#it would be chais

[justarandombrit]

Going insane about the parallels between Grace thinking Steph is her best friend and Ted thinking Paul is his best friend.

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GAMING ❖ FORTUNE SHINES IN MANY COLORS

According to Liyue tradition, a waking beast signals the start of spring. But in Gaming's eyes, the Wushou Dance shouldn't be reserved for festivities alone. After all, surely performing wherever and whenever just brings everyone even more good fortune?

[calciumcryptid]

Kinn would use pet names because he is the type of dork who would find them genuinely romantic.

Kim would use pet names because he thinks it gets him a good grade in boyfriend, a normal and possible thing to want to achieve.

Vegas would use pet names because he is exerting ownership in ways deemed socially acceptable, but he has to be pretentious about it.

[loki-god-of-mischief-13]

Just saw a sticker saying: We’re done trying to explain our right to exist ✡️

[lilac-cat-draws]

Another one to my collection

[sadisthetic]

limewire virus

[porschesbabydaddy]

The real reason Chay is so upset when he finds out abt Porsche’s job is because his brother stole his self-insert fantasy of being sold to a hot mafia heir to pay his family’s debts

[z-grist]

some chais, throwing them against the wall

[manekijinx]

Sleep Paralysis.

Vaguely inspired by this unfinished fic.

[vani-ash]

Police officer Chay pulls Kim over for speeding and as Kim is preparing his whole 'Do you know who i am?' Theerapanyakul speech that always gets him out of trouble as the cops know not to mess with the Theerapanyakuls.

Then he sees the prettiest man ever and the speech gets stuck and Kim just lets Chay give him the ticket without protesting.

Then Kim gets home and he's just walking around staring at the ticket when Kinn sees it and takes it from his hand like 'Who gave you a ticket? did you tell them who you were? I'll get them fired for disrespecting us' And Kim snatches the ticket back and tells Kinn to do nothing of the sort

Kim finds out Chays schedule and spends the next couple weeks doing stuff that makes Chay have to talk to him (he knows nothing will be permanent but also he cant do anything too bad that Chay will have to take him to jail) Kim does not consider the option that he could just talk to Chay like a normal person

One time Chay got sick so Porsche who is also a police officer ended up taking Chays shift and when Kim gets pulled over again he had decided today was going to be the day he asked Chay out on a date and has a giant bouquet of flowers in his hand then he rolls down the window and its not Chay.

The new offcier is kinda rude so Kim immediately pulls out his Theerapanyakul speech and flashes his ring and Porsche knows what that means so he lets Kim go grudgingly. Then he switches Chays patrol route because he thinks the old one is dangerous.

Chay gets a little sad that he wont see Kim anymore but then Kim starts showing up again.

When they finally manage to set a date and Kim drops Chay home afterwards and admits he kept getting in trouble as an excuse to talk to Chay Chay scolds him but thinks its cute.

Kim walks Chay to his door and then Porsche opens it and is pissed when he sees Kim.

[fizzlo-and-the-cubes]

Golden Boy, Clad in Roses and Cloaked in Death and also some other random stuff i scribbled down to establish/retcon my design headcanons

(extra design notes in the tags)

[cl9698]

Some doodles inspired by the bee themed coffee place by my apartment 🍁✨🐝

[ramqiu]

just a minor threat so pay no mind

[sketchydoof]

The same post again, BUT with transparent image. Original post can be seen here <

Use it as a sticker or emote idc, go wild, I'll allow it

[overtake]

A random scene from my Maxiel hockey au just because

“Why the fuck does this team give us perfectly identical sweatshirts? How am I ever meant to find mine?” Daniel asks, pawing through the clothes piled precariously on one of the barstools.

“It’ll probably be the one with your number on it,” Max says drily. “And teams tend to have matching clothing.”

Daniel looks up from his careful searching and tosses Max the finger. “Just for that, I’m wearing yours.”

Max’s hoodie is technically the same size as Daniel’s because Daniel prefers to size up, but it’s stretched out around the shoulders in a way Daniel’s isn’t. There’s a small stain by the left cuff whereas Daniel keeps his pristine. Most notably, there’s a 33 over the left chest instead of a single digit. It feels more lived-in and comfortable than Daniel’s, even though Daniel probably wears his jumpers twice as often as Max does.

