#it's SO soft

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

"Don't" "Don't what?" "Don't get dressed." | "What if I've changed my mind?" "Have you?"

CARLA CONNOR & LISA SWAIN | CORONATION STREET

[sisterdaniells]

this photo is so boyfriend coded.

[bigfootsmom]

when the bones are good by bigfootsmom for @canonbibuck

bucktommy • gen • 2.4k

“You’ve got me on the edge of my seat, Evan. I’m sure I’ll love it, whatever it is.” He shuffles in close, staring over Buck’s shoulder as he finally gets the door open and reveals the cabinet lying inside. Tommy gasps, and Buck fumbles through an explanation. “I–I saw it and thought of you and uh, how you–you were looking for a table in the—" “The entryway!” Tommy breathes out, excitement clear in his tone. Buck blushes, turning to face him. “Do you like it?” The one where Tommy has a fixer upper and he deserves nice things. Buck wants to give him those things.

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[xielianlover2]

Let me be honest. I can look at this forever. I can look at them look at one another forever. I have never seen a more beautiful opening than this one.

[majorbuckegan]

there's no heterosexual explanation for the way bucky and buck look at each other when they find each other in the stalag.

[leon-dechino]

[His gaze softened, never breaking from yours. He opened his mouth, hesitating.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

And that’s all you needed to hear.]

I am just about obsessed with @b-o-e's fanfic series silly lil wally things. The whole thing is absolutely wonderful and I just had to draw this scene. If this is your cup of tea, go give it a read!

This scene comes from sleepy phone call.

[ace-and-ranty]

(SCREAMING IN YURI)

[shesbackagain]

robe season

[masters-of-void]

man 😩 they really went for the throat on scifi fans with this one

[shadowetienne]

I was looking back at the teaser pictures for OnlyOneOf's seasOn's greetings (please tell me if you have found a good source for ordering it? I have not spotted the information), and I realized something about the individual photos: they all look like they're looking at their partner out of frame:

Similar lighting, looks like the same room, Kyubin looking down towards the light source (window) where Yoojung is sitting. Yoojung's eyes are closed, but he's got his head tilted up.

Rie standing, Junji sitting, again the rooms and lighting match, it looks like their eyes are going towards where the other would be.

This is the one that made me go, oh wait, I think these are meant to be at the same moment photos. It really does look like Mill is looking up to where Nine is sitting (though Nine is of course looking towards where the camera is).

It's a fun lead in to the couple images that I'm still so enamoured with, and a nice bit of staging that they are sort of framed like they are engaging with each other.

I really do want this seasOn's greetings for the way they've done gentle, soft intimacy in these moments. (I'm also hoping that we follow last year's pattern and get a comeback announcement very soon.)

[beyondthisdarkhouse]

Important reminder about my cat!

She has a little beige creampuff at the tip of her tail

Also her birthday is July 1, if anyone was looking for something to celebrate on that day!

[mandycantdecide]

buck's little mhm lives in my head rent free btw

[wavebiders]

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[cinnamonmango]

I am normal, then I remember "silly, silly angel" and then I am not normal at all.

[happyk44]

Enji grooming Hawk's wings after a rainy dirty patrol. He slipped into a puddle, got into a tangle with someone with a mud quirk, was tossed into a dumpster.

It's a miserable day and when he gets back to the offices, Enji is there for some miscellaneous meeting.

Everything feels soaked. Grime plugged into his skin and it's drenched so far under his wings, it gonna be a bitch to clean out. He just wants to go home and soak in a tub. Knees to his chin, watching the water dirty up.

But he flashes smiles and grins and agrees to go out with Mirko that evening and has no choice but to give himself a quick once over.

Soaking will have to wait.

Enji is there. Mirko bullied him into coming to the bar. Dirt is drying to the underside of Hawk's feathers. He hates it. It itches. It makes him feel heavy and lopsided.

But he drinks and talks and holds himself stiff and still and smiles and smiles and smiles.

