#isn't that sweet?

[anas-tasiaa]

"Smile for me."

Saeyoung gently took Saeran's hand and intertwined their pinky fingers. "Saeran, I want you to make a promise to me," he said, looking into his brother's eyes. "Promise me that you'll start loving yourself more and that you'll always remember that you deserve to be loved, okay?"

Saeran hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay, hyung. I promise."

Saeyoung smiled warmly at him. "Good. And if you ever forget that promise, just look down at our pinky fingers and remember that I love you and I believe in you. You're not just my precious brother, Saeran. You're everything that I could ever ask for and you deserve all the happiness in the world."

Saeran felt a warmth spreading through his chest at his brother's words. He squeezed Saeyoung's pinky finger back and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, hyung. I won't forget."

Saeyoung leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I know you won't."

"Now, come on. Smile. Show me that beautiful smile of yours," Saeyoung said with a grin, nudging Saeran's shoulder playfully.

Saeran looked up at his brother, still feeling a bit emotional from their earlier conversation. But as he gazed into Saeyoung's bright eyes and saw the genuine love and care he had for him, he couldn't help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of his lips.

With a soft chuckle, Saeyoung reached over and lightly pinched Saeran's cheeks, making him laugh.

"That's it, my little ray of sunshine," Saeyoung said, pulling Saeran into a warm embrace. "You always brighten up my day with that smile of yours."

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Dagoth Ur, after waking up under Red Mountain: I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. I just . . . endless nothingness.

[coffee-in-that-nebula]

I love you never change (only if you want to)

[solarstalker]

Do you have a favorite thing about Sermon?

you would have me choose a favorite aspect of the man i married? how am i supposed to select just one thing about His divinity? hmph, if i must...

i'd say that perhaps my favorite thing is His capacity for kindness, for compassion. you wouldn't ordinarily expect such traits from a machine, and yet He possesses them all the same. i'd go so far as to say that His willingness to understand makes Him seem more human than some of the people i've met...

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.

[keeskiwi]

So much more of the natural world feels close and accessible now. When I started birding, I remember thinking that I’d never see most of the species in my field guide. Sure, backyard birds like robins and western bluebirds would be easy, but not black skimmers or peregrine falcons or loggerhead shrikes. I had internalized the idea of nature as distant and remote — the province of nature documentaries and far-flung vacations. But in the past six months, I’ve seen soaring golden eagles, heard duetting great horned owls, watched dancing sandhill cranes and marveled at diving Pacific loons, all within an hour of my house. “I’ll never see that” has turned into “Where can I find that?”

-Ed Yong, When I Became a Birder, Almost Everything Else Fell Into Place

[soosoosoup]

treasure planet au, last of the batch (Poppy & Floyd)

[kelpeigh]

something something Hozier saying "If I wanted to make a fucking pop song, I would." years ago, Too Sweet becoming his first #1, and then he hurriedly releases Nobody's Soldier (anti war-profiteering song) as a palette cleanser

[allbuthuman]

vash putting his hand over people's heads as a go-to gesture of affection is so dear to me

[keferon]

Hiiii! So I saw you mention SunnyBlue in that post you made about Blue and the twins and I wasn't sure if you were actually into that ship but if you are I would like to offer you my favorite fic of those two. It's Saturated Sunlight by @inkfamy It's honestly the greatest characterization of the two, and on top of it being a romantic fic of the two, it dives into Blue's ptsd and how he earned the title of the best sniper in the Autobots as well as the issues Sunny and Sides have and it's just so fascinating. Idk, it seemed like something you would enjoy based off of the other fics you like.

I absolutely adore your art and sorry if I'm bothering you 😅 Have a lovely day/evening

HOOO GOD YOU WERE RIGHT I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS FIC EHEHEHEHEEMHMHM

The characterisation of Blue?? And the twins?? Muah~ Absolutely wonderful. The emphasis on Blue being a really fucking good sniper is so interesting. Like I've never seen sniper programming being used in that way.

Despite being fairly short this fic still managed to make me love them so much ehehe I crave more now

Thank you for your recommendation🤍

Saturated sunlight

[allo-frouto]

Hey you lovely person, missed me?

Of course, I was waiting for your arrival, sneaky anon.

[arthursfuckinghat]

Oh Jack...

[celiestyr]

Will I get struck down by god for this do you think or am I good

[batman-gif]

"Frank and Gerard early 2000's stage kisses" this "Frank and Gerard early 2000's stage kisses" that. LISTEN! 2022 Ray and Frank forehead kisses. In conclusion . Frank iero.

[strangersteddierthings]

Fic where Wayne thinks Steve is Steve's middle name and that that's the name he prefers to be called.

He thinks Steve's first name is King because 1) Eddie always ranted about King Steve Harrington and he just thought Eddie was full government naming the kid in his rage and 2) he absolutely wouldn't put it past the Harrington's to name their only son King.

Imagine his surprise when he learns Steve's first name is, in fact, Steve.

[hornystiel]

what i'd love to see in future seasons in young daniel, especially if they go for the past dm route, is how he can also bark back at armand about stuff. sure he has much less bite behind that bark when he's young but it's still there. and also he's still kind of an asshole. and i keep seeing people deny him that, making him that sweet innocent puppy. i don't think he's a completely different entity in his 20s and 30s. or are we forgetting the whole 'yeah' wife debacle and other stuff he's told louis. he's a puppy that can also chew your leg off.

i guess what i'm trying to say is that i want more of the book daniel in the show one. the one who calls armand an immortal idiot to his face, who fights with him about things just because they are both passionate assholes. of course he's still scared deep down, especially at first, about armand but he's also barking because he can't not to, it's his idiot reckless nature that will get him through life and i want to see it, badly.