He pops his head of the neckline and adjusts the strings. “Alright. I’m set. Let’s go.”

Max is paused with his keys in hand, mouth slightly parted and eyes burning holes into the number screenprinted on the fabric.

“You can’t get mad. I told you I was taking it,” Daniel says, even though Max doesn’t seem upset. Daniel can’t quite identify the expression crossing his face, but it’s definitely not annoyance.

“Don’t spill anything on it,” Max finally says.

Daniel catches up to him at the door and sticks the stained arm in Max’s face. “Don’t worry. You took care of that first.”

Max shoves his arm away, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m not driving you anymore. You can hobble to the rink.”

Daniel switches positions to wrap his upper body around Max’s broad back, clasp his hands around Max’s neck, and jerk one leg up as if he’s about to jump for a piggy-back ride. Max elbows him off, giggling and pink-cheeked.

“Fine, I suppose I can give you a ride, but I’m not buying your tea,” Max warns. He undercuts his threatening words by instinctively holding Daniel’s hip, pale fingers pressed into plush fabric and waiting in case Daniel’s ankle gives out. Daniel has been successfully walking with no problems for a full week now, but Max is always hovering and holding.

“But I’m cold,” Daniel pouts, dramatically sticking out his lower lip. He’s just being annoying, but a gust of chilly air actually hits as he says it. Daniel shivers, pulling the jumper tight over his hands and moving closer to Max to try and leech some of his body heat. “I need this. Respect those of us from hot countries who played in hot states for ages.”

Max laughs, slinging an arm around Daniel’s back and tugging him into a mocking hug. “Poor Daniel. You only have to play in the NHL for the most iconic team in the craziest hockey city. Your life is very hard because it’s sometimes below zero and I don’t buy you tea.”

Daniel pulls his hands upward and dramatically rubs them together, then huddles into Max and presses his clasped hands between their chests. He doesn’t care if the hug is teasing. He’s genuinely fucking cold.

“You’re not allowed to be mean to me. I’m still injured.” He pokes out his healed ankle and lightly kicks Max’s leg with it. Max is in shorts, exposing fuzzy, muscled calves to Canadian January because he’s batshit insane.

“I’m hugging you,” Max says, rubbing his free hand up and down Daniel’s back. “I am very nice.”

Daniel presses his face into Max’s shoulder, just for a second. “Yeah. You’re not too bad, I guess.”

Shortly into their drive, Max detours, parallel parks, and comes back with a massive tea and crinkly brown bag.

“Their tea is shit and the donut is vegan,” Max says. His furrowed brow is aiming for admonishing, but the tugged edges of his mouth and dramatic tone give him away. “That’s your punishment.”

He still accepts the torn pieces of donut Daniel presses to his pink mouth and licks off the crumbs that decorate the sweet freckle on his upper lip.

“Wait. You have —” Daniel covers his thumb with the blue fabric of Max’s sweater and wipes one last sprinkle away as Max pulls into a parking space.

Max catches Daniel’s wrist before he can pull it back to his own body. He stares Daniel down with big eyes and long lashes and plucks the sprinkle where it’s caught on the ribbed cuffs. Max places one hand on Daniel’s chin and pulls down his lower lip, then places the sprinkle into Daniel’s salivating mouth.

“Don’t waste food.”

Max’s hands linger for one heated second before he drops them to turn off the ignition. Daniel tries to calm the thud of his straining heart, breathing in then out in an attempt to regain some normalcy.

He takes long enough that Max knocks on his passenger-side window, peering in and making little glasses over his eyes and waving all goofy, like nothing had just happened.

He eventually pulls open Daniel’s car door for him, gesturing out to the grey pavement. “Are you planning on showing up to practice today?” he teases.

Daniel recovers enough to slide out, though not gracefully, and heads into the rink to get chirped into oblivion over the 33 that feels throbbing and alive over his still-racing heart.

[babypanther95]

One of my first experiences, upon no longer being in Israel and returning to my regular job as a teacher, is a student leaving a note in my classroom that says "Ms. --- is a Jew. No Jews. Hitler to come back." So you know. Really wish I was still in Israel or at least wasn't the only Jewish person at the school (teacher or student). By the way, I teach 6th grade...