Enji stares at him for a few minutes after a couple hours before pinching Mirko's floppy ears and telling her goodbye. Then he grabs Hawk's and drags him off with him.

Mirko whistles.

He's never been to Enji's house before. It's devoid of people but there are a few family photos here and there.

"Didn't think you'd be so forward, Endeavor," he purrs but Enji's look shuts him off and he follows him quietly to the bathroom.

As he fills up the tub, Enji talks, his voice subdued. "If you need time to yourself, take it." He stands up. "Strip. Get in."

Hawks obeys.

He used to dream about this. But in his dreams, it was more romantic and less… Aggressive.

It's weird. Enji's fingers are hot and thick. He shivers as the other coaxes his feathers apart and cleans him off with a rough damp cloth. He feels like a child. He feels small.

They don't talk.

The soap smells nice. Or maybe it's just the heavyset man kneeling beside him. Sometimes, with how strict Enji is, he forgets that he has kids. That he has a family.

It hits him in this moment. He's probably done this before. Messy muddy kids with dirt in their hair and grass on their knees. Scrubbed deep and raw until they were pink.

The showerhead detaches. He rolls the setting from one to one to one and then rinses off his soaked feathers. Grime and mud flow around Hawks' ankles.

When he's done, Enji rinses the tub out then throws the washcloth at his face.

It's new. Clean. Hawks' dampens it under a light spray, applies a little soap and cleans off his legs and skinny ankles. Enji grabs another cloth and cleans off his back.

It's nice.

"You shouldn't let it set in, no matter how much you want to go out." He squeezed out the cloths into the sink as the showerhead sprays over Hawks' head. "Only poor heroes run the risk of inhibiting their Quirk."

Hawks hums, turning his back to the spray. "How'd you know?"

"You're not at subtle as you think," is his only response. A towel drapes over his shoulders. "Dry yourself off. I'll take you home."

He's alone right after that. The smell of a burning campfire still lingers. Hawks passes the towel through his hair and breathes it in.

The ride home is quiet. He understands for a moment why Enji didn't take him there right away. His apartment is farther away from the bar Mirko chose. Probably as an incentive to drag Enji along - "It's close to home! You can walk if you feel too drunk. Blah blah blah."

The heater from the car is on. Enji's eyes never stray from the road. With an equally steady gaze, Hawks traces his jawline. Then moves his focus around. His hair is freshly cut. There's a faint scar under his earlobe. His shirt is loose over him but even so his muscles bulge.

He can already see himself in his dreams. Draped on his stomach, dark burning eyes and thick fingers and strong arms above him, stroking through his feathers and along the length of his spine.

It's a nice daydream.

"If I asked, would you do it again?" He tilts his head and strokes a hand down his own thigh. "There's always a build up somewhere."

Even small spots take him about an hour to clean out. It's partially the poor reach-he can't really move his arms back like that without breaking.

"Are you asking?"

Are you accepting, slides to his tongue but he looks away instead. "Yeah."

"Then fine."

He smiles softly to himself and nuzzles into Enji's side. "Knew you were my favourite for a reason."

He thinks he spots a darkening to Enji's cheeks before the other shoves him away because he needs to focus on the road.

The rest of the ride is warm and cozy. He feels cleaner than he has in a while. Makes sense. Cleaning out his wings on his own was always difficult. Sometimes he considered just shedding them all to do away with it. But now those thoughts didn't need to permeate his head.

Enji pulls up to his building. He reaches over to the door handle, feels it unlock under his grip then pulls back. It's a chaste kiss. Fleeting but hot. Enji's lips burn and when Hawks pulls away, his own continue to tingle.

Enji rolls his eyes. "Tch."

Hawks grins and finally exits the car. "See you later, Endeavor."

He watches Enji bid him goodbye before pulling out and back onto the road.

His lips still tingle.

[zhoudadudugongjin]

liangliang's face when liu shan starts reciting the memorial he wrote to him 😭😭