavenlysurf @arrthurpendragon @nolanhollogay @stanshollaand @raith-way @lovehermioneforever @kiara-carrera @luucypevensie @ginger-grimm @waterloou @hiddenqveendom @foxesandmagic @dragonsbone @endless-oc-creations @ginevrastilinski @sunlitscribe @partiallypearl @witchofinterest @daughter-of-melpomene

[joooonbug]

saw it on instagram and I had to make it